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joszns · 6 months

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caught red handed ✭

perv!ellie x fem!reader

warnings: ellie’s a lil perv, panty sniffing, mild degradation, masturbation, fingering, 18+, men and minors DNI. I think that’s all!

“oh fuck, fuck, right there!” you whimpered, ellie’s strap pounding into you. she grunted, a bead of sweat dropping onto your arched back.

she grabbed your hips as a way to steady herself, obsessed with the way your ass bounced with every deep thrust.

“im gonna cum, ellie, m-gonna!!” incoherent babbles and sobs left your throat as you neared your peak.

“ellie…ellie…ellie…ELLIE!”

she groaned, rolling onto her side.

you leaned against her doorframe, sweatpants resting low on your hips, crop top cut high. how she wished she could actually touch you underneath those clothes, but all she could do was just be a fucking peeping tom.

“what do you want?” ellie replied lazily, clenching her thighs together. she felt her arousal, silently cursing you for interrupting her dream.

and for just waking her up in general. she values sleep very much.

“im about to go grocery shopping. do you want me to get you anything??” you asked.

“just like…some popcorn…can I text you this later?” ellie asked, rolling back over and snuggling into the covers. she heard you sigh, peeking out from behind them to make sure you had gone. when she heard the door slam, she was safe.

she quickly got up and went into your room, sifting through your laundry until she found a pair of panties. ellie held the slightly damp fabric to her nose, whimpering at the scent of you. she felt more heat pool between her legs, her clit throbbing against her boxers.

ellie returned to her room, shutting the door behind her and shoving her hand into her boxers. she whined, her sopping cunt finally getting the attention it deserved. she inhaled deeply, breathing in and memorizing how you smelled.

“fuck…”

her fingers circled her clit, knees buckling as she slid down the door. she opened her mouth, allowing your panties to fall on her tongue. ellie moaned, fully soaking through the panties with her saliva. her mind began to wander, picturing you twitching and trembling on her tongue as she would eat you out.

how she wished she could.

she was so jealous of every girl you brought home, wishing she was the one making you moan and cry out in pleasure.

ellie scrambled up and went towards her bed, covering herself before continuing to assault her clit.

“ellie, you never texted me what you wanted so you get your own shit or use what I got!” you shouted, placing the grocery bags on the counter.

oh fuck.

“ellie! where are you?” you called out, walking down the hallway and stopping at her door.

she whined, desperately trying to make herself finish before you came in.

“what are you doing…” you opened her door to see ellie quickly hiding something, her hair messy and face flushed.

“sorry i was…working out.” she lied.

“in your bed, under the covers?”

“yeah. not weird at all.”

you looked at her quizzically, stepping further into the room,

“i see some boxers on the floor, are you lying to me, williams?” you asked, approaching her bed.

ellie’s heart raced.

“um..” she stammered.

“were you jacking off?” you pressed on, running a nail down her exposed collarbones.

“i-maybe…” ellie practically whimpered, her clit throbbing beneath the covers.

“yeah? i hope you know, ellie, i can see my panties back there.”

she flushed red, your observation making her even more aroused.

god, she was fucking nasty.

“did i interrupt you before you finished? poor thing…” you whispered into her ear, ghosting your fingers over her tank top covered breasts. her bare nipples ticled your palm as you traced circles into the fabric.

ellie breathed heavily in response.

“such a pervert…” you teased, now massaging her breasts with your whole hand.

“‘s true..” she whimpered, clenching her thighs together. “im fuckin’ nasty, baby.”

you leaned closer to her face, noses brushing against eachother.

“ive noticed how you watch me undress sometimes,” you continued, sliding your hand under the covers and lightly tracing your finger over her sopping cunt. “why do you think i always start groping myself huh? why i put on a show whenever my girls come over?”

she felt like she was gonna explode. her eyes flicked from your lips to your eyes, struggling to focus as your slowly teased her.

“please…” ellie moaned softly, pushing her hips into your palm.

“please what? want me to give in to your fantasies, ellie?” you said, leaning even closer.

she pushed her hips into your palm again, moaning at the contact. you closed the space between you two, firmly pressing your lips onto hers. you applied pressure to her clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive bud. ellie moaned into the kiss, gripping the covers until her knuckles still white as she tried to process what was happening.

you pushed your other hand up her shirt, groping ellies tits. she grabbed your waist, aggressively feeling you up like her life depended on it. she was going absolutely insane. you pulled away from her, watching your fingers work into ellies cunt while she moaned and trembled.

“why don’t you shut up and put my panties back in your mouth huh?” you said as ellie cried out.

goddamn.

this might just be the best night of her life.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #tlou ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie x you #tlou2 #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x fem reader

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moonhoures · 6 months

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Sit

🕷️ kinktober — day 21: oral 🕸️

pairing: rosé (blackpink) + reader (g/n)

genre: non-idol!au, smut, fluff

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, oral (f receiving), face sitting, reader calls rosé ‘pretty’ & ‘baby’

word count: ~900

synopsis: you finally convince your gf to try facesitting

posted: october 21, 2023

“Are you going to sit on my face or not?”

Your girlfriend giggled, busying herself by picking up the TV remote and her phone and placing them on the nightstand. Meanwhile, her knees were pressed into the bed on either side of your waist. When she turned her attention back to you, you put on a pout that made her roll her eyes.

“I am, I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before,” she said, though she knew you already knew that.

“I know, that’s why I’m so eager to be your first,” you tried to ease her worries by running your fingertips over the smooth expanse of her thighs. Her legs were completely bare, and she was covered in only her panties and a crop top. It took so much convincing on your part to get Chaeyoung to this point, so you didn’t want to ask too much of her. But you really wished you had gotten her completely naked before now, “Just come up here and sit, pretty.”

Chae sighed, apprehension evident in her expression and her movements. But she climbed up anyways, extra cautious of your body so that she didn’t knee you by accident. Then she arrived at her destination, her clothed core hovering near your chin. She was uneasy, you could tell, but if only she knew how much you loved your view.

The way her cute, sparkling eyes looked to you for guidance and validation, it sent you reeling. “Like this?” she asked.

“A little lower,” you urged, noting the large gap between your face and her cunt. She hesitantly lowered her hips, barely an inch more, “Little lower.”

“This doesn’t feel too comfortable, how is this enjoyable for you?” she asked curiously, looking down at you over her tummy.

“It’s because you’re not low enough, and trust me, this will be much more enjoyable for me once i get your pussy on my tongue.”

“Baby,” she groaned in embarrassment, but she couldn’t deny the effect your words had on her.

“Sit,” you told her once more, and finally, she listened.

She carefully put her weight on you, and you didn’t waste any time in reaching up over her thighs. Your fingers moved the gusset of her panties to the side, and you noticed the fabric was already damp. You decided to dive right in, pressing kisses over her heated skin.

Chae’s breath became heavier as she felt your lips on her thighs and the tender flesh of her pulsing cunt. She was admittedly nervous, but also excited—after all, she did love the way you ate her out. You knew all the right ways to tease her, building up that flame inside of her. You knew how (and where) to leave lingering kisses that had her yearning for more. You knew when to finally give those licks that had her moaning out softly.

Moments later you were smirking to yourself as her hips began rocking on their own. It was subtle, but you caught the swaying easily from your position. Your hands secured themselves on her thighs, holding her close to your face so she couldn’t move away. You delved even further between her warm folds with your tongue, prodding and licks and sucking on her wet skin. Mewls and whimpers of ‘don’t stop’ and ‘oh my Gods’ tumbled from her lips without a care.

“You taste so good, Rosie,” you hummed into her thigh, both of you highly aware of the arousal that coated your lips, cheeks, and chin. You returned to the task at hand, going back to eating her out with vigor. Your tongue lapped at her, collecting her sweet juices, willing her to cum. You focused the tip of your tongue on her clit, circling the sensitive button, eliciting wanton moans from your girlfriend as she slowly thrusted her pussy over your mouth.

One of your hands snaked up her torso before slipping under the bottom of her crop top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and you couldn’t be more thankful to be met with the soft, pliant feeling of her tit in your hand.

“I’m almost there, ________,” she panted, head thrown back from the climax building up higher and higher within her.

“Ride my tongue, baby. Make a mess, all over my face,” you drove her to release, sticking out your tongue as much as you could to allow her the control she needed. She grasped some of your hair in her hand gently, keeping you in place as she moved her slick cunt up and down your tongue, using you for her own satisfaction.

“Yes, right there! Just like that!” her movements began to stutter as she came, letting out the loudest, most lewd sounds you had heard her make recently. And you were just there for the ride, relishing in the taste of her on your lips as you cleaned them with your tongue.

Your hands massaged Chaeyoung’s thighs, calming her down from her orgasm. She dismounted from you, not wanting to sit on you any longer than she needed to. But as she laid down beside you, you could hear her heavy breathing. A laugh rumbled from you, and you two looked at each other.

“What?” she asked between breaths.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Better than I could’ve ever imagined actually.”

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l0v3tast3 · 10 months

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anyone else randomly daydream about captain price fucking his s/o against one of those windows and/or glass sliding doors where you can see out but people can’t see in ? no ? just me ?

i will be from now on, on a half-hourly basis. your brain is a genius anon mwah!!!!

of course john already has those windows in his house, installed before he even moved in. so naturally the idea forms pretty early on into your relationship, the thought of being so close but still far enough from being caught by not only strangers, but his neighbors, ones you'll live next to as well when you move in.

you'll be over one day, standing in front of the counter when john comes up behind you and his hands land on your sides, drifting to your stomach and just underneath your breasts. he'll bend down close to your ear and mumble sweet words, "y'look so cute in those shorts, darling. look cute in just about anything, really." you smile and turn around in his hold, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. with the question of what he thinks you look the best in, a chuckle slips past his lips, leaning down close to you. "think you look best in nothing, princess."

he'll lift you up onto the counter and eat you out there, ravenous for you and your sweet cunt. it's not long before he curls the two fingers he buries inside you and makes you cum, back arching while you shake and press your head against the cabinet door behind you.

while you're still in your post-orgasm haze he kisses his way back up your body to your lips, sweet and slow, coaxing you back from your high. john gently wraps your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, easily picking you up and walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room just a few steps away.

the cold glass makes you press into him with a little whine into his lips. he draws away and laughs a bit, adjusting his grip (just as easily with the support of the window) to hold you up with one hand to line his cock up with your drenched hole. it's a point he makes to keep eye contact with you when he first pushes into you, his head popping through your tight entrance and burrowing in deeper. john is obsessed with the way you gasp and whine, breathing getting quicker the closer he gets to brushing against your cervix. you dig your nails into his back and grip the cropped hair on the back of his head, tightening the hold of your legs around him; your only option is to let him use you as he pleases, holding on as well as you can while he picks up the pace.

"y'want them to see you like this?" he teases, the corner of his mouth quirking up as he feels your cunt squeeze him even harder. "want them to see how well you take me? hah, wish they could see in, don't you? c'mon darling, tell me you do. use your words like a good girl, just like i taught you."

you do your best to whine and nod your head up and down while he bounces you on his cock, already getting close enough to cumming again that words won't form anymore. it's not enough for him; john doesn't stand for disobedience, not in the army nor from you, even when he's got you all dumb and fucked out (especially then, just for the sake of being a tease). he'll bury himself back inside you balls-deep, stopping and planting a hand next to your head, leaning in until you're nose-to-nose.

"told y'to use your words, didn't i?"

you whimper and dig your nails in deeper, grip his hair harder, trying to rock your hips against his. "john- john, please-"

"not what i asked for, princess."

he can feel your face heat up further and watches as you try to remember what he asked for, brows furrowing and eyes misting up in a way that almost made his feel sorry.

"want them to- t'see me takin' your cock," you eventually whisper, shy and breathy. "wish they could see me- ah!" you're cut off by him starting the same fast, deep pace again.

"that's my girl."

#— ask!#— lilly writes! ♡#john price brainrot rlly is 24/7 #he's just so fjndsalkn #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #john price #captain john price #john price x reader #john price x female reader #john price x you #reader insert #john price smut #cod smut

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starlightsearches · 2 months

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Hi Star! Huge congratulations on your 2k milestone - it is so well deserved!!

Could I possibly get "Let's Hear it for the Boy" with our beloved ginger general?

Thank you so much and congrats again!!

Drunk / In Love

Track 3: Let's Hear It for the Boy by Deniece Williams - Give me a character and I'll write a short blurb or headcanons on how they would want you to show them that you love them.

General Hux x F! Reader / 📼 ✨ mixtape milestone ✨ 📼

Thanks for the request, my love! Sorry it took me so long!

The idiots from these two stories are back again. Sorry I'm obsessed with them (I'm not sorry at all). Warnings for some minor sexual content and weird consent issues!

Phasma said you were drunk.

What she failed to mention was how—how drunk you were, or how you ended up that way. It was only supposed to be a friendly dinner when Hux first suggested it (and didn't stop suggesting it until Phasma finally gave in).

He thought if you made connections here—even just one—that it might make you more comfortable being with him on this ship, and so far from anything familiar.

Although this might be too familiar.

He reaches the door to Phasma's quarters and they glide open automatically, programmed to recognize his approach. He sees Phasma seated at the table, out of uniform, a smirk playing on her wine-stained mouth.

Armitage is not prepared for the dark flash in his peripherals, or the arms around his neck.

Your embrace frightens him, and that alone is enough to leave him feeling hot, stomach swimming, even when he recognizes your touch on instinct. It has him weak at the knees, just this, has his heart in his throat as all the alarm and panic well up inside him, threatening to spill out.

Then your lips meet his.

There's been a handful of almost-affectionate moments shared between you. The brush of your hand as you wished him goodbye one morning. A kiss on the cheek that missed its target, landing at the edge of his lips.

But nothing like this.

Hux can feel your mouth shift against his, lips turning up at the corners, and the little laugh that passes through them—maybe at the way his hands hang limply at his sides, or the crop of perspiration blooming at his collar from the warmth of your skin, the smell of you. He can't make himself kiss you back, although he wants to.

He really, really wants to.

There's no malice in your eyes when you pull away—Armitage doesn't think you're capable of malice. You smile at him sweetly, taking his hands in both of yours.

"I missed you," you tell him, each word bleeding into the next, eyes half-lidded and hazy from whatever you'd been drinking, "did you miss me?"

"I- uh, yes," he answers—unavoidably honest—his eyes flitting towards Phasma, who's so pleased with herself it practically drips from her, hanging heavier on her shoulders than the armour she usually wears.

A hot anger floods through his stomach, spiked with acrid shame. He doesn’t need any witnesses to his inept attempts at marriage.

Your smile widens, every facet of you bursting with delight knowing that he’s missed you in the hours since you last spoke his name, and then he’s back in your embrace, the sound of sweet laughter in his ear.

He reaches out for something to brace himself on, and finds nothing. It takes everything in him to keep standing.

Armitage peels your arms from around his neck, putting a desperate inch of distance between himself and the press of your body.

"Why don't we let the captain get some rest?" he asks.

Your enthusiasm at the suggestion turns his stomach into knots.

He's able to usher you through the empty halls at a speed just short of a jog, one hand at your waist to keep you from stumbling, and the other wrapped firmly around your wrist to stop any further attempts at touching him.

And, though he can’t puzzle it out just yet—with the warmth of you still against him—he knows something is wrong with you. Something that wine alone could not bring on.

Armitage knows you don’t want him. Not like this.

Yet you practically drag him through the doors of your quarters, mouth planted against his before the mechanical lock whirs into place.

All the desire in him makes him sick—feverish and weak. His body shudders against yours, nerves trying to break through skin at the gentleness of your touch.

“Armitage,” you whine, pouty in a way he’s never heard before—always so polite and obliging when you’re sober, “kiss me back.”

He couldn’t refuse you, even if he wanted to, even though he knows it would be better for both of you—knows the way this memory will torture him endlessly, until the moment he dies. Maybe long after that.

But still, he cups your face in shaking hands, and presses his uncertain lips to yours.

And it’s nothing like all the times he’s thought about this—about taking you, feeling the warmth of your breath mingling with his own, pulling you tight against him with his arm at your waist and kissing, kissing, kissing you, until he tires of the feeling, until he rids himself of all his hideous need to be loved and to be wanted.

It’s nothing like he imagined because he’s terrified. Because he can’t manage to move the ways he wants to, tripping over his feet when you stumble deeper into his chambers. Because his stomach roils at the feel of your tongue against his stubbornly closed mouth, and his arms shake with the need to move, but his hands stay where he placed them, holding hard enough to bruise, pulling you closer with enough force that part of him wonders if he’s hurting you.

And still, your mouth on his, your wandering, eager hands.

The room spins; Armitage’s reason leaves him when his feet lift from the floor, your body underneath him, and below that the cushion of his bed molding you together.

Still kissing. Still you. Your hand, guiding his down the thrumming pulse of your neck, lower. Lower.

Armitage is on the other side of the bed before the thought of how wrong what he has done truly registers, his feet planted and one hand pushing back the fallen strands of his hair.

“Armitage?”

He curses the day you learned his name, curses the ill, vile part of him that wants to go back.

He clears his throat and finds it doesn’t steady him at all.

“You- you should get some rest, I think.”

Your movements are clumsy as you crawl to him on your knees, fighting against the thick bedspread and the fabric of your skirt. There’s a little huff on your lips when you reach him, eyes big and wide and brimming with glistening tears.

“Why don’t you want me?” you whisper, and tears well up to their breaking point, slipping down your cheeks.

Fuck. He wants to touch you, and knows it’s a terrible idea, palms aching beneath the leather he wears and hates—now more than ever when it keeps him from you. His hand reaches out against his will, hovering just out of reach of your skin and the tears he can’t manage to wipe away because, once again, he is the cause of all your suffering.

“You’re- you’re drunk, darling. You’ll feel better if you just-”

“No,” you tell him, pushing his hand away with your own, “why don’t you want me ever?”

Oh, gods. Armitage recoils like you’ve slapped him, the sting of those words and what they mean destroying everything—every moment he’s agonized over since he first saw you and knew you had to be his.

“You . . . you can’t possibly believe that.”

You nod your head, fists curled at your sides petulantly, and your stubbornness would make him laugh, if it weren’t so sad.

“I do,” he whispers, then swallows, reaching for your hand. You let him take it. It gives him something to look at, watching your elegant fingers intertwine with his. “I do, but I—”

How much of this will you remember? Even now, the idea of revealing this soft, vulnerable part of him strikes fear into his very core, has him wishing he could run, wishing he could escape the way your eyes flay him wide open.

Your hand against his chest, he can feel his own heartbeat meet the shapes of your fingertips, molding to you. Armitage meets your gaze, and as frightening as it is, there’s no part of him that could deny how deeply he craves it.

“Please forgive me,” he stutters, and there aren't words for him to explain everything he needs to, just the truth. “I am—oh, gods—I am a ruinous man.”

He watches you, the muscles working in your jaw, the way your brows pull together, examining him, weighing the assessment of himself that he’s offered to you.

“No,” you tell him, “no you’re not.”

He thinks you might kiss him again, as close as you are. Close enough for him to count each of your lashes, map the constellations you’ve hidden in your eyes.

You drop to the mattress instead, and the look you give him has him holding back a laugh, the mix of stubbornness and grudging deference that has Armitage wondering how hard it’s been for you to play at obedience in your union.

“You should change,” he tells you, just resting on the edge of the bed, “you’ll be more comfortable.”

It’s easier to talk to you when you’re like this. It has Armitage feeling like he’s the one intoxicated, and he is, in a way. Because what if this is your most honest self?

He didn’t think you could make him love you any deeper, but you’ve managed.

“Don’t care,” you mumble into the pillows, trying to brush him away with a waving hand. He takes it in his own.

“You’ll ruin your dress.”

There’s a look of intense focus on your face, and he wonders if you’ll refuse again. Maybe you don’t care about the dress either, although Armitage would be disappointed. It’s one of his favorites from your incredibly extensive wardrobe—a beautiful black and cream confection that always catches his eye.

But you shift instead, turning to look up at him. “Kiss me.”

Stars, not again. Not now, when the weakest parts of him are so palpable. “I- I don’t-”

You flop into a sitting position, hold a single finger up between your faces.

“One kiss,” you concede, “okay?”

He nods, despite himself. You wait patiently for his approach, still and hardly breathing through your parted lips as he slides closer. Armitage keeps his eyes open, and so do you, heavy as they are, watching the distance between your faces fade into nothing.

It’s not like the other times he’s kissed you, although all but one had happened only a few moments ago. You let him set the pace, his lips just barely brushing your own, a sigh bubbling up from deep inside his lungs. He can only offer a little more pressure before he’s lightheaded again, little bursts of light dancing across his vision.

He pulls back from what could hardly be called a kiss, and waits for your disappointment, for your insistence that he try again, that there must be something more, or better, that he’s kept from you.

Armitage doesn’t want you to know that there’s nothing else to hope for.

You don’t say a word about it though. Just flop your arms out in front of you, waiting, satisfied in your demands.

“Help me.”

And it passes like that, with more bribes in the form of barely-there presses of his lips to yours—a kiss for you to raise your arms as he slips something soft and oversized over your head, a kiss for you to clumsily remove the dress from underneath. A kiss to get you to leave him for a moment while he changed into his own night clothes after you’d begged and begged for him to spend the night beside you, and a kiss upon his return.

It feels like a lifetime of kisses to Armitage. He doesn’t know what that number would be for anyone else, but you’ve certainly exceeded it for him. He could die in his sleep tonight and have more than he ever deserved.

And now you’re curled up beside him a hand at his waist, your head on his chest. Armitage breathes, but only barely, hoping he won’t wake you.

The tension drains from him, his body the closest it’s been to relaxed in ages. He wonders if he should ask Phasma to invite you to dinner again.

He hopes the next time he kisses you, you'll be sober enough to remember it.

#armitage hux #armitage hux x reader #armitage hux x you #general hux x reader #general hux x you #my writing #starlightsearches mixtape milestone 📼

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stvrni0lo · 10 months

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𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

matt sturniolo x reader (fluff)

summary: following the hot summer weather, a thunderstorm brews as you look to matt for comfort and warmth

warnings/notes: none! lmk if i missed something though

requested?: no

> > >

The past few months had been scorching hot. Almost everyday was spent in shorts, bikinis, or crop tops - and a huge layer of sunscreen. The sun always blazed into the living room causing the beautiful rays to paint your furniture golden.

Yet with each passing day spent at the beach, the looming knowledge that a thunderstorm would soon follow grew stronger and stronger.

It’s not that you didn’t like storms, or even the rain, but loud noises had always scared you and LA storms were like no other. They were louder than your typical storms and the volume at which the rain smashed against the windows drowned out any other outside noises.

The streets looked almost apocalyptic - deserted and flooded. Trees were flailing about, causing the leaves and branches to let go of their homes, one by one.

Your kitchen was desaturated, a slight grey hue strewn across your apartment. The fear that something would leak somewhere crawled into your mind and your anxiety grew by the second. Today was already too stressful - a leak was the last thing you needed. Grabbing the popcorn you had just made, you made your way out of the kitchen and towards the couch.

Matt had decided to put on a movie for you two as your date night had gotten rudely interrupted by the storm. He suggested that you two watch a horror movie because apparently it was “too scenic not to”. Which, to be fair, it was true it that the weather was perfect for a scary movie.

On the other hand, you sort of wished that you could watch a silly romcom or something instead. Too embarrassed to admit to Matt that you were afraid to mix a horror movie with a thunderstorm, you decided to give in and let him find one to put on.

Making it to the living room, you plopped down next to him and placed the popcorn onto the coffee table in-front of you. Getting comfortable and snuggling into your shared blanket, you placed your head on Matt’s shoulder as you waited for him to press play on the movie.

A particularly loud clap of thunder sounded, and you all but jumped out of your skin at the sudden break in silence.

Matt rubbed your shoulder in comfort, chuckling at your startled state. “You okay?” he asked.

Not trusting your voice to not tremble, you simply nodded and cuddled further into him.

“We don’t have to watch the movie if you’re scared,” he stated, grabbing the popcorn from the table and placing it on his lap.

“I’m not scared,” you scoffed. There was no way you were about to admit to being afraid of a simple thunderstorm. So, with the last ounce of bravery that you could muster, you grabbed the remote and pressed play.

However, as time passed you seemed to regret not switching the movie to something more lighthearted. Every strike of lightning that flooded the room made you more and more tense. The boom of thunder that followed made your eyes squint shut in discomfort - how could anybody find this relaxing? It felt like a real life jump-scare each time.

It didn’t help that as soon as the thunder stopped, the movie’s score picked up and a creature popped onto the screen.

“Fuck,” you exclaimed, pausing the movie immediately. Your heart was hammering against your ribcage, and your breathing quickened in an attempt to get more air into your panicked body.

You expected Matt to laugh at your shocked state, but instead he grabbed your hands in his.

“Hey, baby,” he said trying to grab your attention.

Turning your dilated pupils towards him, you hummed in response. A simple ‘hm?’ was all you could really even muster.

“What’s wrong? You’re shaking.”

His warm hands found your back as he rubbed up and down, attempted to calm your body down. His other hand tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, hoping to offer some comfort to you.

Your eyes trailed to the window behind him, and you flinched as yet another bolt of lightning struck.

Matt’s eyes widened in realization.

“Is it the storm?” he asked, watching you nod. “I’m sorry I should’ve realized sooner.”

Putting the popcorn back onto the table, he scooted closer to you, wrapping you up fully in the blanket and hugging you close to his chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me? You know you can talk to me about anything,” he whispered. His hands caressed your head, making sure to push any stray hairs away from your forehead.

“It’s- I was embarrassed,” you admitted, shoulders relaxing against him.

You could feel Matt make a noise of disbelief next to you.

“I’m not here to judge you. I’d rather you admit that you’re scared of cotton candy than have you deal with it on your own and be uncomfortable.”

You let out a little laugh of amusement, tilting your head to look up at him. His ocean blue eyes were soft as he scanned your face, his hand moving down to rest upon your cheek.

Thumb grazing across your lip, he leaned down to give you a peck.

“You don’t have to be afraid when I’m here, okay?” he mumbled against your lips. “I’ll always be there to protect you from the big bad storms,” Matt added, trying to bring some humour to the situation.

Upon seeing you smile, his own grin appeared on his face soon after. Your head found his chest once again as you sat in silence. His hands squeezed you to him each time the thunder clapped and in the warmth of his embrace, you almost forgot of the storm completely.

“Does this mean we can change the movie?” you asked.

“One hundred percent,” said Matt, reaching for the remote and exiting out of the current movie.

You watched his eyes flick from movie to movie, the blue light illuminating his gentle features. Of course, he was always pretty, but right now he looked like the most beautiful boy in the world to you.

“Hey, Matt?” you whispered.

“Hm?”

“Thank you for being here.”

He turned to give you his sweet smile, rubbing your shoulder. “Always.”

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo #matthew sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo

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sturnsslut · 14 days

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sleepover - chris sturniolo

a/n : um i usually write on wp so i don’t really know what im doing but here’s this anyways 😭

contains - dom!chris x sub!reader , pet names, teasing, swearing, fingering, slight choking, sneaky

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me and nick sturniolo had been best friends for almost 4 years now , and i had the BIGGEST crush on his brother , chris. of course i would never tell him , but i had a feeling he already sorta knew . ever since i told nick about my crush on chris , he has been teasing me NON STOP about it for almost 2 years. and he's always feeding into my delusions , even tho im trying to get over him.

anyway nick is constantly telling me how chris is always asking when im coming over next, how he's always talking about me , how he's starring at me when im not looking, things like that.

i don't believe any of it, but i wish. anyways i was bored, and it was Saturday so i thought i could call nick to have him come over so we could hangout , because if i saw chris, this whole " getting over him " thing would go right back to stage one. i got out my phone and pulled up nicks contact to invite him to come over , because ill be damned if all a bitch does is watch netflix alone on a saturday night.

iMessage

twin 💗 - nick

me - (you obv) 😭

NICKKK

i miss you sm

can you come over pls

i wanna hangout

twin 💗

TWIN I MISS YOUUU

I would but matt isn't here

so there isn't anyone to drive me

you can come over here thoooo

fuck. i tossed my phone to the side and let out a loud sigh , why can't anything work out in my favor ?? i picked up my phone and texted back nick.

well maybe you should get a license 😒

IM JUST KIDDINGGGG

twin 💗

Shut up bitch

you don't have one either

now come onnn

you can see ur man 😱

i hate you

im omw

twin 💗

😘

i texted my older brother and asked him if he could take me to nicks, which i didn't want to because he was at work and i didnt wanna wait but, oh well. he said he'd take me and so about an hour later he came home and told me he was waiting outside.

i threw on whatever, not really caring considering the fact i thought i was going to be in nicks room the entire time i was there. i put on blue plaid pajama pants and a black crop top with an oversized grey jacket, and some random slippers.

i packed my bag and ran outside, thanking him for the ride. a few minutes later i was at the sturniolos house.

i knocked on the door expecting nick, but of fucking course , it was chris.

" um hey." i said awkwardly, looking down at him.

"hey pretty. nicks in his room" he replied and opened the door further for me to walk in. i brushed past him and accidentally got a little too close. like i touched his dick type of too close.

i heard him groan silently as i walked past, making my way to nicks room.

fast forward a few hours , me and nick were watching a movie when he passed out.

i was gonna go and hangout with matt, but then i remembered he still wasn't back yet from wherever the fuck he was at, so with nothing else to do, i just decided to go to sleep right alongside nick.

i remember randomly waking up around 2AM for no reason but feeling hungry, so i made my way to the kitchen and got a freezer meal or wtv tf

i heat it up in the microwave and while i'm waiting , i decide to just get comfortable and lean on the counter while i scroll on my phone.

i'm about to shut off my phone when i hear something "nick?" i whisper shouted because i was slightly startled by the noise

there was no answer , i just shrug my shoulders and continue scrolling on my phone, when i suddenly feel two warm hands on my waist.

i jumped but not enough to move, i turn around to chris with his hands resting on my waist , looking at me with an indescribable look.

"what..are you doing?" i said flustered, turning my head to look at him , but again not enough to move our bodies any further apart.

"nothing..just can't sleep." he replied

god , his sleepy voice was literally going to make me bust.

" okay.." i say confused and go back to scrolling on my phone. i feel him rest his head on shoulder

" what are you watching "

" just t.." my voice trailed off as i realized i could feel that he had a big ass boner, and he was wearing only sweatpants

i struggled to get my words out because of the situation i was in, so i just ignored the question.

i felt him smirk and her closer to me, him getting more hard the closer he gets, with his hands still on my waist.

"what..you like the way this feels mama?" he says slipping his hands down into the front of my pants, but not fully.

"i.." i could barley speak due to the uncontrollable amount of flips my stomach was doing

"use your words ma." he says getting closer to me, his boner now fully on my ass

i'm gonna bust was literally my thought process. i was nervous, but of course im gonna do what he tells to.

"yea.." i say now slightly arching my back

he turns me to face him, so now im leaning against the counter and facing chris.

he takes one of his hands and guides it up to my face, "do you really."

"yeah" i let out a breathy moan and he smirks leaning closer to me, holy shit. no way this is happening.

he kisses me and i kiss him, he moves his hand down to my neck as we make out, the kiss turns into a sloppy make out, and he picks me up and i wrap my legs around him, he sets me on the counter so im perfectly aligned with his waist, as we're still making out

he starts leaving kisses on my neck and i grab his hair as he does so, leaving a trail of hickeys.

" fuck " i slightly whisper , this felt so good.

he stopped for a moment before placing one hand on my waist and the other in my pants

" you ready ?" i nodded desperately, not being able to use my words because of how badly i needed him.

he stuck two fingers inside of me and i grabbed onto the back of his shirt in pleasure

" damn ma your so wet ..all for me? how long have you been waiting for this mama "

i nodded, physically not being able to speak because of how good his fingers felt inside me.

" use your words. how long. " he demanded , grabbing my chin making me look him in the eyes

i paused, not wanting to me too loud. " damn ma, you like how i touch you that much you can't speak ?"

" t..two years " i struggled to push out those simple words. this man knew what he was doing with his hands.

" come on baby, if you were horny you could've told me. i would've helped you with ease. " he said, stopping for a second

" i didn't think you were into me. " i admitted

" really? i thought it was obvious. everytime you came over to see nick i would get hard just looking at you..i've been waiting for this moment a while to ma. "

he moved his fingers in and out of me again without warning, and i moaned a little too loud.

"watch your volume pretty girl..i'd hate for me to have to stop cause you couldn't control yourself "

i nodded agreeably, and trust me when i listened. i'd waited for this moment almost 2 years , i wasn't gonna let anything ruin it.

his fingers continued to move in and out of me at a rapid pace for another 2 minutes , and i felt myself start to get close

"chris...i'm close" that's when he took his fingers out of me and i caught my breath for a moment.

he took his dick out of his pants and it sprung out instantly. when i looked down, my jaw dropped.

he was easily a good 9 inches, and that was just a guess. i'm so screwed.

he stroked himself and laughed when he saw the look of surprise on my face. " what ? all your other little boyfriends had a small cock ?" he teased

i pulled my pants down further so chris had easier access. he got closer, until our noses were basically touching. "you ready ma" i nodded eagerly , because of how close we were, i felt his cock literally in between my thighs. " yes, yes i am just please fuck me " he smirked and put one of his hands on my waist , the other holding his dick. "you sure?" he asked me again, me giving the same answer.

and with that, he shoved in only 7 inches , just to see if i could take him or not. i gasped but covered my mouth because i remember what he said about keeping quiet.

" good girl " he smirked at me again, then shoving the entire 9 inches in me. i put my hands under his shirt, leaving scratches all down his back

" fuck mama..your so tight" he said pausing in between sentences

i could barley speak, but i wanted more. i managed to get two words out , "faster..please" i begged

" more already? alright ma..."

he thrusted in and out of me even faster than before, about a minute goes by before i felt that knot build up in my stomach.

" chris.." i paused before my next sentence, remembering that i had to be quiet "im close."

" not yet pretty girl.. please- mmm fuck you feel so good. "

i giggled slightly, before telling him how we should switch positions if he didn't want me to finish so soon.

" you got it mama. " and with that, he took me off of the counter and set me down, bending me over the counter instead.

he grabs my hips and lines me up, " you ready? you know i just gotta ask" he asks

i could feel his tip touching me, he was definitely teasing. well if he wants to tease..i can do it to.

"hm not yet..i need to catch my breath" i teased and move my waist slightly, feeling his tip against me

" how bout now?" he asks eagerly

"i don't know .." i answer, he's like a needy child , how cute

" mama please ..i need you so bad. "

" im ready " and with that he slams his entire 9 inch dick inside of me , going faster than before

" you think it's funny for you to tease me ? is it because you know you take me so well ?"

his sleepy voice..fuck.

" fuck..sorry" i say , i couldn't even think cause he was fucking me so good.

he grabbed my neck from behind and thrusted faster , that's when i knew i was close.

" chris , i cant ..im gonna-" im cut off by my release , letting it all go , and man i came hard.

" im almost there ma...in or out"

i mean, i was on the pill. " in , cum inside me please."

" mm..you got it pretty " he releases , and i feel his warm cum inside me , best feeling ever btw.

now we're both just leaning against the counter , heavy breathing, sweaty, looking at each other " you took me so good mama."

this man was really tryna make me nut for a 2nd time huh..i grabbed the food id forgotten about out of the microwave and made my way back to nicks room.

" goodnight chris. " i say with a smirk " goodnight ma." he says smirking back at me

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a/n: umm !! don’t know if i like this but i have something coming soon for the matt girlies 🤗

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolos #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #smut #christopher sturniolo #x reader #sneaky #chris x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #smut writing

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tiyawnyana · 4 months

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Kinkmas : Day 2

Titty Fucking

A/N: love me some big tittied ladies this ones got some honkers

Pairing: Ao'nung x Fem! Human reader

Warnings: scenting, tit play, nipple play, tit fuck, cumming on chest, cum eating

"Ao'nung, stop!" You chuckle, trying to back out of his grip. He only tugs you close again, a muffled 'No' in response as he's nuzzling his face back into your chest. You sigh, putting down the beads you were working with to lightly wrap your arms around his shoulders.

He kisses your collarbone sweetly, huffing against your skin as his hands grip your hip and lower back,"Missed you."

You chuckle softly,"You were only out for a 2 day hunt, yawntutsyìp."

"Too long," he grumbles, kissing over your shoulder. He was so happy to see you over time become more comfortable, even able to wear some of the tops that showed your midsection,"You're so perfect, my lovely tawtute."

You giggle when he presses a nipping kiss to your neck, tickling you. He kisses more sensually, mouth moving up to kiss your jaw where the frame of mask you have on ends.

"Wish I could kiss you, your lovely lips and cheeks," he noses over your temple, scenting you.

You smile soft, wishing the same but soon you're distracted as his hands travel upwards, thumbing over your ribs.

"You're soft, so soft and sweet under my hands," he purrs, mouthing at your shoulder,"Smell so sweet."

"Hey-"

He's just as quick to stop your train of thought as he kisses over the top of your breasts,"Hm?"

You sigh shakily, eyes fluttering as that warmth coils up hot below your belly. Your thighs clench, to which he realizes and smells your scent from between your thighs.

His hands gently move up to cup either side of your boobs, wrapping around them as his thumbs hook beneath them. A shiver rolls down your spine and you bite your lip lightly.

"Can I?" His voice is soft, eyes boring into yours. You nod quickly, almost embarrassed by your own eagerness, but thankfully he just grins softly before tugging the cropped tank top over your head. He groans at the sight of your chest, so foreign but so lovely. He fondles them gently, holding them in his big hands as if he were worshipping you. It wasn't too far from the usual.

He kisses over your chest, trailing down to one of your perked up nipples before kissing that too, tongue peaking out to lick gently.

You jolt, gasping at the familiar feeling of his textured tongue.

"Mmph, fuck," you sigh, watching him as your face heats up.

He tugs the nipple between his lips, sucking and licking over it, then teasing it with his teeth.

You moan lowly, hands tugging at his curls as you pull him off of you. He groans in disagreement but looks at you questioningly.

You bite your lip before pushing at his shoulders,"Can you get up on the bed? I want to- uh.. try something."

His ears perk at that, but he listens, turning to sit down, feet pressing flat to the marui floor.

"And take off your tewng," you ask,"Please."

He chuckles softly, untying it and tugging it off of his body. You can't help but peek at him, face going hotter if possible as he sits back on his palms, cock hard and pulsing between his thighs. He smirks in your direction.

You quickly move to your crafting station, pulling out the impromptu lube you made from various lotions, moving back over to him while tugging your top completely off of the mask cords.

You kneel before him and he swallows thickly.

"What is this thing you wish to try?"

You only grin teasingly,"You'll see."

Your touch is soft over his thighs, trailing up and gently touching over his engorged length. You shimmy closer, moving his thighs further apart whilst tugging at his hip to move closer to the edge of your bed. You bring your chest closer, breasts pressed against his inner thighs.

You grip your breasts, pressing them together around his cock and he moans shakily, gazing down at you in awe. You know by now that your face is redder from embarrassment, but you couldn't ignore the wetness seeping through your underwear.

You're just as quick to grip the lotion, pouring it over your chest. It drips down between yours breasts, coating his cock. You then grip them, tightening them around his length once more and grinning innocently up at him.

"C'mon, yawntutsyìp," you watch his eyes widen even moreso,"Fuck my chest."

He gives an experimental thrust, biting his lower lip hard whilst gripping the fabrics beneath him until his knuckles go pale. He huffs shakily, groaning low in the back of his throat as he begins a steady roll of his hips, cock almost pulsing against your skin.

"C'mon, yawntutsyìp," you speak sweetly,"Show me how much you missed me."

He keens, stomach muscles tightening as he pants harshly. He speeds up his pace,"I'm- unf, I'm sorry," he almost whines,"I can't- I'm not going to last long-"

"Don't worry about that, my love," You coo softly,"Want to see you cum."

He poorly stifles a whimper, moaning lowly when you wrap your arms around your breasts to tighten them around him.

"You're so beautiful-" He moans shakily, gazing down at you again with that look. His cheeks are flushed, a light sheen of sweat forming across his skin. His hips buck up, speeding up significantly.

"I'm sorry- oh, Eywa-" his eyes clench shut, unable to watch as he finally cums across your chest. His abs tighten, body jerking upwards with a hard hump that almost knocks you back, but you grip his hip.

It splatters up, hitting your neck and the underside of your jaw before dripping down your chest. There's a lot, too, spilling over your hardened nipples.

He thrusts a few more times before finally slowing to a stop, gasping for breath. He lazily opens his eyes, only to groan at the sight of you before him, breasts covered in his cum. He only wishes he didn't fear breaking you as much, wanting cum all across your skin so no other male tried to court you.

"Come, yawne, let me clean you," he speaks tenderly, helping you stand and having you straddle his lap. He ducks his head, licking over your cum covered nipple before grinning at you cockily.

"Missed you too much to be done after only that."

A/N: he's such a puppy I love him

Tags: @akoyaxs @vee1728

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar imagine #avatar smut #avatar way of water #ao'nung smut #avatar12daysofkinkmas #aonung

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sugojosgf · 15 days

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3some w shoko and utahime 🦪

degradation + switch reader, obvs threesome

“Hey sweets, are you enjoying this ?” Shoko draws out, lips pulled into a lazy smirk. Sure, you were just sitting on the couch, hands clasped tightly. you should be comfortable enough.

you should be comfortable but your body burns almost feverishly, your eyes unmoving and throat parched. you were desperate, so thirsty and you know if you used the right words, you could be satiated.

“I would like it if you used your words.” she says in a sickeningly sweet voice, you know its dancing between the line of an order or a request. So you swallow the lump in your throat, and look at her with all the desire you could muster in your eyes.

“I promise I'm enjoying this.”

Shoko almost coos at your cuteness, wide eyed and throat bobbing with fervour.

“Isn't she such a good girl, Iori ?”

A small yelp leaves your mouth, when pretty utahime lols her head back, staring at you upside down. Shoko thrusts her fingers deeper and whatever response utahime had in her throat came out as a high-pitched moan.

From her angle, you couldn't see much except for shoko's fingers disappearing into utahime's skirt which would result in a sob or a groan. She would whimper and thrash around till shoko stopped to silence her.

“My girlfriends are so unresponsive today,” shoko sighs before bringing her big hands, spreading utahime's legs further.

“I asked if you think she is a good girl ?” her skirt hikes up and you can see her milky thighs, so pliant but movement restricted with the lingerie shoko had gifted.

“Y/N, s’ good.” she whimpers.

And God, the noises your ears strain to hear make you go red. So wet, so vulgar, and you wanted more.

“Can’t even complete your sentence, fucking slut.”

you almost moaned even if it wasn’t directed at you.

"Wetting my fingers like a bitch in heat."

you choke on your own spit, and feel your panties getting wetter. your hands play with your shirt just so you don't actually touch yourself and disappoint shoko.

Utahime sobs at those words, "only for you, iei-, I’m so wet only for-”

Even before she can complete the sentence, shoko pulls her hand away with a squelch and shoves her fingers into her mouth.

“Taste yourself.”

And the scene that ensues feels straight from porn, utahime hollows her mouth, her plump lips shining with her own messy arousal. She sucks like she is trying to bleed shoko dry with her mouth- Her tongue making it's way till her knuckles.

“So sick in the head that you are actually enjoying this. What will people think when they see the kyoto school's student supervisor spread out like this begging to be fucked ?”

She spits and utahime's thighs shake and tries to bracket shoko's hips. She whimpers so softly you almost want to walk over to the bed and fuck her so you can relieve her from her whining.

“baby..." shoko draws out, looking at you. "are you grinding against the couch ? Did I say that you are allowed to do that?”

you never realised your were doing that, you just wanted to touch yourself already.

“Please.”

“Oh aren't you precious, asking for permission.”

She then arches her back to bend down, not before ripping of utahime's skirt off her, and begins to eat her out.

you wish you could have a better look, seeing shoko's tongue disappearing into her pale folds, making a dripping mess on clean sheets.

“C’mere.”

shoko slurs, face a complete mess, lips coated with shine and you want to kiss her hard.

you get up almost immediately, crawling almost pathetically towards them. The sounds in the room don't get any quieter. utahime moans like she hasn’t been fucked in centuries and shoko heaves and sighs, drowning in the taste like it was elixir.

“Strip.” shoko commands as she sees you stand shyly next to the bed.

you have never done anything so fast, you barely take any time to remove your flimsy crop top and the denim pants that dug into your hips.

“My baby is so pretty like this, do you want to be touched ?” she asks, praising you just as always. Her lips ghost your chapped ones and you whimper into the kiss.

“Yes, please.”

“So polite, do you think you will be able to make me cum ? if you can, i'll let you too.”

you nod your head too fast once again.

“So pretty for me like this.”

you tug on the straps of shoko's top. When the straps fall, you are met with the most beautiful pair of tits waiting to be ravished,

So you do exactly that, suck on them, litter them with bruises and play with them with your fingers squeezing her soft skin.

The moans that she lets out are just affirmations for you to continue.

shoko begins to squirm and her fingers play with utahime's clit, making her squirm too. you begin to tug on shoko's sweats so you can finally be where you want.

your shy hands make way to her dripping pussy and touch her softly through her panties. getting bolder when her voice gets louder.

“sweetheart, fuck me already.”

and who are you to deny her ?

you begin to work your fingers, rubbing her clit and pushing in completely to see the way shoko arches and moans.

She grinds herself onto your fingers while you apply more pressure to her aching clit.

you know shoko is close when you latch your mouth onto her tits again and play with her nipples using your tongue.

shoko grits her teeth together as her orgasm crashes, and she leaves your hand dripping with her juices.

“You were so good for me, weren’t you?”

She speaks into your mouth when she brings you for a kiss, exploring your soft mouth, wet and needy.

Her hands go down to touch you through your lingerie when your steamy makeout session is interrupted by a whine.

“I don’t pay attention to you for a minute and you are whining like a whore. Never learnt to shut the fuck up, have you ?”

you would’ve cried and apologised and begged shoko to fuck you until she did, wrapped on her lap, if you were in utahime's position.

Instead utahime deepens her pout and lets her tongue coat her lips with a layer of spit making it gleam and inviting.

“My mouth is so lonely though, ieiri.”

Something snaps and the next second you are being hoisted to sit on utahime's face, shutting her up efficiently.

you begin to ride her face when her tongue peeks out to lick your clit, nose pressed against your folds.

shoko's tight hold on your hips leaves you with the opportunity to grope utahime's tits, exposed with her unbuttoned shirt.

“You like this so much don't you ? mouth filled with pussy ?” you whimper groaning when you feel utahime moan underneath you. She knows you are close when your thighs clamp against her head almost involuntarily.

you come with a shuddered groan, breathing heavily and tears gathered on your lashes.

“Felt s’good.”

you mumble too tired, flopping next to utahime so you can press kisses against her face.

Meanwhile , shoko moved down to lick and finger utahime open. Her thick fingers plunge into her, the sound of her dripping cunt loud and clear in the room.

her soft cries fill the room as you bring your hands down to touch her pretty clit as shoko filled her.

utahime comes with a reedy cry, giggling as she hits her high.

“You both did so well.” shoko says before falling right in between you both, bodies pressing close together as you three drift away.

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superfam · 1 year

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THE SUPERMAN STARTER READING LIST

SO – you want to read Superman comics, but you’re intimidated by the near-century of history this character has. Or, you’ve read a few comics with him, but you want to go back to the basics to understand his character and the mythology surrounding him. There are so many continuities, origin stories, and standalones – where do you start? Well…

[Image ID: a cropped edit of the Superman ‘78 #3 variant cover by Lee Weeks, showing Lois Lane sitting on the letters of the Daily Planet globe, and Clark flying above her in his Superman costume, reaching out to take her hand. Hand-written next to them is: "THE SUPERMAN STARTER READING LIST", and hand-written in the bottom right corner is: "by MYTHIC / superfam.tumblr.com". End ID.]

This list isn’t intended to be a full, comprehensive guide to Superman’s decades of history, but a curated taster of Clark Kent in the comics medium. It aims to show you a variety of interpretations from different authors of different contexts, but with the broad goal of helping newcomers understand the heart of the character. Not every comic is able to sum up all aspects of Superman, and some could be argued to miss certain points, but each one has been selected for this list for the goal of conveying the history and breadth of his interpretations.

It’s intended to be accessible to both long-dedicated comics fans and people who are new to the DC universe, or even the medium as a whole. As such, new fans are welcome to enjoy each story as a standalone interpretation.

Please understand that this list is built from my own experience with the character, and I don’t claim it to be better or worse than any other – it’s just one way to approach his history. Essentially, I’m attempting to create the sort of list I wish I had access to when first reading Superman comics. I highly encourage the reader to form their own interpretations of each work.

With all that out of the way, please enjoy!

[Image ID: An edit of Gary Frank's artwork from Superman: Secret Origin. A slightly battered Clark in his Superman outfit embraces Jimmy with his right arm and Lois with his left. All three are smiling. The background, which depicts a disaster scene and a defeated Lex Luthor chained to a building, is covered in a translucent blue overlay. Hand-written next to Clark is: "ORIGINS". End ID.]

SUPERMAN: SECRET ORIGIN #1-6 (2009-2010) Geoff Johns & Gary Frank

Just a couple years before the 2011 reboot of the DC Universe, a new definitive origin story was created for a Superman post-Infinite Crisis (a major event which had changed the status quo of the multiverse).

Secret Origin is only six issues long, and a great, efficient introduction to Clark Kent and Superman. It focuses on telling Clark’s origins from his own perspective, as a hero but also simply as a person. It also does a good job of setting up important supporting characters including Lois, Jimmy, Perry, and Lex.

SUPERMAN: BIRTHRIGHT #1-12 (2003-2004) Mark Waid, Leinil Francis Yu & Gerry Alanguilan

Though replaced by Secret Origin only a few years later, Birthright was written as the definitive origin story to overwrite Byrne’s 1986 reboot of the character. It was intended to bring Superman into the new century, and be more consistent with his modern interpretations. It is also influenced by the popularity of the TV series Smallville.

Birthright is longer and covers aspects of the Superman mythos in further depth, including dynamics between Clark, Lex, and the city of Metropolis, kryptonite, and Krypton in general. Due to its extended length, it also covers more on Clark’s relationship with his powers and heritage.

I highly recommend reading both modern preboot origins to experience different interpretations with different influences and intentions, even only a few years apart.

[Image ID: An edit of Tim Sale's artwork from Superman: For All Seasons. On the right, Clark lies on his bed, looking to the left with a wistful expression and with a hand on his dog curled up next to him. The background, which is his cluttered bedroom in Smallville, is overlaid with translucent grey. Hand-written to the left of Clark is: "INTROSPECTION". End ID.]

SUPERMAN SMASHES THE KLAN #1-3 (2019) Gene Luen Yang & Gurihiru

This standalone story is set in 1946, and primarily draws upon the Golden and Silver Ages as inspiration. It’s an adaptation of an episode of The Adventures of Superman radio series, “The Clan of the Fiery Cross”, which famously dealt a major hit to the KKK’s operations in America by influencing public perceptions.

The story follows Clark as well as siblings Roberta and Tommy, two Chinese-American kids who have recently moved to the Metropolis suburbs, as they uncover and fight a local chapter of the KKK. The story explores themes of immigrant identity and self-acceptance in Clark and the kids’ narratives – it presents important concepts from Superman’s history, straight from the heart of his character, in a really effective way.

SUPERMAN: FOR ALL SEASONS #1-4 (1998) Jeph Loeb & Tim Sale

This miniseries has four issues, each corresponding to a season and narrated by an important person in Clark’s life (in order: Jonathan ‘Pa’ Kent, Lois Lane, Lex Luthor, Lana Lang). Tim Sale’s beautifully detailed and expressive art captures the complex emotions drawn out by having your life touched by Clark Kent, which works really well with the personal, confessional style of the narration. It’s a very intimate work.

It’s a great insight into both the triumphs and very personal struggles of Clark through the inner voices of some of the most important people in his life, and captures what makes his character work really well.

FOR THE MAN WHO HAS EVERYTHING (SUPERMAN (1939) ANNUAL #11) (1985) Alan Moore & Dave Gibbons

This is a single-issue annual from right before the DC universe was rebooted, and (unsurprisingly for Moore) explores some philosophical and ideological questions regarding the Man of Steel. On his ‘birthday’, Superman falls prey to an alien organism called The Black Mercy, which feeds on its victims while keeping them complacent with vivid hallucinations of their greatest desires. Clark hallucinates a still-living Krypton, which he is a part of – but perhaps not everything is perfect.

SUPERMAN: BRAINIAC (ACTION COMICS #866-870) (2008) Geoff Johns & Gary Frank

Before retelling Superman’s beginnings in Secret Origin, Johns and Frank collaborated on this story arc which massively changes the status quo, partially by reintroducing a variety of pre-Crisis concepts including the original Brainiac and the bottled city Kandor. If you liked Secret Origin, you’ll probably like this one.

As this is our first story arc rather than self-contained story, it has more references to the ongoing continuity but is still easy enough to understand without that context. This story also prominently features Kara Zor-El as Supergirl and expands on some cosmic lore and Krypton in general.

SUPERMAN: UP IN THE SKY #1-6 (2019-2020) Tom King & Andy Kubert

This is an accessible, self-contained exploration of the extent of Superman’s moral fibre, following Clark as he attempts to save a single girl who was abducted from Earth and taken into space. It’s quite abstract at points with the questions it asks about themes of compassion and commitment, which I think is conveyed particularly well in the panelling and artwork.

[Image ID: An edit of Frank Quitely's artwork from All Star Superman. Clark in his Superman outfit is flying with his arms outstretched. The top half of his face is cut off. The background is an abstract depiction of the heart of the sun, and has been overlaid with a translucent orange. Handwritten beneath Clark is: "INTERPRETING AND RE-INTERPRETING". End ID.]

THE K-METAL FROM KRYPTON (drafted 1940, restored 2004-2011) Jerry Siegel & Joe Shuster Studio

The K-Metal from Krypton is an unpublished and unfinished comic from 1940, written by Superman creator Jerry Siegel, and drafted by the studio of the other Superman creator, Joe Shuster. After being lost for decades, the story has slowly been recovered and restored by Superman fans.

Though this one is much more unconventional than the other items on the list, I think it’s extremely important to Superman’s history and generally understanding him as a character. It comes from a time when creative control of their character was being taken from Siegel and Shuster, and though it is unknown why this story was unpublished, that’s a major point of context to keep in mind.

This draft sets up the predecessor to kryptonite in the Superman comics – “K-Metal” – and also contains a scene where Clark reveals his identity to Lois, and they agree to be partners in helping others. This is a major departure from the status quo of Clark keeping his secret from Lois as she tries to uncover it, which would continue for the rest of the Golden and Silver Ages.

The restoration effort can be read online: http://theages.superman.nu/k-metal/splash.php

THE MAN OF STEEL #1-6 (1986) John Byrne & Dick Giordano

This limited series is the immediate post-Crisis origin story and reinvention of Superman. It wasn’t put in the Origins section because I think from a modern perspective it shouldn’t be an introduction to Clark, but rather something you read to understand the history of his character.

It originated major changes in the Superman mythology, some of which have become instilled in it (such as Lex Luthor and Lois Lane’s modern characterisations), and others which have been forgotten or discarded.

One major thing is the great effort this origin made to make Clark American over being Kryptonian… Byrne has expressed great distaste of portrayals of Superman which emphasise his immigrant identity, and that should be kept in mind while critically reading this work.

ALL-STAR SUPERMAN #1-12 (2005-2008) Grant Morrison & Frank Quitely

Arguably the most critically acclaimed Superman comic, this has been saved for late in the list as I believe it’s enhanced with more context of and experience with Clark. This is a series which explores the nature of storytelling and legacy, which was created with the aim of creating a timeless Superman story.

When Superman learns he will soon die, what does he reflect on? What does he change? This is heavily inspired by, and is a love letter to, Silver Age Superman.

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE MAN OF TOMORROW? (SUPERMAN #423 & ACTION COMICS #583) (1986) Alan Moore, Curt Swan & George Pérez

Written in the wake of Crisis on Infinite Earths, this is another story about Superman ‘dying’, and is essentially a great mediation on and send-off to the Silver Age incarnation of the character. It refers to itself as an “imaginary” story, and can be seen as one concrete ending for this version of Clark Kent and the rest of the Superman characters, in a medium with few.

It can be found in a collection with For the Man Who Has Everything.

SUPERMAN: RED AND BLUE #1-6 (2021) Various

To finish off our starter reading list, let’s move from Superman’s end to his future. This is an anthology of short stories from various authors and artists, exploring a spread of visions of the Man of Tomorrow.

I think it’s an appropriate end for this starter exploration of Clark Kent’s many interpretations! As with all anthologies, it has its ups and downs in quality, but as a whole I truly believe it captures the heart of this character.

Thank you for reading all this way. I really hope this reading list helps you delve into the character of Superman and inspires you to read further beyond what I’ve suggested here.

Most of all, I hope it helps at least some people grow to love Clark Kent as much as I have.

A PDF version of this reading list is available here.

#it is finally here #my stupid 1600 word reading list #if you requested suggestions then this is your fault lmao #i put all my love of clark into this #i hope its useful #and feel free to send asks with any questions i will be happy to expand #took a long time to edit my ramblings down to this stage lmao #original #reading list #supers #kal #my writing #clark kent #superman #dc #dc reading list #superman reading list #the superman starter reading list

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thinlyq · 7 months

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Ana Quotes

You decide once and for all that you aren’t going to eat. There are no further decisions.

The secret of success is the consistency to pursue.

Don’t do anything today that you’ll regret tomorrow.

The hungrier you are, the more fat you burn.

I’m not starving myself, I’m perfecting my emptiness.

Thin is forever.

The only freedom left is the freedom to starve.

Pain is only as real as you allow it to be.

Nothing can’t be fixed with hunger and weight loss.

You cannot taste perfection. You feel it.

Hunger won’t betray you like eating will.

Do not give up what you want most for what you want at the moment.

You have to do stuff that average people don’t understand because those are the only good things.

Every time you say “No thank you” to food, you say “Yes please” to thin.

Thin is beautiful. Even thinner is perfection.

I’m a teenage drama queen. I’ll throw up my guts for self esteem.

Denying yourself food is not true deprivation; never being thin is.

I want my collar bones and hips to be as strong as my mind.

The difference between Want and Need is Self Control.

Fat lasts longer than flavour.

A moment on the lips, forever on the hips.

It’s not a diet, its a lifestyle.

Don’t just dream about the change; make the change and be the change. No one will do it for you.

Those skinny girls you envy… When you see them in the cafe, at the mall, at a party, are they eating? No. So, what makes you think you should?

You know what that means? When our tummy is hungry and you don’t give it food, it begins to eat away at your stored fats. Eat away tummy, eat away…

The greasy fry, it does not lie, the truth is written on your thigh.

Food is temptation, once you overcome temptation, you can do anything.

I don’t care if it hurts, I want to have control. I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul.

It’s always better to fade into nothingness than to have a cheeseburger clog your artery.

If I eat anything, I'll eat everything, so I eat nothing.

I'm not yet a winner. I could be thinner. So I must go throw up dinner.

A flat stomach is nice, but a concave one is perfect.

A woman can never be too blonde, too rich, or too thin!

Those bones don't mean I'm skinny, they mean there's more to lose

Ask me to show you perfect and I will show you a thin person

Blessed are the starving, for they shall teach us not to want.

What the scale says is the most important thing.

Being thin and not eating are signs of true willpower and success.

Like a plant, surely the body can be trained to exist on nothing - to take it's nourishment from the air.

If you have weight to lose, lose it. It wouldn't be there if you weren't supposed to lose it.

Every time I have the opportunity to eat, I have the strength to refuse.

An ordinary girl, an ordinary waist - but ordinary's just not good enough today.

Know that the pain will pass... when it passes... you will be stronger, happier, and more aware.

Everything I want to be, I am, only buried under a layer of fat.

Ana, my friend, my companion.

My scale is never happy, neither am I.

Eat to live, don't live to eat.

Good girls don't swallow.

Just say no and keep your mouth closed.

Thou shall not eat fattening foods without punishing oneself afterwards.

If you wish to grow thinner, diminish your dinner, And take to light claret instead of pale ale; Look down with an utter contempt on butter, And never touch bread till it’s toasted - or stale.

I strive for perfection, I drive myself on that. My dream may be far off, but each kilo that falls off, I am one step closer than before. Knowing I am getting closer, gives me energy to keep going. So I do not give up.

An imperfect body reflects an imperfect person.

Food is a hinderance to your progress.

Don't eat anything today that you'll regret tomorrow.

I can get thinner. I can cut it all off. I can wear low slung Levi's and crop tops and long straight dresses like willowy models, and I will grasp with the breathlessness of being airborn. I can fly and be free. I never realized how easyit was.

I, the hunger artist, rarely disappoint my audience.

Happy or sad, rich or poor, it's better being thin.

If you aren't thin, you aren't attractive.

Being thin is more important that being healthy.

I believe this is the true definition of the word calories and should be written in every dictionary.

Calories are tiny creatures that live in your closet and sew your clothes a little bit tighter every night.

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tatsumessy · 1 year

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Love at first sight - (rin itoshi)

Nagi: come to the game you won’t regret it, and afterwards you can meet the team

you: fine, don’t expect me to like it.

Nagi, your childhood bestfriend (since birth) who you were friends with before Reo. Which was weird, Nagi is a lazy successful bastard who started taking orders from a rich kid who wanted to go against his parents wishes. They became best friends and after they left for blue lock and came back Nagi was different. More determined, independent, he wanted to do things for himself. Because you two are so close you considered each other like brother and sister what helped more was that both of your parents were bestfriend so you basically were siblings.

Once he became a famous soccer player for the national team you stuck to being a business owner. You ran a flower company with my franchises around the country soon hoping to expand further.

Getting ready for the game you didn’t want to seem like one of Nagi’s fan girls and wear his jersey so you opted to wear a long ankle length fitted skirt with a long sleeve crop top pairing it with light green sneakers. It wasn’t a normal outfit anyone would wear to a soccer game but this wasn’t your style so you just wore what you’d wear on a normal work day.

With your bag hanging off your arm and shades in place you watched Nagi and his team win the game with ease which didn’t surprise you. Every morning while setting up for the day you would read all the news headlines and they never seemed to stay out of the spot light with their amazing talent. Especially one player. Itoshi Rin. He was an all star who shine remarkably amongst his team of also remarkable players.

Standing up you were starting to walk down the steps leading to the main platform before heading down the tunnel when your phone buzzed twice.

Nagi: come to the team tunnel

Nagi: instead of taking a right, take a left. Simple enough for you to find.

Mentally cursing yourself you forgot that he wanted to meet so you did what he said and the first room you found you knocked on it, waiting for your lazy brother to step out but instead it was his teammate. Itoshi Rin.

Man was he good looking, the small beads of sweat dripping down his forehead all the way to his chin. His messy damp hair due to the sweat glued to his forehead while his teal eyes stared at your figure waiting for you to speak. “Do I need to call security?” He spoke up and your face started to heat up, not only were you embarrassed but his voice was so smooth and sexy. It fit him to a T and you would openly admit that.

“I’m looking for my brother. Nagi Seishiro.” You spoke up keeping your gaze low, you didn’t want him to see the rising blush on your cheeks. The door suddenly slammed shut causing you to flinch making your sunglasses that were sitting on the top of your head fall onto your nose.

A few more minutes passed and you were going to walk away but then the door swung open and Nagi popped out with his whole team behind him. “Y/N!” Someone shouted from behind Nagi immediately engulfing you in a big hug. “Reo, good to see you.” You said awkwardly pushing him away once feeling his sweaty hair touch the side of your face.

“Guys this is Nagi’s sister, Y/n.” Reo introduced knowing Nagi wasn’t going too, you smiled waving your hand towards everyone. They all introduced themselves and as time passed you could feel someone staring at you. Looking to find the culprit you were met with those same real eyes that bore holes into you just thirty minutes ago.

“We were all going out to eat so celebrate the win, wanna come?” Nagi asked throwing his arm over your shoulder, you accepted and all of you walked out of the stadium going to separate cars. Nagi following you obviously because he hates driving knowing someone better can offer up to drive. What a lazy sob.

Arriving last to the restaurant there were only two seats left and Nagi took the one next to Isagi leaving the last seat next to Rin. “You don’t act like Nagi.” Rin spoke up grabbing your attention, you smiled at the familiar statement. “We’re not actually related. Bestfriends. But because our moms are really close and planned our births days apart we’re basically siblings.” You looked over at Nagi who seemed to be enjoying himself in the presence of his friends.

“I’ve never seen someone wear a skirt to a soccer game before.” He again spoke this time embarrassing you even more, “I-I’ve never been to a soccer game before. This was my first time, I didn’t know what to wear and I definitely wasn’t going to wear Nagi’s stupid uniform.” You responded stuffing a piece of bread in your mouth. “You could’ve worn mine.” He retaliated looking down at you.

Swallowing the piece quickly trying not to choke you covered your mouth trying to respond, “What? I wasn’t going to wear some random players jersey number.” “I’m not random anymore. So next time wear my number, it’ll be better soccer attire. Not that I’m complaining with what you’re wearing right now.” There it is. The way his eyes ran up and down your body and the way they looked into your eyes devouring what dignity you had.

Your have lit up once again for the third time in the time span of two hours because he said you looked good. Any guy could come up to you and tell you that you look good but when it comes from Rin why is it making your stomach do backflips? Why is he making you smile the way that you are.

The two of you talked for a little while about random things getting to know each other a little better when your phone started to ring. “Excuse me.” You spoke standing up and heading outside to take the call in private.

It was your assistant calling to transfer you to another phone call. This call was with a foreign investor who wanted to invest in your company, in order for this plan to be set in motion you need to travel to the states which wasn’t a big deal for you. “Right. I will see you tomorrow. Thank you.” Hanging up the phone you excitedly did a little victory run in place before heading back inside to grab your things.

Rin looked up at you curiosity filling him as you looked back at him figuring out what to say. You leaned down next to his ear and whispered, “Thank you for the company.” Without anyone noticing you placed a small kiss on his cheek and walked over to Nagi.

“I’m leaving. Go home with Reo.” You kissed the top of his head and left the restaurant mentally regretting not asking Rin for his number.

Unknown: Rude of you to leave without a proper goodbye.

You looked at your phone wondering who could be texting you especially with such a cryptic message like that.

You: Who is this?

Unknown: Rin Itoshi.

Dropping your phone on your bed you stared at the message wondering how he got your number in the first place while also trying to figure out what you were going to say back to him.

Your heart was pounding against your rib cage as you picked up your phone fingers froze over the keypad waiting for your mind to give you the right words to say.

You: What we’re you expecting?

Rin: Idk a kiss maybe 🤔

You: So a kiss on the cheek wasn’t enough?

Rin: It was pretty lukewarm.

You laughed at his comment quickly replying back then throwing your phone on the night stand and pulling your laptop back on your lap to continue working.

“Building a faction in the states is a lot of work Nagi. What do you expect me to do, drop everything because my whiny brother misses me?” You spoke standing in the mirro while holding the phone up to your ear so that you could look to see if you looked okay. “It’s been four years Y/n. You gave me a shitty goodbye and you still haven’t come back.” He whined again for the fifth time over the phone. You laughed walking over to the bed to sit down so that you could strap on your heels. “Trust me, after the ribbon cutting and signing event tonight I’ll be coming home last next week. Don’t you have a game? Focus on that.” You responded picking up your binder alongside your bag with your keys.

You finally ended the call with Nagi turning to be met with the half naked figure lying in your hotel bed. Grabbing the pillow you threw it at his face causing him to sit up slightly annoyed. “I’m pressing charges.” He spoke forcing an exaggerated laugh to fall from your chapped lips. “You.” Pointing your finger in his direction, “Go home. Just like I told that punk over the phone. You have a game.” Rin rolled his eyes sitting up slowly while stretching his arms to wake himself up.

“Where are you going?” He asked watching you move around the room to make sure you had everything, “Meetings all day. I’m not joking, by the time I come back you better be gone.” He gave you an annoyed sigh as he sat the staring down at the sheets waiting for a sign telling him to get out the bed and start packing his stuff. Before leaving you walked over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek ready to leave then but he stopped you.

“Remember last time you left with just giving me a kiss on the cheek?” He said stopping you again in your tracks, “yeah I ended up in a long term relationship. What’s next marriage?” “Maybe.” You laughed and gave him a quick kiss and the lips and left the room locking it behind you.

After a couple weeks of you being gone Rin randomly texted you out of no where and openly pursued you. Even though on tv or whatever it never looked like something he would do but it most definitely is. He straight up told you during a phone call one night that the moment he laid eyes on you and you lack of soccer attire he was hooked.

After a year of just texting and calling with occasional facetimes he decided that he needed to see you. He showed up at your hotel and the two of you spend the most romantic and amazing night together, end ended with his asking you to be his girlfriend and you obviously accepted.

You had awesome staff back in Japan so you never needed a reason to go back especially because your boyfriend was so willing to come and see you anytime he felt like it. Next thing you know four years have gone by and the hard work you had put into this project is finally complete in five different states.

It was finally time for you to come home and the day you were coming back there was a game going on and Rin made sure that whenever you came back you had a jersey to wear. His jersey, like his actual game jersey. You paired it with some jeans and some matching Jordan’s actuall somewhere fitting soccer attire.

The moment you sat down in the seat with your assistant sitting next to you the players walked out and as you were admiring your boyfriend from afar, he suddenly wasn’t so far and was standing right infront of you. Well not infront but right on the field in your general direction, he beckoned for you with his eyes and you obliged standing up and walked over with your arms folded across your chest due to the cool windy air blowing on you.

You stood behind the railing waiting for him to speak but instead he jumped up hoisting himself up to where he was face to face with you then planted a long gentle kiss right on your lips. Everyone in the crowd gasped and screamed in shock, joy, excitement, whatever emotion high intense soccer fans have whenever a cold hearted player like Rin Itoshi kisses some random girl infront of thousands.

He pulls away and jumps down shouting something while running away, “Thanks for my good luck kiss.” You started walking back to your seat trying to ignore the glaring stares of the people behind you. “You’re dating THE ITOSHI RIN???” Your assistant asked covering her mouth out of excitement. Letting out a huge sigh you rolled your eyes and crossed one leg over the other while crossing your arms and straightening your back. “Sadly.” You stared at the field watching the players warm up ready for the game as your face heated up in excitement.

The game obviously ended with their team winning and as you and your assistant stood up walking down the tunnel towards the exit you heard someone calling your name but chose to ignore it because it would be weird for someone to be calling your name at a soccer game. You had kept walking scrolling through your phone stopping when you noticed an article with a picture of Rin kissing you.

“Ms. L/N, there’s someone calling for you.” You hummed at her statement briefly scanning the article some more. Your steps started moving forward once again until you were forcefully grabbed by your waist being flushed against someone’s chest. “I hate when you ignore me.” Rin spoke wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Rinnie, sorry. I was looking at something.” You smiled putting your phone in your tote bag, he glanced right at said bag but chose to ignore it. “I didn’t know you were coming back today. Did it slip your mind to tell me?” He spoke walking beside you and your assistant towards the exit, “Y/N!!” You flinched hearing the oh so familiar voice call your name. Nagi walked over pulling you into a tight hug smiling brightly at your presence.

“You came back.” “I told you I was coming back.” He scoffed pulling you towards the exit leaving your boyfriend and assistant behind. “Nagi, my assistant and Rin. We’re leaving them behind.” “See, when did that start?” You looked at him confused knowing damn well you knew what he was talking about. “When did you and mr. lukewarm back there start dating? When did my sister start dating, that is so unlike you.” The both of you laughed finally getting out of the humid tunnel, the both of you walked over to your car laughing and joking around about the thought of you dating.

“You know the first night we met, at your game. I gave him a kiss on the cheek right before I left. That was the first time I ever showed interest in someone like more than just, a petty crush. Then when he texted me, I just fell harder.” He leaned against the car watching you fidget with your finger on the verge of crying, you were talking about what you felt when Rin stepped into your life. “He tried. He pushed himself to me, he flew to the states even if it was just to spend one night with me. Four years ago I fell in love with Rin.”

Nagi smiled looking up behind you sighing, “Man what happened to the single duo. Your killing me kin.” He took the keys from your hand unlocking the car and getting in the passenger side with your assistant sitting in the backseat leaving you and Rin alone standing outside of the car. “You love me? That’s crazy.” He spoke using his hand to push some hair behind your ear, “what if I was telling Nagi I loved him, you were ease dropping too hard.” He rolled his eyes at your statement looking into the car noticing your assistant staring at the both of you while Nagi was playing a game on his phone.

“Come home with me, I’m trying to propose to you tonight but I can’t do that if you have to babysit your brother.” “It’s not a proposal if you tell me about it.” You laughed gently rubbing the back of his head giving him a much needed head massage. “Why would I keep secrets from you? I want to propose to you tonight and I want to spend it alone with YOU.” He emphasized letting you go for a quick second, his hand pulled on the door handle opening the drivers side door not for you but for himself.

“Nagi, Y/n is coming with me tonight, can you take her assistant home?” “Uh sure.” Nagi responded not looking up from him game. Rin shut the door and grabbed your hand to bring you to his car. You smiled pressing a kiss on his lips the closing the door behind yourself.

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writingsbychlo · 1 year

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"I was trapped in the wardrobe while they had sex. I accidently waited so long that it was just weird to leave until they were finished." please, this could be really funny 😂

AYE YO. I WAS CLEARING OUT MY DRAFTS AND LOOK WHAT I FOUND BURIED? I totally forgot about this, I think I never posted because I never proofread it, and I still haven’t, but now I just don’t care. enjoy whatever mess this is because I remember writing it on my phone!

psa to all. this is not prompts reopening, this is just me having a clearout of my asks/drafts! don't send me more!

When Azriel walked in, you became acutely aware of it before you could actually see him. You always just knew when he was nearby, the tingle on the back of your neck that travelled down your spine, the flutter in your chest, the way your thoughts seemed to scatter away temporarily. As your thoughts moved to him, you lost your place on the page, the story fading away.

Glancing up and waiting for him to appear, you were more than shocked that the usual stoic mask he wore was entirely absent, and instead, a look of horror and distress painted onto his features. He stared blankly into the room, shoulders slumped and eyes positively haunted.

"Az... sweetie, you okay?" He swallowed, throat bobbing, and his eyes finally moved from the fire to you on the couch before it. You closed your book after marking the page, setting it aside as he just stared. "You wanna' talk about whatever it is?"

"I... I was pranking Cassian." He paused, turning to face you a little more, and with a few quick steps, he shuffled across the room to perch on the arm of the large chair opposite you. "Y'know, to get back at him for replacing all my holsters with hot pink ones last month."

"I remember." It took everything you had not to giggle at the memory, it had been a full day before Azriel had found where Cassian had hidden the rest. A full day of watching your friend parade around strapped up in too-small hot-pink leather, tight around all those black-clad muscles and golden skin. It may have been a prank on Azriel but it was a treat for you.

"Well, I was in his closet. Cutting all his training shirts into crop tops." He shifted, eyes flickering away from your own as heat rose to his cheeks, wings drooping even further down as he practically hunched in on himself. It was so unlike him, and you were invested. "But.. Cass came back early. I had to stay in the closet and hide. He wasn't alone. Nesta was with him. They.."

"Started bangin'?"

Azriel cringed, looking as though he was traumatised by it. "It went on for so long. I heard their bodies make sounds I never want to hear again. I heard Cassian say things I never wanted to hear my brother say. I witnessed things that will leave me sleepless for-" You hid your giggle behind your book, squeezing your eyes shut and his words snapped off at your laughter. "It's not funny!"

"Why didn't you just, y'know, do your little shadow-winnow thingy out of there?"

"Oh, gee, I wish I thought of that!" He rolled his eyes at you, but the way he was resisting a smile flicking at the edges of his lips made you grin even wider. "Oh, wait, I did! Cassian obviously knew I was gonna' get him back, he must've figured it would involve some kind of magic or spell, because he warded his room. I went in on foot, I had to leave on foot. I was trapped!"

"Oh, Gods.." You were cracking up again, and he whined -whined! - like a petulant child, only furthering your amusement.

"I'm so glad you're finding joy in my misery. I'll never be the same."

"Oh, poor Azzy." You put on a pout, despite your chest still shaking a little with laughter. "C'mere, you want me to hug it better?"

You held your arms out to him, wiggling your fingers dramatically, and he huffed. The same indignant sound he always made, and you waited for him to slip on his I'm-so-manly mask, and tell you he didn't need a hug. Instead, he moved forwards, one knee on the edge of the couch beside your calves, plucking the book that lay abandoned on your chest and discarding it, before replacing it with his head as he collapsed down against you.

You sucked in a sharp breath, holding it as you felt him get comfortable, knowing that underneath his cheek was your racing heart, that there was no doubt he could feel it going crazy. His arms circled your waist, settling his body between your thighs until he was letting out a heavy sigh. Clearly comfortable now, his body melted into your own as your arms wrapped lightly around him, one hand smoothing up and down his spine between his wings slowly.

Your other hand twitched, neglected and feeling useless, drawn to touching him as he finally caved into whatever line you two had been dancing for over a year now. If he could let his walls down, you could too. Running your fingers once, experimentally, through his hair, he hummed happily under his breath at the feeling, tipping his head up fractionally into your touch to silently request more.

You weren't sure how long passed, how long it took you to finally calm the racing of your heart, the spinning of your mind.

It could have been hours or even days that you lay there, running your fingers through his hair, dragging your fingers over the muscle between his wings in soothing patterns.

"I've always thought you have such nice tits."

"What- I- Azriel!"

“I’m just saying! I’ve been lay on them for like twenty minutes now!” He chuckled but didn’t shift off of you, even though you were sure the flush from your face was travelling down to your chest, under his cheek. “This is nice. I don’t feel so stressed anymore. I should lay on your tits more often.”

“Hey!” You have a sharp tug to his hair, a punishment for the teasing lilt to his voice, and he groaned, lifting his head as your fingers started smoothing through the locks again.

There was a playful look on his face, something dangerous in eyes, not at all what your expected for your little act, and your breath hitched. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

His eyes flickered down to your lips as he stared, your breath hitching. You and Azriel had been flirting, dancing around this thing for so long now you could barely remember when it started, and you were waiting for him. Waiting for him to make the first move, to be ready for more. You’d always been his, everyone knew it too, it was just waiting on him to make the move.

He shifted a little closer, until his lips were brushing yours, a teasing drag, testing the waters. Your fingers smoothed through his hair, a gentle caress until you were no longer gripping, fingers smoothing lightly over the back of his head instead.

“Az…”

Your whisper was silenced, his lips crashing down into yours as that final thread of resistance snapped. It snapped so wonderfully, so cataclysmically, one hand smoothing up your body until leaving you entirely, pressing into the couch by your shoulder to hold himself up. The kiss was intoxicating, your head spinning with every slow drag of his lips against your own, every soft pant of your name he let out, every swipe of his tongue.

Your nails scratched against his scalp, a shaky moan too, when he sucked tour lower lip gently, pulling away only to take ragged, gasping breaths. With foreheads pressed together and your eyes still closed, you could practically feel his smile, his nose nudging yours.

“Let’s never stop doin’ that, okay?”

“I think I could agree to that.” You whispered back, hand slipping down to his face, thumb running between, across his lips softly. His eyes finally opened, pulling back enough to sparkle at you lovingly, brows raising a little at the mischievous look you were sure was on your face. “I think, you need a little revenge on Cass and Nes.”

“Oh, yeah?” He dipped down, unable to help himself from stealing a few further kisses from your lips, despite your giggling and smiling. “How am I gonna’ do that?”

“We.” You hitched a leg up, locking it at his waist, his wings flaring and eyes darkening a little as you pushed his hips down into your own. Every little bit of your bodies was touching, the evidence of his arousal clearly grinding into your now, and his other hand flew back to from your thigh. “Dinner time soon, and guess who has to walk right through this living room to get to the dining room. I say we give them a little show of our own.”

His wings spread a little further, shielding you from the outside world entirely. “Only I get to see you fall apart, baby, but I want you to wake them up with your screams.”

#azriel x reader

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"Eyes To Yourself"

MDNI

Carlos Oliveira x F!Reader

Idea From: @rookieleonskennedy @scar-crossedlvrs @navstuffs

Warnings: Smut, Teasing, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Slight Praise, Slight Bondage.

It wasn't uncommon for your dear boyfriend to get tears in his shirts and even burns... The hazards of his job you suppose.

Also his generally unfortunate habit of catching his shirt on any sharp surface nearby.

What you didn't expect however was for him to DIY his torn shirts into crop tops... Albeit slightly fucked up crop tops but it was still- hot.

He was aware of what it did to you to see his abs and v-line on display, happy trail lining the way up urging your eyes to stare.

However today was different. You were seated on the couch when you heard a particularly frustrated Carlos behind you.

"Shit."

You turn to see he's ruined one of his favorite shirts somehow, however instead of taking it off to cut it- he just starts tearing the fabric right there and then while still wearing it.

The sound of ripping fabric filters into your ears, mouth slightly agape as you watch him easily tear through what was once a decent shirt.

How could you not stare? His hands alone were enough reason to not be able to pull your gaze away. Then there was the fact he was cropping his shirt- right in front of you.

"Something on your mind?"

His cheeky tone meets your ears- of course the bastard noticed you being captivated by him. He was smirking down at you, your throat tightening at that certain flicker of something else in those brown eyes of his.

"Can't keep your eyes to yourself? What am I gonna do with you..."

The distance was quickly closed with him in front of you now, leaning over you he definitely knew exactly what he was doing. Heat raising to your cheeks and your inability to properly speak fuelled him further.

"I uh..."

You were just too cute.

A squeak escaped you as he pushed you back into the couch cushions, just now your eyes darted to his hands, acknowledging the fact he still had the pieces of his shirt in his grasp.

"Can't trust you to keep your hands to yourself with the way you were looking at me, baby."

He's a hypocrite though- he can never keep his hands to himself when it comes to you either. However it's way more fun to tease you- push you to the edge.

And boy is he good at what he does.

••

Your moans were loud to say the least, his grip on your hips surely leaving marks. Hickeys litter your neck and shoulders, his thrusts slowed slightly and he chuckled.

He only had bothered with removing his pants, still in that damned crop top... Not that you minded.

Fingers lightly tracing up your sides as his hands released your hips, goosebumps left in their wake with delicious shivers crawling up your spine.

Oh how you wished you could touch him in return, feel his muscles beneath your fingertips as they tense with every careful movement... Though he had your hands firmly tied behind your back.

"The neighbors are going to hear you..."

He teasingly murmured while leaning down, catching your lips in a heated kiss to eagerly swallow down your whimpers.

Tugging your body flush to his he picked up the pace again, angling your hips slightly to hit that spot that makes you scream, vision blurred and breathing ragged.

His lips disconnect from yours to leave more bites along your skin, weight leaning into you pressing you further into the couches cushions... You'd complain about the uncomfortable surface if you weren't being fucked stupid.

"Fuck... Feels so good... Baby."

You could feels his curls tickling along your skin, kisses meeting everywhere he could reach as though he simply couldn't get enough. Groaning against your flesh, at this point he was pussy drunk no longer able to tease you like he was.

"Carlos..."

You whined out his name and he hummed in response, he could feel you tightening around him. He was aware of what was coming and with the way your soft walls were squeezing him- he wasn't going to last much longer either.

"Go ahead baby... Cum for me. C'mon."

He encouraged while keeping rhythm, pressing a hungry kiss to your lips as you came undone around him. Muscles spasming your cries mostly being captured by his mouth.

Soon after you felt his hips falter and he released inside you, slowly getting up off you he admired your fucked out face.

Meanwhile you couldn't help but admire him in return, skin sweaty and hair more wild than usual. A satisfied smile on his face, pretty brown eyes filled with nothing but love.

"I'll go get something to clean you up."

Before leaving to the bathroom he untied your wrists...

He's definitely going to wear crop tops even more now.

{I FEEL LIKE THE SMUT SUCKS HELP I'M OUT OF PRACTICE I SWEAR I TRIED}

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