#how to hide the nip without it looking shit

[gojolatte]

❝ seeing your nudes ❞ ‣ jjk headcanon

❝synopsis❞ ‣ okay but accidents happen and well, they didn't mean to look at something that wasn't meant for them. it sort of just happened. - or - when they accidentally see their friend(s) gf/wife nudes.

・❥・PAIRING(S) › jjk men x female!reader ・❥・GENRE(S) › fluff/(little)smut ・❥・WORD(S) › 2k+ ・❥・WARNING(S) › yuji & megumi are aged up (always), jjk men seeing other men gf/wife nudes, various nip piercings, various v*g piercings, facials, description of the girls nudes. ・❥・POST DATE › 03/31/2024

❝featuring❞ ‣ nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, choso kamo, ryomen sukuna, & geto suguru ♡

‣ nanami kento ♡ ↳ accidentally sees satoru's wife.

Nanami didn't ask for this.

Although, it's the universe's fault for making you absolutely gorgeous. Any person with eyes can see that and well, he gets why Satoru would want to set you as his homescreen background but... he doesn't get why it's a picture like this. He didn't want to see you like this without your explicit permission. What was Satoru thinking? Does he not have any shame?

Nanami attempted to distract himself from the image he had seen. Anything that will make his boner deflate as quick as possible. He doesn't think Satoru minds (because he loves to show you off) but this has to be crossing the line, right? 

“You alright, Nanamin?”

Satoru meets his eyes and, of course, Kento can't figure out the words to say when he sees Satoru’s grin.  

“You look pale.”

“I-I’m fine, Satoru.” Kento tries to make his voice sound even but he knows he's failing. Miserably. 

Satoru only hums as he glances down when his phone lights up. It's then that he realizes what it was that's gotten his attention. 

“She's pretty, isn't she?” Satoru grins when you text him again. “She set it to that.”

Kento swallows hard, clearing his throat as he tries to adjust himself. The sight of your arms tied above your arms with what looks like one of Satoru’s button-up shirts. Its open wide, giving Kento full view of your body as he didn't realize you had a tattoo below your breast and shit, it was so fucking hot. Bedroom eyes, tears streaming down your face and how does someone look so sexy while crying?

He has your left leg over his shoulder, the right bent to your chest and it looks like he took it right after you climaxed.

You look so out of it, so serine, and fuck Kento would give anything to see that expression in person. And fuck did you also have a piercing above your clit area? 

He tried to ignore it. Ignore Satoru and his little comments about you.

It isn't until he glances over to see Satoru looking at a picture of your pussy on his phone that Kento loses the fight. He wonders how you'd taste, the beautiful jewel sitting gorgeously above the hood of your clit that he finds himself imagining his tongue just playing with it.

And those thoughts alone have Kento spiraling.

“S-She's very pretty.” He knows he shouldn't commute the images to memory but fucking hell, you’re so beautiful.

“I know she is.” Ever so cocky but he can't blame him because if you were his wife, he would be too.

‣ fushiguro megumi ♡ ↳ accidentally sees toji's girlfriend. (Yuji & Megumi are aged up)

It wasn’t Megumi’s fault, he swears! He was looking for a photo of you to show Yuuji and of course, his father doesn’t know much about iPhones. He doesn’t know he can hide your explicit photos behind a facial lock and with him being curious, that led him to click on a photo that wasn’t for his eyes to see. 

“You okay, Megs?” Yuuji inquires, worry etched in his eyes as his friend's cheeks turn beet red. ”Are you not feeling well?’

“I-I’m fine!” Megumi splutters, coughing to clear his throat. Shit. Yuuji can’t see this. He shouldn’t be seeing this.

“What is it?”

“Nothing! It’s nothing.” Megumi groans before closing the photos app completely and tossing his father’s phone to the side of the couch like it scorched his hand. “L-Let’s go do something else!”

“Oh, I thought you were going to show me a picture of your stepmom?” It’s an innocent question, one that wouldn’t have Megumi blushing like he was back in high school if it wasn’t for that picture.

“Y-You’ll see her later.”

“Oh! Great! I can’t wait to meet her!” Yuuji's innocence makes Megumi wish he could take back the last couple minutes or scrub the image of your face with (no doubt) his dad’s cum all over it to preserve his prenotion of you.

“Where’s my phone?” Toji’s voice booms from behind the boys as both point toward the edge of the couch where the device landed. “Why is it over there?”

“Oh! Megumi was showing me a picture of his mom!”

Toji’s face scrunches into confusion before glancing at his son who was trying to hide the embarrassment he was sure was written on his face from his dad.

“Did yo-”

“Yes? Sorry.” It comes out rushed but it has Toji cursing at the thought of his son seeing you in all the provocative positions he’d put you in.

“Next time ask me.”

Megumi nods (because what else is there to say?). He gets up to hastily make his way to his room as his situation continues to grow and Yuji calls after him.

‣ ryomen sukuna ♡ ↳ accidentally sees yuji's girlfriend (not really. it was on purpose lol).

Sukuna opening an eye on Yuuji’s cheek to see what the brat was gawking at. He can feel the warmth rushing through their shared body.

Curiosity overtakes him as he watches the brat swipe through photo after photo of you. His eyes lock on one that you took, finger against your lip as he can see your breast sitting so pretty. It's a half-body picture and fuck, Sukuna wants to see that sweet cunt of yours but he can view of the real thing later.

"Isn't she a sight for sore eyes."

"Wha-"

“You’re a pervert.” Sukuna snickers, “In public. Really?”

“Shut up!”

Yuji can’t help the blush that spreads over his cheeks, the heat becoming unbearable the more Sukuna ridicules him. It's not his fault you have him this down bad.

“I’ll admit. She’s got a pretty p-” Yuji rushes to cover the mouth on his face as he hears Sukuna cackle behind it. Why now? Why did he have to get horny on the way home???

He quickly shoves his phone into his pocket, tapping his foot impatiently and listening to Sukuna talk about you in ways he hates in his head.

‘She’s got a pretty pussy, I’d love to bury my face in it.’

‘You’re lucky I haven’t taken over while you’re balls deep in her.’

‘She’ll be begging for me once she gets a taste of what a man can do.’

Yuji is seething, red blurring his vision but there’s nothing he can do right now. So he half-ass listens to the intruder in his head, letting his anger bubble beneath the surface.

He knows Sukuna’s not joking. It's not the first time he's expressed interest in you. He wonders what makes you different that Sukuna would want to risk it for you.

He’s not even phased that Yuji is cursing Sukuna in his head, it won’t deter him from his prize.

You.

He can't wait to take part when Yuji least expects it.

‣ kamo choso ♡ ↳ accidentally sees yuji's girlfriend.

“Yuuji!” Choso calls to his brother as Yuji practically jumps up from the couch to see what’s wrong. He’s confused, however, when nothing is physically wrong. His brother’s face is slightly redder than it usually is.

“Choso? What’s wrong?”

He practically shoves the phone into his brother's hand before rushing past him to get to his room. Is he having a mental crisis? Yes because he hadn’t expected to see you like that. And also because he doesn’t know what Yuji will do.

“Choso?” He hears Yuji knock quietly. “Are you okay?”

“N-No. I’m sorry. I promise I wasn’t trying to snoop!”

“What happened.”

“Your girlfriend… She-” Choso stops talking the moment the realization dawns on Yuuji.

“It’s okay!” Yuji smiles, going to message to see what you’d sent him. His breath hitches as he sees the mirror shot you sent him. Your back toward the mirror as the pretty red thong sits snugly between your cheeks as the bra has a big mesh bow on the front of it. Your breast looks fucking amazing and it makes Yuji turn redder than Choso. 

He never knows how to handle it when you send him things like this.

“Fuck. Um, you don’t-’

“It’s okay, Yuji.” Choso tries to smile but it comes off as a grimace. Yuji nods, before turning and tailing it back toward his room to call you, leaving Choso sitting on his bed to contemplate what to do. He feels horrible that he can’t get that image of you out of his head. 

He feels worse that he’s horny because of it.

‣ gojo satoru ♡ ↳ accidentally sees kento's wife.

Okay, but it wasn't Satoru’s fault! Really! How was he supposed to know that if he kept swiping right, he would see something he shouldn't have? Something meant for Kento's eyes only.

And fucking Kento. Why did he have your nudes just out for anyone to come across?! If it was Satoru, he would be gatekeeping the hell out of them. Away from everyone's view!

But damn, was it a fucking sight.

Satoru couldn't unsee it even if he wanted to (and trust he doesn't, he just wishes it was his cock in side of you). Your head thrown back in absolute ecstasy, making his cock stir just thinking about how you would feel sitting on his cock.

Your breasts (so round and soft looking, he knows they would fit perfectly in his large hands) made Satoru want to caress every inch of your skin. He didn't know you had a belly button piercing but why was it the sexiest thing he's seen.

How did Kento get so lucky?!

He tries not to let the picture affect him even if he can feel his cheeks run hot the more he stares at it.

Satoru had always thought you had a banging body, beautiful as hell too. He was unsure of how Nanami was able to snag you. Was it through a dating app? Maybe it was a chance meeting somewhere?

So he commutes the picture to memory. 

"What's wrong?”

“Ah, nothing!” Satoru quickly swipes back to the picture of you standing in front of a beautiful sunset before handing Nanami his phone back. “Cute vacation photos!”

He's sure his smile looks more like a grimace as Nanami looks highly confused. It isn't until he accidentally swipes right after Satoru is gone that he realizes his mistake.

Shit.

‣ geto suguru ♡ ↳ accidentally sees satoru's girlfriend.

Suguru knew his best friend's girlfriend was a doll. You were Satoru's dream girl after all (he only knew because he said it all the damn time).

Although Suguru never paid the two of you any mind, he did think you were cute but you were taken and well, Suguru isn't a homewrecker.

At least, he wouldn't consider himself one until his thought process changed the day he was able to sit down and have a very mature conversation with you. One he knew he wouldn't be able to have with Satoru or even Shoko. Your take on the subject matter was informative and it made him wonder how his childish best friend was able to pull someone like you.

He knew his crush blossomed from that day and every other day you had conversations with him but...

What he didn't know was how deep that crush ran. It seemed as if it was getting harder and harder to not see you as just a friend.

And well, the day he saw your nudes on display on Satoru's desktop screen was the icing on the cake for him. He should have left it sitting idle. He shouldn't have touched anything. His mistake? Moving the mouse. It made everything disappear while leaving you on display for anyone to see.

His mistake.

The picture in question was of you, nude as you're smiling at the camera with your knees pressed to your chest and giving him a very pretty view of your pussy. He can see how wet your pussy is, little hints of cream around your pussy entrance too. He can also see a pieces of metal running through your nipoles. Fuck, nipple piercing too?

That's so hot!

It makes his mouth waters and fuck does he wanna know how good you taste so much that he finds himself licking his lips.

He eyes the collar dawning your neck. 'Satoru' embedded in gold. It compliments your skin that's shines with a sheen of sweat, making Suguru feel things he shouldn't feel for his best friends girlfriend.

He's sure Satoru is the one behind the camera because who else would it be? It all sends his mind into a whirlwind of scenarios that his brain should not have conjured out between the three of you. 

He tries to clear his throat when the second picture pops up and Suguru is sure he is going to burst right there. You bent over with your ass in the air. Cheeks spread and he's able to see both holes (your pussy glistening and making him lick his lips). He knows it’s Satoru’s dick settled (no doubt he was about to push it back in) and he can't help the slight color that spread along his cheeks.

He doesn't realize he's still staring at the screen, unwavering until he realizes Satoru is calling his name. It brings him back to his reality.

“Suguru!”

“Yeah? Y-Yes!” Suguru clears his throat but poor Suguru, Satoru already knows he saw them. “ ‘m Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you liked what you saw.” Satoru’s brow raises in question and well shit, Suguru was caught.

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[lovebugism]

Imagine rough sex with eds and you guys just break the bed and you have to tell wayne

✶ ┄ BROKEN BEDS !

summary: you and eddie break his bed. the worst part is having to tell wayne. pairing: eddie munson / f!reader warning: smut! eddie being the cutest human alive! a wild appearance from uncle wayne! 18+ mdni! a/n: i need everyone to know that when i wrote this draft, i titled it "breaking bed" and it made me chuckle a lil. anyway, thanks for your request anon! enjoy xoxo

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when eddie muson fucks, he fucks like a wild animal

he grunts with each of his rough thrusts, brown eyes somehow darker with lust while his untamed curls cling to his sweaty forehead

and you just let him drill into you because, truth be told, you love him this way

you hold the backs of your thighs and keep yourself wide open for him while he fucks so deeply into you

he leans over you, one hand white-knuckled where it grips his headboard, and the other wrapped around your throat

not tight enough to choke you exactly, but to make sure your eyes stay locked on his as he fucks you for all your worth

the headboard slams into the wall in time with each of his thrusts, rhythmic bang bang bangs that you’d be scared are leaving a dent in the wall if eddie wasn’t making you feel so good

he tilts your jaw to the side to expose your neck to him

and he hides his face in the sweaty crook of it, seeking refuge there while he nips and suckles at the warmed skin

you just keep begging for him to go harder and deeper and faster as he fucks you more and more stupid

and eddie complies without question

he revels in the way you keen each time he pounds into you and how your face scrunches up and your back arches for him

your toes curl and your legs tense up so hard they start to quiver

and right when you’re about to come, the bed suddenly jolts and dips beneath you, accompanied by loud crashing sound

it scares the shit out of you and you squeal while eddie lets out a grunt of surprise

because his bed just fucking broke

and it isn’t the most surprising thing in the world, the thing is about as old as he is

but it does take the two of you off guard 

all you can do in the moment is laugh about it

and eddie barely wastes another second before he starts fucking you again

because his bed is already broken, who cares if it gets more fucked up?

plus he knew how close you were to your orgasm and you just look so pretty when you come <3

the worst part about it though is telling wayne

because there’s no way he’s not going to notice

and eddie can’t exactly sleep on a crooked bed

so he just comes up with the shittiest excuse known to man “so the thing is... i was… jumping on the bed…”

wayne furrows his brows “the hell were you doing jumping on your bed?”

“well, you see, i was just, you know… trying to… heal my inner child…”

“…what the fuck does that mean?”

but, like, obviously wayne knows

typically you’re good at keeping eddie in check and sometimes he can hear you saying you don’t want to fuck while wayne’s in the house

and that’s a part of the reason he likes you so much bc you don’t want to put him through that trauma

but you guys are young and in love and sometimes keeping your hands off of each other feels like the hardest thing in the world

so he knows exactly how the bed broke

but hearing eddie trying to lie about it is the funniest thing on the planet

shopping for a new bed frame is easily the most adult thing you and eddie have ever done

and the only one he can afford is a star wars themed one in the children’s section

eddie groans and acts annoyed about having to get one that’s so childish but you know he secretly loves it

because the headboard is shaped like the cock pit of the millennium falcon with lightsabers painted on the foot of the bed

you try to put it together without wayne’s help while he’s at work

and you’re like “how long do you give it before we break this one?”

“an hour if you wine and dine me first <3”

have any blurb requests? send em here if you want!

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[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

≡;-꒰ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖

── mdni sexual content ; how the boys would tease you in bed. inclusive of: pet name usage, dirty talk, praise, edging, heavy petting, slight mentions of: vaginal sex, fingering, nipple play, oral (f. receiving) ✨

⁺₊ / an: i am a big supporter of these 4 being absolutely infuriating !! xavier's has references to "pretty little mess" if you've caught it 🤭

caleb was impatient at heart. the way he teased you would never have you begging, but always buckling under the weight of his desires, always hiding your face in embarrassment, at every way he'd elicit sounds from you that you didn't even know you could make. you've known him for practically all your life; the mere thought that he could get you like this, see you like this, made you flush impossibly red with embarrassment... and he knew. he'd call you pipsqueak when he spoke, a testament of the closeness of your relationship, and you would barely retain your sanity. he'd praise you, too—relaying in your ears how good you feel and how pretty you look with his cock buried deep into you, telling you every fantasy he'd had in his head, going on about how he's addicted to your pussy and he'd never be the same without it. every dirty word from his mouth had you whimpering, clenching around his length—you hated it, but you loved it. "Oh, fuck, pipsqueak... Takin' me so well like that... fuck, you're just so, so good—"

rafayel would simply be so aggravating. the two of you are always teasing each other, and he'd always find a way to get on your nerves one way or another. so, in the bedroom... well. he'd be smirking at the way your hips would chase his whenever he pulled out of you, almost laughing at your expense, pure amusement written over every inch of his body. he loved you, yes—but he'd never let you cum. not when he was in control; not when he delighted in your whines and your whimpers, begging him for more. he'd simply rub on your arm, mocking coos into your ear about how needy you are—time and time again, whether it be from his fingers or his tongue or his cock, he would dare to leave you thrashing on his bed, your release slipping away from you slowly, slowly. it would render you sensitive to his every touch. closer and closer, reaching the peak of your high quicker every time he edged you... until just a kiss, just a nip against your skin, and you'd be shaking—coming undone, spilling over his sheets. only then would he proceed to fuck you senseless. "wow, so desperate for me! what a cutie~ you want to cum, don't you?"

xavier? sweet, innocent xavier, like you've always known him to be... not. xavier, the little shit, he's deliberate. he'd have fingers trailing all over your skin, barely-there touches that have your hair raising in response. he'd place light, feathery kisses, from your jawline, to your neck, to your collarbone... and he'd have the audacity to breathe so close to your ear, claiming he just wants to cuddle—he doesn't, obviously he doesn't. but he pretends. he pretends like he doesn't know what he's doing to you. and he'd never touch you any more than that until he got his fill, until you would rub your thighs and his ears would perk at the subtle sounds of your wetness. xavier knows exactly how to get you riled up, weak in his arms, mumbling about the unfairness of it all, whining to him how you just want him to fuck you already and skip all these pointless theatrics... but he won't stop. not until he wants to. it doesn't matter how many times you beg. if he wants to see you get even more desperate for him, then he will. "but, angel, why? i'm barely doing anything to you... are you already so wet...?"

zayne always knows what you want. of course he does, he's easily memorized every one of your expressions, every one of your reactions; what gets you clenching tight around his cock and how exactly to make you throw your head back moaning. but he won't do it. he won't do it unless you tell him to, unless he hears the words directly fall from you lips, dictating to him in detail exactly what you want him to do to you. it was never easy for you to do in the first place, so embarrassed of the filthy words coming from your mouth—but he'd make it even harder. be it the friction of his cock gliding in and out of your pussy, or the way his lips would swirl around your nipples, or maybe even just the way he'd look at you—intense, observant, waiting. you could barely form a coherent thought, let alone try to speak in words he could actually understand. "what's wrong, sweetheart? you know you have to tell me. come on, it's not too hard, is it? open your mouth. speak."

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#love and deepspace #love & deepspace #l&ds #love and deepspace smut #love & deepspace smut #love and deepspace x reader #love & deepspace x reader #love and deepspace caleb #love & deepspace caleb #love and deepspace rafayel #love & deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace xavier #love & deepspace xavier #love and deepspace zayne #love & deepspace zayne #zayne x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader #caleb x reader #❀˖°. roxiecanon #*ੈ♡. rose garden #ʚɞ*.ﾟ. lnds

[thefreakandthehair]

@eddiemonth prompt, oct 27th:  Haunted House | Hunters Moon - Ghost | Funny read on ao3 + masterpost | tumblr masterlist

Haunted houses are supposed to be scary– fog, strobe lights, creepy crawlies and otherworldly creatures. Eddie’s prepared for all of that when he takes the job at the local haunt during his favorite time of year– it’s in the name, after all. 

What he’s not prepared for is Steve Goddamn Harrington to show up with a gaggle of pre-teens nipping at his heels like baby ducks demanding attention. 

“– don’t need your bat, it’s fine! It’s fake, Steve, c’mon.” He hears one particularly loud mop-headed kid arguing from behind his perch. 

Faux blood drips from the gash built up on his forehead down his nose and he smears it across his cheek, both for effect and because as much as he loves the hideous clown role, the viscous corn syrup trickling down his face makes his skin crawl. 

Wait, he thinks, furrowing his eyebrows as best he can beneath the special effects makeup. Did that kid just insinuate Steve Harrington wanted to bring a bat into a haunted house? 

“Yeah Steve, are you scared of spooky clowns now?” Another of his group sneers, this one a bit taller, skinny with darker hair. “Gonna show off and clobber some poor innocent actor like you did that demo–”

Steve hisses loud enough still for Eddie to hear him and grabs the kid by the shoulder. “Say it a little louder, why dontcha, Mike? Jesus Christ.” 

“Well, are you?” A redheaded girl asks as they get closer and closer to the entrance.

“After everything real we’ve seen, you think I’m afraid of what I know is fake?” Eddie can make out the shape of Steve standing with one hand on his hip and his finger pointing around at each of the kisd. “This was you little shits’ idea, remember that.”

Eddie’s grateful he’s toward the beginning of the haunt. He gets to set the tone for the rest of the show, and when someone particularly interesting piques his interest, sometimes he follows them around. Breathes down their neck a little, stands just a little too close without blinking, tilts his head with a ghastly smile when they turn around. 

Before they’ve even entered the house, Eddie’s decided to have a little fun with Steve Harrington. 

The fog machine kicks off, curling up from the floor around their ankles, spiraling like snakes up to the ceiling. Eddie grins and prepares himself for scare number one. 

The jumpscare. 

“Ow, you’re on my foot, asshole!” One of the kid whispers. 

“Then don’t stand so close!” Another responds. 

“We’re literally in a fucking hallway–” 

“Guys, language! And while you’re at it, shut the fuck up and pay attention!” 

When they’re in classes together, Eddie has to choke back the amused grin that plays at his lips when Steve shows off his bite but nothing is real in a haunted house anyways.

He lets himself smile. 

At least, until the sound machine groans to life. He waits for them to look around, to seek control, to figure out what the noise is and how to defend against it. 

“Welcome!” He screams with a cackling laugh, leaping out from his hiding spot and landing in a crouching position. “I hope you like it here, because you’re,” he circles around them with bent legs before leaning closer and shouting, “never leaving!” 

All of the kids scream simultaneously, devolving into nervous laughter. Steve though? Eddie watches Steve seize up and instinctually yank the kids closer to him. 

It’s not what he expects from the King of Hawkins High, dethroned or otherwise. Eddie’s heart clenches as he locks eyes with Steve, flitting back and forth between the rest of the haunt and the door they’d just entered through. His nostrils are flared, his lips tight, his eyebrows knitting together above his nose. 

Eddie’s gonna follow him alright, but not for the reasons he's initially planned. 

“My name is Krusty, and I’m your new friend.”

He circles around Steve like a predator and leans closer, his lips nearly grazing Steve’s ear. “Follow my lead, I’ll get you outta here.” 

Steve turns too quickly and their faces narrowly avoid one another, shoved between the kids itching to keep moving and the wall. Eddie nods and tries to make his smile comforting and reassuring. It must work because Steve’s shoulders drop from his ears and he whispers back. 

“Thanks.” 

—

Eddie bangs on the wall each time they enter the new room, cackling and yelling things like Fresh meat! and Look, I found us some new friends! The kids seem to be thoroughly enjoying themselves, and even Eddie can’t help but laugh when one of his fellow scare actors snorts in the curly-headed kid’s ear loud enough that he damn near jumps into Steve’s arms. 

“Jesus Christ, Dustin!” Steve topples backwards into Eddie, who braces himself against a prop cotton candy machine. “Remember earlier? It’s fake, Steve, c’mon?” 

From around Steve’s shoulder, Eddie sees Dustin shoot Steve an annoyed look with wide, incredulous eyes. 

“Alright, alright, you good?” Steve rectifies, his voice softer.

Dustin nods and straightens himself out with a pat on the head and ruffle from Steve before walking forward to rejoin the group.

“Last scare, Harrington” Eddie takes the opportunity to whisper in Steve’s ear, dropping out of character entirely. 

Who can blame him? How can he be expected to stay in the headspace of a terrifying, bloody clown when Steve Harrington is in his space, protecting little sheep when he’s afraid himself? And wearing some of the tightest jeans he’s ever seen?

He’s just a man. 

Steve whips around with furrowed brows and a wrinkled nose. “How the fuck do you know my name?” 

“Krusty knows everything.” 

He tries to shift back into gear and grins as he licks the fake blood that’s dripped down his nose to his top lip. It must be the fog machine, because there’s no way he just caught Steve’s eyes flickering down to track the movement. 

Nothing’s real in a haunted house. 

“Your children seem to have disappeared without you, let’s go catch them. Before someone else does.” Eddie claps his hands together with faux glee and skips ahead. 

The last room of the haunt is Eddie’s least favorite, truthfully. No actors, no human presence, just disorienting, kaleidescopic strobe lights, cobwebs hanging from the ceiling tangling themselves in whatever they can reach, and disembodied, whirring noises blaring from the speakers. If anything, it just gives him a headache. 

Steve’s charges handle it well enough; like many others, they complain that it was boring and Eddie overhears some of their constructive criticisms. He agrees with their stance, but can’t spend much time focusing on that. 

Not when he looks back to check on Steve only to find him with one hand over his eyes and the other scaling the side of the wall, cobwebs sticking to the sleeve of his jacket and knotting in his hair. 

Before Eddie can think about what he’s doing, his feet make the decision for him and he approaches Steve, places a hand on his lower back. Steve startles against the touch but doesn’t move his hand. 

“Just keep your eyes closed and I’ll get us out, okay? We all fuckin’ hate this room, trust me.” 

Steve nods and takes a shaky breath, letting Eddie guide him through the room as quickly and discreetly as possible. “It’s just the goddamn lights, man. I get migraines and these are the worst. Those kids give me enough headaches without the extra help.” 

Eddie gives a soft chuckle and shakes his head, looks Steve up and down briefly before they reach the end. Selfishly, Eddie wants to take his time and soak up the false reality of the haunted house and the safety it offers because really, in what other world will he ever be this close to Steve Harrington again? But he can tell the guy he’s suffering and Eddie has his fantasies to fall back on later. 

They’ve gotten him this far. 

“Why’d you bring ‘em then?” He asks, curious. 

Steve shrugs and sighs. “They’re good kids and wanted to come, and I’m the babysitter so, of course, it’s me. Gotta make sure they’re safe.” 

He says the last bit with a heaviness that Eddie doesn’t quite understand but they take their last few steps out into the night. The illusion of the haunted house crumbles, Eddie removes his hand as though he’s been branded, and Steve’s eyes flutter open. 

“Well, you did great. Your monsters are over there.” Eddie gestures with his chin towards the open field where six kids sit in a circle, laughing a bit too loudly. 

“Better go wrangle them up.” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose and comes away with a cobweb. 

“Oh yeah, you’ve got a little–” Eddie starts, reaching up impulsively to pick what he can out of Steve’s hair. 

He’s touching The Hair’s hair, and he doesn’t catch the rumored Harrington right hook for it. Instead, Steves stands silent as Eddie works, staring and blinking a few times. 

“There ya go, de-cobwebed. Free of charge,” Eddie smirks with pursed lips. “Unless you wanna tip, there’s a jar up front.” 

“Thanks,” Steve starts, running both hands through his hair and shaking as though to make sure. Or to torment Eddie. Maybe both. “For this and for uh, that.” He jerks his thumb behind them towards the house. 

“Any time, man. Any time. Spread the word, will ya? We could use the business.” 

Steve smiles at him as he turns to walk away, and Eddie wishes it was really him on the receiving end. But it’s not, because Steve doesn’t recognize him behind all the makeup. He’s just Krusty: bleeding heart, overly kind menacing clown. 

It's true, the motto. Nothing's real in a haunted house.

“Oh and, hey,” Steve calls out when he’s just a few steps away. 

“Yeah?” Eddie responds as Steve turns to look over his shoulder.

“See you in Click’s class on Monday, Munson.” 

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[lonely-lost-soul]

Day One: Mammon

Day 1: Breeding Kink

The Avatar of Greed was your first demon, just as you were his first human. Much to his other brother's frustration, he was your first pact and the first of his brothers you fell in love with. So he also considered himself your partner, which, in his mind, meant he had certain privileges involving you; mainly, Mammon felt he had a right to all your ‘firsts.’ Have them he did, first kiss, first oral experience, and of course, the first man inside you. Whenever his brothers argue with him, he never ceases to bring up that fact, even if it causes you to hit him on the back of the head. And Mammon was proud of that fact; it was his way to be greedy with you, to indulge in his sin without stowing you away in his dragon hoard. That was why when he found out you and Diavlao had been discussing the first human-demon hybrid in being born Devildom to improve human/devil relations, he almost lost his shit. 

“With the Demon Lord?” Mammon whined out, “How did this even come up!”

“He brought it up, Mammon, not me!” You argued, crossing your arms over your chest, huffing, “What did you even think I said to him? We just started dating!” 

“nuh-uh. This is not happening, treasure.”

“I know you did not just nuh-uh me.” You shot your partner a look, and he puffed out his cheeks. 

“Diavalo hasn’t even told Devildom you guys are official yet!” Mammon argued, sitting next to you on his pool table, plopping his head in your lap like a sad puppy. “And you wanna have a baby with him? HIM?”

“Mammon-”

“Like, what does he have that I don’t? I’m your first, ya’ know. I mean-”

“Mammon.” You carded your fingers through his white hair, and he ceased all talking to look into your eyes. “I’m not having a baby with Dia,” His eyes lit up like shiny gold coins, “I told him no. Especially because we just made ourselves official. If we said yes, we would’ve skipped like a thousand steps in a new relationship, plus-”

“And cause he’s totally lame, right, and not hot at all. Okay, maybe a little hot his tits are like so much bigger than yours.” Mammon rambled, reaching up and squeezing your breast for emphasis, and you shot him a dirty look. He smirked, “Honk,” he squeezed it teasingly, and you sighed at his antics. 

“No idiot. I told him no because I want to have a baby with you first.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Mammon jolted up, hand still on your boob, “You wanna have a baby with me.” You swore if he had a tail, it’d be wagging, “and not the Demon Lord? All mine?”

“You’re making it weird, Mammon…” you couldn’t hide the smile from spreading across your lips, “but yeah, I promised you, didn’t I? That you’d be the first to everything. What do you say,” mused watching as horns fizzled onto his forehead “Want to be the first to make me a mommy?”

“Fuck yeah, treasure.” Mammon flipped you over so your back was pressed against the cool pool table. His wings spread behind him as he pinned you against the table; you hummed pleasantly, laying your hands against his chest, nails tapping on the buttons. 

“Off puppy.” 

“Yes, ma’am!” Mammon barked, unbuttoning his top and tossing it aside, flexing his muscles, keeping an eye out for your reactions. It seemed optimistic as you eyed him hungrily, tongue sticking out of your bottom lip, “You too, treasure. Wanna see my pact mark.” He purred, leaning down to nip tenderly at your ear. He felt your chest move with a soft giggle, 

“Don’t you want to rip it off me?” You teased, and Mammon’s wings fluttered a few beats, tearing your top down the middle and letting your breasts bounce in your bra. It was a gorgeous black with gold accents on cups, just Mammon’s style. 

“God, look at you,” He practically pants, hand palming your breast through your bra, squeezing tenderly, “perfect for me. Perfect for my babies.” He licked his fangs as you shuddered under his touch, your legs squeezed around his toned waist. “Aw? Does that turn you on? Me talking about making you a mommy?” You flushed, looking away from him, and he tutted, pointing a painted nail under your chin, “Come on baby, tell me you want it.” 

“I want it.” You breathed, looking him dead in the eyes, “wanna be a mommy, have your babies.” And Mammon sucked in a breath through his fangs, 

“Fuck yeah, you do. That’s so hot.” Mammon grinned, pressing a kiss to the middle of your breasts right where your pact mark with him sat, and it caused you both to shudder. “Do my brothers know?” 

“No, only you. Don’t you think Levi would let me anywhere near you if I told him you’d be my first-” You groaned as Mammon’s hips ground against yours, clearly enjoying this secret between you, “Or even Asmo. Still, we would have the opposite problem, and he’d fight you for who could get me pregnant first.” You teased with a hitching breath, feeling Mammon’s hand unclip your bra with ease, moving his mouth to take a nipple in your mouth. You moan, hands grabbing onto his horns, and he visibly shuddered under your hands, groaning around your bud. 

“Just imagining these puppies even bigger, as they fill with milk, is making me so fucking hard.” Mammon grinned, sucking marks onto the swell of your breaths, causing you to moan sweetly and squirm. 

“Stop teasing me.” You argue, tugging on his horns and pulling him away from your breasts; he tossed his head back with a deep groan, arms and body visibility quivering.

“Stop the pulling,” He growled voice low and gravely, 

“Why? You gonna cum?” You purred, rolling your hips against his prevalent hard-on, causing him to moan again. 

“Stop being a brat,” He hissed, but you both knew he didn’t have the same bite that Lucifer or Satan did when commanding you. So you just smirked, sliding your hand down Mammon’s low-rise jeans and cupping his heaviness gently. “S-Shit treasure come o-n-” A simple touch, and you have the Avatar of Greed in the palm of your hand, literally. You could practically see the tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as you worked him out of his jeans, “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” He panted, kicking his pants to the side while sliding yours down and ripping your new panties to shreds. 

“Mammon! Those were new!” 

“You look better this way anyway.” Mammon mused, flicking your clit expertly with his fingers, causing you to twitch and suck in a breath through your teeth. “Shit baby, you’re so wet for me; you really wanna have my baby huh?” He slid his long fingers into you, and you moaned, your back arching off the table hotly. 

“Yes. Yes. Yes Mammon. Please fill me up; I want to feel you stretching me to my limit.” 

“Fuck yeah. Fuck baby,” He panted, sliding down his underwear messily, his cock springing free. You always loved his cock, it wasn’t overly large, but fuck was it thick and filled you up just perfectly.  “Lemme put it inside,”

“Do it.” You demanded, skipping the usual foreplay between the two of you; the atmosphere was too hot and heavy to skip to the main event. “Make me scream.” Mammon didn’t need any more encouragement as he slammed his entire length into you and screamed you did as nails dug into Mammon’s broad shoulders. His eyes were flared in greedy hunger, taking in the sigh of you taking his cock so well, relishing how your walls fluttered around him. 

“So tight, we’ll fix that right up,” Mammon groaned, consumed by lust. “Gonna pump you so full you’ll be dripping with me for days, and if none of my seed takes this time,” he slowly pumped his hips in and out of your body as the sound of skin on skin slapping filled the room. “We’ll fuck as many times a day it takes till you’re swollen with my litter,” He purred. Sticking his tongue out and licking a hot stripe up your neck, the room filled with your sounds of pleasure. “I know how much of a slut you are; how many of my babies do you want in you? Cause now that we’re getting started, I ain’t stopping.” He teased, hearing your whines pick up as you moved your hips in rhythm with his own. He could see the outline of his cock as it bulged inside you; he pressed down on his cock inside you, causing you both to moan loudly. “My little golden whore,” Mammon mused, kissing your lips and swallowing your moans with his mouth and tongue. Mammon felt the way your breathing began to hitch, “You close?” He watched you nod rapidly drool pooling out of your mouth, “Damn, I fucked you stupid, huh?” He snickered, and you moaned louder as he began to piston out of you at a much more aggressive rate. You could feel the tip of his cock brush against your cervix, begging for entrance into your fertile womb.

“MAMMON!” 

“That’s it. Say my name as you cum,” He hissed, watching your pact light up in a golden yellow. Your walls clenched around him like a vice grip, legs locking him in place as you tossed your head back in gorgeous ecstasy. Seeing the sight alone had Mammon howling and biting into your neck as he spilled inside you, pump after pump of his seed filling your womb full as you babbled nonsense against his chest as he purred. “Good girl did so well for me,” He whispered, peppering kisses over your forehead. “You’re gonna make such a good Mommy.”

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[emilyprentissslutsstuff]

Home Run Part 2 – Emily Prentiss x Fem!BAU!Reader

Warnings: Smut, mommy kink, praise kink, mentions of alcohol

Set directly after Part 1, little bit shorter than the first one and the ending feels a little bit rushed but I wanted to get it written. Might eventually do a Part 3, leave any requests or prompts you have! Thank you for reading and enjoying!

18+MDNI

It puzzled you how quickly and easily Emily was able to shift from her sexually dominant side to… sitting down and eating dinner with her subordinates. You tried not to dwell on it too much, you couldn’t really, as the team scrutinized how you played during the game. Derek tried to play it off like you were a one hit wonder.

“Morgan, you shit head, it looks like you’re gonna eat your words again. Prentiss here said she was gonna be coming out to the games more so be prepared to be proved wrong,” you blew the paper of your straw at him.

He smiled sheepishly at you, “Fine, I’ll admit it. You swing a bat better than I do, but you’re just lucky the Bureau doesn’t have any other sports teams because I’d kick your ass.”

“I’m just glad he found someone else to play with, he’s not trying to make me go out there with him,” Reid sighed thankfully from beside you.

“Has the Doctor been holding out on me?” you asked jokingly as the team laughed at his remark. The group continued their celebrations, drinking and laughing as they ate. Everyone was too absorbed in the collective conversation to notice the subtle glances exchanged between you and your boss.

The dinner soon ended and everyone was about to part ways. Derek had asked you if you wanted him and Savannah to drive you back home, being he had picked you up before the game.

“Thanks, but no thanks Morgan. Prentiss offered to take me, and she’s nicer to me anyways,” you shoved him lightly, chuckling.

He threw his hands up defensively, “Suit yourself, All-Star. Don’t say I never did anything for ya.” He shook his head as he laughed, walking back towards his car.

“Damn, you’re good,” you heard from behind you, causing you to jump. You had almost forgotten Emily was standing right there, most definitely waiting to ruin the composure you were able to hold around the others. And probably enjoy it.

You turned on your heel, “What?” You were confused, something that was becoming frequent around the older woman. She pursed her lips, eyes studying you silently as you approached her. You tilted your head at her, waiting expectantly for her response.

“Let’s go,” she commanded, her eyes and head flicking towards her vehicle as she turned without another word. You stood stunned for a moment before following after her, watching the sway of her hips as you caught up to her.

“You’re bossy,” you grumbled moodily, even though you knew that was part of the reason you were so attracted to her. She knew it too by the cheeky smile that formed her features.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said condescendingly, stopping in her tracks, her voice sharp and careful as if it was a warning to you. “Don’t get mouthy now. You’ve behaved so well, why d’you want to start acting up? Hmm?” You could feel the effect of her words heating up your face and your core, which you tried to hide from her by averting your gaze.

She laughed at you, her hand moving to the small of your back as she guided you gently to her car. The ride was mostly quiet as you wrestled with the feelings in your mind, trying to sort through your thoughts. Before you knew it you were at Emily’s brownstone.

You knew you were in for it as the sound of the door closing seemed to echo throughout, followed by Emily practically pouncing on you while pushing you against the door. Her lips crashed against yours as she pulled your body closer to her, hands resting tenderly on your waist. It seemed her mouth and hands were on different wavelengths, an assault of hot kisses and quick nips as she trailed along your jaw and neck. But her hands moved leisurely, precisely as she snaked them up your shirt, brushing your skin almost hesitantly as if prepared to still at the drop of a hat.

Her knee nudged between your legs but did little to relieve your throbbing core. Your hands grasped roughly at the tight denim fabric of her jeans, unable to grip her ass the way you wanted to be able to. You groaned indecently at the way her mouth glided across your skin, teeth pulling and releasing, leaving her mark on your flesh.

“Emily,” you whined as your fingers fumbled with her zipper, your earlier embarrassment shifting into shameless desperation. Her hands lifted your jersey above your head, falling back to your torso and leading you to her bedroom while discarding the rest of your clothes along the way. You had managed to pull her shirt off but she remained in her bra and unbuttoned pants.

Only Emily Prentiss can look sexy taking off skin tight blue jeans you thought to yourself as you watched them peel off her figure. Your stomach tightened at the sight of her exposed body, admiring the curve of her hips as she pulled you towards her. She whispered something in your ear, her breath raising goosebumps across your skin as her words went unheard.

You pulled her fingers down to your thighs with a whimper, your implicit way of asking her to touch you. She, however, was not letting you off that easily, chuckling at you as she trailed her fingers slowly back up your abdomen. There was no doubt she was enjoying her ability to reduce you to futile whimpers and whines, and you knew from the almost arrogant smirk on her lips that she would prolong her teasing as long as she could.

A breathy mumble of, “Please,” fell from your lips as your head dropped to her shoulder, pressing soft open mouth kisses against her collarbone. Her arms wrapped tightly around you, her hands rubbing against your shoulder blades until they met in the middle of your back.

She laid you delicately on the bed, her soft touches greatly contrasting the haste of your tongue she had felt earlier that night. It made you feel a little guilty that you had rushed through pleasuring her, but the thought was quickly pushed from your mind as Emily parted your lips with her fingers. Instinctively, you drew them into your mouth, sucking on them gently until she pulled them out.

Her fingers slipped into with ease, although she didn’t need to lubricate them. You were pretty sure there was a wet spot forming underneath you from the second she had laid you down. A gasp escaped your lips as a smirk fell on hers as she felt how wet you were, vulgar sounds filling the air as she lazily pumped her fingers inside of you.

“Barely have to do anything and you’re this wet?” Emily asked proudly.

“Mmhmm,” you moaned, your eyes closed as you rolled your hips, pushing her digits deeper as her wrist thrust. You felt her mouth trail down your neck, latching onto your nipple. She stared up at you through half lidded eyes, blinking at you slowly as her tongue swirled around the bud.

You felt your chest flutter like her eyelashes, watching as she moved carefully down your body. Her fingers slowed to almost a stop as she sunk her teeth lightly into the skin of your hip. You were gasping and squirming with every movement as if no one had ever touched you before which only added to Emily’s amusement.

“Need you,” you mumbled, lifting your hips in attempt to persuade her stationary hand.

“I can see that,” she smiled against your skin.

“So mean, I didn’t tease you,” you were still squirming, your fingers running gently through her hair as you admired her. Despite your desperation, you appreciated her ability to stay patient, a quality of hers you always adored. It was certainly an ability you didn’t have and was working against your favor.

“You didn’t,” she mused. “You were very eager to please.”

Her fingers began thrusting into you, curling against your sweet spot as she lowered her mouth to your clit. The sudden stimulation caused your back to arch as her hand trailed up your stomach, reaching to cup your breast.

You clenched the duvet in your fist, your other hand resting gently in her hair as you breathed an elongated groan of, “Fuckk, Emily!”

Your gasps and moans filled the air, her tongue gradually getting faster as she circled your clit. Your head was thrown back, you couldn’t bring yourself to look down knowing you’d likely fall apart at the sight of her head between your legs. She gently rolled your nipple between her thumb and forefinger, pulling another groan from you.

“So needy for mommy, aren’t you?” she whispered breathily, her voice was soft and sweet as if she was still seducing you. You felt your heartbeat flutter in your chest at the sound of her voice, your face flushed red.

“Yes!” you cried out sharply, your hand flying to grasp hers resting on your chest as she intertwined your fingers.

You could feel your muscles tensing as your orgasm built up, your thighs twitching as her movements became more fervent. Her hand gripped yours tightly, almost affectionately, while the other plowed unrelentingly into you.

“Em-fuck, Emily, please, I’m so close,” you whimpered, feeling your nails dig into her skin slightly and clutching her hair a little harder than you intended. She sucked the sensitive bud of your clit between her lips, eliciting another moan of pleasure.

“Look at me.”

Your chin dropped to your chest, your eyes meeting wide brown orbs staring up at you expectantly, just waiting to watch you unravel. And that was all it took to push you over the edge, a jolt exploding through your body as your muscles spasmed around her.

A string of half coherent expletives and pleas along with several gasps and moans tumbled from your lips. Your hips began grinding against her mindlessly, chest heaving dramatically with erratic breaths as your orgasm rippled throughout you entirely.

Her eyes never left yours as you struggled between looking at her and allowing your eyes and head to roll back. Her tight clasp on your hand kept you grounded in reality as you rode out the high of your climax, gradually releasing her hair as your muscles began to relax and she slowed her fingers and tongue.

She crawled up your body, sucking your wetness from her fingers as you silently caught your breath. Your eyes were shut tightly as you had already began planning your exit strategy, trying to figure out how to push down the awkwardness you were already beginning to feel.

It was as if Emily could read your racing thoughts, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go. She tilted your head toward her by your chin, prompting you to open your eyes. The soft look on her face washed away the feelings of doubt that were quickly clouding your mind, a small smile beginning to tug the corners of your mouth.

She pressed her lips lightly along your jaw and the curve of your neck, mutters of praise and admiration sealed against your skin. Your hand found the back of her neck, your smile growing as her mouth trailed to your lips. She fell beside you, wrapping your body around hers and pressing your head against her chest.

You relaxed against her, a soft sigh escaping your lips as her finger traced light circles along your back. Your hands wandered innocently over different parts of her skin, familiarizing yourself with her body. The two of you laid like that for a while, no words needed, until Emily stirred. Untangling herself from you, she placed a kiss on your shoulder before standing up.

You held your breath, waiting for her to tell you to leave but to your surprise, she didn’t. “I’ll run a bath for you, you should stay with me tonight. Unless we get called in on a case, we won’t have to go into work,” she suggested as she rounded the bed.

She disappeared without another word, leaving you to mull over what she had said. You didn’t want to let her seemingly fond behavior to indulge the feelings you had for her. You shook the thoughts from your head, picking up the book that sat neatly on her bedside table to focus on something else.

“Late night reading?” Emily asked, emerging from the bathroom in a silky dark blue robe. Suddenly feeling very vulnerable, you shifted nervously as you placed the book back to its original place.

“Didn’t take you for a mystery reader, figured you’d get enough whodunnit at work.”

She laughed heartily, “I like being able to solve it half way through, I read twice as many books that way.”

“Oh, Emily Prentiss, the slacker,” you chuckled.

“So that’s what you’d call what I just did? Slacking?” she grabs your hips roughly, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

“Will that make you do it again?”

“No, you’ll have to say please if that’s what you want honey,” she tells you, laughing as she let go of you and you sat up with a pout.

“Oh, you are such a tease, Prentiss.”

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[shmolish]

AN: My parents walked into my room midway of me making this and asked me what I was doing- 😰 Um... enjoy?

Part 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/shmolish/746719597375504384/hi-read-your-um-possessive-shadow-milk-x-reader?source=share

Shadow Milk Cookie x GN! Reader

Oneshot (1/2)

Warnings: Suggestive scenes, marking, possessiveness, mild swearing. MINORS, DNI.

-Jealousy, jealousy-

You had been talking to someone new at the theater. They were naturally charming, and you couldn't help but laugh at their jokes, and smile at how they spoke.

He was obviously in love with you, but for some reason, you didn't notice.

Those hungry eyes should be obvious to anybody, though.

Little did you know, someone else had been watching the entire time.

A certain blue jester, gazing and silently hating from afar.

He knew he could make you laugh so much harder, smile so much wider... Make you feel so much better.

Surely you hadn't forgotten about him.. right?

If you did... he would just have to remind you.

You were finished talking to that person soon enough, and Shadow Milk took this as the perfect opportunity to reunite with you!

"Hello doll. Been having fun without me?" He had that normal smile on his face, like he always did. To any normal person, it would look like nothing was amiss...

But something was very wrong.. The fact that you were talking and smiling with somebody else. And the way he looked at you with those eyes- Shadow Milk Cookie absolutely despised it.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that." You would just smile awkwardly.

"Say... who exactly was he?" Shadow Milk would ask while taking your hand. He just started walking somewhere with you.

"Oh, just a guy I met today. He's pretty funny," you explained.

Shadow Milk nodded his head before quickly shoving both of you into a janitor closet.

"Ack, what are you-" Shadow Milk Cookie put a finger infront of your lips, promptly sushing you. His old smile was replaced with a more sinister and stern look.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He would take both of your hands and pin them above your head, and you could feel his breath on your neck as he moved closer to it.

"What is this for..?" You'd ask him, breath hitching as he sent butterfly kisses along the side of your neck.

"Doll, you're so oblivious that it hurts."

You could feel him begin to nip at the skin on your neck.

"You seriously didn't notice how he was looking at you?"

You would let out some quiet mewls before responding.

"I guess not-"

He bit down hard on your neck, to which you immediately whined at.

"Doll, you have to be quiet. I know you can take it~ And besides, you wouldn't want someone to hear us, right?" He would ask teasingly. You knew he had that shit-eating grin on his face.

You would shake your head and try your best to stay quiet.

"Struggling, are we? I don't see why. I've been much rougher with you before..."

He would continue sucking and biting at your neck, leaving you no time to rest.

"I guess it's entertaining though."

He moved his other free hand to slowly trail down your side, only stopping to be placed firmly around your waist. He pulled your bodies closer together, yet to him, it was never quiet close enough.

At this point, you were practically melted under his touch, and your legs were trembling.

He had told you time and time again to not be so loud... but it really couldn't be helped.

Purple and red bite marks were dotted all over you neck. There was no hiding all of them..

Shadow Milk would take his knee and nudge between your legs slightly.

"Dove, why don't we take this to the bedroom?

Fin ☆

Uh, if you guys want more, just request- 👀

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[sisitrip]

More Like Me, With You

Palate cleanser from some heavy. Don't know what this is, but it made me feel warm.

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Mickey’s key’s clatter against their door and Ian stretches on the couch, wiggling his toes in relief. Finally. A rare, full day apart from Mickey had reminded him of what it felt like to not have his husband at kissing distance.

What a shock. He’d hated it. 

He’s been askew in his skin all day and his mind sparked chaotic like so many pop rocks on a wet tongue. An empty apartment and being alone with his thoughts has never before, or now, been a good thing for him. 

Cold chapped and smiling, Mickey steps into the tropical heat of their apartment. Ian’s set up a trap house tailored to his husband’s tastes and he doesn’t feel guilty at all. The apartment was humidly redolent with dinner - a crock pot full of brisket, potatoes, and the veggie puree he’d snuck in. Cold beer was sitting in the refrigerator and various other items he knows Mickey loves are scattered around the apartment. He probably gets more out of doing these things for Mickey than Mickey does himself. It’s a poorly kept secret that he mainline’s Mickey’s happiness shamelessly.

“Ah fucking yesss,” Mickey hisses when he closes the door behind him and the warmth hits his face. “You’re getting all the blowjobs.”  

Ian laughs and drops his book on the coffee table. 

“That’s a pretty tall promise, husband.”

Mickey starts shedding his shoes and clothes as he walks over. 

“I mean that shit, husband. It’s jungle perfect in here,” Mickey says, finally stripped down to his boxers and tank top. He flops down onto Ian, pulling a laugh from him.

“We aim to please,” he chuckles, wrapping Mickey up in his arms. The cold clings stubbornly to his hair which makes Ian shiver in his own shorts and t-shirt. “How was it without me today?”

“You want a lie or the truth?” Mickey asks, burrowing. 

“The truth.”

“It sucked. Not the work, but the rig. That shit’s loud as fuck when you’re not in it.” 

Ian smiles and rubs Mickey between his shoulder blades. Loud is code for lonely. 

“Sorry I couldn’t be there. Lip rarely uses the emergency child care card.” 

Mickey snorts into his neck and hooks a leg over his thigh. 

“Fred, good?”

“Perfectly slobbery. He put applesauce in my hair.”

Mickey chuckles. “Fred put his favorite thing to eat on his favorite thing. That kid likes your hair as much as I do.” 

He hums and noses into Mickey’s hair, sniffing past the cold, smoke and city smells to find what he’s looking for. When he does, he inhales deeply. “Speaking of favorite things,” he murmurs and smiles when Mickey laughs.

“Fucking sniffer,” Mickey mumbles into his collar bone. “Repeat offender sniffer.” 

“Then stop being a human aromatherapy candle,” he teases, sniffing again. He stops when Mickey’s belly rumbles against his. 

“Tell me what you ate today and I better not hear Snickers once. Your last dentist appointment was a miracle.” 

“I had food.” Mickey shoves his hands under Ian’s back and hides his face. He can feel Mickey trying to cross his lying little fingers.

“Like?”

“Mountain Dew and a candy bar.” 

“What’d I say about the Snickers?” he faux gruffs. 

“I never said the word Snickers,” Mickey says with a sniff.

He grins, giving Mickey’s temple a peck. “You eat like a bachelor when I’m not around.”

“Then stop ditching me for Fred. He can’t even talk,” Mickey says, nipping his neck.

They lie quietly for a bit, listening to the muffled city sounds and wind pelting snow at their windows. Although the world is ordered now that he had Mickey close, he can’t quite let go of the discomfort he’d felt all day. It was like he wasn’t himself until Mickey was around. As a matter of fact, it’s been a long time since he’d thought about who he was without this soft, heaven-scented man in his arms.

“Mick?”

“Mmmm?”

“Did you feel like yourself today?”

Mickey makes a noise of confusion.

“Uh, kind of?”

“Explain please,” he says, stroking Mickey’s back.

“I mean, it’s having a routine, you know? If it gets out of whack, anyone would feel out of sorts or whatever.”

“Was it because I wasn’t there?” he asks softly.

Mickey pulls back, face comically sad. 

“My world caved in,” he begins, sober as a grave.

Ian flushes. Here it comes.

“I looked at the long devastation of the day and nearly gave up because you weren’t there.”

“Shut up,” he says, starting to laugh.

“When I thought the snow would drown me in the hole your absence made, I reached for a potion, nay!  An elixir.” Mickey bows his head solemnly. “Yes. A flagon of Mountain Dew. Without it, I might have perished.”

Ian’s laughing hard now. “You’re a dick.”

Mickey settles down, laughing too. 

“And you’re in your head again. Stop that shit. You’re Ian, and I’m Mickey even when we’re apart.” Mickey nuzzles into his neck. “But, truth? I feel more like me when we’re together.”

He kisses Mickey’s cheek. “Me too.” 

Mickey hums against his neck then stills when his stomach grumbles again. 

“Alright, are you ready to eat?” Ian asks, giving him a squeeze.

“Yeah.”

He makes as if to get up. “Come on then. I got brisket on.”

Mickey grumbles and sags his weight down fully, hiding his face in Ian’s shoulder.

“Wait a minute.”

“Why? Thought you were hungry.” 

“I am.”

“Then let me up so I can get us some food,” he laughs when Mickey doesn’t budge. “You need to eat, baby.”

Mickey kisses his neck and squeezes close.

“Need this more.”

He liquifies to absolute besotted goo, sliding his hands under Mickey’s tank and down into his shorts, squeezing softly. 

“You are several levels of sweet, Mickey Gallagher,” he whispers into his hair.

“It’s the Snickers,” Mickey mutters. 

Ian holds him tight, head and heart full of all the things that are completely true about Mickey, but would be brushed off by his husband as romantic nonsense. 

“Nope. The candy hasn’t got a damn thing to do with it,” he murmurs, accepting Mickey’s soft kiss.

“Yeah?” Mickey whispers. 

“Yeah.”

They curl into each other in the loving humidity of the life they’ve built together, needing nothing more than to be this close for a while. 

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[bubblegumnnebula]

Satoru Gojo : NSFW HC’s

if you are not 18+ please kindly fuck off

• Seduction - literally almost anything. but one thing that will always get him riled up is you wearing cute clothes. not even super girly outfits (although he’s not going complain in any way if you do dress like that) but like a baby blue silk pajama set. or a lemon yellow crop top with a sweetheart neckline and puff sleeves. god forbid you dress up for a formal occasion, you’re in for it. a strapless black bodycon dress that stops at your calves paired with strappy heels has Satoru foaming at his mouth and blood rushing to his cock. but nothing is quite as effective as you wearing his clothes. if you walk into the kitchen in the morning, sleepy yawns and wearing his tshirt, Satoru will have you bent over the kitchen island instantly, rutting into you like your cunt is his life source. on more than a few occasions, he’ll use that same tshirt to wipe you and the floor clean, his cum leaking from you and dripping. he’ll toss the shirt aside and carry you over his shoulder to the bedroom, for round two of course

• Worked Up - Satoru is initially super flirty and teasing when horny. he’ll toy with your body, running his hands across your waistline and nearly engulfs you with his entire body with an attempt to be close to you. he’ll kiss and suck on your neck, use his teeth to nip at your ears, and will dry rut his clothed cock against your ass. but, if you deny him long enough, Satoru Gojo will start getting desperate. he becomes whiny and pouty, begging you to let him sink his dick inside your heavenly hole with a breathless tone. he’ll palm at himself if you won’t touch him, moaning your name akin to a porn star. his cheeks gets all flushed and his stunning cerulean eyes are filled with precious tears, so so desperate for your touch, your body, anything. plz fuck him, he’s so cute

• Libido - after years and years of neglecting personal connection, Gojo will snap when you come into his life. at the beginning of your relationship, he barely had enough will to stay outside of you to allow you to work, or make food, or pee. most days consisted of you two having sex multiple times, only stopping when Satoru exhausted himself. it’s gotten much better since then, and you can exist without him pouncing on you, but you two still fuck once a day. unless you’re both busy, exhausted, or away from each other, his cock is going to be inside you at least once a day, and ideally he makes you cum at least two times. then again, he’s gotten horny on missions and simply teleported to your location, to fuck you fast and hard, only to return to said mission after you’re both satisfied

• Romantic - there has always been a healthy balance of fucking and making love with Satoru. sometimes your intimate times is filthy, him fucking you fast and hard until you gush across his lap, all while whispering dirty things into your ear: how your pussy was meant for him, how tight and wet you are around his cock, etc etc. but Satoru is a hopeless romantic, and when he’s feeling extra sentimental, he’ll take it slow and precise, gazing into your eyes with love and adoration on his face. during these times, there’s a chance he’ll bury his head into your neck or hair, an attempt to hide his tears that are threatening to spill from his waterline. you can hear his little sniffles those, so drag his face from you and look into his eyes while mouthing ‘I love you’ and he’ll cum so hard the tears fall

• Kinky - he’s a little kinky for sure, but you’re going to have to be the one to be extreme kinks into the bedroom. the most he’ll do is tie you up and blindfold you, choke you on occasion, and spanks you pretty much everytime you two fuck. he’ll edge the shit out of you as punishment and then overstimulate you to continue the punishment. Satoru would always 100% be into roleplay (especially boss/worker or student/mentor) but anything else you want will have to brought up by you. however, he’s down for pretty much anything. want to call him daddy? easy, done. he really likes it too. you want to him to call you mommy? not a problem, he finds he’s really into it. want him to ravish you in public? he nearly cums the moment he enters you, the thrill of being caught encouraging him. one thing he’s hesitant about is exhibitonism. Satoru Gojo is a jealous man, so even thinking about having someone lust after you fills him with anger and envy. however, if you’re insistent, he’ll agree, but only if the third party is someone both of you trust wholeheartedly. options for him are Shoko, Utahime (though it’s likely she’s never agree lmao) and Nanami. anyone else is gonna take lots and lots of convincing. even then, he still might say no.

• Experimenting - Satoru is so down for anything, as long as he gets to fuck you. new kinks and methods are fun for him (he’s a Sagittarius, he’s obviously gonna love trying new things) and keeps him excited (again, he’s a Sagittarius, he’s doesn’t want anything to get boring, especially your guys’s sex life)

• Favorite - Satoru’s absolute favorite thing about you during sex is your reactions. your sounds, your expressions, the way your legs tremble and your body shakes with pleasure. it’s like crack to him. he’s a giver, so bringing you pleasure brings him pleasure

• Toys - Gojo is a big fan of toys. there’s nothing like seeing you squirt on a loop when he holds a wand to your clit. he’ll have a variety of vibrators, especially if you’re someone who can’t cum without clitoral stimulation, and he has no qualms with fucking with his cock with some sort of vibrator against your clit. he feels the vibrations too, after all. he’ll even have some dildos, to fuck you with to punish you for being a brat. he won’t fuck you his cock, which is so much bigger and warmer, and fills you up better than any toy ever can. (psst, use a wand on his cock and he’ll be a whiny, subby mess that cums buckets and buckets)

• Position - his three favorite positions are missionary, cowgirl, and doggy. he’d jump off a cliff before he’s forced to choose just one position. he loves missionary because he can sees your expressions fully, so he knows when you’re feeling good and when you’re about to cum. he loves cowgirl because seeing you put in so much effort to pleasure him is so hot to him, plus he loves to watch your tits bounce. and he loves doggy because you are unbelievably tight from behind. he has to extra time to adjust to your tightness when he’s fucking you from behind, or else he’ll cum prematurely

• Another - we touched on this earlier, but Satoru is hesitant to bring in the third party (cause he get jealous easily, he gets all pouty and whiny it’s adorable) It would have to be someone both of you trust, so your options are limited. Shoko, because Shoko’s a hoe (complimentary) and is dtf pretty much anyone. plus, it wouldn’t be the first time Shoko has joined Gojo in explicit activities. Utahime, because she’s pretty and extremely loyal, and watching you two together would be something he finds extremely hot (however, it would take a lot of convincing from you, because if she hears about the idea from Satoru, she’d assume he’s pranking her and slap him) and Nanami, because Gojo has always had a tiny itty bitty crush on Nanami since he was a second year and Nanami was a first year (idk Satoru finds him alluring and mysterious, and those traits always have been attractive to Satoru)

• Locations - anywhere is fair game. his favorites include the bedroom obvi, the shower, the kitchen counter, and his office. he’ll definitely fuck you at the school too, but would never fuck you on one of his students’ desks, he thinks that’s icky

• Sounds - Satoru loves the sounds you make, so his goals is to make you as loud as possible. if your throat ain’t sore after your comedown, he’s disappointed. but Satoru himself is loud as fuck. he, on multiple occasions, has gotten noise complaints, despite residing in a penthouse. yes, even his downstairs neighbors have heard him, he’s so damn loud. he does all of the above - moans, groans, whines, growls screams. he groans breathily when he first enters you, but because a whiny, moaning mess when he’s close to cumming. he calls your name on a loop and describes vividly how good you make him feel. during sex, Satoru is never quiet. he’s either dirty talking you or moaning. he won’t shut tf up when he’s having sex, it’s quite impressive honestly

• Aftercare - Satoru becomes a baby after sex. he’s cuddly and clingy, and will become pouty of you choose to leave him to clean up. Satoru will very quickly become sleepy, and would prefer to fall asleep asap, but you needed the aftercare, he would force himself to help you. he’ll clean you up with wet wipes or a warm wash cloth, get you water, and if you feel gross, will shower or bathe with you. if you choose to bathe, however, expect him to fall asleep in the bath. you’ll have to wake him up in order to bring him to bed lol. he’s do those basic things, but ask him to make you food or to pick up something and he’ll act like you attacked his family name lmao. he’ll get snacks or order delivery if you’re hungry, but don’t ask him to make you a meal or drive to a restaurant for take out bc he’s sleeeeepy and just wants to close his eyes, plz you’re tutoring him! but without a doubt, he always makes sure you’re good after sex. he’ll always ask if you’re alright and will tell you over and over again that he loves you. if you’re feeling insecure, he’ll sleepily tell you all the things he loves about you, and yaps about your future together, ie; your future wedding, house, possibility of children if that’s what you want. he does demand head pats and hair stroking, so make sure to give him that or he’ll be a grumpy baby

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

LoverMan

Requested?: No/Yes

Notes: I genuinely hate how this turned out but eh

I'm Mister Loverman…

You were woken up abruptly by flashing lights, a snap of a camera as you groaned, opening your eyes as they fought to close again.

You only kept them open as you heard Bills giggle. A corner of your mouth fought to smile as you looked up, riddled with sleep but hearing your boyfriends joy made you curious.

"What are you doing…?" You mumbled, rubbing your eyes and stretching your arm over your head as Bill was sitting up, camera in hand.

"Nothing." Bill denied, but the smile on his face gave him away.

So did another flash of the camera, capturing a picture of us looking up at him with a beautiful and amused smile on your face making you look just right.

"You're so weird." You laughed, covering the camera lens with your hand as you leaned up towards him to try and capture a kiss.

"But I'm just the most perfect boyfriend ever, huh?" Bill teased, smirking as he leaned his face close to yours as you laughed.

You wrapped an arm around his neck as he smiled, hiding into your neck as he kissed onto the soft skin.

"Yeah, yeah, my perfect little loverman." You mumbled and raked your fingers through his hair. Bill heard the smile as he hummed, playfully nipping at your jaw.

"Mhmm? LoverMan? I like it…" Bill said, getting a smile from you as he nestled into your side, leaving the photo of his lover on the nightstand.

And I miss my lover, man…

Bill had lost his breath, sitting on the floor of his hotel room, back against the bed as he got the news with the phone still against his ear.

He got the call an hour ago.

But moving made it feel like it wasn't real.

But it was real. You were dead

The realization hit finally, Bill's phone slipped from his fingers, hitting the floor as the tears welled.

Bill breathes heavily, sobbing violently suddenly, sobs wracking through his form as he struggles to stand.

He looked around the room with blurred eyes at the now cleaned room. He put your stuff away, moving it from where you left it.

What was meant to be a little surprise for you having not to clean now made him sick.

He erased the last little traces of you.

It didn't take long for grief to morph into something Bill couldn't explain, sobbing as he started trashing the place.

He threw stuff off the bed, sifting through it as almost looking for traces of you before he resorted to throwing shit at the walls.

"No, no, no, no!" Bill kept yelling out as he threw shit, destroying anything he could get his hands on in the moment to feel anything but the truth.

Next door was Tom, who came running quickly as he threw open the door to Bills, and previously, your room.

Tom had gotten the news barely, somehow not even being reached by anyone until not, and only heard his brother breaking things.

"Hey! Stop, Bill!" Tom yelled, stepping over broken chairs and glass and whatever Bill threw.

It was like Bill didn't hear him or see his brother coming at him, still throwing everything he could touch.

"Stop!" Tom said, grabbing Bill by his arms as he tried to break something else.

Bill was crying heavily, tears down his face as he sobbed over and over again.

Bill was taken to the floor, held by his brother by his arms as he cried, leaning onto his brother in the moment as he couldn't process that you were no longer there.

"They fucking died…I let them go and they died." Bill cried out, clawing onto Tom's jacket and sobbing as Tom did his best.

Tom kept his brother steady, tears in his own eyes as he griever the loss of you, a friend he had grown up with and would continue to grow, just without youm

"I know, Bill. Fuck, I know." Tom nodded, mumbling as he held his brother, face scrunched as he tried to be strong, but gave up on that soon after as he started crying with his brother.

Bill couldn't even look at Tom, forced to stare at the now broken glass, only to see a photo.

Bill cried even more as he saw your smiling face at him, encased in the only photo he had left of you.

Bill sobbed even more, grieving his lover he would now remember for longer then he had known.

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[the-kr8tor]

Hello! How are you??? I'm sorry in advance, I'm still figuring out how tumblr works.

There's a post by @undobutton that talks about an au where Hobie is a street musician. I think something Christmas themed would be really cute if you're interested in writing your own version. Totally up to you!

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I couldn't find their original post, special thanks to @undobutton, street musician au is credited to them. Thank you for requesting, lovely! Have a happy holidays 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader (except for their jacket), cw food mentions, some awkward flirting, Lovestruck! Hobie, FLUFF

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When Hobie volunteered for F.E.A.S.T he never thought he'd be freezing his balls off in the middle of a busy intersection. The Santa coat he's wearing doesn't help much with the biting cold, good thing they let him wear his leather jacket underneath the red fluffy coat.

To his dismay, the red bucket to his side has stayed half empty since his shift.

The only consolation to the cold is you. Like clockwork, you come sauntering out of the busy crowd during the rush hour, your smile a beacon of warmth from the chill. You don't know him nor he knows you, but you always come to him with a greeting, always bearing gifts of hot cocoa, soup or a pastry to warm his senses. It's not just the treats you give him but also the welcome conversation. It started off with a polite ‘hello’ and ‘thank you for doing this’ and then you exchanged names, before he knew it, you two were chatting away like old friends. Now you're not strangers anymore, there's a blooming friendship that could be more if you two manage to thaw out the cold awkwardness of conversing in a public space.

The snow nips at his fingertips as he strums the familiar Christmas tune for the umpteenth time on his well loved guitar since he volunteered last week. Hobie kept repeating to himself throughout the jingle ‘for the kids, I'm doin’ this for the kids’ he huffs, puffs of clouds escaping as a wave of pedestrians passes him by without donating.

As if you've sensed his emotions, you come walking out from the subway, your fluffy red coat almost matching Hobie's, and a stark contrast to the rushing crowd's greys and white. The people seem to part just for you, like the sea making way for you to cross. Or maybe that's what he's seeing as your straight face turns into a grin as you spot him in his usual place.

“Hi, Hobie” you're suddenly right in front of him, Hobie suddenly feels warmer. Peeking down at his bucket of donations, you wince. “Not a good day?”

He shakes himself awake. “Better now that you're here”

“Where in the world do you get your charm in this weather?” you feel warm, your hands are suddenly sweaty under your gloves.

“It just comes naturally.” He shrugs, his smirk turning you into mashed potato. “Nice jacket”

You laugh, a better sound than the loud honking of traffic he's been attacked with throughout his shift.

“Yeah, well it's almost Christmas so I gotta stay festive, you know” you lift your arms to the side a little bit awkwardly. After mentally facepalming yourself, you take your wallet out to take a crisp bill to put in the donation bucket.

“Thank you, F.E.A.S.T appreciates your donation” Hobie does his practice script, but for you there's more heart put into it.

“Also, I wanted to dress up like my new favourite person” you say a little quieter, bouncing on the balls of your feet nervously.

“Santa’s your favourite bloke?” Hobie looks like he's questioning your taste.

You blink before you let out the most glorious sound he's heard all day. “Yeah, Santa’s my favourite guy” you say sarcastically, “I mean just look at him and his magnificent white beard” laughing, Hobie’s eyes widened.

You're flirting with him, shit, he thought, wanting to punch himself for his stupid reply. Composing himself with a clear of his throat, hiding it behind a chuckle, Hobie puts his charisma to work.

“Well, Your new favourite bloke has a present for you”

“What is it?” Your face hurts from smiling too much, yet it doesn't waver.

“As our biggest benefactor, you get to spend a day with Santa himself at Feast” Maybe that wasn't his best work, but can you blame him when you're looking at him like a child during Christmas morning? He puts all the blame on the cold for making his brain all foggy.

“Only if you want to that is” Hobie tries to save himself the embarrassment.

His awkward way of asking you out made you all the more fancy him, you're a goner. “I would love to, Hobie” you're sweating under all your layers.

He feels like his chest was caving in and your answer was the only thing that could hold it up. Hobie beams, a little too excited to exchange numbers with you.

In truth, you know there isn't some prize for the biggest donation, you weren't even close to the largest benefactor. Maybe that'll be a nice ice breaker for you when you finally go on a date with Santa.

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[strawb3rrystar]

Genshin Men + Feminization

Pairing(s): Gorou, Wanderer, Thoma, Venti x GN! Reader

Warnings: Panties, Oral (M! Receiving), Master/Pet dynamic [Gorou] Lingerie, Nipple play, Humiliation [Wanderer] Maid outfit, Pet names (Sweetheart, Princess) [Thoma] Maid outfit, Spanking, Abuse of power [Venti]

Word count: 800+

Gorou

"I-I'm so sorry master!" Gorou cried, hiding his face. You sighed, looking at his soaked panties.

"What did you do this time, Gorou?" You cross your arms.

"I started thinking about you while I was cleaning and I couldn't help but touch myself." You already knew the reason. You had walked in on him rubbing his cock through his panties, his pre-cum soaking through the fabric.

You clicked your tongue, thinking of a proper punishment. Though, he had only broken one of your rules; don't touch yourself when I'm not around. You gently rub his thigh, making him flinch.

"What are you doing, master?" He asked as your hands tugged at the hem of his panties.

"Lift." You reply. He lifts himself up, making it easier to slip the soiled panties off. His cock looked painfully hard, it was almost pitiful. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to the head of it.

"Mh-" He bit his lip, trying not to make too much noise. You kitten licked his slit, tasting his pre-cum on your tongue. Gorou lets out a breathy moan as you lick from the base to the pretty pink tip. One hand grabbed onto his thigh, while the other rested on his stomach.

"Master!" He moans, his cockhead hits the back of your throat. Hallowing your cheeks, you began to suck his cock. Making Gorou drool, his tail wagging.

"Please, please, please." He begs, knowing how cruel you can get. Gorou indistinctively grabs your head, pushing it all the way down as he came. His cum spilled down your throat as your nose pressed against his pelvis.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry." He said, watching you spit out the remanding cum in your hand.

"It's okay, we're just getting started."

Wanderer

"I hate you," He grumbles as your camera flashes.

"Mhm, now can you do a twirl?" He spins around, giving you a nice view of his ass.

"Perfect," You set your camera down on the nightstand. Your boyfriend sat on the bed beside you in frilly pink lingerie.

"Do I get a reward for putting up with your bullying?" He asks, running his hand up your stomach.

"Please, like you don't bully me constantly. But, fine. What do you want?" You respond, rolling your eyes. He pulls up your shirt till your chest was exposed, immediately latching onto your right nipple.

"So you don't want something for yourself?" You tilt your head. He hums, continuing to suck on your now puffy nipple, pinching the other. You run your fingers through his hair.

"My pretty little slut, huh?" He grumbled, biting onto your other nipple.

"Hey! You were the one who agreed to wear the lingerie and let me take pictures, don't get all pissy now." You pinch his ear.

"Fuck you." He says before attacking your lips.

Thoma

"Why do you want me to wear this again?" Thoma asks, lifting up the skirt a little.

"Because it makes you look more manly, sweetheart." You chuckle, making grabby hands.

"Come here," He walks up to you, his hips swaying a little. Thoma kneels, pressing his face into your knee.

"My pretty little princess," You ruffle his headband-less hair, making him smile.

"I love you so much," He kisses your thigh.

"I love you more~" You respond in a sing-song voice. He nips your squishy flesh, making you yelp.

"You can love me more than I love you," He grins as you huff.

"Prove it," He stands up with a serious look. "Is that an order?"

"Indeed it is you slutty maid" You smirk, nodding your head.

"I'll show you who's a slut," He pins you to the bed.

Venti

"Please..." He whines, looking dazed out of his mind, without a drop of alcohol.

"Please, what?" You tug his thigh-high, making it snap against him. Venti doesn't respond, instead, he just shifts in his maid dress.

"Archons, you're a terrible maid." You slap his ass, making him yelp.

"Can't follow a simple order," Another slap.

"Mewling like a slut from getting spanked," He chokes back a moan with this one.

"No wonder you were cut off," You snap, tugging on his hair.

"Look at you now. Once a sought-after archon to nothing but a lowly maid." He whimpers, looking at you.

"Master Diluc was kind enough to let you off the hook with your ever-growing tab. But, I'm not Diluc, now am I?" You slap his ass again.

"N-no, you're not" He finally speaks.

"Oh, so you can talk?" You chuckle, shoving him off your lap. He lands on the ground with a yelp.

"Good, you'll need your voice for tomorrow anyways." You clasp your hands together and walk out of the room.

The summer event quest made my heart melt Also I really want to see that director guy in Fontaine.

Taglist -> @cafekitsune (Go support, all of the dividers are made by them)

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[mitsuyaya]

[ The most jealous man I know ] hayakawa aki

♡ contains: 1k+ words. MDNI, smut, jealous aki, pwp, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, kissing/making out, brief fingering, brief degradation, pet names (angel, baby)

♡ summary: you never thought that aki is capable of being jealous until tonight that is.

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despite being in a relationship for how many years with aki, this must probably be the first time you ever see him act this way, this furious, jealous.

“it’s really not what you think” you tried to reason with him, to lessen the anger radiating off his body but he didn't respond, still unmoving from his position at the side of the bed. at this point you're starting to lose your temper, patience gradually vanishing from your body.

“I don't get why you're so angry, we were just having a normal con-” your words were cut off when aki pushes you down to the bed, lowers himself on top of you while caging you in between his muscular arms “you know that isn't the first time I find you with another man tonight.”

“what do you mean?” you tried to push him off but it's futile, his hold on you only tightens the more you try. “you were flirting with that damn old geezer”

you shake your head, anger starts to crackle from inside you “you mean kishibe? I wasn't flirting with him! i'm just asking him about you!” aki freezes, for a moment you thought he'll loosen his hold on you but he doesn't, his expression morphed into something else, something ominous.

“yet you still act all chummy and shit with him” you were about to retort when he leans down and captures your lips in an aggressive kiss, heated, contrary to all of his kisses before. he bites your lower lip, not hard enough to draw blood but enough for him to make you open your mouth and push his tongue inside.

without breaking the kiss, aki removes his grip on your wrist, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pants, tugging it along with your panties, and tossing it somewhere within the bedroom floor. aki pulls back first, removing the remaining articles of clothing from you and throwing it where your other clothes are.

“look at you” he stares down at you, bare skin glistening under the ceiling light, eyes glazed over, already shaking from excitement when all he's done is to kiss you. “what a slut”

aki places a kiss on the side of your mouth, moving into your neck as you feel his warm, wet tongue drag up the column of your throat, moving even further he kisses your bare stomach, nipping and sucking at your soft skin until a blueish-purple mark blossoms.

“don’t tease, p-please” you whined, fuck you look so pretty like this, he might just keep you for himself. aki couldn't control himself anymore, the tent in his pants becoming more painful as he looked at you. so with a swift movement, he takes off his shirt, pants and underwear.

aki positions himself at your entrance, not entering fully. he spits on your cunt, dripping down into your folds, thumb pressing hard on your aching clit, it's so unexpected that you arch your back, moaning loudly. it sounds heavenly, feels like he could get lost just listening to your angelic moans.

aki continues to work his fingers, sliding two and then plunging it inside, the sensation is so intense that you can't control your voice, loud whines and moans echoing into your ears, embarrassed you put a hand over your mouth.

“don’t do that” aki pushes your hand away, trapping both of your hands as he lowers himself again. “don’t hide your pretty moans from me.” nodding at his command, aki removes his hand from yours, wrapping it around his cock as he gives it a few lazy pumps.

aki kisses you again, a bit gentler this time, he keeps his lips rested against yours as he pushes inside you. despite prepping you, he wasn't able to push inside with ease—it’s a slow, almost painful experience. you move your mouth to his shoulder as he makes gentle progress.

when he's buried into the hilt, you drop your head back into the pillows, the discomfort and pain from earlier shifts into pleasure. aki slowly pulls out, groaning as he pushes inside again with a bit more force this time.

“fuck, so tight angel” he exhales sharply, the ends of his hair falls over your shoulder, tickling your skin. the lewd sound of skin slapping, whines and grunts filled the room, urging him to go even deeper, even faster.

“aki–ngh fuck more” you lift your hips, trying to meet his thrust, aki could only smirk as he shoves his cock deeper, giving you just what you wanted.

god, he's beautiful. the muscles in his arms flex with each roll of his hips, the sweat beading into the side of his face only makes it even hotter.

“shit” he curses, pulling all the way out “this pussy is mine yeah?” only for him to push it even deeper, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside of you that it made you see stars. you can only nod dumbly, his words were nothing more than incoherent noises as he fucks you good, impales you even deeper on his thick cock.

“n-ngh, g-gonna cum please” you moaned, aki slides a thumb over your clit, putting enough pressure that it sends such an intense jolt over your whole body.

“yeah? then do it, cum. cum all over my cock baby” you let out a bunch of ‘thank yous’, aki leans down to meet your mouth in a frantic kiss, swallowing your moans while you release all over his dick.

you're still trembling beneath his touch when he thrusts into you again, the waves of your orgasm still rolling through your system when he lifts up onto his knees and grabs your waist, pulling you to meet each thrust.

with a few more thrust, aki’s cock twitches between your warm, tight walls, ribbons of cum spurting your insides, mixing with yours, staining the sheets beneath you. he tenses up and drops his weight on you.

“i’m sorry” he groans, “I got carried away.” then he's kissing you, intense kisses at first until it grows sweeter, softer, slower — different from his kiss earlier.

“i’m really sorry, it's just that” you cut him off, cupping his face between your palms “let's talk about it later, yeah?” aki nods, his eyes no longer hold the same expression as a few moments ago.

you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer to you, aki places one final kiss into your nose as the room dwindled into silence.

#🍫. triple treat #⛈️. storm out #csm x reader #csm smut #chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man x reader #aki x reader #aki smut #hayakawa aki x reader #hayakawa aki smut

[ametrictonofaudacity]

Empty Roads

Platonic! Yandere! Trevor x Shapeshifter!Selectively Mute! Reader

Hey!! I wanted to get into non DC yandere works, and decided to cut my teeth on some platonic yandere Castlevania since there’s a criminal lack.

Warnings: swearing, obsession, overprotectiveness, reader has selective mutism and trauma, and violence! One shot is written from the yanderes POV

He finds you on the side of the road.

Or rather, you find him. You trail after him, eyes sharp and wary, and he wonders how hungry you must be to follow a stranger even as he keeps a hand on his short sword. Trevor wouldn’t be much of a Belmont if he somehow managed to get mugged by a half-starved kid on the road. Well, he wasn’t much of one currently, but he liked to think he had a few ancestors that didn’t think he was a total fucking disappointment.

He makes camp for the night even as he keeps a sharp eye on you, and when you don’t approach, gets the fire going. With demons wandering the lands, and animals, the glow of the fire would scare off the stupider night creatures.

It does not scare you off, and that night, Trevor leaves a bit of rabbit on a rock for you to eat. It’s a stupid fucking idea, feeding you could invite all sorts of dangerous shit into his life, but he does it anyways. And you clearly appreciate it, because you leave him the fuck alone during the days, and trail after, a silent observer with a hungry gaze.

Eventually, you start getting closer and closer to the fire. Eventually, you trust him enough to allow him within arms reach. Eventually, he starts hunting for two when he can, and when he goes into town, buys enough food to last you both.

And Trevor can’t place when he stopped viewing you as the creature that followed him every night and started viewing you as a kid. His kid. Well, maybe not his kid. You were a kid, and he looked out for you, and he knew damn well you’d seen too much shit but didn’t know enough about the, but he had no idea how to even begin to explain how important it was to keep you safe.

Maybe it’s when he realizes you can’t speak. Or that you can, but don’t. And even without that, you both learn to communicate. Gestures, looks, sign language, it all becomes an important part of the night. Trevor can’t read, side effect of being homeless since thirteen, and you can’t write, so coming up with new gestures for new words, or even going over old ones, was always an exercise in patience. Which Trevor knew was not something he had a lot of.

Maybe he changes his mind the first time you sat next to him by the fire. You’d been completely silent, but far from still, fidgety and pent up, and when he had passed you your plate, wound tight as a spring. Eventually, you had relaxed, and Trevor had been stuck keeping watch all night as you slept as a cat, tail curled around your body.

He didn’t really know when he changed his mind about you. He did know that he would be damned before he let anything happen to you though.

“Hop on. We’re going into town in about a mile, and I don’t want anyone seeing you.” He grunts, motioning to the thick fur on the lining of his coat, and even though you huff in offense, you shift into one of you smaller forms, the white fur blending seamlessly and nearly totally indistinguishable.

“Next time pick something other than a ferret. Don’t want you getting turned into some fucker’s coat.” He mutters, and there’s a sharp nip to his shoulder, and he jolts. You were a cheeky little fucker.

“Do that again and I’m throwing you.” He mutters, and he feels you shift, black eyes peeking out from under the coat curiously. That was one thing he couldn’t stand about you. You had seemingly no fucking self-preservation.

“Get back in the cloak, idiot. The whole reason we do that is so you can hide.” He hisses, and you literally hiss, ears pinned back as you glare angrily at him. “Don’t fucking take the tone with me, this is for your fucking safety.”

The walls of the city are in view now, and he feels his stomach drop when he sees the top of a massive cathedral where there didn’t used to be one.

“Oh fuck. Stay in the cloak.” For once, you don’t argue. In fact, you keep yourself perfectly hidden in the fur of the cloak, small body trembling

He moves quietly through the city, and every step he takes, he feels his stomach drop more and more. The Church was everywhere, and he can tell you know too, because you are perfectly still and silent, something he knew you hated.

The inn is nearly empty, though, and if that isn’t one of the few fucking miracles God would grant him, he doesn’t know what was.

“One of your rooms please.” He flicks a coin to the innkeep, who grunts, sliding him the key. For a second, he’s surprised at the lack of recognition in the man’s eyes, before he decides it was more likely he did recognize Trevor and simply didn’t give a shit. Hard to care about some random stranger being ex-communicated when your inn had no one fucking in it.

The door to the room is creaky, barely locks, and Trevor makes a note to fix that before you both go to bed. Maybe throw a chair in front of it incase the inn keep was an easy sell out.

“There we fucking go. Hop down.” You do quickly, shaking yourself, and it’s always so fucking weird to see you shape shift that it almost takes him off guard. One moment, there’s a cream and white ferret, and the next, there’s a kid.

“The Church didn’t used to be here?” You sign, or he figures you did. It looked about right.

“Nah, this is all new. We aren’t staying long, just long enough to restock and get to the next God-fearing hellhole in Wallachia.” He rolls his eyes, and you nod. “Speaking of which, tomorrow we go in and get supplies. I want you in one of your smaller forms, the ones you can use to hide pretty easy.”

You scowl, and he sighs, readying himself for an argument.

“You don’t have to take me everywhere, you know. I can help, so we can leave faster.”

“No. I’m not letting you out of my sight, especially not with the Church so far up our asses right now.” He grumbles, and motions to the adjoining room. “Now drop it and get clean so I can bathe, go on.”

He all but shoved you into the bathroom, and even though you look far from ready to drop the argument, you let him, scowling. You weren’t exactly one to turn down a chance for a hot bath.

He takes the opportunity to check his pack, and more importantly, that the small necklace he had gotten from a witch was still inside.

It gleams, silver and inconspicuous, in his hand, the chain delicate and small. It looks like it could be a family heirloom of some sort, the kind that were passed down from mother to daughter and father to son, cared for through the generations. If it wasn’t for the barely there warmth of the metal and the hum of magic against his hand, he would never know that it was enchanted.

He tightens his grip on the necklace. He hasn’t had to use it yet, and he didn’t plan to, but if he had to, he would.

He tucks it away before you get out of the bathroom, hair dripping wet and in clean clothes. With the dirt and mud from traveling gone, you look younger than you are, and Trevor can’t resist the urge to ruffle the wet locks, at which you shove at him.

“I just got clean! Go wash!”

You’re scowling, and he laughs, slipping past you into bathe.

By the time he’s out of the bath, you’ve curled up on the bed contently, nibbling on a bit of goat jerky.

“You know that was for the road, right? Now I’ve got to buy more.” He huffs, falling onto the bed with a grumble. You snort. “Just because I was going to buy more anyways, doesn’t mean to eat all our shit.”

You put the rest away, and there’s a moment where he nearly thinks you’re going to discover the necklace, his heart stopping in dread, but you don’t. Not that you would know what it does. He had gotten it in the early days of knowing you, given to him by a witch who claimed it could hold a shape-shifter in one form. You had refused to go into towns then, so he had come back with it and never spoken a damn word about it.

“I want you to start using your human form more, kid. You’re a damn cat half the time.” He huffs, and while he can’t see you’re face, curled away from him the way you were, he can tell you aren’t pleased. He can sort of understand it, even if he didn’t like it. Keeping you to one form would be going against your nature. It’d be like asking a vampire to not kill or a Belmont to not hunt monsters.

You don’t say anything.

“Kid, I’m serious. It’s dangerous enough traveling with me, I want you to learn how to fight, and to do that, you’ve got to be human, ya brat. We’re not going to advertise that you can shape shift, I don’t want the Church catching wind.”

At that, you turn over, eyes narrowed and harsh.

“Why can’t I just stay hidden in towns? I’ve helped before like that.”

“It’s not about whether you can help, damn it, I just- listen, you’re already traveling with me, which is dangerous enough. I’m ex-communicated. I don’t want more targets on your back, and people are eventually going to put it together.” He snaps, and he feels his temper rises, hot and angry and ready to fight, and he forces himself to breath for a second before he speaks. Scaring you was alarmingly easy, even if you had eventually gotten used to how rough he was around the edges, and he didn’t want to set back that progress.

“Word is going to travel that I’m traveling with someone, whether we like it or not. I’d prefer they not know you’re a fucking shapeshifter.”

You glare, but finally, nod, turning over so your back was to him.

Trevor sighs.

Another day without having to use the necklace was a win for him, even if you were pissed off. You knew as well as he did that he was the safest traveling companion you could find, for the time being, and he knew you well enough to know you wouldn’t brave the wilds on your own.

“Night, kid. Get some sleep.” You don’t respond, not even with the goodnight hum you usually did, and Trevor sighs, pulling his cloak around him. You had curled under the covers earlier, so you were plenty warm.

You slip into sleep first, like you always did, and when he follows, it’s with the knowledge that if anything were to happen, he would be ready to wake and defend the both of you.

#yandere castlevania #platonic yandere Castlevania #platonic yandere x reader #yandere Trevor Belmont

[bellaramseysgf]

Little Princess (S.B)

Warning(s); Attachment issues,public daddy kink,soft pure fluff,Remus kinda being mean,little bit of angst,mentions of age regression,brief mention of abandonment,protective Siri <3

Pairing(s); Sirius Black x crybaby! Girlfriend! Reader.

Summary; Remus makes fun of how clingy you are with Sirius not realizing why that is.

A/n; doing gods work.

You were laid in the common room Sirius’ large figure taking up the love seat while you laid on top of him. Your fingers braided up his hair weaving the strands together while he laid reading a book. His hand ran up and down your back in smooth comforting strokes helping you come down from your stressful day.

The common room was suddenly filled with yelling and you peaked over to couch to see James and remus arguing. “They’re going at it again, daddy” you said and he shrugs “they need to just fuck and get over all this bullshit” you giggled. “So sex solves problems?” “Yes it solves many problems. Not for us though, I like talking with you too much” you smiled and dropped your head back to his chest.

Eventually the two boys walked around the couch and plopped into separate arm chairs. “Pads, Moons’ is being mean.” James pouted. “Mean? What do you mean mean! You can’t-” Sirius shoots him a look and he finally stops. “Just fuck it out for Merlin’s sake. Fucking loud as shit” he grumbled. You smiled nipping at his jaw making him smile in return.

He patted your back “alright, I gotta piss, love get up” you whined in response and he looked down at you. “I’m just going upstairs baby,I’ll be right back. I promise” you shook your head and clung to him tighter “you can’t come with me this time honey, cmon up we go” you whine when he sits up lifting you off him. “Noooo! Daddy!” You wrap your arms around his hips and cling tightly.

“Princess, I’ll be right back, I promise. Cross my heart pretty girl.” Your lip wobbled but you let him go getting head pats in return. You sit back on your legs you butt resting on your feet as you fiddled with your fingers anxiously. “He was just going to the bathroom are you that needy?” Remus asked and you looked up at him. “Well, I just I miss him when he’s not next to me” “phew you’d get on my nerves hanging all over me like that.” Remus added.

“I think it’s sweet!” James defended but you start to chew on your lip. “I…I don’t annoy him” you mumble warm tears pricking your eyes. “You have to? The Man can’t even pee without you whining about it! It’s ridiculous” “Moony I think….” James interjected. “What? He won’t say it. She need to hear it. You’re constantly clinging to him it annoys him.” “Remus!” James yelled and you hiccuped, tears running down your cheeks.

“Sorry…” you whimpered and got up running towards the common room entrance. “Princess where are you-” you ignored him leaving and he snapped his head to his friends “what the fuck did you say to her?” He snapped out. “What? It’s just the truth and she’s being a baby” Sirius glared at Remus. “You don’t understand what the girls been through. You’re inconsiderate asshole” Sirius huffed out. “Just because you’re pissed at your boyfriend doesn’t mean you can yell at my girlfriend! Fuck you! I outta punch you for that.” Sirius grabbed your blanket and left to look for you.

He found you sat right outside the common room crying just as hard as he thought. “Come here princess” he lifted you up, hiding your face in your neck as your body racked with more hiccups and sobs. “It’s alright, I’m sorry baby. Daddy left you with that meanie I’m sorry.” He draped your fuzzy blanket over you tucking it around you. Sirius held you close and peppered kisses on your face and head until he could get you calm enough to speak.

“You okay princess?” You nodded using your sleeve to rub away left over snot from your nose. “Do I annoy you? Being so clingy?” Sirius shook his head immediately “no! Not at all! I love it. I love getting to have my baby next to me all the time” you sniffled “Remmy said it annoyed you” sirius patted your back gently.

“Well, it did at first. I’m not used to this kind of affection and it took getting used to. Now that I know why you love being attached to me I love for you to be.” He kissed your forehead. “You don’t annoy me baby. I love being here, next to you, breathing in sync,kissing you whenever I want, pinching your cute little bum when you walk away” you smiled and took a deep,shaky breath. “Easy poppet, easy.” He rubbed your back and you laid into his chest.

“Wanna go back inside?” You shook your head “don’t wanna be around Remmy he’s a jerk face.” Sirius laughed at your version of a insult. “Princess, that’s not very nice to say about your friend” you let out a small ‘hmph’ and he pecked your cheek. “Cmon, I’m sure he will want to apologize” “….you won’t leave?” Sirius shook his head.

With a arm wrapped around your back making sure to hold your blanket to you he carried you back into the common room. Sirius eyed remus who cleared his throat “y/n, love I’m sorry I was mean to you” you didn’t say anything, not even bothering to lift your head from Sirius’ chest. “I was mad with Prongs and I shouldn’t have taken that out on you. I’m sorry” you sniffled and shrugged.

“What can I do to make you forgive me?” “Will you buy me a sucker at hogs this weekend?” Remus smiled “of course I will.” “All’s forgiven” Remus chuckled at your childish antics. You rubbed at your eyes sighing as Sirius went back to his book, you went back to braiding his hair.

#fem reader #sirius black fluff #sirius black #sirius black x female reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x reader #sirius x you #marauders era

[poetryandfluffycats]

Hii.. can i request a nsfw tsukasa x fem reader? He looks so hot in the new climax event card

A/N: very mildly based off of another fic I did(Confessions) but you don't need to read that to understand this. enjoy!

Pairing: Tsukasa Suou x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, public intimacy(in a locker room shower), making out, knee riding if you squint, fingering, princess used as petname, getting walked in on, small amount of Leo screentime

Content: Being with Tsukasa is great, and you love him very much, but the amount of attention put on you by the media? Not great. Not only was it insanely annoying, it also made it hard to engage in... private matters.

Words: 838

NSFW oneshot under cut!

My Princess~

A few weeks in, and you were pretty sure the whole school had caught on to your relationship with Tsukasa. The media had been going insane, printing and plastering stolen moments between the two of you on every website and magazine they could get their hands on, each headline more explicit than the last. You couldn't even hold hands without the paparazzi jumping you. And that was all fine, you could deal with that much. There was just one small, tiny, micro-sized problem.

All the attention was making it extremely hard to get laid.

Sure, the two of you had kissed and cuddled plenty of times, which was fine, you weren't an animal, but you were only human! A human who had been on a very long dry spell even before you had met him. Your body was screaming at you each time you got close to him, urging you to go further and further. But there was always someone around to interrupt you, whether it was another member of Knights or some nosy stranger.

Which was how you ended up in this predicament, pressed up against the steamy wall of one of the showers in the locker room, the water on full blast and Tsukasas tongue shoved down your throat. You weren't quite sure exactly how it had started, all you could remember was that he had gone a bit too fair with one of his silly prince acts and your hormones got the better of you. Which in your opinion, wasn't so bad.

Tsukasa pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily as he looked over your form-which was only covered by the tiniest thong and matching bra you owned. Though, he wasn't doing at great job at being modest either, having stripped down to his boxers that did very little to hide his growing boner "(name)... are you sure you want to do this?"

"Please, Kasa~" You groaned, grabbing onto his shoulders and pulling him back onto your mouth. He eagerly got back to work, kissing and sucking on your lips so hard you were sure there would be bruises in the morning. His hands trailed up and down your body, squeezing and groping every inch he could grab onto. You moaned into his mouth as his finger brushed against your hardened nipples, allowing him further access into your mouth.

He brought his knee in between your legs, pressing it hard against your clothed heat. The feeling caused you to let out a high-pitched whimper, throwing your head back and giving Tsukasa the perfect opportunity to latch onto your neck-sucking and biting at the delicate flesh.

"Does that feel good, my princess?" He murmured between kisses. "Tell me what you want, I'll do anything for you"

You bit down hard on your bottom lip as he rubbed his knee in circles over your clothed clit, trying to muffle the porn star level moans that threatened to escape your throat. "M-more! Please... I want..."

Unable to get the words out, you instead grabbed one of his hands, guiding it down your body and onto your soaking panties. A sly smile appeared on his face as he got the hint, softly caressing the damp fabric.

"So wet already... I should help you out with that, huh?" He purred, giving your neck a teasing nip before dipping his fingers past the barrier of your panties. He paused for a second as he took in just how soaked you were, the creamy liquid dripping onto his hand. "Holy s-shit, all for me? Your amazing"

You whined as he ran his finger up and down your slit, collecting your slick on his fingers and twirling it over your aching clit. His other hand made its way behind your back, swiftly unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the ground. Before you could react, he had already latched his hot mouth onto your right nipple, sucking at the bud like a starving baby. His thumb continued toying with your clit as he did so, rubbing the bundle of nerves in soft and gentle strokes. He pushed a digit past your hole, thrusting in and out at a pace just fast enough to make you see stars, but so slow it left you wanting much more.

"God, s'good!" You whined, tangling your hands in his red locs and pulling him impossibly closer. You were getting so close, all the tension from the past weeks building up inside your core, ready to be released at any second. Just a bit more, just a little more-

"Wahahhaha! Found you two-ACK! Dear god, my eyes!"

Just as one final thrust of Tsukasas fingers tipped you over the edge, the shower door was thrown open, revealing a once triumphant Leo turned competently traumatised by the scene in front of him.

Welp, so much for 'privacy' and 'finally having a moment to ourselves', with how Leo was, you were sure all of Knights would know about this in a matter of minutes.

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars oneshot #oneshot #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut #tsukasa x reader #tsukasa suou #tsukasa suou x reader #tsukasa smut #tsukasa suou smut #writers #writers on tumblr #knights x reader