#no rei can push further

[honoredalone]

pretty when you cry

live laugh lana del rey.

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ

all the pretty stars shine for you my love, am i that girl, that you dream of?

he’s dreamed of this, you above him, sitting on his long, hard cock. warm walls suffocating him, making him dizzy, his vision blurring.

“too big, ‘s too much.” you’re whining, shifting your position in his lap to adjust to his large length. he’s mesmerized by you. not just the way you take him, but by the way you praise him, the way you hold him, the way you kiss him and just the way you look at him. it has him in a chokehold. that being said when you’re riding him you have no ounce of control. he’ll guide your hips, bouncing you up and down, thrusting when he grows inpatient, anything.

“just a little more.” he rasps, lifting his hips, pushing himself in further, feet pushed into the plush mattress. “my good fucking girl, you’re so good to me.” he laughs when you whimper, the head of his cock brushing your spot making you rock your hips desperately attempting to cause some friction. “ah ah ah. gotta be patient pretty.” he grasps your hips tightly, the pressure making you let out a sob.

“i wanna- just.. please.” you said exasperated, fed up with his teasing. his hold on your hips becoming softer, his thumbs massaging your hips. his eyes admiring your body. marks covering your skin, red flush to your cheeks, lashes damp.

“please what, my angel?” he says teasingly, hand sliding down, finding your clit. it’s soaked in your arousal, smiling like a jackass when you gasp out another strangled sob when he pinches it, hard. “aw you’re so cute. so needy.” you open your mouth to respond then you make eye contact with him when he brings his fingers, still drenched in your juices, into his mouth. his eyes rolling to the back of his head at your taste, cock twitching and throbbing inside of you. “use your words.” he muses before spitting on his fingers and bringing them back down to your clit, rubbing roughly making your back arch, hips buck and moans falling from your lips.

“please-” you sigh as he slows his pace on your already sore spot. “please take care of me.” he smiles, sharp canines on display.

“all you had to do was ask pretty.” with no warning he retracts his fingers and grips both your thighs holding you down on him, thrusting his hips up with an excruciatingly fast pace. “such a pretty pussy on my pretty little bunny.” he groans, head falling back onto the pillow, continuing the fast pace he’s set. you moan nails scratching down chest to his abs making him spiral. “god you were made for me.” he says almost tearfully, you couldn’t really tell due to the sound of skin slapping skin, heavy breaths, small words and wet squelching.

because i’m pretty when i cry i’m pretty when i cry

he’s not one to cry, even during a sad moment, he keeps his tears in until he’s alone. no one can see him vulnerable, ever. he’s also never been one to cry during sex, usually, he’s the one making his partner cry. although, since being with you, crying while being inside of you has become a repeated occurrence. the first time you had sex with him, he started to sob as he pounded into you nearing his climax. after reaching his peak and cleaning up he laid in bed while you showered, he cringed at the thought of him crying while being inside of a women.

‘you’re such a baby.’ he thinks, when he is snapped back to reality by the spot beside him sinking down meaning you were next to him. “was i too rough with you?” he rolls onto his side to face you, looking into your eyes before they fall to your swollen pink lips.

“no, you were perfect.” you smile tiredly at him, scooting closer to him, cuddling into his warmth.

he never was one for post-sex cuddling, but there was something different about this. it was comfortable, it was soothing, he wanted it.

“it was sweet.” you said, when he moved a piece of hair from your eyes.

“what was sweet?” he asked warily, hoping you wouldn’t bring up his crying. despite his hope you did. “how is that sweet? it’s pathetic.” he whines moving to lay on his back, hands hiding his face, embarrassment coursing through his body.

“i just, i don’t know. i’m glad i made you feel good.” you said nervously, positioning yourself stomach down, head on his chest looking at his hidden face. “don’t be embarrassed, it was cute.”

“cute? that was cute to you?” he said sounding agitated and now even more embarrassed. being described as ‘cute’ is worse than telling him he’s weak. he doesn’t want to be cute.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to offend you.” you said now extremely nervous that you’d upset him, that any progress you’ve made with him now doesn’t matter. leaving your spot on his chest to now your back facing away from him, curled into yourself. trying to give him space so that he doesn’t feel more embarrassed with himself and annoyed with you.

he notices your change in behavior, now more aware that he had made you self-conscious. while he was embarrassed the last thing he’d want is to make you upset. you’ve only been dating for around 5 months but he’s sure that you’ll be his for the rest of eternity. “come here.” he said quietly, wrapping his arms around your waist, his strong arms lifting you effortlessly so you’re laying practically on top of him. he’s thought about it for the past few weeks.

‘what’s so different about you?’ it’s that when you’re together any moment spent together, you could be having a natural conversation but even if it’s completely silent, it’s comfortable. you guys don’t have to talk when you’re together. you know how to be together and just enjoy it without talking or touching. he allows himself to be vulnerable around you. he cries while fucking you and it’s so pretty.

i’m stronger than all my men, except for you

while he nears his high, his thrust become animalistic, his moans become louder and whinier, sobs and pleasure making him shake, body covered in sweat, fat tears falling down his face making his skin shine. he’s so pretty like this. “i’m close, i’m so close.” he cries, his cock throbbing almost painfully waiting for your permission to release. “please,” more cries falling from his pretty lips. “please let me-” he moans loudly, back arching, hips harshly thrusting into your heat. “i’m gonna-” a loud sob escapes his throat as he pushes the head of his cock as deep as he’s able to, his big hands gripping your thighs pushing them down onto the sides of his pelvis while he shoots his cum deep onto your warm walls.

you collapse onto his chest, his length still buried deep inside. his hands still gripping your thighs, chest rising and falling, sweat making your skin stick together. you lift your head looking at his red fucked-out face. you kiss his tear streaked cheeks, before lifting off of him. his and your own release dripping out of your hole, he watches the liquid fall onto the sheets as you struggle to move off of him.

“i love you.” he laughs at the irony. he never believed he’d fall in love, but when he looks at you he knows that this is what love should feel like.

“i love you so much.” you respond, before continuing with a small tease, “you’re pretty when you cry.” he shoots you a dirty look but nonetheless chuckles.

i’ll wait for you, babe it’s all i do, babe

satoru gojo, jean kirstein, tengen uzui, choso, oikawa tooru, ken kaneki, osamu miya and any of your favs of course <33

#jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojo smut #satoru gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #jjk anime #anime #oikawa smut #oikawa tooru #oikawa tōru #hq oikawa #haikyuu #aot #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein smut #jean attack on titan #attack on titan #snk x reader #snk anime #tengen smut #ken kaneki #osamu miya #tokyo ghoul #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #choso jujutsu kaisen

[willowser]

"touya, are you my dad?"

rei's house is quiet this late, only alive in the muted whir of ceiling fans and the rainbow of colors from the nightlight out in the hall. touya can just barely see the distant glow peeking under the gap of the door; soft greens and blues and purples.

all the air in the room seems to evaporate, and instead is replaced by that awful, muggy heat that builds up in touya's hairline and in the creases of his skin, everytime he hears that word: dad.

he's better at knowing how to act around kids than he expected to be. not in some parental sense, but the bits and pieces of touya the big brother are at work again, slow and old and creaking—but moving nonetheless.

touya's thankful for the quiet; whispering hides the tremor in his voice. when he turns to the little girl in the small bed lying beside him, all he sees is you, staring back in red and orange and yellow.

"what makes you ask that?"

the little girl shrugs, shuffles around to push still-wet hair out of her face as she snuggles deeper into her blankets. touya doesn't realize he's holding his breath until she finally elaborates, clutching her little stuffed puppy to her round, full cheeks. "that's what people say."

it's not that you don't want her to know, but softening the truth for a kid ain't easy; touya's not even sure he wants her to know, quite yet, because it means introducing a version of himself he's not proud of. one he's never been proud of, one that still itches under his skin and makes his hands shake, one that wants to burn the guilt away instead of face it.

touya watches the soft blink of her eyelashes, long and dark, and when she looks back up at him, he's just—not ready for her to know him yet. because—

"would it be okay if i was?"

the little girl—his, yours—thinks for only a moment before nodding. "yeah, that'd be okay."

because this touya's okay, for now.

it makes him smile, even with the uncomfortable heat that's broken sweat all out across his body, even with the shame that's waiting for him out beyond the edges of the greens and blues and purples. even knowing that, one day soon, he's gonna have to break her heart the same way he broke yours.

touya shifts a little further down in the bed until his head's resting on her pillow, so they're eye level. he's half hanging off the thing, the tiny twin bed in her room at his mom's house. still doesn't have a place of his own yet, still trying to remember how to be a functioning member of society; gears slow and old and creaking, but moving nonetheless.

the is the only way he gets to see her right now, these few days out of the week that you let her stay the night, so he can get to know the daughter he's missed out on for far too long.

touya hums and forces a big yawn, closes his eyes and hopes she'll follow the act; shouto used to, once long ago. "'s'talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

the little girl shuffles around until she's a little closer, huffing against his face through her own yawn. "okay," she agrees, and touya waits a few minutes before peeking at her. watching her even breathing, in the red and orange and yellow.

#bye i'm so soft for this man #he's done things he's not proud of #because he was scared and unsure and didn't know what he wanted #but 🥺 he's trying 🥺 figuring it out 🥺 #✿ thoughts: dabi/touya #✿ theme: dad dabi/touya #cw children

[mrkis]

back arched like a cat. (m.l)

PAIRING: mark lee x reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 1k

SYNOPSIS: kitchen sex with mark lee

CONTENT WARNINGS: explicit content (18+), unprotected sex, kitchen sex, creampie, spanking, oral (female receiving), cum eating, dirty talk, cocky mark

AN| i'm not ok. i'll never recover from that mv. fuck (me) you mark lee. also, this is briefly based off the song 'stargirl interlude' by the weeknd and lana del rey. also, again, this is a quick piece because i was desperate.

You’re gasping for air, whiny moans fleeting past your lips as your fingernails scrape across the kitchen counter in search to grasp onto something to keep you stable, knowing you would’ve definitely crumbled to your knees if it wasn’t for Mark’s tight grip on your waist, his hips pistoning into yours at a speed that has your legs shaking from the force.

Tears spring in your eyes as Mark’s hand drags to the bottom of your spine, pushing down to arch your back further into him, allowing him to reach deeper places inside of you that have your toes curling as a cry rips from the back of your throat.

Mark’s chest rumbles with a grunt with each thrust of his hips, leaning over your body to mouth at the bare skin of your shoulder from where your tank top strap had slipped down during the fun, teeth nipping around the area. 

Your cheek is pressed to the countertop, panting heavily against the marble tiles as Mark abuses your pussy, his other hand slipping down from your waist to dip between your legs, nimble fingers rubbing circles around your sensitive clit. 

Your thighs squeeze around his hand with a wail and you hear Mark chuckle next to your ear, clearly enjoying how you’re reacting to him. He licks the shell of your ear as he feels your thighs quiver and your walls clamp around his cock, causing him to moan deeply.

“You like that? Hm?” Mark questions with a taunting hum. “I can feel your pussy squeezing around me. You really like getting fucked like this? In the kitchen where we eat?” He laughs as he sees you nod frantically. “Dirty girl𑁋fuck, I love it so much. Love it when you’re like this, taking my cock so well. That’s it, baby”

“Ma𑁋rk” You hiccup through salty tears, drool slipping past your lips as your body jolts with every movement, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the kitchen. He’s giggling behind you now, gripping your ass cheeks and sending a few playful slaps that has your mind whirling.

“So pretty bent over for me like this. So gorgeous. Fuck, you’re so wet” Mark rambles as he pounds his cock into your walls that spasm around him with each forceful thrust. You’re fully crying now, a blubbering mess at the pleasure and euphoria that buzzes through your veins, sending a thrill down your spine when Mark slaps your ass again. 

“‘I𑁋shit𑁋I’m gonna𑁋” You cut yourself off with a gasp, knocking the dishes on the drying rack as you try to reach for something to keep yourself grounded as the pleasure in the pit of your belly tightens. “Fuck!”

“Yeah? You gonna cum?” Mark asks you and you pathetically nod your head. He grins, “Me too. Can I cum inside? Fill this pussy up? Do you want that, baby? Hm?”

“Please!” You plead, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Fill me up, Mark. Make me yours”

“Silly girl” Mark chuckles, leaning over your body once more to kiss the back of your neck. “You are mine”

Those simple words were enough to have you coming undone with a cry, coating his cock that fucks you through your orgasm, praising you as his hands stroke down your back but the sloppiness of his movements is enough for you to know what’s about to come next and you welcome it immediately, whining as he fills you up with his cum, shivering as you feel it leak out and drip down your thighs.

Your legs quiver as Mark pulls out of you, giving you no time to react as he spins you around to face him, crashing his mouth to yours in a heated kiss. His palms are flat against your cheeks, fingertips pressing into your skin to hold you to him as his tongue mingles with yours, grunting in your mouth as your teeth graze his tongue, chuckling between the kiss as he feels your hands desperately fist at his shirt.

But he takes a step back, smiling as he sees you chase his lips and hooks his arms beneath your thighs to lift you upwards, settling you down on the countertop behind yourself. You hiss as your base ass meets the cold tiles, wincing at the slight sting but you quieten when you watch Mark drops down to his knees in front of you, littering soft kisses around your inner thighs before he lurches forwards to shove his tongue between your folds, licking up at the mess he had created between your legs.

His name comes panting from your lips and you thread your fingers through his messy hair, grabbing needily at him to tug him even closer as he tastes you, lapping at your pussy with the most animalistic grunt you have ever heard rumble from his chest.

His tongue swirls around your sensitive clit and your thighs jerk around his head with a whine as you try to lean back from his touch but the grip he has on your legs forces you to remain still and a cry leaves you lips as he drags you closer to his face, not caring if he’s driving you into oversensitivity as he’s too busy lapping at you hungrily, your arousal and his cum lathering on his tongue.

“Taste so sweet” He moans between your folds, eyes lifting up to meet yours and his brows raises suggestively at you, “Always taste so sweet for me”

©𝗠𝗥𝗞𝗜𝗦

#mark lee smut #nct smut #nct mark smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut

[erwinsvow]

𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮

summary: jj's made a bad habit of sneaking into your bedroom at midnight.

word count: 3.5k

now spinning: radio by lana del rey

author's note: finally some jayj!! <3 writing this felt like coming home. i hope i did him justice! tags: adorably in love jj and reader. smut but make it cute (heavy grinding/petting, jj calls you princess b/c duh<3, he uses a condom bc no breeding kink here! jj sucks your tits through your (his) shirt because..yah)

JJ makes his way into the window of your bedroom, trying to be as quiet and careful as he can.

You stand back a little, trying to give him enough room to get in, but just as he swings his other leg over, he stumbles and a small succulent in a ceramic pot on your windowsill goes flying.

You freeze, scared that the thud of his leg on the window frame was enough to wake up your parents—who unfortunately share the room right next to you. JJ’s hands stick out immediately to catch the little plant, and then somehow, he juggles it into place while steadying his feet. 

You let out a sigh of relief, and he places the little plant safely on your nightstand.

“That thing’s a troublemaker. It’s always the quiet ones, huh?” He whispers, already knowing from all the previous times how thin your walls are.

Time before last, he leaned back against the headboard too hard while you were riding him, and just the noise of it hitting the wall was enough to result in a knock on your bedroom door. He blames you for that one, though, and the next time your parents come in, they notice you’ve moved your bed across the room. 

“This one was your fault,” you reply, unsurprisingly giddy now that your boyfriend is here. 

“Nuh-uh, princess, that was all you. Why’d you leave the cactus there, huh? You tryna get me caught?” 

You shake your head but you can’t stop the smile from spreading across your face and the quiet laugh from escaping, trying to explain that it’s not a cactus, but the words melting on your tongue. You watch as JJ carefully closes the window—he’d prefer to leave it open so he can sneak back out without much noise, but you get cold, so he pushes it down as gently as he can.

You can’t help it—you always end up staring, eyes fixated on his arms and the way they stretch and flex while he adjusts your pink curtains and makes sure no one can see inside. You don’t care if the neighbors watch. Let them, you think, JJ and I will give them a show.

He turns around to really take a look at you, mind always going a mile a minute thinking about how deep of a slumber your parents might be in, if he remembered to grab a condom (he’d forgotten it earlier in the month and you’d been so disappointed, he had to eat you out for an hour just to apologize), and then he thinks he wouldn’t be so upset if he did forget it. Finally he wonders if you have any snacks in your bedroom, which you normally don’t, but he’s feeling hungry today. 

When he finally takes you in, you’re standing there with that pretty smile he loves so much, the sleep sets you used to wear every night forgone for one of his big t-shirts instead, the ones with tiny holes near the hem, one that’s probably been passed around between him, Pope, and John, but has now ended up in your closet as a permanent piece.

You told him a story a while back, about how your parents question why you never put on pajamas straight after dinner anymore, like you used to. It’s because JJ’s shirts are your pajamas now and you can’t let them see. 

“Why don’t you just, y’know, change after they go to bed?” He asks after hearing that story, rubbing the small of your back under the very same shirt, wondering how smart a girl as you are didn’t think of that idea first. 

You don’t answer straight away, instead pressing your face further into his chest and inhaling that scent which is so uniquely JJ—ocean and sand and that car smell since he was probably working on something before getting his favorite text of any night from you, from anyone, really—They just went to bed.

You mumble something into the skin of his sternum, unintelligible and quiet, and he has to use his other hand to move your head up.

“Sorry, princess, getting some static here. Repeat that for me?” He cups his ear to listen in, which makes you laugh.

“Just wanna feel close to you,” you repeat, even softer, immediately resting your face back on his chest once you finish. 

You’re sure he doesn’t understand what you mean, because it’s deeply rooted in you, that you hate the way your parents treat JJ. They’re not so rich or Kooky to judge him for not being so, and they’re overprotective of you, always have been, but they act so differently around him. They barely give him a chance, no matter how much you affirm that you’re so happy, that you’re only that way because you’re with JJ now. 

They look at the stuff that doesn’t matter—the motorcycle he rides, ignoring the pretty pink helmet he got for you sitting next to his own. They don’t know that he worries about keeping you safe, so much so that he borrows the Twinkie twice as much as he used to, because the idea of you getting hurt on his bike scares him. It scares him enough that he didn’t let you ride with him forever, that it took months of begging to even make him consider the idea. 

They look at his clothes and his shoes and don’t like that they can’t invite his parents over for dinner, don’t like the idea of you going to his place but don’t like him coming over either. When they do finally grant your permission to hang out with him at your home, you have to stay in the living room the whole time, television on and playing some stupid movie you could care less about—but at least JJ’s here, at least he’s holding you. 

You feel embarrassed, about the reason why you wear his shirt, about how your parents behave, about how you can’t do anything at your house but watch reruns and eat some snacks, your parents wafting in every now and then to make sure nothing’s changed. 

And he tries, he really does, which makes your heart thud and causes a warm, happy tingle to extend from your ears to your toes. He shows up with flowers for the house, a bottle of wine for your parents, a bone for your dog.

He’s trying to save up for a car so your parents don’t associate him with the roar of his bike taking off and the danger he’s putting their daughter in (you almost cry when he tells you this, partly because it’s so sweet, partly because you love that bike, love everything about that bike—your pink helmet, holding onto JJ’s stomach on a ride, the way he sometimes props you up on it and tells you he’ll reward you if you’ll be good for him—which you always are. 

Putting on other clothes—clothes that don’t belong to JJ—in front of your parents so they don’t feel uncomfortable at the sight of you in his shirt, is a sacrifice you refuse to make. It’s your way of rebelling, as insignificant and silly as it is, affirming that you’re not gonna cave and end your relationship because they don’t approve. It’s hard, for a people-pleaser like yourself, taking a stand against your parents. You don’t possibly expect him to understand, but you think he does that day, with the way he smothers you in kisses all night, and continues the affection on your sofa the next day, no matter who’s watching.

He snuck in that night too—pulling a pair of socks from his pocket for you. 

“Got you some more clothes of mine, so you can take your little stand without it being so obvious-” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, because you leap into his arms to hug him so tightly, he can’t catch his breath for a minute.

That had been months ago. Since then, you and JJ spent nearly every other night together, trying as hard as possible to stay quiet and not get caught. He seems more worried about it than you do, like tonight. 

“Your dad doesn’t have any firepower in the house, right? Like any bazookas or something?” he asks, walking closer to you, away from the window. You shake your head, laughing silently. It’s harder and harder not to be all smiles around JJ anymore. “Good,” he says, not as quietly as before. He brings you in for a hug, arms tight on your back, face buried in your hair. “Missed you, baby.”

You hold on with your little grip for as long as you can, finding it even harder to let go after hearing him say those words—you’d seen him earlier today, briefly, but this was his first time sneaking in since yet another scare a few days ago.

You only pull away because he does, taking off his hat and setting it on your yellow quilt. He sits down, beckoning you over, and you respond immediately, crawling into his lap like you always do. You could sit like this forever.

“It should be illegal for us to go this long without seeing each other,” he murmurs against your shoulder, before pressing a gentle kiss to the skin. His shirt hangs off of you, giving him easy access. 

“I saw you this morning, silly,” you whisper, not moving, head buried into his neck.

“For like a minute,” his hands go to your hips, adjusting your position to get you more comfortable in his grip. His fingers press into the skin there, available since you were only wearing panties under his shirt, no shorts to get in the way. “Can’t do anything to you in a minute.”

“That’s not what I remember—” but before you can finish, he silences you with a kiss, soft and chaste. 

“Hey,” he starts, while you begin to giggle at the memory. “I thought we weren’t gonna bring that up anymore. S’your fault, anyways.” He trails off, kissing you again. “That sundress has magic in it, or something, not normal-” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, deepening the kiss, your whole face feeling hot now at the mention of the memory—the first time the two of you had done anything more than making out.

“Woah, woah,” he says, pulling away again, making you groan in frustration. “Did you lure me here under false pretenses? Are you tryna take advantage of me right now? Because I came here to cuddle-”

“Shut up, Jayj,” and you go back to finish your kiss, your hips moving by themselves. You don’t realize you’re doing it, you never do, until JJ tells you. His hands move down, grabbing the fat of your ass and squeezing while he makes you do all the work, for now, at least.

You work yourself up quickly, you always do when you’re with him, and you could finish just like this if he lets you, grinding your cunt against his hard-on, multiple layers of clothes between the two of you. 

He likes to see you get worked up, so he’ll let you do it for a little bit longer, lips still attached, his tongue in your mouth. He slides his hand around where your panties rest on your hip, knotting his fingers between the fabric, his other hand resting on your hip and loosely guiding your motions.

“Feel good, baby?” he finally asks, not loud but not as quiet as before, either. You don’t care much at the moment. 

“Uh-huh,” you whine, feeling yourself get closer, something in your stomach winding up tensely and making you want to increase your speed. You try, but JJ’s hand controls you, tightening up and squeezing like it’s a warning—slow down. 

“Can’t make a mess like this, remember, pretty girl?” he asks but you’re only half there, half paying attention. Your eyes are squeezed shut, skin feeling so ablaze that you’re sure there’s beads of sweat lining your neck and face, hands gripping the material of JJ’s shirt while you rock yourself back and forth. 

He watches carefully, eyes raking in your pretty face all twisted like this, your lips swollen and red from the biting since you can’t make any noise, your hardened nipples poking through the material of his shirt. He wants to wrap his mouth around one and play with it using his tongue, not even bothering to lift the shirt out of the way, but he refrains, since he knows you’ll cum in seconds if he does, and if you cum, he’ll cum.

“Don’t care,” you exhale, breathy and pitchy. He doesn’t even remember what you’re talking about. “I want your mess-” and your head tips forward, resting on his shoulder while he still moves you with his big hands. 

It’s all of it, all at once—the fact that you haven’t been able to do much of anything, but especially this, with JJ in days, how hard he is and how good it feels to rub your pussy against him instead of your pillow, the fact that despite his shorts and your underwear in the way, you can almost feel the veins of his pretty dick, the ridge that usually has him slapping a hand over your mouth because you can’t help the noises that come out when you feel it inside you. 

You’re so close—and you don’t care about the condom, about how everything’ll be sloppy and sticky after this, so you try to go even faster, until you feel the entirely too-strong hands of your boyfriend manhandling you, pulling you off and laying you flat onto the bed in one motion.

“Wha- Jayj,” you whine again, so much louder than you thought it would come out. Your heart’s thrumming in your ears, brain turned to mush and clit throbbing from the sudden lack of contact. 

“Shh, baby, you’re gonna get us both killed-” and you look up at him with wet eyes and your signature pout, the one that gets you anything you want—midnight trips for ice cream, convincing him to sleep over even when he knows your parents will pop in when it’s morning, going on a ride on his bike when he’d thought it was way too dangerous. “M’giving you what you want, okay, so settle down-”

You try to be as good as you can, watching patiently while your thighs tremble and an uncomfortable, hot wetness pools between your legs. JJ pulls off his shirt, frees his dick from the constraint of his shorts, and lets out a little hiss when he sees the wet spot on his clothes from where you were just having fun. 

“Dirty girl,” he says, but he’s smiling, not upset. “Made a mess already, even without me.” You let out more shaky breaths at his words, half-listening, eyes focused on the pink color of his thick cock, the way he strokes himself before putting the condom on. Your mind has turned off, every single thought except JJ leaving your head.

“Gonna be quiet this time?” he asks softly, lining himself up with your wet cunt, eyes almost rolling back into his head at the way you suck him in. You’re all tense, stomach in knots and pussy clamping just thinking about every inch he’s going to give you, the stretch he puts your tight hole through. You don’t mind much though.

“Your fault,” you mumble, in a daze. You love everything about JJ, the way his hair falls over his eyes when he’s hovering over you like this, when he licks his lip when he rakes his gaze across your body, how he smirks at you when you get like this.

He lowers his face close to yours and your eyelids flutter shut, expecting a kiss, but instead he buries his face into the crook of your neck, biting and sucking on the skin while you try to stay silent, and then he buries himself into you, all the way all at once, and you strangle a scream back so it dies in your throat. 

It’s like it’s the first time, every time, with the way he feels inside, the way you’ve never really gotten accustomed to how big JJ is.

“Sure, baby, my fault,” he finally agrees, letting go of the hold his teeth have on your skin. That'll leave a bruise tomorrow, and the rush he feels from that goes straight to his dick. “This one’s my fault too.”

You don’t pay attention to his words or the stinging sensation on your neck, because the entirely overwhelming feeling of JJ inside you, slamming in and out while you’re forced to stay silent, fogs your brain. JJ hovers over you, and your hands find their way around his neck, snaking into his hair, pulling gently while he lowers himself for another kiss—hot, wet, even messier. 

He keeps you this way often, so he can swallow your moans and let you be as loud as you need without much as much of a risk. Your bedroom fills with the slap of skin on skin, his hips ramming against yours.

You’d cry out because it hurts, but the way JJ fills you is anything but painful—it’s excruciatingly good, makes your toes curl while you feel that tense knot in your stomach beginning to unravel by itself, JJ hitting that sensitive part of you deep inside.

But it’s always more than that—it’s his the messy press of his fingers against your clit, the way he dips his head and takes your pert, clothed nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue, and then when he hears you getting loud, he goes back to kissing you, quieting you. He thinks about everything so you don’t have to, heading tipping back onto the pillow and squeals leaving your mouth without a second thought. 

You knead your fingers into his hair, holding him in place so he doesn’t pull away from the kiss, because you know you’re about to get loud.

He does pull away—easily fighting your weak grip to bring his mouth to your neck, kissing the love-bites he already left there. You feel JJ’s hot breath on your ear, already a mess, already close, but you tip over the edge when he talks to you, as quiet as he can. 

“Come on pretty girl, make a mess for me-” and you follow his instructions without another moment’s hesitation, the walls of your pussy fluttering and then clamping tight around him, moans swallowed into his mouth as he kisses you again. You writhe around, toes curling, entire body tensing, staring up at your pretty boyfriend for as long as you can before your eyes shut, mind numb from pleasure. 

It doesn’t take much for JJ after that—the feel of your nails scratching his back, how your pussy clenches around him, the moans he wishes he could hear loud and clear. In a final lustful, selfish thought, he imagines you screaming under him, begging for more, not satisfied until he makes a mess inside your little cunt and fills you up. He spills into the condom seconds after, grunting into your neck and wishing the two of you were anywhere else but the bedroom next to where your parents are asleep. 

The room is silent again, save for the heavy breaths leaving both of you. JJ moves first, carefully settling next to you because the bed creaks on his side. He sits up against the headboard, safe because they’re on the opposite wall now, and moves your tired, languid body into his arms, head resting against his chest. 

“Well, you made a mess, alright. Hope you do your own laundry.” You giggle, hand coming up to rest above his heart, fingers tracing patterns into his soft skin.

He sighs quietly, a gentle sign he likes your touch. You could fall asleep in minutes like this, the heat from JJ keeping you warm, the content feeling in your heart making you smile dopily. JJ notices, leaning down to give you another kiss.

He stares into the distance with a hand stroking your back, under his shirt. He looks around your cute room—the overflowing bookshelf, the photos taped up on the walls (mostly of the two of you, he thinks with a touch of smugness), a pile of his shirts that are now your sleep clothes folded neatly in your hamper, freshly laundered. 

JJ thinks he’d do anything to stay like this, with you resting in his arms, forever. 

“I’m gonna do it, I swear,” he starts, not as quietly as before. It’s a gentle sentiment, like he’s reading you a vow. “I’ll do anything I have to, I’ll make ‘em like me. One day I’ll show up here and they’re gonna be happy to see me. I’m gonna get better.”

“You’re already perfect, Jayj,” you whisper back, eyes closed because you feel tears lining up. He presses a kiss to your forehead. “You don’t have to do anything. I love you.” 

He smiles again, eyes closing. He’s about to say it back when there’s a sharp knock on your door, and the handle starts to turn.

#<3 #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #obx #i really liked writing this!!! thoughts?

[lanadelnegan]

Video Games

Pre-apocalypse!Negan x Reader

Song inspo: Video Games by Lana Del Rey

Summary: Negan's girlfriend, (y/n), distracts him while he's playing video games with his online buddies.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, oral (male-receiving), a short one-shot of blowing Negan while he's playing his game ;)

"Negan! Come eat!" I call for the second time.

"Take that, you sorry shits!" Negan yells back at his TV screen, ignoring me in the process. That ass, I know he can hear me.

I sigh with frustration. The only negative thing about dating that man is his video game addiction.

I stomp into his man cave with my hand on my hip and stare at him with annoyance. "Negan."

"Baby. Hold on, I'm about to win." He whispers while holding his hand over his headset.

"Who are you even playing with?"

"I dunno. Some teenagers." He shrugs.

He goes back to his game. "OH, you son of a bitch."

While he's staring intensely at his game, I'm staring intensely at him. The black tank top he's wearing allows me to admire how his arm muscles flex when he uses his skilled fingers to press buttons on the controller.

Do all men play video games in their boxers? Because this should be a sin. He looks so.. yummy.

I sigh, taking the hair tie off my wrist and tying my hair back.

If he won't pay attention to me, I'll make him.

I walk over to him and get on my knees in front of him, spreading his legs. He leans back a little and widens his eyes, finally looking at me. He puts his hand back over the headset. "Baby, what are you doing?"

"Shhh, play your game." I grin and push on his stomach for him to lean back further. His jaw drops slightly open as he realizes what's about to happen, but he listens and leans back in his chair.

"Watch the screen Negan, not me." I pull his semi-hard cock out of the slit in his boxers, stroking it a couple times before it turns to steel in my hand. How can a man this handsome also have such a big cock? And how did I get so lucky?

Negan tries to focus on his game but stops to watch me lick him from the base to the tip. I watch him watch me and moan at how good he tastes.

"Fuck, baby." He groans.

"What the - bro, did you just moan?" A high-pitched male voice laughs from the other end of the headset.

"What? No." Negan snaps annoyed at him and glances at me again as I take him completely in my mouth. He bites his bottom lip in attempt to be quiet.

I take him as deep as I can and look up at him with lust-filled eyes to see his reaction. His head is leaned back and his mouth is slightly dropped open.

"Negan! Dude, you coming?" I hear a different voice this time.

"Almost... I mean, yeah. Right behind you."

I smile with his cock in my mouth and continue to suck him harder and faster.

"Fuck." He jerks the headset off and tosses it to the side after muting it. "My dirty fucking girl." He grips my ponytail and pushes my head down further, making my eyes water.

"You want my cum, baby?" His voice is deep and raspy and it makes me clench my legs together. I nod my head and try to focus on not gagging.

"Fuuuck, y/n." He lets out a string of the sexiest moans I've ever heard a man make before shooting his load in my mouth. It's so much that a little bit drips from the corner of my mouth as I attempt to swallow it all down.

"Goddamn, baby. Come here." I look up at him and leans down to me. He wipes the cum dripping from my mouth with his thumb and pushes it back into my mouth. "Good girl." He kisses me sweetly and I stand up, noticing his screen.

"You happy now, baby? You made me die." He teases, nodding to the the TV.

I shrug, walking away. "Maybe next time you'll come when I call you."

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[puck-bunnies]

stargirl

jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected sex (p in v), kitchen sex, praising, not proof read

word count: 1.3k

can’t wait to get to the bedroom, needing each other right as you walk in the door. your nails starching counter tops, back arching like a cat. (stargirl interlude, the weeknd, lana del rey)

his hand are on me the second we return from the bar, continuing his teasing hands on the ride home. his tongue is far down my throat as he lifts me on the kitchen counter. his hands are on my waist, gripping at my skin underneath my shirt. he’s quick to remove my shirt, exposing the lacy pink bra that holds my tits up. his hands work like flash to undo the clasp, letting my tits fall out to his mercy.

his fingers run over them, thumbs rubbing against the hard buds making me softly moan into the kiss. my hands run up jack’s hard abs underneath his shirt, slipping it over his head. our kiss breaks for a second before we hungrily reattach. my fingers undo his belt followed by his zipper to let his jeans fall in a pool around his ankles. he doesn’t even make an effort to flick his pants away, too caught up in the moment to even think about that possibility.

i grasp his hardness through his boxers, receiving a groan from his mouth. the way his voice sounds adds to the pool growing in between my legs. my hand continues to palm his erection, his lips falling from mine to suck on the soft parts of my jaw. our chests heaving together as our bodies are hungry for each other.

my body craves the scent of sex, the feeling of being filled by jack, the sound of our skin slapping mixed with our moans. all this thinking makes me softly rock my hips, catching little friction from my jeans. i want more, i need more from him.

“jack.” i softly moan out.

his lips continue their attack on my neck, sucking and kissing at my hot skin. “what is it baby?” he mumbles against me, not taking a second away from my taste.

“i need you jack.” i softly moan out as his lips hit the perfect spot, my jaw clenching as i take a deep breath in through my teeth.

he hums against me, “oh yeah..?” is all he responds with. he doesn’t take long to unzip my jeans, not removing his lips as he does it. helping my legs up to slip the article off of my body to be discarded on the ground.

he guides his middle finger up my still clothed cunt, my wetness seeping though to coat his finger. “you’re soaked already baby?” he mutters, taking his lips off of my neck to look me straight in the eyes. jack’s eyes flutter down to my panties, continuing to lightly tease my pussy.

his thumb rubs my clit, making a sharp breath fill my chest as the new found pleasure fills my body. my back slightly arches, i’m still not getting enough of him, my walls clenching around nothing to try to feel at least something. my hips start to grind against his slow fingers.

“be patient.” he coos at me. forcing me to stop my hips dead in their tracks. he grants me by hooking his fingers on the band of my panties, dragging them down my long soft legs. jack works slowly back up my body, his fingers dragging up my silky smooth calves.

as his body comes back up he pulls down his own boxers, letting them pool with his jeans at his ankles. gripping his erection with his hand, softly preparing himself with few pumps of his cock. i slide my hips closer to the edge of the counter, allowing a better angle for jack to be able to slide into me from.

he pushes his cock against me, softly teasing my folds before going farther in. my fingers dig into the marble counters, my whole body stiffening as i try to get used to his entire length as he bottoms me out. his hips stop as they meet my thighs, my leg going to his shoulder to allow himself to slide in further. jack’s eyes flash to mine, searching them as he stills his hips. “you okay?” he asks.

i nod, my lips pieced hard against each other as he stretches me out. “can i start moving?”

“please.” i beg, wanting more as i feel ready for his size. his hips start to rock back and forth, stroking in and out of me with a soft rhythm. jack starts slowly, his thick length reaching far in me receiving moans from deep in my throat.

his eyes focus on the sight of him thrusting in and out of my folds, how pretty i look taking all of him. they come back to my face, watching my face scrunch up with pleasure as my head rolls back. i swear i can start to see stars, my head becoming blurry with the alcohol that charges my system.

my head gets lighter with every stoke jack’s hips take. my nails digging harshly in the counter underneath me, trying to stabilize the pleasure that’s bubbling through out my bloodstream. my walls clench around him as the thrusts start hitting hard against my g-spot making me yelp. i collapse myself into the crook of jack’s neck, trying to take his cock well.

“you’re doing to good baby.” he whispers in my ear with a groan. i can feel my flesh burning as my cheeks flush, my legs begin to feel light as one is draped against jack’s shoulder. curses mixed with groans fill the air releasing from jacks mouth.

i don’t miss the feeling of a rope tightening in my stomach, feeling my high coming ever so quickly. my head begins fuzzing, vision turning blurry and black. “oh god.” i moan out, i clench around jack, my tell sign that i’m close.

“i’m almost there baby, hold on.”

i try my best to keep it in, my stomach burning with anticipation and wanting to let go, but i wait for jack like he asks me. every thrust gets sloppier, groans releasing from his mouth as he chases closer to his high. i can feel him twitch softly in me, “okay, cum on my cock now.” he instructs me, and i’m more than happy to give in.

releasing the bubble in my stomach is like a wave of relief over me, my body relaxing as my orgasm washes over me. chest heaving to catch up with all the breath i’ve missed. jack finished seconds after me, releasing ropes of warm cum inside me.

he continues a few slow and soft strokes, chasing both out our highs before his hips stop. our lungs sync, taking in all of the oxygen in the room to feed our hungry bodies. my eyes are squeezed shut, letting the harsh sensation of pleasure wash over me completely.

jack pulls his cock out me, watching as a mix of mine and his cum leak out of my folds. he smirks down at me as i pry from the crook of his neck, resting the back of my head on a cabinet. “good girl, such a good job taking all of me.” he whispers, pressing his lips softly back onto mine.

i smell the returning scent of sex that lingers in the air. sweat beading on my forehead, my legs jittery with excitement and dying down pleasure. jack’s hands go under my thighs, picking me up from the counter. “let’s go get you cleaned up.”

he finally kicks his discarded clothes off of his ankles, walking me to the bathroom and helping me into the shower. grabbing a washcloth to help clean myself up of our residue.

#jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes x you #jack hughes one shot #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #puck-bunnies

[baby-yongbok]

Sun Shower & Golden Hour

Han Jisung x Reader

☼ Genre: Fluff ☼ Summary: Jisung wants to kiss you in the rain. ☼ Word Count: 1.4k

☼ This One shot was Inspired by the song Golden Hour by Jvke

☼ Story Playlist: For You - LeeHi (ft. CRUSH) | Golden Hour - Jake | Exist for Love - Aurora | Belong to you - Sabrina Claudio | Say yes to heaven - Lana Del Rey | j's lullaby - Delaney Bailey

✧ Masterlist ✧

The sunset in Seoul is on another level tonight. The golden rays reflect off of every surface it can reach, creating a beautiful field of deep orange around you. It was Jisung's idea to go on a drive, he wanted to get out of the house and proposed that the two of you grab something to eat and find a place to sit. It started raining shortly after you picked up your food but the last thing on your minds was going home. You drove around, the savory smell of your meals taunting you as you searched for a pretty shot to park and eat. Once Jisung found the perfect spot you set up quickly, eating and talking like you haven't been laid up on each other all weekend. 

The car fell quiet when the rain picked up a bit. There were barely any clouds in the sky, the early evening sun caught the reflection of each droplet that fell from above. Turning it into a drop of honey for just a second before it pooled on the concrete. The view that the two of you found was beautiful. It's a small spot, almost hidden, you'll miss it if you don't look for it. It overlooks the Han river at a breathtaking angle. There's just enough room in front of the car that you could have a picnic here if you wanted to. You'll remember that for next weekend. 

“Baby.” Jisung calls to you before taking another bite of his food. “Wanna do something?”

You hum, swallowing what's in your mouth and keeping your gaze on the evening view. “Like what?”

“I dunno.” He stares down at the food container in his lap, pondering his thoughts for a second before a soft grin pulls at his lips. “Can I kiss you?”

A light chuckle escapes you and you cover your full mouth as you smile. “You've never asked permission for that before, Ji. Of course you can.”

He closes his container, stuffing it back into the take out bag excitedly. “Can I kiss you… in the rain?” You turn to him, taking in his wide and eager smile as he waits for your answer. 

“You wanna do that tik tok thing?” You ask with a grin. Jisung can be sweet sometimes - all of the time - but he's never wanted to do something like this.

“Yeah, I wanna do the tik tok thing. Do you wanna?” You close your food container, putting it in the bag with his and brushing off your hands. You stare out into the rain for a second, taking in its beauty and considering his offer. 

“I dunno.” You sigh, it would be super romantic. 

“Last one out of the car drives home.” Jisung rushes his sentence as he turns to exit the car. He pushes his door open quickly, stepping out into a puddle and cursing through his gleeful giggles. 

“Jisung!” You giggle, scrambling to get out of the car, you step over the puddle on your side and slam your door shut. The cold rain sends a shock to your system and you fumble with the zipper to your hoodie, pulling it up further as an extra layer of protection. 

Your boyfriend is close to the edge of the small cliff that you're parked in front of, taking in the view as the pouring rain flattens his now curling hair. He's caught in the golden hour sunset, causing his eyes to shimmer like freshly tapped tree sap. The smile adorning his lips is sweet like maple and you find your heart bursting at the seams at the sight. 

“Look at this.” You gaze with him. Taking in the moment like you're the main character in your favorite romance novel. That's how Jisung makes you feel anyway. Alive. Loved and untouchable. 

He reaches for your hand, turning to you and pulling you closer to him. He's cold to the touch and you're both soaking wet but everything warms up once he smiles down at you. His cheeks growing red with a cherry blush. Has the sun created a shield around the two of you? Preserving the moment in an eternal glow for both of you to enjoy. You smile at the thought. 

“Come here.” He wraps his arms around your waist and you snake yours around his neck. He leans in, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “You're pretty.” 

You smile up at him, a blush as red as his creeping up on your lips. “Kiss me.”

“Happily.” He raises a hand to cup your cheek as his lips brush against yours in a feather light kiss. You can't help but to smile against him as he kisses you again, harder than before. He sighs and his eyelashes flutter against your skin. He mimics your smile, trying his best to fight back a giggle as he deepens the kiss. 

“You're making me laugh.” He whispers against your lips, causing you to smile wider. “Jagi, come onnn.” He whines at you, resting his forehead against yours. 

“I'm sorry you're just so cute, baby.” He rolls his eyes playfully, running his thumb over your cheekbone. 

“Well then let me be cute and have this moment with you without you making me smile like an idiot.” He leans back in, brushing his lips over yours and falling into a deep passionate kiss. It's your turn to sigh against him as you savor the feeling of him, soaking wet yet warm. Sweeter than the purest honey and making you happier than anything else you've ever prayed for. You relax into him, taking it all in when he smiles, breaking the kiss and squeezing his eyes shut with a faint chuckle. 

“I was being serious and now you can't be!” He laughs harder at your exasperation. Resting his head on your shoulder as he tries to calm himself.  

“I'm sorry I'm sorry I just couldn't help it.” He stands straight, looking down at you with sparkling eyes. “I just… love kissing you. I feel so happy every time I get to feel your lips on mine. You're like a dream.” 

He brushes a strand of wet hair sticking to the side of your face behind your ear. He lets his touch linger for a second or two as he takes you in. The sun is creating a halo around you like it's presenting him with the celestial gift of you. Is he falling in love all over again?

“How did I get so lucky? There Isn't a day that goes by where I don't ask myself that question. You're everything that I could ask for and more. You're everything that I've ever wanted, all that I'll ever need.” Tears well up in your eyes and fall with the rain. They catch in the sunlight and become golden fractals before they can hit the ground.

“Ji…” You turn your head into his palm, snuggling into his touch and kissing his wrist. “You confessed already, ya know.” 

He smiles, shaking his head and wrapping his arms around your middle. He picks you up, spinning you and pulling a surprised laugh from your chest. He laughs with you as you call out his name, a half hearted plea for him to put your feet back on the ground. When he does set you back down he kisses you quickly. wrapping his arms all the way around you and holding you flush to his chest. 

“I'll keep confessing.” He rubs his hands up your back, smoothing the wet fabric against your body. The rain has slowed now or maybe he's made time stop around you. "Call it practice for my vows. I want to tell you that I love you in every way that I can think of. I find a new way to appreciate you every day.”

“I think that I'm the lucky one here.” You mumble as you search each other's eyes. “I love you, Jisung. So much, I love you endlessly. You make me so happy, I had no clue what it was like to feel this way until I met you and I never want to let it go.” 

He looks away for a second, blinking up towards the sunlight in an attempt to keep his tears at bay. “Dance with me?”

“We're gonna catch a cold.” You laugh but Jisung shakes his head.

“We're already wet, why not dance before we go.” He can see that he's convinced you by the way that you look up at him, he can also tell that you never truly planned to object at all. “Pick a song.” He moves to hold you in a ballroom dancing position, squeezing your hand lightly once it's laced with his. “I'll sing it, any song.”

“Golden Hour.” 

A/N: I'm sorry if this sucked. I was listening to Gold Hour by Jvke at 3 am and just started typing away. I suck at fluff and I'm so nervous to post this.

Thank you for reading, I hope that you enjoyed! Feedback and reblogs are extremely appreciated! All support makes my day. 💕

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[ynbabe]

Bite Me ୨୧ Charles Leclerc x Reader- Vampire AU

Charles had admittedly done many stupid things in his life, getting turned into a vampire in a club in Monaco was definitely one of them, but at least he has you, but what happens when his brothers see the bite marks on you?

Was it obvious I was listening to Lana del Rey while writing this?

You groaned as his teeth sank into your collarbones, blood seeping out into his mouth. Your grip on his shoulders as a pang of pain rolls through your body as he sucks on the open wound, lapping up the warm blood that poured out.

Your nails dug deeper into his bare back as the pain increased, a small groan escaping his lips as you broke skin. Your head fell back as Charles finally let go.

You pressed your hand to your head feeling light-headed, squinting your eyes you missed the look of guilt Charles had.

"I'm sorry, Mon Amore," he kissed your neck, lips still sticky. You could only hum in response. He laid down on top of you, burying his head on your chest.

"Did you get enough?" You asked him, making him nod against your skin.

When you first found out, you were terrified, almost running out of the apartment when he showed you his teeth but his puppy eyes made your heart break. So you stayed.

"Lets go clean up," he whispered in your ears, picking you up.

You showered first, then changed into a simple pair of sweatpants and a tank top, not realising all the old bites that had turned into nasty bruises could be seen easily.

Just as you had tied up your hair, the doorbell rang. "Hey, babe, are you expecting anyone?" you called out.

"I don't think so," he yelled back. You sighed and walked out of your bedroom, going to check who'd interrupted Charles and your weekend bliss.

You had barely opened the door when Arthur came barreling in, a tired Lorenzo behind him, an apologetic look on his face. "Hey, Y/n," he greeted pulling you in for a hug, unknowingly applying pressure on Charles' bite marks, making you hiss in the older man's arms.

"Are you okay?" He asked, gasping when he saw the yellowed bruises on your arms, redder- more newer ones on your shoulders and the still fresh ones on your neck and collar bone.

His eyes widened as he pushed into the apartment, turning you around to see the 'damage', you tried to explain that it wasn't a big deal. It was Arthur's turn to go ballistic, he stopped talking, staring at you with his jaw slacked open. "What the fuck?" He whispered.

"Guys this isn't what you think-" You began but they wouldn't accept it.

Lorenzo furrowed his brows, "Did Charles do this to you?" he asked.

"No, Enzo," you tried to explain, without outing Charles' secret, "Not, in the way you think, he- it's not," you seriously weren't prepared to be interrogated today.

"Oh my god," he looked away, "this isn't right, Y/n, we can help you, I know he's our brother but you can talk to us," he started, Arthur butting in.

"Fuck that, he's hurting you y/n, you get help," Arthur called out. You were touched by their protectiveness but you had to explain before they thought the worst of Charles.

"Guys please," you tried once again but to no avail. Suddenly you were pushed behind the two boys, and before you could ask why you saw Charles walk out, a matching pair of sweatpants on, hair still dripping from the shower.

He seemed shocked to see his brother, especially the anger in their eyes, he moved towards you but they pressed forward, confusing him further.

"Hey-"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING HEY US YOU BASTARD," Arthur yelled making Charles flinch.

Arthur pulled you further back, glaring at his bother.

"How could you? You were supposed to love her! Maman raised you better than this!" Lorenzo yelled making Charles' eyes well with tears.

"What- what are you talking about?" He asked, trying to make sense of the whole situation, when Lorenzo pointed at you and all the recovering bite marks.

A look of realisation flashed across his face making him smile in relief, pissing off his brothers even more, "YOU'RE FUCKING SMILING" Arthur barked, throwing a pillow at Charles with deadly accuracy but he was faster, much faster.

"How could you even think I could do something like that?" He asked, suddenly infront of Arthur, "I'm a vamipre, not a monster!" He exclaimed, showing his fangs.

"Oh..." Arthur said meekly before passing out in your arms.

"Your a- a what? Is this some weird sex thing, because I don't want to know." Lorenzo asked with a hint of disgust in his voice.

Charles laughed and nodded no, explaining to his brother how he got into the predicament, providing proof by easily lifting Arthur by the collar with one hand.

"I- uh, I need to-" he pointed at the sofa, sitting down with his head in his hands. Charles placed Arthur next to Lorenzo, while you brought them water, gently waking up Arthur.

You and Charles took your place across them.

"So, you're fine with, whatever this is?" He asked you, waving his hands between Charles and you.

"Yeah,"

"H-how do you drive? Arent most races in the sun?" Arthur asked, finally waking up.

"Art, it's not like Twilight," he explained, "I just need more sunscreen than usual," he shrugged.

"Does Fred know? Any of the other drivers? Maman?" Lorenzo shot off.

Arthur on the other hand was interested in other questions, "Does your skin sparkle? Do you know any other vampires? How fast can you run? Do you actually drink blood?" he rambled, water long forgotten.

"Calm down, Arthur," You laughed at the younger boy.

"One question at a time guys, but no, no one else knows, not even Maman," he looked at Lorenzo.

"And no, my skin doesn't sparkle, it's not Twilight!" he exclaimed once again, making Arthur roll his eyes, "Yes, Fernando's one, and maybe Lance but I'm not sure, I can run pretty fast now, and yes, I need blood to survive now," he explained each answer making Arthurs eyes grow wider.

"That's where I come in," You raised your hand, pointing to the bite marks on your body.

"Does that hurt?" Lorenzo asked.

"It used to, not as much now," you shrugged, "It heals fast when I drink his blood," You explained making Arthur gag.

"So it's like TVD," he grimaced,

"I mean, yeah, sure," you answered.

A few more questions and finally Lorenzo and Arthur were satiated, deciding to leave. rather than staying for what they had originally come to do.

"I'm kind of hungry, order in?" Charles winked at you making you roll your eyes.

"Bite me."

Hope y'all like this, as always comments and reblogs are much appreciated! Also, how would y'all like a DC-style Logan fic? I've been itching to write that!

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 x reader #charles leclerc #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc x reader #lorenzo leclerc #lorenzo leclerc x reader #lance stroll #fernando alonso #vampire au

[pennylanewrites]

thinking about boyf!reiner

a/n: i’ve been writing this for FIVE days. five days for half a page. fuck me. also, nsfw. minors dni.

new reiner piece // aot masterlist

reiner wants you sitting on his lap at all times. watching a movie, sitting on the beach, just hanging around the house. he has to have his arms around you and his chin resting on your shoulder, but it always leads to a painful hard-on. the only exception he has is around other people, because he’s not sure if he can contain himself from ripping your clothes off right then and there.

it’s game night at yours and reiner’s apartment, and you are beyond bored. lain on the couch, you watched as your boyfriend lost more and more money to porco. you walked up to the table and leaned against reiner’s broad shoulders, bringing your hands over his chest.

“royal flush.” reiner threw his cards on the wooden surface, earning groans from the rest as they tossed their money at him.

“maybe you should stay here, y/n.” zeke chuckled, the smoke blowing from his mouth obscuring your view. “that’s his first win.”

“guess i’m your lucky charm.” you leaned forward to leave a kiss on reiner’s cheek, smiling against it.

it was zeke’s move and he always took his time deciding, making everyone around the table agitated. you guessed it was his tactic.

you headed for the kitchen, getting the whiskey bottle to refill your boyfriend’s drink. after you did, you pushed his torso back and sat on his extended leg. out of habit, he wrapped his big arm around your stomach, bringing you flush to his chest.

you shuffled on reiner’s lap until you settled against his confined cock. his hands tightening around your waist made you squirm, earning a low grunt against your ear.

“i know what you’re doing.” he whispered.

“i’m supporting my boyfriend.” you turned to smile innocently at him, pressing your ass against his cock until you felt it respond.

“i’ll fuck you right on this table if you don’t stop.” his cheeks were turning red and his knuckles white as he gripped your hips.

you didn’t stop.

your back arched off the wooden surface, the plastic casino chips stabbing into your bare skin as reiner fucked into you roughly.

“rei, slower!” you whined, struggling to take his girthy cock. he leaned down, caging you between his muscly arms.

“you wanted to play games in front of my friends, didn’t you?” he pushed your head to the side, biting the soft skin of your neck. “embarrassing me.” his words were accentuated with rough thrusts, pushing you further against the table.

“i’m sorry!” you cried out. you looked down to where your bodies met, the imprint of his cockhead rhythmic against your stomach like a heartbeat. “reiner, please.” you whined, another orgasm escaping you, painting his cock white. he pulled out, eyes growing wide at the creamy ring around the base of his shaft.

“just like that, baby.” his voice strained, and he lifted your body up. you wrapped your legs and arms around his torso, and he settled his hands under your thighs, lifting you off the table. the veins on his arms flashed under the low light as he bounced you on his cock.

“rei rei,” you whined, a tear escaping your eye. your moans filled the empty apartment, and reiner had to slap a hand against your mouth.

“you asked for this, didn’t you?” you nodded frantically. “so take it.”

#aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader smut #attack on titan smut #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x reader smut #reiner x reader smut #reiner x reader #reiner smut #reiner braun smut #not sfw #shingeki no kyojin x reader #shingeki no kyojin smut #snk smut #snk x reader smut

[zyonsay]

Be my Boyfriend OP81

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: The morning after a night out you wake up with a certain someone in your bed

Reader: Male

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it babes), Choking, Spit, Oscar in the wild, Beautiful brown eyes like a baby cow

Now playing: "Art Deco" by Lana del Rey

AN: I've written smut before but THIS feels like the first time I've written real smut.

Also i meant hickory as in the color hickory, not hickory wood. I am not stupid i swear! *falls to knees*

Can anyone tell that im obsessed with his eyes? I AM NORMAL I SWEAR *falls to knees again*

Your head was aching badly, you had just woken up from your deep slumber after a long night out. The hangover was creeping up on you as you sat up on the bed. There was a man sleeping next to you. Wait. Theres a man sleeping next you-?

You risked a closer look and realized it was your friend Oscar, who you'd been sleeping around with recently. Thank God it wasn’t some random stranger. He was snoring quietly and looked peaceful, you decided to let him sleep a bit longer.

The floor was cold, and the sun hadn’t reached through the window yet, you carefully made your way down the stairs and into the kitchen. A hot cup of tea would surely make you feel a bit better. Just in case the sleeping man upstairs woke up, you heated enough water for two mugs. There were still a few dirty plates in the sink, so you decided to wash those and tidy up the kitchen.

Soon after you were greeted with two beautiful brown eyes. “Morning”, he was rubbing his eyes, and his soft hair was a mess. “Morning sunshine”, you chuckled while he tiredly walks down the stairs. Oscar groaned as his head hurt from the hangover. As soon as you two landed in your bed the day before, he was out like a light. Obviously not before you rearranged his guts though.

You fished out a pack of tablets from the cabinet and dissolved two tablets in a big cup of water. You offered Oscar the cup, which he eyed skeptically before drinking half of it. The medicine tastes awful, but you traded the glass for his mug and downed the rest of the disgusting liquid. Grabbing your own mug, you pulled Oscar towards the couch in the living room. You both quietly sat there, exchanging looks and taking occasional sips of your tea.

Once you were done, you placed the mugs on the coffee table. Oscar gently pulled you into his lap, holding you close. He felt warm and cozy, almost like your bed upstairs. You could’ve stayed like this forever, except… well. Oscar’s morning wood was pressing against you painfully. Feeling a bit cheeky you purposely grind against it, earning a low groan from the man in front of you.

He was now looking at you with a slight grin.

“Let me help you with that.” You carefully slid off the couch and knelt on the carpet in front of Oscars spread legs. His eyes observed you closely and only a small hint of tiredness was left in his expression. You carefully took off his shorts, appreciating his grey briefs. Offering him a mischievous look, you palm him through his underwear. Oscar groaned loudly at the contact, furrowing his brows while his face flushed.

You then pulled his boxers down, only enough for you to take his dick in your hand. “Fuck.”, he bit his lip at the feeling of your cold hands against his member. His stunning eyes were closed, and you took the opportunity to take him into your mouth. Oscar moaned loudly at the wet feeling, throwing back his head.

You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock while jerking the rest. The scene before you was one you’d love to have on a polaroid picture. Oscar spreading his legs, trembling with pleasure and his head tipped back while begging for more.

Pushing his dick further into your mouth you gagged as it hit the back of your throat. He looked down at you with a flushed expression, sliding a hand into your curls and gently pushing his cock fully into your wet, warm mouth. You began bobbing up and down, enjoying the sight in front of you. He tasted slightly salty, slightly sweet but most importantly perfect.

You knelt there, your hands roaming his thighs, occasionally giving them a light squeeze. His body tensed and relaxed in a comfortable rhythm while you did your best to bring him pleasure. Oscar was a nice guy. He was more than that, he was the perfect guy. You'd known him for a long time now, though only recently you two agreed to hook up from time to time. Promising yourself to not catch any feelings was pointless, and you knew it from the start.

Oscar was a moaning mess by now and rambled on about how good it feels and how close he is. A sweet, tight feeling had coiled in his stomach. His body began tensing up and only a few moments later thick white ropes of cum shot down your throat, you weren’t going to waste a single drop. The feeling of your swallowing closing around his cock had Oscar moaning even louder.

After sucking him off, you collected yourself and straddled the heavily breathing man on your couch. “Take this off”, he tugged at your shirt. You did as you were told, meanwhile Oscar got rid of his own t shirt. He ran his hands over your bare chest, playing teasingly with your nipples.

You reached behind him and gave his ass a firm squeeze, before kissing his neck. As much as he likes the dominant you, today he had other plans. He pushed you backwards, making you gasp. He smiles at you smugly, before kissing and nibbling your neck, while one of his hands went under your shorts to caress your thighs. You groaned and mumbled under him, enjoying the attention. Your own hardness was now pressing against Oscar’s stomach as he was leaning over you. His body was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, you couldn’t resist touching him. He moans softly, the feel of your hands is like heaven to him.

His lips moved along your neck to leave the occasional hickey, while he shifted his free hand to your inner thigh, massaging the soft spot there. “Feel good?”, you nod eagerly while he grins at you. His sweet lips felt like velvet to your skin, you could melt right there and then. Oscar reached for the waistband of your shorts before whispering: “Can I take care of you?”, you struggle to form words and just let out a loud whine. “Words, darling.”, groaning you muster up a weak ‘please’, which appeased Oscar.

He then gently lifted your legs, taking off the last pieces of clothing covering you, now leaving you sprawled out bare in front of him. Oscar carefully took your dick into his hand, then licked a long stripe up your length. Your breaths felt heavy and warm, you gripped Oscars shoulder. He slowly took in all of your length, sucking in all the right ways. He held onto your hips and caressed them softly while humming. The vibrations made you shudder and tense.

He reached up and tapped your mouth with two of his fingers, wanting you to wet them for him. You gladly sucked on them, coating them generously with saliva as you whined. Oscar then retracted his fingers again, making you pout at the loss. But that quickly turned into gasps as he slowly pushed them into your greedy hole, making scissoring motions. Squirming and whining filled the living room, heating the atmosphere. His raspberry lips looked so perfect around your cock and his soft, longing touches lit a fire in you.

Oscar decided to add another finger, making you whine at how well he was stretching you. His big brown eyes searched yours, his deep gaze looking right into your soul. You could get lost in those beautiful hickory colored pools.

With the pace of his fingers and his mouth, the cord inside you strained until it snapped and you were swallowed by pleasure. Cum splattered all over Oscar’s face. He smiled smugly as he wiped it off his face and put it in his mouth, savoring your taste.

Now it was your turn to push him over; you gently laid your hand on his chest while he gave you a questioning look, wondering what you'd do next

You slowly sunk down on his cock and winced at the full feeling. He didn’t give you any time to adjust as he already began thrusting up into you at a brutal pace. He made sure to watch every little shift in your expression.

Your body was shaking, but you managed to whisper: “Let me ride you.” Oscar smirked at your request, halting his movements. His hands found their way onto your hips as you bounced on his dick. You leaned down while keeping up your pace and pressed a hasty kiss to his forehead. ‘Feels so fucking good.’

Oscar smiled sweetly, almost innocently, but the next moment he has his hand wrapped around your throat, pressing tightly. He began fucking into you again, making you spill curses and moans. Of course, he was a very loving person but when it came to bedroom activities he seemed almost merciless.

There was a warm feeling pooling in your stomach again, indicating your incoming climax. With his other hand, Oscar took your dick in his hand and began pumping it. Another intent, deep look from him made you feel even warmer than you already did.

Your second orgasm hit you like a freight train. You clenching around his cock had Oscar seeing stars as he came in you. Hard.

Both of you were a sweaty, panting mess, his cock still inside you while you ride off your high.

He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a sweet kiss. Oscar looks at you intently.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

#male reader #gay #f1 x male reader #i hate when men have beautiful brown eyes like a baby cow. Shut the fuck up <3 #reader x character #smut #male x male #reader insert #x reader #male reader insert #x male reader #oscar piastri #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #oscar piastri x you

[chrollohearttags]

writing silly little prompts of my ships so you don’t have to: part two • reiner edition

content warning: mentions of rough sex, reiner being a complete simp :(, himbo rei, size kink, him asking for consent 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 foreplay, oral sex

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he was an absolute wreck…face flush, mouth agape and sweat trickling down his forehead. His fingers lying dormant inside of that gushing heat. Honey like juices coating those digits as they remained planted knuckle deep..tongue protruded out as it had been previously lapping at your sensitive clit..there honestly wasn’t a single place he’d rather be. Than right here between the immense comfort of your plush thighs. The side of his stubble ridden face resting between them. “R-reiii..hgnhhh!” The desperate cries further feeding his desires. To not only taste every delectable drop oozing from your sex, but to pleasure you in ways you’d never experienced. The intensity between two newfound lovers, exploring all of their partner’s needs, wants and desires. It’s all that Reiner could’ve ever asked for when he met you and now that he was getting the opportunity to prove his devout love, he pull out every stop possible to ensure that you feel nothing less.

“What is it, baby? Are you okay?..”

as if he were unaware of the three breathtaking orgasms that he had just casually drew from your body. One right after the next..courtesy of amazing oral sex. But he had aspirations of giving you more. More of those mind numbing orgasms, more of those intense movements and most of all, himself..he wanted to give himself to you wholeheartedly and please you whichever way you wanted. However, he needed to hear you say it..he needed to know what to do from here. Finally leaning up, Reiner tugged himself up by the headboard; towering above your trembling body. He was so much larger..even eclipsing the entire ceiling from your view. His handsome face was the only sight you needed to see. Pawing at his abs and chest, (y/n) emitted breathy moans; unable to even form a coherent sentence. You were practically breathless but he had to push you a little further..coax a little more out of you. At least enough to know what it is you wished for. Grasping himself by the shaft, the burly blonde smacked the tip of that thick cock against your slit before cupping a free hand around your chin. With your explicit permission, he’d do whatever you pleased..

“Tell me sugar..please. What do you want? Do you want me to fuck you? I can go as deep as you want me…put it in this cute little tummy if ya’ want or be gentle. Take my time and make love to you..”

enticing you on those words with a thumb between your lips. Before he slid in though, he just needed to hear your response; completely frozen without it.

“I’m only here to serve you, baby. Tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen.”

#cherry’s drabbles 🍒🌷 #aot x black reader #aot #aot imagines #reiner #reiner x black reader #reiner x black reader smut #reiner x reader #aot smut #aot drabbles #reiner braun smut #reiner braun x black reader #reiner brainrot #reiner braun #snk reiner #snk smut #snk drabble #snk imagines #otp prompts #prompt fic #black fem reader #black reader smut #reader smut #reiner aot #aot au #cowboy reiner #reiner smut #cw smut #cw sex mention #queued post

[thecreelhouse]

『 your halo’s full of fire 』

Steve Harrington x Reader (AFAB) - continuation of this blurb // MDNI

warnings: smut (duh), m receiving (and some f receiving) oral sex, facefucking, deep throating, spit kink, anal play, rimming, sixty-nine, switch!steve & switch!reader, steve in subspace, dirty talk

word count: 1.8k

A/N: nature’s healing bc @stevenose and I are coming up with filthy concepts again 😌 this is a continuation of a recent request, but can be read as a standalone!! enjoy <3 title is from freak - lana del rey

This might be the filthiest thing you’ve done yet, but the shame isn’t enough to make you or Steve stop.

Hips snapping into your face, Steve’s cock gags you while his hands are tangled in your hair, grip assuring your head’s anchored in place for his pleasure. Your eyes water while you gaze up at him with that fucking look you gave earlier, arousing him enough to push his limits.

 Long ago, once Steve started to change his ways, he ditched the ‘King Steve’ act, vowing to himself he’d be nicer, and he made progress. He’s come so far since high school, only for you to ignite a spark deep within him that he assumed was long gone.

 You were both the best and worst thing to happen to Steve Harrington, in, well… ever.

 Within the chaos of being stuck in the Upside Down, getting Steve to yourself and coming close to dying, you weren’t wasting opportunities, or time, any longer.

 “See? That filthy mouth has better uses than running it like a desperate slut..” Steve lays heavy on your tongue, filling most of your mouth, causing you to drool onto yourself. He’s lost in the way spit hangs on in threads while he pulls out, confidence rising to an ego boost King Steve would’ve rode out as long as possible. The way you’re panting is just a bonus. He looks down through hooded eyes, using your saliva and his precum to stroke himself. “Open.”

 You obey, mouth opening for your tongue to greedily wait for whatever his next move is. The slick on his shaft glides his hand to the base of his cock with ease; he holds himself by the base, slapping his cock on your tongue before forcing himself back down your throat. You yell from the force and surprise, throat resisting him as your gag reflex kicks back in, fingers digging into his thighs, leaving little crescent shaped marks along his skin.

 “Relax,” He coos with an edge to his voice. “You can take it. You were able to do it for half the guys in our class, shouldn’t have a problem choking on one more cock.”

Hands climbing his lower half, he thinks you’re about to push on his thighs, push him away, but you don’t. Instead, you grab his ass, pushing him even further into you as you do your best to relax your throat. Steve’s head falls back while a shaky moan slips out of him, shuddering a breath out to quell the sounds he really wants to let out.

 While his grip loosens, distracted by the way you grope his backside, you pull him out. With a delayed reaction, he’s scrambling to get your mouth back on him; you move faster than Steve, one hand coming back to you before you snake your fingers around the base of him. You lift his length, giving easy access to his balls, wasting no time to lap at him while you begin to slowly stroke him.

“F- fu— fucking hell,” Steve’s legs shake for a moment, but he regains composure, strong grip tangled in your hair again. You moan against him as he tugs harder.

 “Aww, does King Steve need a break? You gonna be okay, babe?” You’re taunting him in between lewd noises your lips make against his balls. He hasn’t noticed the way your grip on him went back to his ass, and the way you’re sliding between and under his legs. He’s too busy trying not to cum just from you sucking his balls.

Eyes closed tight, he’s trying to pull you back where he thinks he needs you most. “Get your mouth back o- o— ohhh, my fucking god— ” Steve stumbles forward into the bed frame, gripping it tight while you’ve made your way behind him, spreading him to spit on his hole. You tease a finger around the taut ring, satisfied by the breathy, needy whimpers he tries holding back, instinctually pushing his backside closer to you.

 “Get my mouth… where? Use your words, Stevie, don’t be shy.” You kiss across the swell of one cheek, spitting again where he really needs you most. He’s a wreck, and the tables have turned again. “You said you wanted to see if the rumor was true, right?”

 “I— you— I need— f- fuck— ” You pull your finger away from him, and he whines, disappointed. While he pants, he murmurs to himself, “This is so fucking embarrassing.”

 “Yeah? Is it?” You pull your touch away completely, and Steve whips his head around, twisting himself slightly to look back at you as you flash a cocky smirk up at him. “We don’t have to do anything, y’know, if you can’t handle it.”

 Okay, so there was one thing he couldn’t ditch from his King Steve days, his competitive side couldn’t turn down a challenge. Screw the embarrassment when his desire for something so filthy was much greater. He kicks his pants off completely before dropping to his knees, tugging your skirt up over your hips.

 “Whoa, hey, what are— ”

Steve straddles you, facing your lower half as he tears your underwear apart, exposing your cunt, already dripping. You’re stunned by the sudden switch again, but you’re also fucking pissed he ruined your underwear.

 “Asshole, I liked that pair.” You grumble, hands exploring up the backs of his thighs. Steve shivers under your touch, yelping in surprise as you pull him back closer to you. “Tell you what, Stevie,” You spread his cheeks again, spitting once more onto his hole. Steve whines, trying, but failing at stifling his sounds. “If you can cum just from this,” You lick a stripe up to the sensitive ring, earning a raspy moan from him, echoing against the walls of the random house you’re in. “You can finish fucking my face.”

 Steve’s weak at the knees, gasping as you lap at him. It drives him insane, makes him want to go feral. He dives down between your legs, spreading them and holding them apart as he spits onto your folds. Your hips flex up, but his grip shoves you back against the floor. 

 “If I c- can’t?” He dares to ask.

You giggle into his skin before demanding, “Buy me another pair of those panties. Don’t you dare fucking touch yourself, got it?”

 “Yea- ah- oh m’god,” Steve feels his eyes cross, losing focus of getting you off with him while you suck along the swell of his ass, nipping the skin and kissing as you make your way back to his hole. He fights the desire to fall to the floor as the sinful feeling of your mouth in a spot it shouldn’t be makes his mind swim. Pushing past the pleasure for a second, he delves between your folds, immediately suckling on your swollen clit.

The mutual pleasure only causes both of you to moan into one another, vibrations of your hums just make Steve lose his mind, wishing you’d play with his cock, too. He slides a thick finger into you, hoping it’ll convince you to touch him more, too. Your back arches as he curls his finger just right, adding another with ease from your arousal just adding to the slick on your cunt.

“Can’t believe how nearly dying made you this fucking needy.” Steve murmurs, kissing your inner thigh. You pull him even closer to you, hands bound to leave rosy red marks on his ass from how hard you grab him.

“Me? Do you feel the way you’re dripping on me right now?” Steve’s cock lays heavy just below your face, precum leaking and pooling onto your neck and chest before dripping everywhere. “You’re making more of a mess than a sweet, innocent, virgin.” You swirl your tongue around him, “Imagine if everyone knew how much of a pathetic, needy slut you are.”

Steve doesn’t get the chance to quip back as the feeling of your tongue tapering into him makes a whimper roll into a shameless moan, too distracted to keep pleasuring you.

”C’mere,” You murmur against him, one hand snakes around the front of him, nudging him to sit up as you begin stroking him slowly. He’s hesitant to sit up, embarrassed for the roles to be reversed like this. “It’s okay, Steve. Let yourself feel good.” 

“I- this- ,” His words die on his tongue as your own works skillfully to rim and tongue-fuck him. Steve leans back further, and you hum in approval, causing his hips to twitch and cock to kick. 

Your free hand roams up his body, touch gentle as you do your best to avoid his bandaged wounds while your pace around his length picks up. His touch toys with your tits through the rips in your shirt, just in front of him with how he’s sitting. Steve’s trying so hard not to ignore your needs, trying to make you feel good somewhere, but he’s busy seeing stars instead. You pull back, just enough to tell him, “Honey, spit for me.”

 “Huh?” Steve’s so far gone in a blissed out state, so you let go of him, holding your palm out flat in front of him. He gets it then, spitting into your hand before you use the extra slick to glide along his shaft again. The pace you have makes him buck into your grip, unintentionally grinding onto your face.  Again, you hum into him, satisfied by his reaction. He begins babbling, “Baby, baby, baby— oh, fuck.”

 His cock throbs in your grip as his needy noises get louder, close to his release. Reaching back, he’s pulling your hair, pulling your face closer into him while you mercilessly toy his asshole with your tongue. Steve’s falling apart, unraveling at the seams as his legs tense up, breathy moans building into filthy, pornographic sounds, echoing around the two of you.

In a rush, he babbles, “M’socloseohmygod,” head falling back while the throbbing in your grasp continues, sticky release pumping out and spilling over your hand and chest below. His eyes screw shut as you guide him through his high, stroking with your hand and rolling your tongue along his hole.

Steve’s moan comes out unlike any other he’s made before, one that’s more of a cry, tormented by how disgusting he’ll feel after this. Right now, though, all he cares about is how fucking good this feels. The shame is a bridge he’ll cross when he gets to it, but for now, he’s fucked out in a way he’s never experienced before. He lets himself rest forward again, still straddling you as he tries to catch his breath. You lean back on your elbows, smirking at his exhausted figure laying on top of you.

Before you can ask how he feels, Steve’s mouth is back on your heat, causing you to buck up against his tongue with a high pitched whine. 

“Steve, what the fuck, you don’t have t—”

“You didn’t cum yet, and we still got time to kill,” He mutters before swirling his tongue around your clit teasingly. Your back arches as your muscles tense up, needy moans leaving your lips. “I ain’t fuckin’ wasting it.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington smut #my fics #your halo’s full of fire #this is the worst time (3am) to post a fic but oh well!

[stylespresleyhearted]

what’s the secret project you posted 👀

oh gosh i keep meaning to answer this and then i keep forgetting or pushing it back for reasons unknown to me i think im just unaccustomed to having any asks lol but anyways this is something that actually started because of a certain thing me and marina yell about when it comes to austin and then as our love for callum grew it came to something else grand and beautiful. now it’s only something that has been discussed in the chat, it has no doc or nothing official to it, it may never even come to fruition (marina is already gifting us with so much goodness in the fic worlds she dabbles in)

but i will share some of it and feel free to come further talk about it if it interests you 😘

Warnings: nsfw below the cut, open relationship, threesome, guy x guy, guy x guy x girl

So we’re all aware of how Austin put his blood, sweat, tears, and soul into his Elvis role. This man gave it his all and I’m truly so grateful to him for it because in my opinion (and most importantly in Lisa Marie’s opinion) he did Elvis Presley justice.

• Bree is a famous and highly esteemed guitarist, singer, and lyricist. She’s won multiple Grammies and written for and with Lana Del Rey, Arctic Monkeys, etc., that’s more her vibe. Baz hires her on during the making of Elvis movie so she could help him modernize the soundtrack and help with the choosing of songs. Maybe she’s even there when Austin gathers all the people from the record label and has them ridicule Austin after his first run through.

• But she’s there before filming and she’s there during filming and her and Austin even shack up together for a while during the first COVID lockdown, spending time with him in his apartment and staying up at all hours of the night to help him get certain scenes right. The bed sheets are tangled, kisses are shared, breakfast is eaten in bed not in the kitchen and there are multiple walks on the beach taken together.

• Bree tries her best to be there for him through all of it. She can sense he’s about to sky rocket and rightfully so, she doesn’t think anyone around can currently measure for his talent. She tries to be a soundboard and a friend and a girlfriend of sorts and a co worker and he’s got her playing all these different roles to keep up with him but keep in mind he never asked her to do any of that. She’s doing it because she loves him, maybe she isn’t in love with him or if she is she isn’t aware of it yet but she does love and care for him.

• And he’s going through his shit. He isn’t sure where Austin begins and Elvis ends and he isn’t in the headspace for a relationship, especially with Bree who deserves the world so when he’s sick as a dog and bed ridden before heading to London he makes sure to have the conversation with her. They were never official. Never went public or had rumors swirl. It’s better to end it on a good note and leave it how it is.

• So consider his surprise when a few months into filming MOTA, Bree shows up on Callum’s arm being introduced as his girlfriend. It’s supposed to be a lads night and Barry dragged him out and now someone who he calls one of his closest friends is introducing Bree as his current girlfriend. A close friend who he goes on walks in the parks with, who places kisses on his cheek after a few drinks, who places his hand on the small of Austin’s back when he approaches him, who pinches his cheeks and welcomed him with open arms. Dating someone who was there at his worst and gave him her heart and stayed up entire nights talking him down when his anxiety was too high and made him do self care when he forgot he was supposed to be his own person.

• and see, Callum and Bree are both Brits so they run in semi same circles and they knew of each other and were friends but Callum was with Vanessa Kirby and they were in love and for a while Bree was with Alex Turner and them afterwards there was Austin. So Callum and Bree were already friends and when they run into each other at a record shop and then head to lunch after and maybe Callum gave her a kiss goodbye when they went separate ways - it all just grew from there.

• so maybe Austin feels a green jealous monster growing inside his chest but who he’s jealous of he’s unsure and a larger part of him is actually happy for both of them. They’re good people, they love each other and both deserve each other.

• they’re suddenly everywhere. She accompanies Callum on set and it’s clear to everyone how in love they are and one time when they’re filming the POW scenes and everyone’s on lunch Austin is looking for peace and quiet so he wanders into their “bunks” but there right in front of him - Callum holding Bree up against the wood panel walls, pounding into her as she moans his name so prettily, his sheepskin jacket still on and making him sweaty. Callum’s eyes open and he catches Austin walking, Austin who trips over his own feet to back away but Callum just smiles and winks at him.

• and later Callum approaches Austin with a high five and a cheeky, “see how good I was giving it to her, mate?”

• and fuck, Austin gets hard thinking about it. Gets hard thinking about Bree’s moans and Callum’s grunt and his sweat and her breasts bouncing against his chest.

• then filming wraps and Austin’s free of them. Doesn’t have to be in there presence every day anymore and he meets someone, a nepo baby who’s beautiful and kind and he’s in a place where he feels he can be with someone so he goes for it and he falls in love.

• and MOTA press isn’t until 2024 so it’s two years of only a handful of run ins with them but then press starts and news break: Callum and Bree are engaged. And the entire cast and crew are happy and they all celebrate.

• She didn’t join Elvis press because she was touring.

• so now Austin is around his engaged friends and he has mixed feelings regarding both of them. See he’s happy and he loves his girlfriend and his career is good but if he’s being honest something is missing and when he wants to torture himself he admits he knows exactly what it is. And he’s doing interviews and Bree is backstage and Callum’s always so touchy and so kind in his words in regard to Austin and one day Callum admits Bree told him what went down between Bree and Austin and Callum’s a confident guy, he assures Austin it’s all fine.

• But maybe it’s the first screening of MOTA, and Callum and Bree are tired of Austin’s sad puppy dog eyes every time they catch him watching them so Bree corners Austin backstage. Gets close and starts palming him through his pants, assuring him Callum wouldn’t mind, in fact Callum has been purposely teasing Austin during interviews trying to get him to cave.

• Callum and Bree both decided if they all wanted it how could it be wrong? Why not go for it?

• And Bree’s falling to her knees and taking Austin in her mouth, pretty pouty lips wrapped around him as she takes him all the way in and suddenly Callum is there, watching them, talking her through it.

• “Isn’t she phenomenal, mate? Had to work with her to get rid of that gag reflex and now she can deep throat me.”

• and Callum waits until Austin mewls his name and calls him over, begging him to be a part of this somehow, to please hold him. So Callum is joining them, Bree so pretty on her knees between them and Callum is flicking Austin’s nipple and letting Austin let his moans out in his neck.

That’s all we have more to come soon if ya’ll wish 🌚

• oh yeah there’s a scene where Bree holds Austin’s hand the first time Callum fucks him because she’s aware of the pain of how large Callum is.

@precious-little-scoundrel

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[pathetic-sapphic]

Overstimulation kink with ambessa please

Don't Break Me Down

Kinktober Day 5: Overstimulation

Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader

''Please, Milady, no more! I can't!'', You whine as you try to lightly push Ambessa's head away from your oversensitive pussy. You cannot count the number of times she made you cum and, although you know you can't stop her from getting what she wants, it doesn't hurt to try.

''Have you had enough of my mouth, sweet thing? And just to think you were begging for it so pathetically earlier.'', She says harshly, but still pulls away from your glistening cunt. You can feel the sheets beneath you are soaked in your sweat and release which only furthers your embarrassment. You manage to let out a sigh of relief once she pulls away, however the moment is short-lived as soon as you notice her reaching for the strap. ''No, please, Milady. I can't cum anymore!'', you say as you attempt to squirm away from her but Ambessa is quicker, pinning your body down to the soft mattress with her strong hands and settling herself between your trembling thighs.

She slaps your quivering pussy in warning, leaning down to whisper in your ear, ''It seems that you don't yet understand, my pet, but you are mine. This body is mine, which means that I can do with it whatever I wish and you will take it like a good bitch, hm?'' She thrusts the strap into your exhausted heat and wastes no time before moving, relishing in your moans and whines.

''Be good for me, baby, you know I'll take care of you. Just behave and let me use your body. If you're a good girl then maybe I'll let you go before you pass out, yeah?'' She coos and you can only nod dumbly, completely giving yourself up and allowing yourself to be eaten by the hungry wolf.

song i listened to while writing: ride by lana del rey

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane ambessa #ambessa x reader #ambessa medarda #arcane kinktober

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I LOVE YOUR WORK MWAH(〃^ω^〃) can I request female!reader with rei ayanami's personality with beast!dazai and fyodor? (Both sfw and nswf) anyways I hope you have a wonderful day(*´ω`*)!

୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨ yeah ofc!!! I love rei sm, thankk you sm!!(⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡ mwah

ෆ beast!Dazai, Fyodor X Fem!Reader [you/you/she/her]

— Synopsis:: you were hanging around with your lover, doing romantic stuff like comforting words and sweet stuff but things go more further.

CW. N/SFW, Praise, Thigh fucking(Fyodor), Fyodor & Dazai's dick doesn't enter ur cunt, soft sex, fingering(Dazai)

A/N :: Rei is so pretty and I love the anime even though I forgot how it goes but I can only remember the Mc letting out his white stuff at the hospital — written by a minor

[MASTERLIST] — ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨ all works in there!!

BEAST!DAZAI — (⁠⊃⁠｡⁠•́⁠‿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)⁠⊃

Your head was on his chest, you were taking a break after a meeting. It was nice and quiet, just you and him. You were still silent, you close your eyes and let out sighs. It was nice, it was different than before. Loud and now peaceful, his hands rub your back softly. His hands went lower to your area and he stops. His hand near your area, you nod your head as he smiles and touches your clothed pussy. You can feel his long coat touching your butt, you can feel his scarf on your back. You turn your head to face him, you can only see half of your face. His fingers pull down your lower clothing and his fingers move your panties to the side. He smiles as he kisses you, his fingers slowly enter your pussy. "You feel so good around my fingers" he says to you, you bite your lower lip as his fingers go deeper inside of you. Your head is in his neck as your hips slightly go against his hand, his fingers continue to pump inside of you. After some moments, you finally left loose as your juices go over his fingers. He brings his fingers to his mouth, he sucks on his fingers. "You taste so good" he says, he has more ideas for you.

FYODOR — ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ 

You were both sitting across from each other, teacups in both of your hands. Sipping peacefully, the tea was warm but still hot enough. You both finished the tea and you both got up and went to your shared bedroom, hand in hand. You both sat on the bed, you were in robes. The bed felt nice and comfortable, his ushanka is on the table. It rests on the night stand, you were fixing the bed but you knew that something was going to happen. "{Yourname}" his voice calls out to you, you stop and walk over to him. He stares at you, his glaze never leaving you. "Sit down" he says, you nod your head and sit down on the bed. He pushes you more over to the bed, your legs are wrapped around his. "Show me" he says, you lift up your lower robe and he pulls down his pants. His dick springs out, it hits his stomach and he places his dick between your thighs. You watch his actions, his dick between your thighs as it goes up and down. He moves more closer as his dick rubs up and down your pussy, he moves faster but not to fast. His forehead is in yours and you feel yourself clench around nothing, you wanted his dick inside of you but he wanted to wait til marriage. He grabs your hips and moves you faster, after sometime he cums. His cum going all over your stomach and thighs, covered in his white sticky liquid.

#kittytail #kittymilk #kittypussy #kittymwah #x reader #x reader smut #bsd x reader #bsd x reader smut #dazai osamu x reader #beast dazai smut #beast bsd smut #fyodor x reader #bsd fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #fyodor smut #x female reader #bsd x female reader #female reader smut

[silantryoo]

XTRA [ LIKEALOOK ] — yujin's kim gaeul

During SEMI-QUALIFIERS, Victors' Hall.

WARNINGS: suggestive, heavy fluff, self-deprecation, imposter syndrome (2.0k)

yujin was known for many things.

she was loud, boisterous to the point that her previous coaches had threatened to tape her mouth shut if she kept yelling over them. her charming smile seemed to disarm everyone but the one girl that she wanted, and the way her presence off and on the court differed drastically made her a school favorite.

yujin, however, was not known for being nervous, much less for a girl.

"okay." the captain stared at the washroom as she talked to herself, scanning the plate that hung in front of her. "you have girls asking for your number left and right. people write your name on their foreheads. it's just gaeul-unnie."

but kim gaeul wasn't just any girl.

she was quiet, almost peaceful when compared to yujin. she'd study days before a test, muttering in her sleep as if she was taking notes in her dreams. gaeul liked her oat milk latte, specifically at the cafe across the street from the campus. never the one on campus, because it was 'too hot' (whatever that meant). on days when it was too cold, gaeul would wear her only sweater; a tattered red hoodie that was two sizes too big for her.

yujin loved it.

yujin loved all of it, every frown, and every laugh. she loved every smart thing that came out of her mouth, and the way her name rolled off the older girl's tongue.

ahn yujin loved her girl (unofficially, for now).

she pushed the door open, shutting it quietly behind her. she could hear gaeul trying to shuffle away from the line of sight of the mirror. the taller girl couldn't help but smile.

yujin peaked her head out from the corner of the stalls, eyes glimmering as they made contact with gaeul's. she watched as the shorter girl relaxed, the cool air of the bathroom settling between the both of them.

"oh." gaeul's voice seemed to echo all over yujin. "it's just you."

yujin walked towards the setter, eyes staying on the older girl's figure, as a small blush appeared on her face.

she loved moments like these, fleeting and silent. yujin could feel herself consumed with love, like a warm fire engulfing her during a snowy night.

god, yujin couldn't help but sigh as gaeul's irises met hers once more, she's so pretty.

"what?"

yujin could listen to her voice all day.

(she always wondered why gaeul had decided to become a dance major, when her voice was soft and angelic just like its owner.)

"yujin?"

yujin snapped out of her trance, a half smile overtaking her face. she always seemed to get lost in thought whenever gaeul was around her.

"do you need anything?" even the way gaeul questioned her was pretty.

yujin hummed. she definitely came her for something.

the taller girl tried to wrack her brain. she couldn't remember the reason why she came to see gaeul in the first place. in fact, there could be many reasons; just wanting to see her, being horny, being jealous, getting food together, etc.

yujin continued to think as she stuffed her hands in the pockets of her sweats, feeling a familiar necklace that she was planning to give.

the captain's face turned bright red.

"oh, right." gaeul always did a good job at disarming her (rei called it 'dumbing her down even further'). "can i talk to you?"

"right now?" the older girl hummed, pulling her sweats over her shorts.

"yes."

yujin never asked to talk like this. she had always ambushed Gaeul when it was something unimportant (like asking her if she can sleep in her bed that night during practice, or if they could go out to a new restaurant that just opened mid-sex).

something must've happened. gaeul just hoped it didn't have to do with wonyoung and jimin.

the older girl watched as yujin's anticipating eyes followed her every move. she could feel her jersey sticking to her back, and gaeul knew that it was going to keep bugging her.

yujin deserved all her attention, especially if it was important.

gaeul took off her sweat-drenched shirt, and suddenly yujin forgot how to speak.

"sorry..." gaeul muttered, rummaging through her backpack for a clean shirt. "give me a second. it had to be somewhere in he-"

"i don't mind." yujin interrupted, almost enthusiastically.

gaeul looked up at the taller girl, yujin smiling as if it were her birthday. if she didn't know any better, gaeul would've thought that the other girl looked at her with love.

gaeul almost laughed at herself. there was no way yujin could love her, not like that. she would always be almost enough for yujin, but never fully.

she was fine having yujin like this, even if one day, it would all come to an end.

"did something happen?" gaeul shook her head. now wasn't the time to brood. "is wonyoung okay?"

yujin bit back a sigh. it was ironic, honestly. with how much gaeul always worried about wonyoung, yujin almost thought that the older girl had a crush on her.

(and if that was the case, yujin knew she'd cry her eyes out at that instant.)

the volleyball captain played with the gold engraved number '11' as she fiddled with the gift in her pocket. she could feel its grooves, along with the '03' behind it.

she hoped gaeul truly had feelings for her, just like wonyoung said she did. otherwise, her shipment of flowers (and flower petals) to their dorm would be a waste and an utter humiliation.

yujin released a shaky breath, her palms suddenly sweating.

"can..." she had never been more nervous in her life. "can i give you something, unnie?"

the older girl tilted her head, and yujin pushed back the urge to scream how much she loved her at that moment.

yujin made her way behind the shorter girl.

she could feel the heat of gaeul's skin radiating onto her, warm and inviting, a sign that the setter had played hard the entire game. her eyes traced the nape of her unmarked neck, and gaeul's now red ears.

yujin could hear her heart beating out of her chest as she fished out the necklace. it glimmered against the fluorescent light, the gold chain running through her fingertips. she had hoped gaeul liked it, otherwise she would kill her older sister for helping her pick it out.

yujin felt her hands shake as she draped it on the older girl, softly fastening it. she pulled back slowly, her breath shaking.

the room fell silent, the lights humming against the cool air once more. yujin could feel the heat in her cheeks, spreading down to her neck. she felt her mouth go dry and her lungs suddenly heavy, watching as gaeul's hand went to touch the piece of jewelry.

god, she finally understood why wonyoung acted the way she did.

gaeul traced the engraving, almost as if she was afraid to break it. she felt the rings that looped, the dents that ran along the medal, and she quietly gasped.

it felt expensive, intimate. no one had ever done something like this before, at least not for her.

the setter could feel hope bubbling in her chest, like whatever yujin had given her meant something. she knew it didn't, it couldn't have.

wonyoung was right there.

gaeul was just a body, like she had always been.

pushing down all the dread, gaeul shook her head, letting the necklace rest on her collarbone.

"if this is just a way for you to get in my pants, i swear..."

yujin stayed silent, but just like its owner, her presence was loud. it was familiar, like the first time gaeul had heard yujin through the gymnasium doors. it was something gaeul couldn't ignore.

but something was different.

"yujin?"

ahn yujin loved gaeul.

she loved her tidiness, and the frown she tried to hide when yujin would leave her things lying around. she yearned for her soft voice, reassuring her during times when she desperately needed so. yujin loved her silence, she loved her elegance, her everything.

ahn yujin just loved kim gaeul.

"i love you."

gaeul suddenly felt as if she was floating.

"what?"

she wondered if she was in an alternate timeline. if somehow, she had suddenly transformed into the person she had always wished to be. the beautiful, caring, and hardworking person that she knew her parents always wanted deep down (and unbeknownst to her, the girl that yujin always thought she was).

the setter turned to face yujin, fearing that once they had met face to face, the captain would take everything back.

but yujin looked at her the same, with the same expressive eyes that gaeul had always loved, and the same charming smile that always caught her attention.

"i can't keep doing this whole thing. i can't keep pretending that i'm okay with having a little bit of you." yujin wanted gaeul all to herself, she wanted gaeul to want her all to herself, to feel the same things that yujin felt when she looked at her. "date me. be mine."

it felt like a prank, a cruel segment that the world was torturing her with. she was kim gaeul, not l/n y/n, not shin yuna, not jang wonyoung.

this wasn't right. gaeul shouldn't have this good of an ending.

"i want you, kim gaeul." yujin needed her actually, like the summer needed the sun. "i love you."

"no, you don't." this wasn't right. gaeul wasn't who yujin should be with. she should have someone who was better, who was prettier, who wasn't her. "i'm not... you don't want me like that, yujin. you're confused."

yujin looked at her once more, loud and passionate, adding fuel to the fire that was gaeul's hope.

maybe she was wrong. maybe she could have yujin in this lifetime. maybe she didn't equate to everything yeji had put her through.

she felt the cool necklace burn against her skin, yujin grabbing her hands to squeeze them.

"i'm not confused." yujin had never been more sure in her life. "i know i'm not the smartest. i don't know the difference between my left and right. i don't have the highest gpa. i don't even know how to write an essay."

"you don't...?" gaeul couldn't help but pause for a second. how was yujin even passing? "that's extremely concerning, yujin."

yujin ignored her this time, knowing that it was a problem for another day.

"i know that i'm in love with you." yujin had been in love with her since everything had gone up in flames. she'd been in love with her through the brief (but awful) fling with yeji, and through every fling that the older girl had. she wasn't gonna let gaeul slip through her fingers, not now. "i've known that for a long time."

gaeul looked away. she wasn't the girl that she had imagined for yujin, the confident, pretty one with a smile that could melt anyone. yujin had to be lying.

"i'm not lying." yujin always read gaeul like a book. "i love you, kim gaeul."

gaeul never hoped for much, but she hoped that everything that yujin had said was true. she hoped that somehow, in yujin's eyes, she was enough.

"i love you too." gaeul looked back into the taller girl's eyes, one beaming with love and hope. "i'll be yours, yujin."

yujin blinked. she wondered if god really existed and if he did, she would've liked to thank him.

"yujin?"

she was gonna faint from happiness.

gaeul was hers. no other girl could see her the way yujin could. no one could love her and be loved by her the way yujin could. no one could approach gaeul with the intent of something more.

yujin's eyes hardened. she was definitely gonna make gaeul repay her for everything the girl had made her endure.

the taller girl pulled her closer into a searing kiss.

"wait, yujin-" gaeul's whispers turned into sighs as yujin continued to ignore her, gripping her waist. "we're in public."

"no one's gonna walk in." yujin muttered against the girl's mouth. "trust me."

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