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bratzforchris · 24 days

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Five Love Languages, M. Sturniolo

Summary: The five love languages look a little different for Matt and his girlfriend, but that's always okay<3

Pairing: Matt x neurodivergent fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of autistic burnout, this is entirely self indulgent

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: I think we need more representation around here, especially for different neurotypes and disabilities <3 This fic is based off of this Instagram post :) I am autistic and have ADHD, and this was so much fun to write--if you'd like to see the same thing but for another boy, drop a request in my inbox!

Infodumping༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

“Matt, come here! Now!” You squealed from your shared bedroom, your joy infectious as you bounced up and down on the bed happily.

You could hear the sound of your boyfriend running up the stairs, followed by him bursting through the door, slightly out of breath. “What’s up, honey?” he asked with a smile, noting your happy stims and luminous grin.

“Taylor’s going on tour!” You giggled, shaking your hands in small fists as a way to release all the happy, all-consuming energy that came with engaging in a special interest.

“Oh really?” Matt asked genuinely, sitting beside you on the bed. “Tell me more, hun!” he encouraged you, kissing your cheek gently so as not to get in the way of your movements.

“It’s going to be a tour where she goes through every era,” You smiled, happily bouncing on the bed. “We have to go.”

“We will,” Matt rubbed your knee softly. “As many dates as you want.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up at the thought of getting to experience your special interest with your favorite person.

“Really, honey. What album are you most excited to hear?”

Matt looked at you kindly, his eyes shining with love. He absolutely loved watching how excited you got over your special interests. You had been a huge Taylor Swift fan for over ten years now, and the brunette wished that he could bottle up your happiness whenever you engaged with her music. He would almost equate your joy to that of sunshine, baby animals, and glitter. Where some people thought you were “just a fangirl” or “too obsessed”, Matt loved listening when you infodumped about Taylor Swift. The sheer dedication someone could have to a singular topic was beyond impressive and adorable to him.

“That’s really hard, Matt,” You whined playfully, still happily stimming and flapping your hands. “I really like Lover a lot because it reminds me of you, but I also want to hear reputation because it’s just so iconic. Like the whole snake aesthetic after the Kim and Kayne thing was just perfect. But then I also love folklore because of the love triangle thing and also because it’s just so experimental. Did you know that there was only eleven months between Lover and folklore?” You asked your boyfriend, becoming more animated as you spoke.

“I didn’t know that!” Matt responded, clearly very invested in the conversation. “Here hun, why don’t you play with this instead? I don’t want you to hurt your wrists, sweetie.” he explained softly, passing you a fidget toy that was laying on your nightstand.

You blushed as you took the toy from him, not even realizing just how bad your wrists were hurting. “You’re the best boyfriend ever, do you know that?” You asked him, slowly crawling across the bed and into his lap.

“I think I had an idea or two.” Matt smirked.

You began to play with the fidget toy with one hand and Matt’s hair with the other. You still felt the need to stim, your nervous system buzzing with happiness. Whenever you felt the need to fidget, you loved to mess with your boyfriend’s hair, and he always let you. The way his soft, brown curls slid through your fingers and the way his natural highlights hit the light gave you such good sensory feelings.

“Thank you for listening to me…I know it’s a lot sometimes.” You whispered shyly, hiding your face against his hoodie.

Matt rubbed circles on your back as you played with his hair. “I love listening to you talk Taylor, baby. I think it’s interesting.” he grinned.

“You do?”

“I do,” he booped your nose. “I think it’s cute too.”

“Do you think she’s gonna go era by era?” You asked, still too excited to focus on much else besides your special interest. “I hope so. That would be so much fun.”

“You’re gonna have to teach me everything,” Matt giggled. “I can’t be one of those boyfriends who goes and looks miserable.”

You squealed, untangling your hands from his hair and planting a kiss on his lips. “Oh hun, you’re gonna be the most educated boy in the stadium. You’ll know more Taylor lore than Taylor

Parallel Play ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

You sighed happily, pulling your blanket closer around yourself and taking a sip of your coffee. Thankfully, Matt had a completely free day with nothing to film, which meant you could just enjoy each other’s company. These days were few and far between, but you treasured every one because of how unmasked and free they allowed you to be.

You sat your mug down on the coffee table and picked up the yarn and crochet hook you had set out earlier. Matt sat at the other end of the couch, feet in your lap as he focused intently on his book. You felt your heart swell with love as you took a peek at the cover, and noted that it was a memoir about understanding and aiding your partner in their unmasking journey.

Matt was by far the best boyfriend you had ever had when it came to accepting and loving you, neurodivergence and all. Finding a man who didn’t fetishize or infantilize being an autistic woman was hard, but the brunette was a diamond in the rough. Like right now for example, when he was spending his Saturday morning that he had off learning about how to understand the way your brain worked.

You blushed and picked up your crocheting, beginning to work on the blanket you had started earlier in the week. You had picked a chenille yarn in pretty pastel colors, and the rainbow of yarn, as well as its soft feel made you smile. You began to crochet, taking a peek at Matt every so often. Occasionally, your boyfriend would look up at the same time and catch your eye, sending you a soft smile before going back to reading.

The silence wasn’t awkward, nor was it uncomfortable. Matt had a way of making you feel loved and safe, even without speaking the words out loud. Having grown up with his own mental health struggles around anxiety, your boyfriend understood the importance of “being alone together” and just existing in each other's orbit, without the need for words.

“Thank you.” You whispered shyly after about thirty minutes of silence.

“For what?” Matt asked you, closing the book and setting it on the pillow next to him.

You sat down your craft as well and moved to snuggle into his arms, angling yourself so that you could hear the beat of his heart. “For just letting me be me.”

The brunette buried his nose in your hair, speaking softly against his head. “I love you.”

“You just let me be and we can do our own things without feeling awkward or weird,” You explained. “It’s comforting…and it makes me fall more in love with you.” You giggled softly, a blush creeping up your neck.

Matt held you closer to his body, arms wrapped around you protectively. “You’re perfect, baby. All of you.”

As you snuggled further into his hold, the two of you fell into companionable silence again, enjoying each other’s company. It really was the little moments like these that made you realize just how lucky you were to be in such an accepting, caring relationship.

Support Swapping ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

Over the past year of dating Matt, you had fallen into a wonderful routine with your boyfriend, one that allowed you to distribute your spoons more easily and allowed him a slight break from his anxiety, especially socially.

“Support Swapping” as you two called it was great help and was arguably one of the best parts of your relationship. Being autistic and having ADHD, you tended to struggle with executive functioning, always focusing on the wrong things instead of doing what you needed to maintain a healthy lifestyle. If you were hyperfixated on something, your mind could block out all reminders and signals from your body to eat, drink, rest, and use the bathroom. Once you finally realized how depleted you were, it would inevitably lead to an autistic meltdown because of the overwhelming sensory urges of hunger, exhaustion, and thirst.

Matt, on the other hand, oftentimes struggled with parts of his job that came along with being a content creator. As much as he loved being in front of the camera and giving the fans funny content, he despised writing and sending emails. Nick could edit out anything that made him seem a little too weird or awkward; he couldn’t control how the recipient would take his email. You however, had loved writing ever since you were a little girl and actually took great pride in being able to communicate effectively through the written word.

When you had voiced these concerns with each other and how they made both of you feel emotionally, it was clear there was only one option, and that was to support each other, just like you were on this particular day. It was nearing dinnertime by this point, the sun setting over the LA skyline as you tapped at the computer in Matt’s office. You had been hunched over the computer all day, filling out paperwork and emails for collabs that Matt had to do. You typed up all the notes for him, pasting them into a document, where he could then sign his name and send them off. Between your love of the written word and routine, writing the same thing over and over again was like a weird therapy for you.

“Sweetheart?” You heard a soft knock at the door before Matt entered the room.

“One sec.” You hummed, eyes still trained on the screen. “I’m almost done.”

“Babe,” Matt spun you around in the office chair so that you were facing him. “I love you and I adore you for doing this for me, but it’s almost seven. Time for dinner.” he chuckled, planting a kiss on your lips.

“Oh,” You blushed, not realizing how much time had gone by. Just then, your stomach rumbled, making Matt give you a knowing look. “This is why we help each other and remind each other.” You snorted, facepalming yourself softly.

Matt kissed your forehead gently, helping you out of the chair and guiding you towards the kitchen with a soft hand on the small of your back. Before you two left the office, though, he sneakily closed out your computer, making sure you would spend the rest of the evening resting. Your heart swelled when you walked into the kitchen and saw your and Matt’s small dining table completely laid with dinner and drinks.

“You didn’t.” You smiled, turning towards your boyfriend.

“I did,” Matt picked you up and kissed you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “I know how distracted you can get when you’re working, sweetheart.”

You blushed as Matt sat you down at the table, knowing he was absolutely right. “You take care of me so well.”

Matt rubbed your knuckles softly as he sat down in his own chair. “That’s what a partnership is for,” he smiled, the adorable crinkles around his eyes that you loved oh-so-much on full display. “We take care of each other.”

"Please Crush My Soul Back Into My Body" ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

You sighed, growing restless as you shifted around in the backseat of the van. The triplets were filming their weekly Friday car video, and you had decided to join on this particular day. You absolutely loved playing Over/Under, but the effects of the evening were beginning to wear on you. Between Chris frequently changing topics to almost anything that wasn’t Over/Under and Nick’s yelling, you were starting to become overstimulated.

You shifted, trying to pull your hoodie off since it was starting to irritate you, only to loudly smack your arm on the hard, plastic door of the car. All three boys looked your way, making your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“Are you okay?” Matt asked with a chuckle, but his eyes held a concerned look.

“Mhm,” You nodded, trying not to let your frustration show. “Just a little too hot.”

“We should finish up. Nick’s second timer has already gone off.” Matt turned in his seat and stretched, trying to discreetly end the video.

Matt knew you almost as well, if not better than you knew yourself, and he could tell that you weren’t super comfortable, despite your best efforts to hide it. Even he had to admit that Chris’s frequent change of topics and Nick’s yelling was getting to be a lot, so he couldn’t even imagine how you were feeling. Luckily, his brothers seemed to take the hint, and the boys swiftly ended the video, with you whispering a little ‘bye’ in the background.

As your boyfriend began to try towards the triplets' LA home, you shoved your earbuds into your ears, closing your eyes and leaning your head against the window. You were overstimulated and exhausted, and the next person to add to sensory overload was going to catch it if you didn’t try to calm yourself. You were so caught up in the awful feelings taking over your body and your anxiety that you didn't even notice that Matt had pulled into the garage and Nick and Chris had vacated the car until your boyfriend turned in his seat, patting your knee.

“You okay, baby?” he asked softly.

“No…” You mumbled, trying not to choke on tears. “Too much.”

Matt understood what you meant and gently helped you out of the car and into the house without another word. On the way to your shared bedroom, he quietly shushed Nick and Chris, mumbling a little ‘overstimulated’. Both brothers were aware of you being autistic and immediately piped down, silently feeling terrible for you.

Your boyfriend sat you down on the edge of the bed, handing you a fidget toy from off your nightstand. Despite the discomfort you were experiencing, you felt your heart swell as you watched Matt gently take off your socks and shoes, before standing up and looking at you.

“Do you want your headphones?” he asked you in sign language.

You could’ve cried right then and there because of your sheer love for Matt. Ever since you two had started dating and you had explained that you used ASL to communicate when you were feeling overstimulated, the brunette had taken it upon himself to learn as much of the language as possible. He was still rather beginner level, but it was the thought behind it that made you want to squeeze him and pepper his face with kisses.

You nodded to his question, and Matt swiftly replaced your earbuds with better quality, noise canceling headphones. You sighed softly at the relief, standing up and wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's waist. “Thank you,” You signed against his chest. “I love you.”

Matt hugged you back gently, almost like he was scared you would break. “Pajamas?” he asked again.

You nodded once more, and your boyfriend gently helped you into soft, sensory approved pajama pants and one of his faded, soft shirts. You quietly got curled up under your weighted blanket as Matt bustled around the room, getting himself ready for bed, but the pressure wasn’t enough. You needed something more. As your boyfriend crawled into bed, you rolled over onto your side, tapping his shoulder gently.

“Will you lay on me?” You signed.

Matt smiled, kissing your forehead gently. He grabbed the remote and turned on your comfort show on the television, before laying his head softly on your stomach. You smiled and sighed contently at the feeling, running your fingers through his soft, brown curls. That was one of your favorite stims, and the feeling of Matt’s pressure, combined with stimming and noise canceling headphones, was slowly calming you down.

Over the hour that followed, Matt softly laid more and more of his body weight over top of you. He knew that deep pressure therapy helped you regulate your nervous system, especially when you were overstimulated. If some extra love and cuddles would help, he wasn’t going to be the one to complain. Sure enough, by the time he looked up at you, you were fast asleep, a happy little smile on your lips.

Penguin Pebbling ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

Matt looked over at you from his position on the couch as you giggled, happily kicking your feet. “What’s so funny?” “Check your Tiktok.” You laughed, a happy little smile taking up residence on your face as you stimmed.

Your boyfriend smiled at whatever antics you had going on, migrating to his phone. You let out a little giggle as you watched Matt’s facial expressions change, from that of confusion, to that of happiness.

“You really sent me one hundred and fifty different cat videos?” he asked, though his tone was playful.

“They reminded me of you,” You whined, throwing a stuffed animal at him. “You’re the one who always sends people images of sleeping kittens and says ‘that’s me’.”

Matt chuckled as he sat watching every single video. He knew how important sharing was to you, especially when it had to do with the people you cared about. “Penguin pebbling” as it was called, was the act of unconventional gift giving as a sign of affection. Your boyfriend absolutely loved when you did this, because it was pure love. It wasn’t big, expensive gifts or luxury vacations. It was the smallest, most accessible thing in the world, yet you took time out of your day to do it.

“Have I ever told you I love you?” the brunette asked, sliding onto the floor beside you and kissing your cheek.

“Maybe once or twice.” You grinned.

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ddejavvu · 8 months

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Hotch with a totally shy medical examiner!!! He always visits her although sometimes it would‘nt be necessary ... 🫣🫣 Hotch got a crushhhhhh !!

The team notices that Hotch seems to be injuring himself more and more now that Quantico has a medical wing installed. Because of a rather unfortunate incident on floor 4, where a woman had an allergic reaction and no one was able to find her an epipen in time, there's now a mini-clinic located just across the elevators on floor 5.

Hotch doesn't even bother notifying his team of where he's going this time. He simply barrels towards the glass doors that shield the BAU from the hallway outside, but JJ doesn't let him escape that easily.

"Hotch, is everything okay?"

She expects him to say that there's been some sort of emergency at Jack's school, that he needs to pick the boy up. But she shouldn't, she should have expected what must be the most frequent phrase out of his mouth in the past three weeks.

"Fine. I've got a headache, I'm going to the clinic."

He offers no room for his team's replies as he pushes through the glass doors, standing by the elevators and waiting impatiently. His gaze is so intense on the metal doors that he's surprised he doesn't burn right through them, but the elevator finally reaches him, and he steps inside without looking back into the BAU to see his team members staring.

"He's so full of shit," Derek scoffs, "He doesn't have a headache."

"I think he's got a perpetual headache," Reid muses, and Rossi, who'd been working on stirring his third cup of coffee for the day pipes up.

"I would, if I had to manage you bozos all day," The man grins wryly, but doesn't exclude himself from the conversation; for all his teasing, he wants to gossip about Hotch too.

"Nah. He just wants to see the hot nurse," Derek insists, "I've seen her. She's cute, and all, but she's no Savannah."

"Maybe I should have a headache later," Emily muses, lost in thought and toying with the necklace resting on her chest.

"He's gonna have to start finding new excuses," Derek leans back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other with his ankle against his knee, "Maybe he'll ask one of us to shoot him just so he can get her hands all over him packing up the bullet hole."

"And that is my cue to leave," Rossi grimaces, "I don't often like mixing sex with wound care."

The older man pointedly ignores Derek's comment about how that's probably why he's thrice divorced; he's not freaky enough. He shuts his office door behind him and conversation putters out among the bullpen, each agent stuck with a residual smirk on their faces as they get back to their paperwork.

"Agent Hotchner," You smile kindly up at the man who steps through the doors of your clinic, "I'm not sure why I even looked up, I should have known it was you."

He chuckles bashfully, hands tucked into his pockets, "I haven't been getting much sleep lately, so I've got a pretty persistent migraine."

"Is it hard, sleeping after a day at your job? The things you see," You trail off, reaching into a drawer at your desk to retrieve a bottle of excedrin, "I don't think I'd be sleeping either."

Aaron's suddenly flustered by your concern for him. He'd intended for his poorly crafted excuse to come across as light insomnia, too much coffee during the day or a scary movie at night. But as you reach out to hand over two tablets of medicine, he meets your eyes with a fond gaze.

"I'm alright," He assures you, his voice soft and earnest. He touches you more than necessary, taking your loose fist in his hand and uncurling your fingers for you so that the excedrin falls into his other palm bumped up against the heel of your hand.

You're surprised your hand doesn't start sweating at how flustered you've become, but you're glad for it. He secures the medicine in his fist, his hand still humming with the ghost of your touch.

"Sleep tonight," You warn him with a slightly weak voice, watching as he downs the pills with a gulp of water from a delicate paper cup stored by your sink, "Get off of any electronic devices for an hour before bed, read something boring, and keep the lights dim. And if none of that works, take sleeping pills, I can give you Tylenol PM if you don't have any at home."

"I'd love some," He smiles, lingering by the edge of your desk, "Thank you, Doctor."

"You can call me Y/N," You avert your eyes to your desk drawer, your voice feeble, "We see each other every day, you ought to be more familiar with me than that."

He chuckles, a soft exhale that sends butterflies with it into your stomach. You offer him the pills and again he takes your hand in his own, only making the fiery heat that burns at your cheeks more intense.

"Thank you. And you can call me Aaron," He takes the pulls from you, tucking them into the breast pocket of his button-up.

"Goodbye, Aaron," You grin, barely able to stop the expression from growing an embarrassing amount.

"Bye Y/N," He smiles back, eyes glimmering with fondness, "See you next time."

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fuckmyskywalker · 7 months

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"Benzodiazepines." — Anakin Skywalker.

— CW: 18+, smut! Somnophilia. Stepcest (Anakin calls himself "big brother"). Dubcon/Noncon. Drug use. Mild mentions of rimming/anal, manhandling. Anakin is pretty nasty. | Word Count: 1k (not proofread!)

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Standing next to your bed, Anakin smiles. It is a wicked, creepy smile; loaded with a sick pleasure and lust— with something unsettling. Picking up the glass of water you always keep in your nightstand, he pops open the little glass bottle that cost him quite a lot… Only to pour half of it. Twirling the water with his finger he wipes it out in your blanket, placing the glass back on your nightstand and hiding inside your closet.

Patience is key. Anakin learned that a while ago. This is something that has been occupying his mind for a while now, and he isn't sure if he’ll be able to last as much as he meticulously planned.

He shouldn't feel like this. He shouldn't even have any sort of romantic or sexual attraction towards you— his stepsibling— yet, he finds himself jerking almost every night in the adjacent room with a pair of dirty underwear he stole from your laundry basket; sometimes he'll wrap them around his dick, other days he will sniff them, even lick them… anything.

Unable to stop himself, Anakin’s palms his soft cock, eager to see how the night unravels. It doesn't take you long to return from your nightly shower, wrapped in a short towel and changing right in front of your closet. Anakin knows you keep your next outfit laid over the edge of your bed. In fact— he knows every single little detail about you, from the foods that make your nose scrunch, to the different vibrations of your toy whenever you use it in the middle of the night when you think everyone is asleep.

Anakin never sleeps. Not even when you are asleep.

He would never waste time that he can spend with you.

So he waits. He waits rubbing his now semi-hard cock, watching you dress, brush your hair and even apply those scented lotions and serums that you adore so much. But he has a different reasoning tonight… he will coat your face with something else.

He watches you drink every single drop of water, and when it comes to that point— his cock is as hard as it can get, it even hurts. Reaching for the half-full bottle he twirls it in his palm, reading the side effects:

«May cause Anterograde amnesia. Consume responsibly. Don’t consume if you are pregnant, lactating, or are allergic to any of the components.»

You sit on your bed, draping the covers over your body and yawning. Assuming it was a long day, you close your eyes as the door of your closet creeks open slowly. Paying it no mind, you continue relaxing under the warmth of the blankets when you hear a heavy breathing next to you.

Snapping your eyes open, you fail to notice the effort it takes you to even do such an automatic task. “Anakin?” You ask confused. “What are you doing here?” You eye behind him, noticing the closet doors wide open. The realization hits you like a bucket of cold water, freezing every bone and nerve so much you can’t move. “Where you inside my fucking closet?”

He coos at you, placing a hand over your forehead and caressing your skin. His other hand peels the blankets off your body allowing his blue eyes to gobble with your beautiful body. “Shhh… it’s okay. Your big brother will take care of you” His voice isn't soothing at all, but the drowsy state that begins to fog your brain mistakes the creepy tone with a calming one. So soft and tender.

“Anakin…” You whisper, barely conscious by the time he is lifting up your shirt and groping your breasts. His indexes and thumbs pinch your nipples, pulling them gently, admiring your late and slow reactions. Every little arch and jolt is delayed, and his body shivers with excitement.

By the time you finally fall asleep, dragged to a peaceful, forced slumber you won’t be able to remember, Anakin already yanks his sweats down, and fists his cock furiously at the sight of your limp, almost lifeless body. He knows the drugs are quite harsh, especially since he gave you a rather large dose— so maybe he has even more time than he initially thought.

After toying with you for a while, manhandling you, twisting your body into any position he can imagine, Anakin finally lays you down on your stomach, spreading your ass with his trembling, sweaty hands and kneeling behind you. His tongue circles your puckered hole as his eyes roll to the back of his head, he can’t believe he is finally able to fulfill his most carnal, lustful desires— and even now, when he is spitting on your already dripping pussy, Anakin still can’t believe he is taking what he thinks belongs to him.

You.

“That's it—” He praises you as your body doesn't even react to his thrust. There’s no need to be nice, it is not as if you are going to remember this anyway. “Take this fucking cock— you love your big brother’s cock don’t you?”

The lack of response makes Anakin moan louder, painfully aware of how his mother and your father are sleeping downstairs. His hips snap against yours in an animalistic, primal manner, chasing his own high and relying on the way your cunt keeps squeezing him, coating him with your involuntary slick and enveloping him like a warm velvety glove.

Your body doesn't even tremble, and every now and then Anakin has to stop to make sure you are still breathing— when he confirms you are still in fact alive, he smirks deviously and pushes your face further down your pillows, slapping your ass playfully in the process.

“Aren’t you a p–pretty thing… taking my cock so good, so well. As if you were— fuck— made for me…”

“Such a little slut for your stepbrother’s dick aren't you… I know—I know…”

The deep slumber he is giving you doesn't seem to come to an end anytime soon, so Anakin knows he has… potentially four to five hours to do as he pleases with you. He fills your pussy up with his cum, making sure to push it back in with his fingers. He tongues and fingers your pretty tight hole until it is stretched and ready for another finger, he sucks and nibbles your tits until your nipples are swollen, and he forces your mouth open with his thumb to slide his cock to the back of your throat…

It's not like you're going to remember any of this anyway.

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banggyu0308 · 1 year

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(written by the most lovely amazing 🌸 anon)

warnings: perv!txt, masturbation, pillow humping, they steal your stuff XDXD, use of sex toys (beomgyu uses a flesh light, hyuka uses a vibrator), taehyun jerks off in front of the mirror, taehyun loosely chokes himself imagining its you, mentions of edging, slight aquaphila for hyuka? but not really, he's just in the shower/bath,

perv!txt who use your products. the way it smells like your or reminds them of you so vividly it makes them cum on the spot,, but don't worry they try not to use all of it at once! (except tyun's isnt scent based because i couldn't think of anything else.)

yeonjun — i think he'd use your body lotion,, you always use it and it just smells amazing and it's the one scent he will forever associate with you. so he cant help putting just a bit more on his hands,, rubbing it in so they're soft and moist and fucking his fist with it. he can so vividly imagine that it's your hand and not his jerking him off. i think you should buy that bigger bottle of lotion next time,, it's definitely a worthwhile investment since it somehow seems to disappear so quickly.

soobin — i feel like he steals your perfume the most. he sprays it on himself whenever he goes out,, or just whenever he puts on a clean t-shirt that no longer has your smell on it. of course he prefers when you've worn the tshirts but your perfume does just fine! especially if he's engulfed in it, mind going hazy with how your body looks. he's humping his pillow before he even realises what he's doing,, but don't worry he doesn't stop. in fact, the idea that you have such a strong effect on his subconscious spurs him on even more and he often cums in his trousers from humping a pillow~ how cute.

beomgyu — uses your shampoo! it's gotten to the point were you know and are buying two bottle of the same shampoo each time, his reasoning is always "i like the way it smells" or "it works really well for my hair" but in reality it's because it reminds him of you. and when he fucks into his fleshlight, hair falling into his face and he gets a whiff of the shampoo, he cums on the spot. making a complete mess of his toy,, wishing it was your pussy instead.

taehyun — he loves painting his nails to match yours, looking at himself in the mirror as he fucks his fist. his other hand often on his throat, fingers wrapped around in the same manner as yours often is. he just can't help but let his mind roam wild as his eyes train on the painted fingers around his throats. and then on his dick. and finally how good the nail polish looks covered in his cum.

kai — uses your body wash, all the time. he just loves to have your scent all around him, especially if he's still in the shower/bath. often placing a vibrator to the tip of his dick while inhaling the smell, completely in love with it. as if you were right there, controlling the toy. edges himself to the thought of your naked body in the shower/bath with him.

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bigenergy777 · 5 months

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Steamy~ Liam Dunbar

WARRING~ Cursing, Shower sex, Unprotected sex.

Hello, I hope this isn't too bad. This is my first time writing smut, and I hope you like it. If you have any tips, I'd gladly take them.

After washing your body, you closed your eyes for a moment. Only opening them when your shower curtain was yanked open.

You screamed, throwing the first thing you saw, which was a bottle of shampoo.

“Ow, you could have knocked my eyes out.” Is the first thing you hear before finally seeing that familiar blonde hair that you're used to running your hands through every night.

"Liam!" you groaned. "I told you to stop doing that! You can't just break into my house like you're going to murder me!"

"I'm sorry, I should have called.” He smiled sheepishly, standing naked in front of you.

"No shit," you muttered, pushing your hair out of your face.

"Can I get in?" He smiled sheepishly.

"Go ahead. You're already naked. You would have gotten in anyway." You giggled at him. "That doesn't mean I'll entertain you, though."

You tried your best to keep your face and your eyeline straight as Liam got in.

He was behind you, and you could feel him pressing up against your body as he softly kissed your neck. sending a shiver down your spine.

"I missed you," he smirked, hearing your breath hitch.

"Well, I didn’t miss you.” You say you are trying to keep a straight face.

"Ouch, you wound me," he chuckled, placing a hand on his heart. Taking his hand, he starts tickling you. “Stop, Stop.” You squirm in his arms.

“Take it back. Tell me you missed me, and I’m the most amazing boyfriend in the world.” He continued tickling you.

"No, never,” you giggle. trying to get his arms off of you.

“Not until you say it, say it.” He held onto you tighter.”

“Okay, okay, I missed you, and you're the most amazing, sexiest boyfriend in the world." You giggle.

"See, that wasn’t so hard, baby.” He smiled, turning me around and looking down at you. "Yes, it was horrible.” You giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I love you, Y/N.” He smiled against your lips, pulling me in closer by the waist.

“I love you too, Liam.” You smile, lifting up on your tippy toes and kissing him.

Liam’s groans kissing you hungryly and eagerly. trailing his hands up and down your body, making little moans fall out of your mouth.

Separating his mouth from yours, Liam starts trailing kisses from your lips to your cheek, down your neck, and towards that sweet spot behind your ear.

“Liam, please.” You moan, fisting his hair, not knowing what you want but needing something, anything.

“Patience, baby patience.” Liam smirked, getting on his knees and trailing kisses down your body.

He was on his knees, looking up at you with his gorgeous, sparkling blue eyes. It was probably the hottest thing you have ever seen.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on," he grinned, kissing all over your body and skipping the spot where you needed him most.

"Please,” you whine, closing your eyes.

“Please what?” He smirked, nibbling on your inner thighs.

“Please, touch me; please, I need it so bad.” You begged, gripping the back of his head, trying to push him to where you needed him most. "Well, since you asked so nicely, how could I say no?"

He smirked. His hands grabbed your ass, and his face was just beneath you. You gasped as he pressed tiny kisses directly on your clit. holding onto a fistful of his hair. He went straight for your clit, sucking aggressively as you pulled on his hair.

"Oh, that feels so good, baby, so so good," you gasped. Liam sucked on your clit, like he was starving and you were his meal, roughly parting your legs a bit as he did.

You could feel his fingers teasing you. He slipped a long finger in, making you gasp slightly.

You felt him ducking beneath you, trying to push you over him completely. His finger hooked upwards,toying with your G-spot expertly. He rubbed at it almost professionally.

You could barely keep it together at this point. Making more room for himself, he slipped another one in, which felt like ecstasy.

He growled furiously as he ate you out, sucking on your clit and finger-fucking you faster, sloping in a third finger. His fingers are amazing, and he knows all the right places. You could hear him chuckling to himself. Cocky little shit.

And still, you could tell he was even getting off on it. He loved pleasuring you, especially when he got to watch you completely fall apart on his tongue.

Lifting his head, he replaces his tongue with his thumb, rubbing fast circles on your clit and fingering you harder. making you shout.

"Yeah, you like that, baby, huh? Am I making you feel good?” He asked with a smirk, watching different expressions flash across your face.

“Stop, stop.” You moan, trying to push his head away.

"What? can't take it, baby." He chuckled

“No more, take your fingers out, fuck me, please fuck me.” You begged, pulling his hair.

“All you had to do was ask.” He chuckled, removing his fingers, pressing one last kiss on your clit, making you whine, and then got off his knees, standing up.

Once he’s stood up, you grab the back of his neck, pulling him down and smashing your lips together.

Grabbing the back of your legs, he lifts you up, shoving himself all the way in without warning.

You moaned almost pornographically, digging your nails into his flesh as he thrust aggressively.

He growled quietly in your ear as he aggressively kissed all over your neck. His thrusts were loud, banging you against the wall over and over again. But you didn't care. Hell, you couldn't even feel the pain.

All you could feel was the pleasure that he brought to you, banging you against the bathroom wall as he cupped your ass, nibbling his teeth against your soft skin, and your nails dug into his back, drawing blood from how hard you were clinging on to him, but he didn’t seem to mind as he was groaning out your name.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good, baby.” He groaned, shoving his head into your neck.

"Oh, Liam, yes, Liam." You moaned

"Yeah, you like that, baby. God, you're so tight.” He groaned, sucking bruises into your neck and collarbone.

You moaned as he fucked and kissed you, putting equal amounts of energy into both.

With even more aggressive thrusts into the wall, he twitched inside of you, and your breath hitched in pleasure.

"You make me feel so good, such a good girl. Huh, your daddy's a good girl, aren’t you, baby?” He moaned in your ear.

"Yes, I’m a good girl. I’m your good girl, Daddy." I’m going to cum. Can I come, please, Daddy? I need to so badly." You whine, pulling his hair, earning a grunt in return.

“Come on, baby, I can feel it. Cum for Daddy." He moans, reaching down towards your clit and rubbing fast circles on it while sucking on your nipples.

Both of you moaned as you came together.

You sighed, throwing your head back, exhausted. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, still holding you up against the wall as if you weighed nothing.

"God, I love you.” He said he was pressing kisses all over your face.

“I love you too.” You giggle, squirming in his arms.

Sinking to his knees, he held you up against the wall. He parted your legs, grinning eagerly. "Round two."

"Ugh, you have the best mouth, and I hate it," you admitted. "I don't know. I think you love it." He smirked, shoving his face back in between your legs, leaving you breathless.

#teen wolf #teen wolf smut #liam dunbar #liam dunabr imagine #liam dunbar smut #liam Dunbar teen #teen wolf imagine

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minnaci · 4 months

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POST-SHOW AFTERGLOW

contents: heartsteel!shieda kayn x afab gn!reader (reader's anatomy is described using the words "pussy", "cunt", "clit", and "cervix"), bottom!reader, use of insertive sex toys by reader, kayn walks in on reader masturbating, established relationship, bedsheet banter, fingering, penis-in-vagina sex, cervix mention, light dumbification, creampie, post-coital cockwarming

watching kayn perform live never fails to get you hot and bothered. luckily, kayn is always willing to take responsibility.

or, kayn fucks reader after a heartsteel concert. it's ridiculously good.

there's a wild sort of energy that ebbs and flows around kayn post-show. adrenaline— lightning in a bottle. he's on top of the world. he'd win any fight. he's ready for anything—

his train of thought comes to an abrupt end as he nudges open the door to your bedroom, and immediately, every cell in his body is subsumed by the low-burning embers of arousal.

he is not ready for this.

blankets lay crumpled around your spread legs. you're an angel, every curve caressed by soft light, and your eyes are squeezed shut as you fuck yourself on a thick dildo.

kayn recognizes that toy. it's the one that's the closest to his size and shape. you only use it when you're feeling particularly needy for him, or when you miss him. a soft, tender ache blooms in his chest.

"kayn," you whimper, sugar sweet. you don't seem to have noticed him, lost in your own world of pleasure. "kayn, please, please, i need you, please—"

your voice breaks on a sob, and kayn's mouth goes dry. his fingers curl with the need to take.

"what a nice surprise." kayn's smirk widens into a full, cocky grin when your eyes fly open and you squeak with surprise.

"kayn!" your hands scramble to pull the toy out, and kayn greedily watches as your pretty hole gapes ever so slightly, fluttering around air. another shot of heat, straight to his cock.

"oh, don't stop on my account," kayn says. "i'm just enjoying the show."

your resultant pout creases right between your eyebrows, and he lets loose a laugh, crossing the room in three eager, bounding steps to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. his tongue flickers out, and he licks into your mouth. he loves how you melt in his arms, how you always let him in so easily. you're so perfect for him. he's just about to crawl into bed and show you just how perfect he thinks you are when—

"shower first," you murmur against his lips, as if you hadn't been making a mess of the sheets for hours before he came home.

"but—" kayn knows exactly what you're about to say. he's got "dirty" clothes on, so he can't get on the bed, which is "clean". but can anyone really blame him when you look so tempting, so obscene, that his brain hurts from how hard his cock is?

"kayn—"

"hear me out." he presses a few sweet, pleading kisses to your cheeks, relishing in the way you melt under his easy affection.

"...fine."

"you're so beautiful, baby. look at you all fucked out. do you really expect me to make it a whole shower without jerking off? and if i jerk off, i'll cum, and there won't be anything left in the ol' sacks to fill you with."

you raise an eyebrow, clearly not impressed. damn it. looks like kayn has to bring out the big guns.

"...i'll wash the sheets after we're done," kayn adds. "so they'll be clean again."

"you really want me so bad you'd do laundry for me?" you swoon dramatically— a feat when you're already laying in bed. "is this what it means to be loved?"

"you're a menace," he says. it can't be legal for you to be both cute and devastatingly sexy at the same time. fuck, he loves you so much he swears he'll explode with it. his chest tightens. his fists clench. he can't stand it.

he pounces onto you, heart singing at the elated little yelp you let out as he presses a flurry of kisses to your face.

"i love you," kayn growls, incongruously aggressive for how sweet the words are. his fingers find their way between your thighs, rubbing where you want it the most. he dips inside, just a little, but you tense as if he's shoved all five (and a half!) inches inside of you at once.

"love you— love you too, kayn—"

fuck, he could listen to you saying his name just like that for years, and he'd never go soft.

"relax for me, baby." he stretches you in gentle, practised movements, head spinning as you obey, body going pliant under his covetous hands. you're so perfect for him, already soft and wet from your earlier stint with your toy. your lips find his weak spot— the tender patch of skin right between the junction of his neck and jaw— and he groans, feeling a little insane as you rock back against his fingers, dripping sweet and sticky like warm honey.

"i can't hold back much longer," he says, voice strangled.

"so don't." your breath catches as the tip of his finger brushes against your sweet spot, so he does it again, just to hear you gasp. he could get lost in this, this pleasure of playing your body like the finest of instruments, pulling sound after needy, dripping sound from your pretty mouth.

"kayn— kayn, please, stop teasing, don't hold back, please, i need you—" the sheer desperation in your voice makes kayn's blood sing with pleasure, and he gently removes his fingers from your aching hole, much to your chagrin. you line up the head of his cock with your entrance, shuddering as it pulses a thick glob of pre-cum over your skin. "inside, inside, please—"

there's nothing quite like the initial stretch of kayn's cock as he bullies his way inside of you. he's so thick, and the way he's got you folded makes him feel even bigger. your jaw hangs slack, every nerve trembling with anticipation.

the tip of his cock nudges inside, and you both let out twin moans. your cunt is hungry for it. desperate, even— your gaze goes hazy and unfocused as your pussy sucks softly at his tip.

"so fucking good," he groans. "how are you so fucking good every time?"

if you could speak, you'd say that you could ask him the same thing, but any semblance of coherent speech is knocked from the forefront of your mind as he eases deeper into you. every additional inch of his hot, throbbing cock only serves to make your mind go blank with pleasure. your eyes roll back, flutter shut.

"fuuuck, that's it, baby. feels good, doesn't it?" kayn shudders as he bottoms out. the very tip of his cock kisses a spot deep inside, so sensitive that it sends a thrill up your spine. "there it is— there's that weak spot. yeah, let me use it against you, baby. 'm gonna fuck all that resistance right out of your pretty hole..."

he rolls his hips once, twice, giving a few deep, experimental thrusts. true to his word, his cock massages over your sweet spot. you can't fight the onslaught of sensation, and even if you could, you wouldn't want to. it's so, so good— too good to resist, too good to fight. pleasure melts your brain, turning every coherent thought you might have had to gooey bliss.

your jaw hangs slack. your head spins. pleasure curls around your limbs, pulling you to new heights of mindless need.

"yeah, that's right. this is what you needed, isn't it?"

you don’t have to reply— the answer is written in the slight crossing of your eyes, the subtle trembling of your ribcage, the thin line of saliva that drips from the corner of your mouth. heat builds in your core, spreading like fire across your skin, and you let loose a long moan.

“kayn…” you struggle to make eye contact, lucidity slipping through your fingers with every devastating thrust.

“no thinking,” he says. his thumb finds your clit. the added stimulation makes it all too easy to obey. any semblance of logical thought dissipates into hazy pleasure. you wouldn’t be surprised if your brain was leaking straight out of your dripping cunt.

“no thinking,” you repeat dumbly, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. your fucked-out gaze meets his, and he curses under his breath, cock pulsing inside of you. through it all, he continues rubbing those maddening, mind-melting circles on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

heat envelopes you, swallows you whole and digests you, transforming you into a being of need and pleasure. your nerves sing with molten arousal. every touch, every breath, every heartbeat only sends you spiraling further and further into the depths of debauchery.

“that’s it, baby, let me make you feel good, yeah, yeah—” kayn babbles, his hips stuttering out of rhythm. it makes his cock slide in that much deeper, makes his thumb slip just right against the hood of your clit, and— and—

you fall apart on his cock with a wail, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure. it burns through you, sets the stars ablaze behind your eyelids. your sanity shatters as you all but convulse, gorging yourself on decadent sensation.

thick, creamy warmth floods your insides, and you practically purr at the way the tip of kayn’s cock kisses the sensitive mouth of your cervix. he’s still mumbling mindless praises against the soft skin of your neck even as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. his voice takes on an edge of wretched desperation. “so good, so good, it hurts, baby, hurts good, i— i— fuck…”

he collapses over you, sheathing himself balls-deep with a groan. the last dregs of his cum drool from his tip, dribbling over your sensitive walls. your pussy flutters around him in response, hungry for every last drop of him, and he nearly whimpers at the added sensation. pain and pleasure swirl around you in a heady cocktail of hormones as you come down from your highs together.

when kayn kisses you, it feels right— the natural product of the raw desire that connects you. his lips move against yours sweetly, softly, and he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. the afterglow is made for kissing, for heavy petting, for the cooling of sweat and softening of breaths.

"what was that all about?" kayn murmurs in the hazy quiet, pulling you closer to him. you grumble a bit as his soft cock shifts inside of you, threatening to fall out, and he makes a soothing little noise, ignoring the pricks of painful overstimulation and focusing on keeping you nice and warm and full.

"what was what all about?"

"don't play, baby. what had you so needy tonight?"

"...ah." your face heats up, and you bury your nose in his chest. still, it doesn't muffle your next words. "you looked really, really good on stage tonight. i couldn't stop looking at your stupid bulge through your stupid leather pants."

the honestly is unexpected enough to subvert kayn's knee-jerk instinct to be insufferable and smug. he gapes at you. "you're so fucking cute."

“mhm,” you hum in agreement. “and you’re beautiful. so we match.”

there’s a frazzled sort of silence as kayn short-circuits from the praise. for someone who presents with such an inflated ego, his reaction to genuine compliments is nothing short of charming.

"so... the sheets?" you break the silence, only half-joking.

kayn groans. “i’ll wash them tomorrow. let me enjoy this, baby.”

“i’m holding you to it.” you bury your face in his chest, heart melting a bit as his lips brush over the crown of your head. dirty sheets or not, there’s nowhere else you would rather be than here, limbs tangled with his, soaking in your shared pleasure.

tags: @enchantedforest-network @angelshub

#shieda kayn smut #shieda kayn x reader #heartsteel kayn smut #heartsteel kayn x reader #league of legends smut #league of legends x reader #heartsteel smut #heartsteel x reader #writemin!#+kayn

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moongreenlight · 4 months

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Greek mythology/the Olympians has been my hyperfixation for going on two decades now and I just… Soap as Dionysus.

Always brings a good bottle of wine and a few rooted cuttings of ivy as a housewarming gift. If he’s fixed his attention on you, he’ll also put a few sex toys in the little bag he brings. Puts them right on top for the pleasure of seeing your scramble to try to shove them in a drawer or tuck the whole gift in the closet.

He’s a great time. Has this intoxicating way about him. Like life is a stage and he’s the director. Playful and fun, though a little too enthusiastic at times. Handsy when the two of you hang out. You assume that’s just his nature and excuse it accordingly. Hard not to, gorgeous man that he is. A divine kind of handsome. Like his features are an eons-old amalgamation of all the most beautiful features humans have ever had.

And he gets strangely possessive, even after you’ve been nudging back his wandering hands or putting your hand between his mouth and your neck all night. Borders on vindictive and aggressive if he’s not in the right headspace.

It’s a bit terrifying to see him snapping his teeth in the face of some man at the bar who had only just asked you if you’d wanted a drink. You swear later in the night you see him babbling feverishly to a group of his friends. It sounds like total gibberish, and his friends look even more confused than you feel, but his eyes are wide as saucers and his hands are flying about hazardously. You don’t think much of it after Soap pulls you by the waist to the corner booth and tips a cocktail up to your mouth.

He keeps you out until all hours of the night. Insists on staying jovial. Club-hopping to find the best crowd, best music, best conversation. Keeps you up and active for so long that the confines of reality start to become fuzzy at the edges.

Sexuality expressed through bodies writing and twisting in drunken dance. Bumping up against one another. Collecting strangers and your own sweat in fat beads on your skin that make you shiver when they get heavy enough to trail down the small of your back.

When the room is spinning enough to make you stumble just a bit and you’re unable to do anything but giggle about it, he’s somehow able to make sneaking off into the family bathroom together seem like a good idea. He seems just as drunk as you are, slinging an arm around your shoulders when you walk. Bellowing a laugh when his hand grazes your tit but making no attempt to pull it away.

It’s less easy to be oblivious when you’re in the bathroom together. The muffled music filtering through the bottom of the door. He’s pressing up against you even though now there’s no crowd to excuse his practically grinding his groin on your hip.

It smells like sweat and generic brand bathroom cleaner. You hum when he staggers to the urinal instead of griping at him about how crass it is to take a piss right in front of you. He props himself up on the wall with one hand and a moment after you hear the teeth of his zipper come undone, he lets out a throaty, satisfied groan.

You busy yourself looking in the mirror. Checking your makeup. Seeing if you look as drunk as you feel. It’s filthy. There’s a web of cracks coming from the bottom left where it looks like someone tried to send their fist through to the wall behind it. It makes you a bit dizzy to look at and you have to bend at the waist to get close enough to see the way your mascara has smudged all around your eyes.

And all of a sudden there’s a burning heat behind you. Sickly, feverish heat pressing straight into the pillows of your ass. Soap’s spidery reflection shows up just over your smile sporting a wicked grin. Teeth and eyes flashing.

You try and swat him away, all too used to his comings-on, but he digs his fingers into the fat of your hips bruisingly hard.

“C’mon, hen. Been driving me mad all night. Relax a bit. Jus’ need this. Need you. Please.”

He has to lay flat over your back to hiss in your ear. Teeth clenched like he really needs to put some effort behind his words to sound polite. Like a petulant child who’d just been reminded by their mother to practice manners.

You were practiced in batting back his advances, but for some reason his grit made you falter. His gaze seemed to be burning a hole through you in the mirror. The idea that something inside him was hitting a roaring boil that he couldn’t stop from flowing over made your brain go foggy. The opposite of sobering. His aberrant need was contagious and catching quick.

He smelled like sweat and cheap cologne and dry, sweet wine and woods. Flirty and masculine and overwhelming. And he’s warm and strong behind you, even if he’s pushing his hard cock into you.

Who were you to deny him the pleasure of snapping his hips into your backside a few times? Letting his fingers impatiently tug at the button of your jeans and hastily tug them down with your underwear until they pooled around your ankles?

It didn’t help that the sound of him sending a glob of spit into his hand made you clench around nothing. A familiar warmth gathering between your thighs that made you shift a bit to chase the momentary relief even a touch of friction could provide.

He couldn’t even afford you the decency of pretending not to see. No. Instead he points a spotlight on you and insists you perform for him again. Nudging your legs apart and pressing his thigh flush against your core while purring the filthiest things in your ear.

“Ken I jus’ needed to wear you down, mm? Thought ‘bout this before we went out. Always did get sloppy when you drink. Jus’ needed a little push. That’s it -Jesus- cunt’s so wet. Gonna take good care of her.”

And the club is so packed full of drunken, dancing bodies that hardly anyone notices the way you two stumble out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later. Even though you’re still fumbling with the button of your jeans with shaking hands.

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nastyaromatherapy · 5 months

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Empty Promises (18+)

You think bratty Ethan deserves a little punishment.

Written for (this) request!!

pairing - sub!Ethan Landry x mean!fem!reader

one shot length, 1.7k+ word fic

warnings: pegging, anal play, mommy kink, degradation, spanking, tbh could've been way filthier i rushed this

“You know the rules, Ethan,” you whispered to the boy, who you'd just found masturbating. His laptop was filled with porn links, he never thought you'd be home so soon. “No touching myself without permission,” he huffed, sulking on the bed. “That's right,” you congratulated.

“Do you do this every time I'm at work? Do you disobey me this much?” He was quick to shake his head, “No! I just couldn't help it today, it hurt s'bad. I’m sorry.” He whined, eyes glossy. “An apology does help your case a little.” He sighed with relief at that. He was a shit sub, getting punished more times than not.

“How about,” you start, starting to slowly pump his leaking cock with your fist, causing a whimper to slip out of his lips. “I touch you, and you can cum as much as you want, with permission of course. Catch is, you can't touch me. How's that sound?” Ethan writhed at your touch and sighed. “But I need you mama, it's gonna be so hard,” he complained. “Stop fucking bitching,” you snapped as you grabbed ahold of his hair. He groaned at the force.

“I'm sorry, mama,” he swallowed. “I'l- I'll take whatever you give me,” he pouted. “Fix your fucking face, Eth,” you ordered, making him sulk even more. “Why do you have to be s'mean,” he muttered, making you roll your eyes. “Because you don't fucking behave,” you said through gritted teeth, releasing your grip on his curls, making him fall back a bit. “But y'know what, fine, let's negotiate. What do you think you deserve,” you said reluctantly.

“To be fucked, by you,” he answered. You looked over to the chest drawer that contained all of your toys you had for Ethan. Paddles, ball gags, and of course, dildos and straps. You turned back to him, “You just say that cause you're a fucking whore. That's no punishment,” you tsked. "No, it is! You can use the big one that almost ripped me apart last time," he said as his voice grew quieter and quieter as his words went on, probably regretting what he was saying.

You tilted your head and nodded, open to the idea. “Okay,” you agreed. Ethan's pupils dilated as he watched you get up to rummage through the drawer. The dildo he was speaking of wasn't the longest he's ever taken, but the thickest. He bit his lip as you stripped off your blouse and dress pants, leaving you in your black vickies. “Can you prep yourself for me baby?” You asked, tossing him a bottle of lube.

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he squirted the lube on his fingers. He groaned as he slipped a finger into himself, curling it and trying to distribute the lube. You tried to hide your smirk when you witnessed his poor attempt at fingering himself without you noticing. Nobody moans that much from lubing.

“So, you're already breaking the rules?” You asked after you finished harnessing the strap and attaching the girthy dildo. You turned to look at him cunningly, eyes narrow. “If I had known you'd disobey this early,” you started, sitting back on the bed with him. “I would've just got the paddle,” you shrugged nonchalantly. He whined, “No- mama, you can just use your hands! Please I swear I'll be good,” he cried as you got up to retrieve a pink, studded paddle from the chest.

“You're speaking in empty promises, Eth.” He muttered an, “I'm sorry,” and you sarcastically smiled before quickly faltering it. “All fours, bitch,” you commanded, standing above him as he slowly complied, his ass in front of you in full view.

You dragged the paddle in circles on his ass, making him let out a crackly sob. “Crying already? I haven't even done anything to you yet,” you chuckled. “Shut up,” he muttered before realizing his fatal mistake. “I’m sorry!” He said, scrambling to fix what he’d done. You fumed and quickly spanked him without hesitation, three times consecutively, a second long breather between each thrash. He whimpered as he kept muttering apologizes.

“The funny thing is, I didn’t even plan on fucking using this on you. I was just teasing,” you said, throwing the paddle behind your back as he continued to squirm from the everlasting stings.

You rested your forehead on your fist. “Can you ever just be good? Can I ever come home to a sweet boy, who’s eager, and willing, and doesn’t fucking brat out every five seconds?” You asked him rhetorically. “Because if you want to be a brat, I’ll treat you like a fucking brat,” you spat, making him wine.

“Please mama, just fuck me. I’ll shut up I swear!” He persuaded. You hummed and grabbed his balls. He whimpered at his vulnerability, extremely turned on. “I’ll fuck you like the slutty brat you are, Eth, and you’re gonna love every second of it, cause you’re mine.”

You released your hold on him and joined him on the bed. He got off of his fours to face you. He whimpered when you grabbed him by the hair again, your favorite move, and laid your lips on his. He smiled into the kiss, making you smile too. No matter how annoying he got, you always loved him. “I’m yours,” he admitted into the kiss, making you hum before pulling away.

“That’s a good boy,” you praised, the first time you got to say it in a while. You laid back on the pillows and toyed with the tip of your silicone, skin colored cock. “Can you suck me off, baby? Mommy would love that so much,” you said adoringly. He nodded and crawled in between your legs.

He was a bit hesitant to take you in his mouth, “I'm not sure I can, mama,” he whined. Your eyebrows furrowed, “Of course you can, cause you're a good boy for me, right?” He sighed, eyeing your cock before complying. He swallowed the head, letting out “mmhpfs,” around your artificial length. You moaned, both as a show for him, and because watching him do something so slutty turned you on so damn much.

“Mm, you feel so good sucking my cock pretty boy,” you moaned, making his hollowed cheeks flush a fuchsia from the compliment. You rubbed your thumb on the apple of his cheeks as you watched him take your thick cock in and out of his throat.

You reached down to slip the cock out of his mouth, making him whine with desperation. His oral fixation was pathetic. “Are you gonna behave?” You asked as you stood on your knees above him. He looked up at you and nodded. “Words, Ethan,” you softly demanded as you tilted his chin up. “Yes,” he whispered. “I'll behave.”

You smiled as he complied, hopping off of the bed. “Bend over the edge.” He submitted and did so, sprawling out, letting you view his ass that was slowly fading from the pink. You were calm as you got the bottle of lube to wipe on your cock, already covered with Ethan's slobber. You made sure to get it inside of him as well, since his feeble attempt at masturbation got the lubrication to be cut short. You curled your two fingers inside of him, making him writhe against the sheets with a whimper.

Even after you pulled out and only pressed the tip around his hole the room flooded with his noises, making you lose focus. “Eth I swear to god, I will use the fucking gag on you.” You barked, which made him quickly apologize and shut up. You lined the head up with his asshole before sliding in, leading Ethan to gasp harshly as he bit the sheets. His grunts were guttural as he was stretched so roughly, tears welling in his eyes. He knew that this was his punishment and that he was just going to have to take it, but it was gonna be a long couple minutes.

You finally snaked your way all the way into him, brushing at his prostate causing him to moan. He sobbed against the sheets as he was filled, the stretch immensely greater than anything else he's taken before. “’Hurts, mama,” he cried as you tore his ass apart. “Too big.” You tsked at him before slapping his ass with your bare hands, making him wail. “You asked for this, slut, and you're gonna fucking take it.”

His tears dripped onto the sheets which you reveled in, so desperately wanting to taste his emotional waters. “Fuck!” He screamed as he slowly started to accommodate to your girth.

His whines didn't stop as you slowly pistoned in and out of him, grabbing onto his hips for support. Soon, his whines turned into “uh, uh, uhs,” showing he relished in it. You let his newfound pleasure go unnoticed and continued to fuck him at the same pace, teasing the poor boy. You saw him trying to push back on your cock and you couldn't hold back a laugh, making his cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Does the slut want more?” You cooed, causing him to whimper from the humiliation. “Yes,” he said just below a whisper.

“What was that?” You asked, having too much fun. “Please fuck me harder, mommy, I want more,” he cried, continuing to scoot his ass back onto you. “Was that hard?” You asked as you drilled into him deeper, picking up the pace. He moaned and expressed his gratitude as you repeatedly hit his prostate. “Thank you, mama.”

His cock twitched against the mattress, it ached from the prolonged abstinence of being touched. His eyes rolled back as he groaned and drooled all over the sheets, going dumb on your length. “Need to cum mommy, please let me cum!” He begged as his cock stained the mattress with his precum. You didn't respond and only kept fucking him at an animalistic pace.

“Please, please, mama let me cum, ’hurts s'bad,” he cried out, arching his back. “Where's it hurt?” You asked him, reaching down between him and the bed to stroke his cock. “Here?” You asked while milking him completely. He let out “mhms,” using everything he had in him to not cum.

You hummed as you watched him comply, a surprising feat for him. “Cum, Eth,” you whispered, making him scream and release his load all over your hands and bed. “Thank you, thank you,” he repeated as he breathed heavily from the orgasm, feeling empty as you pulled out of him. You continued to stroke him, prolonging his high as cum continued to spurt from his tip. “You're welcome sweet boy.”

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blue-sadie · 5 months

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Take A Breather

Miguel O'Hara x Camgirl Reader

Summary: getting a notification from his favorite adult live streamer let's him get the relaxation he needs.

Warning: office masturbation, kinda short

Miguel/3rd person pov

Miguel's mind was becoming hazey as he stared at mission report on his computer, he let out a frustrated sigh and slammed his fist against his desk hissing out at the sting of pain.

He was stressed and overworked his hasn't had a break in hours? Days? He can't really remember his been couped up in hq only taking forced breaks by his team.

I let out a groan as I rubbed my face I was pent up and didn't really have much time to myself I looked down at the ground closing my eyes trying to regain my thoughts as I took in deep breaths.

My breath hitched as a notification rang through my ears my eyes snapped to my computer screen and I slightly bit my lip my eyes sharpening as I saw it was her.

'NaughtyBunny has gone live come join her: come check out me and my new toy ;)' I swiftly moved to click on the link but I hesitated and looked around briefly and sighed once more.

A quick look won't hurt anyone I spoke internally to myself and nodded before clicking on my link I grinned as she appeared on the screen her famous bunny ears settled in her head, her make up was natural and brought out her distinctive features.

She was wearing black lacy lingerie with a silver chocker tightly around her neck I groaned out and moved one of my hands to rub my bulge through my suit I just want to tug her towards me by her chocker and make her beg for me to please her.

"I got a surprise for everyone" you sang so innocently I wonder if people are surprised what you do for work, you bent down showing off your ass to the camera as you picked up a red box.

I raised my eyebrows intrigued and watched carefully as you removed the lid grabbing the item inside and showing it to the camera my breathe quickened in anticipation.

It was a pink dildo that was almost the same size as my cock it was somewhat normal except for the little bumps that run along the side "I saw it and thought it would be a nice addition to the collection we have" you giggle turning your head to your back wall filled with 'toys'.

A few donations of 5 to 15 dollars popped up on screen of people telling you different things calling you theirs and different names I would be wrong if I said I wasn't jealous that other people got to see you like this.

You laughed at your comments replying to a few of them as you grabbed your bottle of lube drizzling it down the dildo and using both of your hands to rub it in.

I groaned out and finally released myself from my suit grabbing my cock touching it in sync with your movements "it's so big" you murmured nervously and traced one of your finger tips along the bumps.

"I don't think it will fit" you bit your lip harshly "I'll fucking make it fit" I panted to myself my eyes glued to the screen I grazed my fingers over the head of my leaking cock making a shiver run up my spine.

I watched intently as you raise yourself up and slowly sinking onto the dildo your moans and whines only fueling my desire "fuck it's huge" you cried only fitting a quarter of it inside you.

You leaned forward onto your arms and slowly raised yourself up and down on it slowly taking more each time you go down, I could see your lips quiver as you moaned and the tensing of your muscles as you moved.

I let out grunts of my own slightly tightening the hold I have of my cock imagining it was you instead "fuck fuck fuck" I growled quickly my pace as you did too.

I watched as your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you finally fit the whole thing inside you "I think I can feel my insides being rearranged" you laughed breathless and fanned your red face.

"Oh trust me mi amor I could do much worse" I growled, you slowly began to move again this time you quickened your pace as you go your moans getting louder with each bounce "shit i-i think I'm gonna cum" you squealed.

I felt myself to start to pulse "cum with me mi amor" I groaned my jerking movements fultering as I felt myself close to cumming "fuck" we both moaned in sync as we cam, my cum shooting onto my stomach.

"Well guys-" you panted hazely "I hope you- enjoyed my new toy" you smiled lazily your eyes still filled with the daze of climaxing you leaned towards the camera and knocked the live stream off, I sighed happily and quickly turned to my phone calling someone.

"Yn I need you at hq state, I have a- mission for you"

#into the spider verse x reader smut #into the spider verse x reader #into the spider verse #itsv #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader smut #oscar isaac x reader smut #oscar isaac smut #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac x reader #marvel x reader #marvel smut #marvel x reader smut

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rodolfoparras · 6 months

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I needed to share this thought/drabble??? about Price I just had. I just need him so much. (If this makes you uncomfortable I am so sorry!! And this is very much not a request!! More so me sharing my very nsfw thoughts about Price!! <33)

But old man Price right, he’s heard of your escapades. What you’re like in bed from soldiers who are a little loose lipped about their times with you. Knows how you like to top, and how you like to make sure your partners get their backs blown out and orgasm at least three times (if not more if they can handle it)

But he’s never bottomed, and is wondering what it feels like. While he’s not inexperienced with the process, he’s just never done it to himself. And he’s so curious and wants you so bad, but it’s not like he can come up to you and just ask! So with a bright red face, he goes online and orders a package.

When the package arrives, he’s all nervous and flustered. But he’s determined to know how it feels, and knows it’ll feel good. So he hops in the shower, cleans himself good, and dries himself off. Then there, on his bed, is his package with a dildo about your rumored size and a big thing of lube.

Then there he is, Old man Price riding it slowly, cheeks flushed and a small look of disbelief over how good it feels. Biting his bottom lip as small whines and whimpers build in his throat. Arms and chest resting against the headboard for balance, and him shuddering as he slowly moves up and down. Still getting used to the feeling RAHHHHHH

Again if this made you uncomfortable I am so sorry!! I apologize ten fold if it did!! Just let me know and I’ll apologize and never do it again!!

🐻‍❄️-

Polar bear anon if I could I would literally give you the world thank you so much for this thought

Bc hear me out sugar

Old man Price who’s only ever been a top because his partners have always preferred his size. He knew he was big, made his partners feel like they were being split open on his dick, and don’t get it wrong he loved making them feel that way but many times he couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like taking a cock his size, always found himself carefully gauging his partners reaction wondering about the delicious burn they’d feel, watching the way their holes eagerly sucked him in, many time he wonder if he’d be just as eager if that were him, many times he’d finger himself to the thought of taking a dick the same size as his maybe even bigger, if he were lucky

Old man price having his room next to yours so he can obviously hear when you got someone there for the night, many times he can’t help but touch himself to the noises because at the end of the day he was a sad old man and this is the best he could get,cumming all over his fist and stomach pretending it was you fucking him into the mattress and immediately feeling guilty afterwards because it’s so wrong but he can’t get himself to stop.

Price knew it was fucked up getting a toy that’s rumored to be your size, , and for a while he keeps the toy in his closet unable to stomach the guilt eating at him but one night he hears you and whoever you brought for the night getting it on and he’s just laying there eyes squeezed shut cock hard and leaking between his thighs and he’s just thinking don’t do it John don’t do it John it’s wrong but he quickly finds himself falling back into the same old routine, reaching over his night stand where he keeps the lube bottle, swiftly pouring it onto his fingers before pushing two digits past his puckered rim

However this time around he can’t get himself to cum maybe because he knows that his fingers are nothing compared to your cock or maybe because he knows he’s got the toy bearing your size stashed deep in his closet,

he can’t even find it in himself to care as he walks over to get it, before quickly getting back in bed, pouring lube over the plastic before nudging the tip against his rim

and fuck it hurts, he didn’t even give himself time to prepare himself properly, too eager to just feel the thing inside him, whines and whimpers escaping his lips as he continues to take inch by inch, he doesn’t notice that the sounds from the other room have quieted down

But he cant even focus on anything else except for the fact that he’s starting to feel something, a lick of pleasure, a small jolt coursing through his body, but it’s not enough, nothing like he imagined,the toy is clumsy and barely hits his prostate and he almost sobs in frustration, fat tears trickling down his cheeks, fisting the sheets and wishing you’d been there to fuck him.

#I had sexy writers block and this kicked me to write something pls send more price thoughts 🫶🏻#call of duty #john price #I cant promise any full fics or properly drabbles but at least I’m forcing my brain to work #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #top male reader #dom male reader #sub male character #bottom male character #🐻‍❄️ anon

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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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Idle hands are the devil's playthings.

Perseverance | SOLOMON x afab!Reader 2.3k words | NSFW | Smut | Established Relationship Content warnings: Pet names, (mutual) masturbation, phone sex, teasing/orgasm denial, sex toys, sex magic, cursing, aftercare, implied past Asmo x afab!Reader x Solomon, implied/referenced kink/relationship negotiations. Reader uses gn!pronouns. Insatiable AU: [Part 1] [Part 3]

You know Solomon is up to something the moment he strolls into the RAD student council chambers unannounced. He was supposed to meet you at the House of Lamentation later - so why is he here now?

He returned from his trip to the human world early that morning, and you tried to tempt him to come see you before class. You missed him after nearly a week of not being with him, and you were desperate.

“I know, darling, I missed you too,” he said on the phone, but his voice had that mischievous tone that made you shiver with anticipation. “I have a few more errands to finish before I can come see you. I’ll fetch you after dinner this evening, and then I’m all yours.”

You reminded yourself that throwing tantrums about wanting your boyfriend to fuck you senseless wasn’t appropriate behaviour. The messages he sends you certainly don’t help. He reminds you of all the things he missed about you while he was gone and what he plans to do to make up for his absence.

You're confident that you're prepared for whatever else he might do to tease you while you're stuck at RAD. You keep a kit in your locker that contains several pairs of clean underwear, a soft washcloth and a small bottle of liquid soap. It’s useful for days like today when you’re so fucking needy that your arousal soaks through your underwear; your thighs feel unpleasantly damp and sticky if you don’t change them.

When you can’t stop squirming in your seat, you ask to be excused and rush from the classroom. You lock yourself in one of the staff washrooms so you can relieve yourself in privacy. You pull down your uniform and lean against the wall, hand inside your underwear so you can tease your throbbing clit and stuff your needy hole with your fingers. It’s a futile effort to relieve the ache inside you that’s driving you to distraction. It works for a while, but desire still simmers inside you endlessly, constantly threatening to boil over with each depraved thought you try to ignore.

Your kit is going to need replenishing by the end of the day at this rate. You’re using up your spare clothes and taking self-care breaks between classes so often, it feels like a new record for you.

You can’t help yourself; Solomon has been sending you text after text of filth, spilling loose all his own fantasies about what he wants to do to you. He describes in excruciating detail what he imagined when he fisted his cock during those lonely nights without you. He also reminds you that he still has something planned to punish you for the video you sent him.

Oh, right - the video. It was two days ago when you woke up with your hand in your pajama pants while your hips rolled pathetically against your mattress. You called him and his voice was still thick with sleep, but he knew what you wanted. He guided you through two orgasms, his rough voice in your ear telling you how to touch yourself. You obeyed when he told you to stop and listen to him instead, letting the slick sounds of his hand around his cock tease you until you begged him to let you come too.

A couple hours later, you were in class and copying notes from the blackboard when your D.D.D. pinged with a message from Solomon. He wanted to inform you that he had an important meeting later that day, so you might not hear from him until that evening. The next message he sent was a picture - presumably from that morning - of his hand wrapped around his cock and a pearly-white rope of cum trailing up his naked belly.

That bastard.

You raised your hand to excuse yourself and you nearly ran from the classroom. Once you were alone in one of the nearby washrooms, you fucked yourself with your fingers and muffled your cries with your other hand. You changed your soaked underwear for new ones and spent the rest of the day deciding how you wanted to repay him.

When you got home from RAD that afternoon, you locked yourself in your room and rummaged through your toy drawer. You sent him a generous gift of your own: a video of you fucking yourself with one of your favourite toys. Your pleased noises combined with the obscene squelch of your slick as you thrust the toy in and out of your hole. You teased your nipples between your finger tips and when you came, you cried out his name with the toy buried deep, kissing your cervix; your free hand teased your clit through the aftershocks. When your body finally went limp, you said his name one last time with a breathy sigh.

His response to your gift was him telling you how naughty you were. Apparently, he received your message during a very important meeting. Even without sound, the video of you - beautiful, lustful, incredible you - nearly drove him mad. He had to excuse himself to deal with his cock, achingly hard and leaking inside his trousers.

Oops.

It was difficult to feel guilty about it at the time, especially since he didn’t mention the video again until today.

The student council meeting is almost finished, and Solomon is speaking to Diavolo and Lucifer about something. He glances at you from the corner of his eye, and there’s something unreadable in his stare.

You look away and try to think of anything but him and his cock and what you’d like him to do with it. The other demon brothers are still mingling in the room and chatting amongst themselves. No matter how much you might want Solomon to fuck your brains out, as hard and as rough as possible, you don’t want to make a scene in front of them. You can be patient a little longer.

You need to retrieve your belongings on the dais before you can go home. You're surprised by the strange tingling between your legs as you walk. The sensation increases, and you suck in a breath to keep yourself from gasping when there’s a soft, teasing pressure against your clit. You try to ignore it and keep walking, but your knees buckle when the pressure travels through your folds and teases against your entrance.

You reach the dais just in time; you lean against it, palms slicked with sweat as something slips into your needy hole and massages your walls. Whatever it is is rubbing that soft spot deep inside, and you're on the brink of ruin. You clench your jaw to keep yourself from moaning when pleasure surges through you out of nowhere.

The orgasm leaves you winded and you’re panting heavily, but everyone else seems too distracted to notice. You look over your shoulder and spot Solomon across the room. He catches your eye and holds up his hand, his fingers wiggling playfully at you. He starts rubbing his bottom lip with his forefinger and you can hear him hum in agreement in response to whatever Diavolo just said to him.

You stare at him, mouth open in shock, when you feel the vibrations of his hum inside you. Your walls instinctively clench around nothing, and he winks at you before he looks away.

That absolute bastard.

You’re not sure what sort of magic he’s using on you or how it works. All you know is that you're exhausted and desperately fighting the temptation to collapse on the floor. You're one devilish smirk or teasing touch away from becoming a writhing, sobbing mess for everyone else to see.

You can feel him trying to coax more pleasure from you, but it's too much. You can't possibly endure more of this, not without completely humiliating yourself in front of your friends. There’s an exit to the side of the dais, and you manage to push through the door on your trembling legs. The sensations between your legs stop suddenly, and you head for the nearest washroom.

You’re not sure how long you’re in there, rubbing at your swollen clit and biting your lip to keep yourself from screaming. When you’re finally spent, your entire body is shaking. You feel hot and sweaty, and your clothes are damp and sticking uncomfortably to your skin. You groan loudly in frustration when you realize you left your bag - and the remainder of your kit - in the student council chambers.

It’s only when you hear a chuckle echo in the empty space around you that you realize you forgot to lock the door. Thankfully, you recognize who it is and nearly sigh with relief instead.

“I brought your bag,” Asmo announces when you poke your head out of the stall to make sure he’s alone. “I sensed something was going on between you two and figured you might need it.” He left it on the counter for you, and you clean yourself up as best as you can before going home.

“Appreciate it,” your voice warbles pathetically. Your throat is parched and you wince from the discomfort of choking down your moans and cries earlier.

Asmo looks you over, and you can tell that he’s equal parts curious and concerned. “It’s been a while since the last time I saw you look like this,” he notes. “What’s gotten him so worked up this time?”

You cup water into the palms of your hands and splash your face; it’s a cool relief for your warm cheeks. “I might’ve sent him a dirty video during a meeting when he was away.”

Asmo laughs - he can imagine the details, so he doesn’t ask for them. However, his worry for you doesn’t fade. There’s still a noticeable tremor in your legs. “Did he stop what he was doing to you?”

You nod and start peeling off your bottoms and underwear. You’re too tired to go back into the stall to change, and it’s nothing Asmo hasn’t seen before. “As soon as I left the student council chambers.”

“Good,” Asmo nods. He knows the rules as well as you and Solomon do - he helped you write them, after all.

You’re wiping yourself clean with the washcloth from your kit - it’s a quick, sloppy job, but you still feel a little better. “Was he ever like this with you?” you ask curiously.

The question surprises him and Asmo hums for a moment while he considers his response. “Like this? No, not really. The times we were together before - before you, I mean - it was more like an itch he needed to scratch. He had his moments, sure, but nothing like the way he is with you.” Asmo laughs, and it sounds almost bitter. “You two bring out the worst in each other, in the best possible ways.”

Their history together isn’t something you normally bring up, and you’re worried that you might’ve hurt Asmo’s feelings. He has a frown on his face, and his eyes look a bit sharp, like he’s annoyed by something. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He tilts his head curiously when he looks at you, and his lips tick up in amusement. “Don’t get me wrong, I still have my little moments of jealousy,” he admits, but then he clarifies for your benefit, “but it’s not you I’m jealous of.”

You’re not entirely surprised by his admission. The opportunities he has to indulge himself with you are rather limited, and it’s been a while. It almost makes you feel guilty when he helps you like this, his eyes so full of concern and affection for you. He loves you unconditionally, making no demands of you; he’s only ever cared about your well-being.

You adjust your clothes and try to smooth out the wrinkles of your uniform. Your reflection in the mirror still looks like a slightly worse-for-wear version of yourself, but you look better than you did before. You catch Asmo’s gaze in the mirror, and you both smile at each other.

“Thank you for checking on me,” you murmur appreciatively when he turns you around to face him.

He pulls a stray hair off your jacket. “There’s no need to thank me. I wanted to make sure you were alright.” He looks a little bashful when he admits, “it’s not very often I get to spend time with you like this. Solomon is very greedy with your company - not that I blame him.”

You feel a little flustered when he hands you your bag. “For what it’s worth, I miss you too.” There was more than one occasion during Solomon’s absence when you considered going to Asmo for comfort, or for relief. They were desperate thoughts in your most neediest moments. Even in your lust-fogged state, you knew you’d regret asking him later. He would’ve said no - or forced himself to say no, most likely - no matter how tempted he was to give you what you wanted.

Perhaps it’s time to revisit some of the rules.

It’s almost like he can sense what you’re thinking because Asmo gives you a knowing look. He drapes an arm over your shoulders so he can pull you into his side, and you lean against him gratefully as you walk together. “You know, there’s an event at The Fall next week I think you might enjoy. You’re both welcome to join me.”

You glance up at him and worry your bottom lip between your teeth. “It’s not one of those events, is it? Because I really don’t think I can stomach it a second time.”

He presses a kiss into your hair. He told himself he wouldn't take you back to one of those events again, even if you begged him to. “Of course not. This is one of the club's regular dance events, but the theme sounds intriguing. I think we'll be able to enjoy ourselves, together.” His playful tone intrigues you, and you promise to consider it.

The student council chambers have emptied by now, and you head towards the exit instead. You see Solomon waiting for you both in the distance when you step outside. “I'll ask him about it later, okay?”

Asmo gives Solomon a subtle thumbs-up behind your shoulder to let him know you’re alright. “There’s no rush.” He winks at you just to see you get flustered all over again. “I have a feeling you two won’t be doing much talking tonight.”

#series: insatiable #obey me solomon #obey me solomon x reader #solomon x reader #solomon smut #obey me solomon x mc #solomon x mc #obey me solomon x you #solomon x you #obey me smut #omswd smut #obey me x reader #omswd x reader #obey me fanfic #x reader #afab!reader

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theshippirate22 · 1 year

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Eddie had seen some weird shit before.

I mean, he’d almost gotten eaten by rabid demon bats, and he’d watched Nancy Wheeler-resident priss- go ballistic with a sawed off shotgun, and he’d watched Chrissy crumple up and float into the air via the power of some eldritch horror.

Yeah, he’d seen some Weird Shit™️

However, nothing he’d seen in his 19 years of life as weird as this. Not demobats, or a gun obsessed honors student, or a literal magic murder. This was the weirdest thing he’d ever seen, no contest.

Steve fucking Harrington- you know, the most popular guy at Hawkins High, Hawkins’ most eligible bachelor, teenage heartthrob Steve Harrington- was sprawled on his stomach on the coffee table. His knees were on the couch behind him, feet kicked up to rest against the back of it, and his face was on the floor.

Well, that wasn’t true. His face was buried in Andrea Wheeler’s stomach and he was saying “Nom nom nom,” over and over again into her onesie, tickling at her sides to make her squirm.

Andrea saw nothing wrong with this, giggling incessantly with her pudgy baby fingers fisted around the longer parts of his hair.

The laugh that burst out of Eddie couldn’t have been stopped; that was a fact. It didn’t help that when Steve heard him, he instantly shouted “Ah shit!” and tried to lift his head, but Andrea refused to loosen her grip and yanked on his hair, which was immediately followed by “Ow! Shit!”

Eddie had to lean against the doorway to support himself. His sides ached from laughing so hard and he was gasping for breath not managing any words except “What are you doing?”

Steve managed to extract her fists and look up, flushed pink in shame all the way to the tips of his ears. He scrambled off the coffee table and the second he was out of her sight, Andrea started to cry.

“I was just playing with her…” Steve mumbled, sweeping her off the floor and slipping his knuckle in her mouth for her to chew on. “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

“I didn’t know you were on babysitting duty again.” Eddie wiped a few of his tears away, managing to keep his face straight. “I get why you’re her favorite now, though. You are committed to the bit.”

Steve rolled his eyes, pink flooding back into his face. He wouldn’t even look him in the eye. “Yeah… what can I help you with, dude?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t get shy. It’s cute, you know?”

“Oh, gee, thanks.” He pushed into the kitchen, setting Andrea in the high-chair-esque thing strapped to the counter. She instantly started to cry again so he handed her a wooden spoon She fumbled with it for a minute before sticking it in her mouth.

“I’m not shitting you, I’m serious. She’s gonna turn out a lot better than any of us did.”

“God, I hope so.” He pulled the box of baby oatmeal from the pantry and set it on the counter. Andrea threw the spoon and reached for him, starting to cry again.

Eddie picked up the spoon and set it on the counter in her reach, but he didn’t look away from Steve. Andrea did not accept the reoffered toy, and threw her head back to scream.

Eddie winced- God, this kid had a set of lungs on her- but he didn’t miss the way Steve’s shoulders slumped a bit and his eyes drooped heavily. But he sighed deeply, and gave Andrea his hand. She took hold of his thumb and pinky in each hand respectively and gnawed on the fingertips of the other three. “Will you grab her bottle?”

He crossed over and opened the fridge. There were three bottles- again with the Weird Shit; most twenty-something men didn’t have containers (plural) of their ex’s breastmilk in their fridge, but what did he know- all of which were labeled with a sticky note bearing a day of the week. “Which…?”

“There’s one from Tuesday, I think. Whichever is oldest.”

Eddie retrieved it, realized it was just about empty and grabbed the Thursday one too just in case. “What’s gonna happen when your parents come home and find all this stuff?”

“They won’t.” He poured some of the powdered oatmeal into a bowl, dumped in the Tuesday milk, stirred it, contemplated, then added some of Thursday. “Come home, that is.”

“Why not?”

“They don’t live here anymore. Like they own it and everything, but they bought a house in Miami, and they’d rather be there, so that’s where they live.”

He sat at the barstool across the counter from him. “And are we happy about that…?”

Steve shrugged. “I don’t know anything different. They’ve always been gone.”

Eddie wanted to say something, to take this away from him, but he was afraid anything he said would be interpreted as pity and it wasn’t, and Steve didn’t want that anyway.

Besides, Andrea had started to make a game out of biting the spoon every time Steve put it in her mouth, and he was starting to get frustrated again very quickly.

“Hey, can I have a turn?”

Steve stared at him. It was certainly no secret Eddie had no interest in the baby; the first time he’d been handed her, he looked positively horrified and Steve had laughed and taken her back.

“I don’t ever get to feed her,” He added quickly. “I only ever see her when Nancy’s around, and… well, you know.”

Steve wiped Andrea’s mouth with the spoon, set it back in the bowl, and pushed it across the counter to him.

Eddie had never fed a baby; there wasn’t anyone younger than, like, 13 in his life besides Andrea. He’d watched Steve do it long enough to figure it out though.

She regarded him with some suspicion for the first couple spoonfuls, but eventually, she warmed up to the fact that he had the food now.

Steve leaned back against the counter behind him, tipping his head against the cabinets and closing his eyes.

Eddie cocked an eyebrow. “Steve?”

“Hmm?” He mumbled, not opening his eyes.

“You do know you can tell Nancy no, right? You don’t have to babysit every time she asks.”

“I offered.” He yawned. “She doesn’t like asking me, but I know how important it is for her to finish her dissertation, so I don’t mind.”

“You know, she could send her to daycare.”

“Absolutely not. Books said no.”

It had been a while since Steve had referenced The Books. They weren’t a necessary now that she wasn’t a newborn, but what The Books said, goes. It had been weird enough watching Steve spend so much time reading while Nancy was pregnant and after Andrea was born, but it was equally weird hearing how much he’d learned and how much he talked about them. He’d never get used to that.

“Look, it’s not a big deal.” Steve added. “It’s like three times a week, is all. She needs the time. She’s got to write the dissertation.”

Eddie set the spoon down to look at him. “I don’t know, maybe she should’ve thought of that before she got knocked up on a one-night stand.”

“Eddie!” Steve snapped, staring him down with the bitchiest face he’d ever seen.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just saying.”

“She’s our friend. The least we can do is help her. It doesn’t matter what happened, Andrea is here and someone has to watch her. I can do it, so I should. It’s what friends do.”

Eddie nodded haphazardly. He’d heard the whole spiel before. “Well, you’re my friend. And I’m worried about you.”

“What- Why- I’m fine!” He spluttered indignantly.

“Yeah? Alright. Go take a shower.”

“Why…? Do I need it?” He lifted his shirt to sniff-test and grimaced. “Okay, yeah, I do. What’s your point?”

Andrea started to fuss because the oatmeal was gone. Steve and Eddie lunged to grab the box at the same time. Steve got it first, just because his arms were longer, but Eddie yanked it from his hand and started to pour some more.

“That’s what we’re talking about.”

“We? Who’s ‘we?’ What are you talking about?”

Eddie sighed, stirring in more of the Thursday milk to get the consistency right and offered it to Andrea. “What do you think I’m doing here?”

“I don’t know, man. I thought you needed something.”

“Buckley sent me. So did Wheeler, actually. This is your intervention.”

Steve rolled his eyes, propping his hands on his hips. “I don’t need an intervention.”

Eddie raised his eyebrow suspiciously. Eyed the sink full of dishes- Steve hated dishes in the sink- the stack of mail overtaking the kitchen table, the dirty towels in a wad on the floor in front of the laundry room like a free throw that didn’t quite make it.

“What?! Okay, so it’s harder to do stuff when I’ve got the baby. Whatever. I’m the only person that lives here.”

“Steve.”

“It doesn’t really matter anyway. What if I went to your house and started nitpicking the state of your room? Because, I guarantee it’s worse than this.”

“Steve.”

“I don’t need an intervention. Nothing’s wrong. You’re all delusional because you think I’m completely incapable of everything, even though I’ve been-“

“Steve.”

“What?!”

He hadn’t realized until now that Eddie had stood up and crossed around the island to stand right by him. “You do know Nancy finished the dissertation two weeks ago, right?”

“How do you know that?” He swallowed hard, obviously irritated at being caught in his lie.

“Because she told me. Right after she told me that you’ve called almost every day for the last month to offer to babysit. You never go out with Robin anymore, you don’t want to come get high with me anymore, you don’t even take the kids to the arcade anymore. We’re worried.”

Steve rolled his eyes again, starting to turn around like he could walk out of the conversation because it was so unbearably ridiculous, but Eddie grabbed his shoulders and steeled him where he stood.

“Steve.”

“What.” It wasn’t a question; it was an ultimatum.

“Do you have postpartum depression?”

Steve gave him the dirtiest look that could’ve been possible. “Har har, you’re hilarious.”

“I’m not fucking with you, I swear. Do you?”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve got a mental illness that only new moms get because of a newborn over a baby I’m not even the father of SIX MONTHS after she was born! That’s definitely what-“

Eddie wasn’t here to argue. He roped his arms around Steve’s neck and pulled him down against his shoulder in a kind of violent affection that reinforced that Steve was being a moron, but Eddie was here. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Steve tried to push away at first, but Eddie didn’t let go, if anything pulling him closer, and eventually, his hands fell away from Eddie’s chest and wrapped around his waist. His shoulders relaxed, his face buried into Eddie’s neck.

“She needs me.” He mumbled. “She needs me. She needs me.”

“Who does?”

“Andrea.”

“Yeah, but she’s gotta be with her mom sometimes too. She needs her too. Nance said she’s with you more than her.”

“She needs me.”

Eddie swallowed, running a hand lightly through Steve’s hair. “This is about Mike, isn’t it?”

And Eddie’s stomach started to ache when he felt Steve’s silent sob vibrate through him. “They never call me anymore. They’re at the arcade right now, and they never even asked.”

“Yeah, yeah I know.” He mumbled, hating how his voice cracked uncomfortably. “They’re shitheads. It’s not your fault.”

“I’m not ready. I can’t do it yet. I’m not ready.”

Eddie didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t fix this. So, he rubbed Steve’s head and murmured reassuring nonsense while he thought of something better.

Robin thought this would happen. “Eddie,” she’d said to him. “What do you think will happen when the kids learn to drive?”

Eddie had given her the weirdest look. He hadn’t gotten it then. But Claudia had asked Steve to teach Dustin and he was so strange about it, always claiming he was too busy to give Dustin a lesson. Too busy for Dustin.

Karen had taught Mike. He was the oldest anyway; it made sense for him to get his license first.

“Why would it matter?” Eddie had asked.

She just shrugged, looking far off. “They won’t need rides anymore.”

“Yep, that’s how that works.”

She must’ve known he wasn’t quite getting it, but she just shook her head dismissively and murmured, “He’ll think they don’t need him anymore.”

“Who will?”

But she’d left it at that. That was the end of it.

He felt stupid now, with Steve pressed weakly against him and tears dripping down his neck. He should’ve known exactly what she meant, he should’ve stopped this.

Instead, he mumbled, “You’re gonna be okay,” another time.

Andrea fussed again, reaching pudgy, flexing fingers in Steve’s direction. Up! She demanded. Don’t forget about me!

Steve pulled himself away quickly, swatting at this eyes with his sleeve to try and wipe all of it away and lifted Andrea up onto his hip. “Sorry. That was weird. I couldn’t, uh… I’m just… You don’t have to… Don’t…” He stammered, looking anywhere but at Eddie and finishing unconvincingly with, “I’m fine.”

Oh hell no.

“Absolutely not.” He reached for her, despite Steve’s protests and her grip on his sweater but took her anyway and let Andrea lock her fists around the collar of his vests. “Go take a shower. I got it. Take a break, Stevie, I’m on top of it.”

Steve looked drained-the redness in his eyes didn’t hide the darkness underneath them, and no amount of masking could hide the slump in his posture- which is probably why he didn’t try to argue much, especially after Eddie added, “Go! Don’t think about it! Just let me take care of you.”

Steve closed his eyes, running his hands down his face and mumbled out a soft, “Okay.”

He started towards the stairs, pausing to grab the laundry on the floor Eddie had pointed out earlier, and was promptly told to leave it, which he did but he seemed more annoyed about that than the commandeering of his baby.

Andrea let go of his jacket for just long enough to take hold of a piece his hair and babbled something, following it with a deep sigh.

Eddie nodded. “You’re right. What are we going to do with him, huh?”

part 2? more of the comfort part of hurt/comfort? let me know!

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #i promise this was supposed to be funny but it got away from me #steddie hurt/comfort #steddie angst #steddie fluff #i love andrea wheeler with all my heart okay #yeah i know she’s not canon but she’s real to me

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sugar-coat-it · 3 months

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After reading the car fic I realised your on my wavelength and can do the right amount of dirty for this request, could you help a girl out with some anal, spitting and a bit of breathe play please. 🙏

LETS GET THIS FUCKING PARTY STARTED WOOOOOOO

No plot, pure porn blurb like god intended

It’s dirty dirty. You’ve been warned.

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You’re craning your neck to look back at Matty while he’s got you bent over your kitchen table. The remnants of your romantic dinner are cast to the side as he pours lube into his hand from the bottle he keeps in the bedside table. He eyes you for a moment, drinking in the eager look in your eyes while he tugs down his pants and briefs with one hand, just enough for his cock to spring out, the tip flushed with the neglect of straining against his trousers. Your lips part with a soft moan as he lowers his hand slicked by the lube to his shaft, clenching his jaw while stroking himself until he’s fully coated with the cool substance. He chuckles lightly at how taken you seem by the sight of his own hand wrapped around his cock, mentally storing that away for another time. You wiggle your hips enticingly at him, swaying against the edge of the table knowing that his eyes will snap to your ass. A groan rumbles in his throat as his greedy hands reach to spread you open for him, getting an eyeful of your glistening cunt and pretty little hole. He’d already stretched you out with his fingers, going knuckle deep inside you until he was satisfied with the way you loosened up. He was not going to have his darling girl not properly prepped for him, he’d rather go celibate than see you uncomfortable or god forbid feeling pain during sex (unless it’s the good kind). For good measure, he squeezes out more lube onto his fingers, spreading it around the rim of your hole tantalizingly slow. He swallows thickly, already jumping the gun and imagining what you’re going to look like when his cum seeps out of your ass.

“Matty,” you call with an impatient pout, seeing that he’s getting lost in thought.

He just grins at you boyishly, giving you a sharp spank on your pussy and relishing in the little yelp you make before he continues. Matty grabs himself at the base of his cock, leaning forward to trace the tip around your hole once, twice, before starting to slowly sink into you. Both of your gasps reverberate through the kitchen at the feeling of him filling you up, curling your hand into a fist to try and withstand the bit of a burning stretch that comes with having a boyfriend with a big dick. You look away with a whimper to bury your face in your arm, your back arching as he pushes in till he reaches his hilt. He lets out a resounding, satisfied sigh at how tight you fit around him, squeezing his cock better than any toy ever could.

“Fuck, that’s good. Feels nice, angel?” he coos, tapping you on the ass just to watch the recoil.

“Mhm,” you answer, nodding into your arm against the table, “Want it rough, babe.”

Matty’s eyes light up at that, his mind flipping through a plethora of ideas of how to be a little mean while he’s fucking you. He starts rocking his hips slowly, letting you get a feel for him while he thinks, keeping a tight grip on your hip bones for leverage.

“Think I can manage that,” he says, sounding very pleased at your inclination to be treated like a princess but fucked like a slut.

You let out little hums and whimpers every time his hips connect with yours, fully pressed against the plushness of your ass. Your body feels hot, heat flushing through your whole body at the sound of skin on skin getting harsher as Matty speeds up. He’s finding his rhythm now, gritting his teeth at how good you feel while he snaps his hips into yours with a roughness that leaves you throbbing and lightheaded. With a whine, you strain to turn your head and find him biting his lip with concentration, eyes trained on where he’s disappearing inside of you. His eyes flick up to yours, the normal toffee color hazy and dark with lust. Knowing you’re watching him, he smirks at you before opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. Your brows furrow with a stunned look as he lets saliva drip from the tip of his tongue onto your hole where he’s drilling into you. You can’t help but moan at the depravity of it, him using his spit as a bit of extra lubricant to fuck you harder.

“Fuuuuuck, I can feel you getting tighter ‘round me,” he groans, tossing his head back as you clench because of his little display, pulling your hips back against his to meet his harsh thrusts.

The edge of the table bites into your hips as you knock into it repeatedly because of the force he’s fucking you with. Matty snakes one of his hands up your side, splaying his fingers out over your collarbones before sliding up to hold your throat, his hand constricting enough to make you start to feel a little dizzy. These aren’t Matty’s normal touches of sweet tenderness, he’s grabbing at you with greed, hunger seeping through his fingertips. You let out a strangled whine as he pulls your head up slightly from the table by your neck, forcing you to arch your back. He leans forward, draping himself over your body so you feel his hot pants for breath against the shell of your ear.

“Nobody can fuck you like me. Say it,” he drawls, tensing his fingers to get a good grip on the columns of your throat.

“N-nobody fucks me like you, Matty, no one,” you repeat breathily, your eyes rolling back a bit at the combination of him slightly cutting off your airflow while also slamming himself into your ass.

“Damn fuckin’ straight,” he spits, letting go of your throat while your walls flutter around his cock.

You slump back down against your arm, moaning with pathetic wantonness at every thrust. He’s getting closer now, his technique faltering, but what he’s lacking in focused thrusts, he makes up for with pure speed, wildly fucking himself in and out of you.

“Open your mouth,” he orders, reaching down to hastily swipe between your legs at your clit.

You can hardly focus on what he’d said, yelping at the sudden stimulation as your body arches, legs quivering like they’re threatening to give out from under you while Matty pounds you, his grunts sounding animalistic.

“What?” you mumble between panting breaths, lifting your head up slightly.

He clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes impatiently. He stops circling your clit and reaches to grab your jaw, turning your head back towards him.

“Open your fucking mouth, I’m not gonna ask again.”

Dumbly, you do exactly as he says, your lips falling open as you stick your tongue out instinctually. Matty narrows his eyes at you before leaning in, keeping a harsh hold on your jaw as he spits in your mouth, muttering “Don’t swallow”. You let out a garbled moan, lashes fluttering as you keep his spit on your tongue as instructed.

“Tongue out. If you let any of that spill on the table, you’re not cumming. Got it?” He instructs plainly, letting go of your face to bury his hand between your legs again, calloused fingers toying with your swollen bud.

You whine as he keeps fucking you with enough force to rock the table, your tongue out as you try not to keep his spit from dripping off of it. Your mind is going in so many different directions that it’s making your head spin, panting like a bitch in heat as you both get closer and closer to the edge.

“Gonna fuckin’ cum… fill up this perfect, tight ass,” he hisses, pulling almost completely out before slamming back into you hard.

You squeal, trying not to spill any of his saliva despite how purposefully hard he’s making it for you to succeed. You make unintelligible noises to try and tell him that you’re close too, but he can already tell you are with the way you’re clenching around his shaft. He’s unrelentingly rubbing at your clit while getting ready to release inside you, eyeing the table to make sure you’re playing by his rules. The pressure is building to a high, you’re clawing at the table to stay grounded.

“Cum with me, c’mon sweetheart, let me feel you,” Matty groans, his hips stuttering as he reaches his breaking point.

You gasp as you feel his hot ropes of cum spilling inside of you while Matty unabashedly let out loud moans. You're not far behind as your climax suddenly racks your body, moaning gutterally as the tension snaps. Matty grabs your face, turning to smash his lips to yours, sucking on your tongue sloppily as a reward for keeping his spit in your mouth.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he moans into the careless kiss.

#blurbs #matty healy smut #WHEWWW #anon I rlly hope this was good #my first request! <3 #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #the 1975 smut

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ayatomic · 2 years

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BLOW MY BREAKS !

catching you getting off (ft.: diluc, kaeya, mona.)

warnings: sub fem reader, individual warnings alongside each character.

minors do not interact.

# . . . DILUC RAGNVINDR.

warnings: fingering, cunnilingus.

“'luc, pl- please, faster,”

you slurred, thrusting your fingers in and out of your sloppy hole. your boyfriend had been occupied with work for the entire week, barely having any time to spend with you. whilst you knew that diluc's after hour activities were of utmost importance, necessary for keeping the city of wind safe for its citizens, you couldn’t ignore your very own needs.

diluc had told you that he wouldn’t be home until late, and that you shouldn’t worry your pretty little head about waiting up for him. so surely, it wouldn’t hurt for you to indulge yourself for a short while. you slipped out of the day’s clothes, replacing them with one of your boyfriend's crisp button ups, and rested back against his pillow as your hands trailed down your body.

thoughts of the way that diluc touched you flooded your mind - how his lips painted dark marks along your skin, how his tongue swirled around your hardening nipples, how his lithe fingers ghosted across your clit. the next thing that you knew, you were knuckle deep inside of your own cunt, middle and ring finger pumping into your entrance as your thumb toyed with your puffy bud. your other hand rotated between fisting your sheets and lazily groping at your tits.

whilst moans and whimpers filled the room, you couldn't quite hit the spots that diluc could. he was so damn big, and your fingers could barely keep you satisfied in the way that he did. you could feel the knot in your stomach begin to build up, yet nothing you did was enough to make it snap. tears of frustration began to cloud your vision as you grew desperate on reaching an orgasm.

diluc was planning on heading home early to surprise you. he'd already set up a picnic blanket and a few bottles on the balcony of the angel's share — he was going to take you into the city on his black stallion and sit and watch the stars with you. however, when he had arrived back to the winery, you were nowhere to be seen.

upon approaching your shared room, diluc was met with the faint sounds of strained moans and the barely audible noise of your fingers working on satiating your drooling cunt. he could hear you whimpering his name, begging for him to fuck you on his cock. the angelic melody made his pants grow tighter, wondering if he should just turn away or lend you a helping hand. he settled on the latter, pushing the large wooden door open to the lewd sight of you playing with your pretty pussy. unable to contain himself, diluc made his way towards you, giving you a fright as you felt his stray hairs tickling your inner thighs; yet these were quickly replaced with louder moans as the man replaced your fingers with his own calloused digits, and wrapped his warm lips around your puffy clit.

“‘s it, darlin’, i’ll make you cream f’ me,”

# . . . KAEYA ALBERICH.

warnings: wet dream, toys (vibrator), mention of anal, mutual masturbation.

“i’m g’na- kae- just for you!”

it was never a secret within your relationship that kaeya had a high sex drive. he wanted his wandering hands on your body constantly, keeping you close and usually feeling you up. when he was away on a mission, saying that you missed him was an understatement. you craved his touch, his sly words whispered into the shell of your ear, the feeling of his cock bullying its way into you.

such thoughts invaded your dreamscape now and again, lewd memories of all the ways that kaeya had made you scream his name plaguing your mind. after a particularly salacious dream of him refusing to leave your overstimulated cunt be, you found yourself unable to control your urges as you made your way into the drawer that kaeya kept the toys that the pair of you occasionally used. sure, he wouldn’t be the happiest man if he came home and saw his pretty darling getting off on anything that wasn’t his cock, but you couldn’t contain yourself any longer.

it was a vibrator that caught your eye. you recalled how kaeya normally used it to tease your stiff nipples until you begged for him to fuck you, how he held it against your twitchy clit as you creamed around his length. he’d even used it now and again to fuck you whilst he played with your tight asshole, revelling in the way that he could feel the toy’s vibrations against his pulsing cock through your walls.

your thighs pressed against one another at the sheer thought of the acts that the pair of you had engaged in, glad that you were clad in only one of kaeya’s old shirts and your panties. you lay back against your pillows once again, dragging your fingertips down your body and doing your best to imitate the movements of your lover. soft groans of his name fell from your lips, becoming marginally louder as you approached your heat.

initially you began with the lowest setting of your toy, circling its head around your pretty clit. having not been touched for a while, you found it easier to get yourself all hot and bothered. it didn't take too long for you to slip the toy into your weeping hole, crying out for kaeya as you fucked yourself as deeply as the toy would allow. nothing but your whines and the sloshing of your messy cunt filled the bedroom, loudly enough that you didn't hear the turning of the doorknob.

and there kaeya stood, a smirk on his face. he knew you could be needy, and expected you to have your own fun whilst he was away. (hell, he'd been thinking of you and your sweet pussy as he fucked his fist each night.)

he watched as you squirmed, eyes screwed shut as you shamelessly moaned his name. each syllable went straight to his crotch, hardening cock becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. the unbuckling of his belt was what finally alerted you to your boyfriend's presence, freezing in place from the sheer shock. meanwhile, he continued slipping out of his own clothing, unfazed by your reaction.

you could only gaze at his thick length, jaw slackening as he began pumping his tan shaft and smearing the pre from his glossy tip across it.

"don't stop now, princess. i was certainly enjoying my 'welcome home' present."

# . . . MONA MEGISTUS.

warnings: degradation, pussydrunk mona, cunnilingus, one slap, pillow humping.

"m- right there, mo- ahh!"

mona was never one to deny her pretty little pet.

the astrologist could spend hours between your thighs, working to make you see stars. she was addicted to the taste of your cunt, no matter how many times she reprimanded you for being a filthy whore and cumming over and over again. mona refused to punish you, instead resorting to a simple slap to your skin as a reminder to stay in line. she could never be a brat tamer, for she enjoyed the sweet symphonies that she tore from your throat all too much.

she had told you that she'd be out all afternoon, assisting the knights with a particular mission that required her particular area of expertise. this rendered you left to your own devices, stuck in your shared home with a pooling wetness between your thighs, complimented by a temptation to break the one rule that mona had set out for you; you were never allowed to touch yourself without her permission.

only mona was allowed to touch you, as she often reminded you that your cunt belonged to her, not you. you'd gotten her addicted to the taste of your flowing juices, and nobody else was allowed to indulge — not even you.

yet the mere thought of your girlfriend's possessiveness struck a nerve within you. surely if you shut yourself in your bedroom and played with yourself a little bit, it wouldn't hurt, right? how would mona even notice?

you convinced yourself to perch on the edge of the bed and across from the full-length mirror, legs apart as you trailed your hands down towards your now-naked lower half. you spread your weeping cunt lips apart with one hand, admiring the way that your slick shamelessly coated the two digits. after tracing figures of eight around your swollen clit, you gave in.

within the bat of an eyelash, mona's pillow was between your thighs. you grinded down against the silk sheets, throwing your head back at the friction. not thinking this would be enough for you cum to, you let yourself loose. you gripped the headboard for stability as you humped your girlfriend's pillow, imagining that it was mona's thigh. it was almost as though you could hear her nasty words degrading you, her mocking smirk bullying you for getting off on her thigh like a bitch in heat. her laugh rang through your ears, alongside a barrage of the most disgusting names.

it was only when they began to sound too realistic that you paused your antics. glancing to the door, you were met with the silhouette of the great astrologist leaning against the wooden frame, and embarrassment washed over you.

"my my, it looks like my filthy little pet can't keep her hands to herself. and with my pillow too. you truly are needy for me, darling. perhaps i'll have to tie you down and satisfy you until you positively can't cum anymore, hmm?"

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#⭐ — fauna writes!#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya smut #kaeya x reader #diluc smut #diluc x reader #mona smut #mona x reader #[ ☁️ ] mona #[ ☁️ ] diluc #[ ☁️ ] kaeya

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simpinformonkies · 10 months

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YO may i have some hc about wukong and mac having an so whos a good fighter but is also hella clumsy? :P

Of course! I'll do my best! For this, I used a Fem!S/O! These are a... wee bit graphic violence, but just a little.

Wukong

-When he first met you, it was because MK was wanting to introduce him to Tang's cousin (who acted like an aunt to MK).

-Imagine Wukong's surprise when MK pulls him to an underground fighting arena and points to a woman throwing fucking hands in the ring, matching punch after punch with a man three times her body mass.

-"That's auntie!" The boy had told him, pointing to you just as you slammed your boxing gloves against the opposing man's jaw, flinging his body against one of the four quadrant poles. "Isn't she cool?!"

-...Wukong was a little scared of you to be quite honest, no matter what MK said- you just seemed like a scary woman! (It was baffling that you were related to Tang of all people.)

-Then MK pulled him into the waiting room and called out your name while he pulled at his mentor's sleeve, and you perked up from your water bottle and brighten considerably when your eyes catch MK. You stand and move to walk towards him-

-only to trip over your own feet and slam your face into one of the metal seats, breaking your nose.

-It was really hard to fear you when you were that clumsy outside a fight.

-Given something to hold? Uh oh, butter fingers!

-Trying to get from point A to point B? You trip over your own feet upon taking the first step.

-Trying to eat with chopsticks? Good luck.

-Wukong found it genuinely difficult to fear or be wary you due to your overwhelming clumsiness, but the one time he saw it fail to appear is one he won't forget.

-MK had been fighting a demon that was playing tricks and being an asshole, and almost broke the poor boy's ankle, and you threw yourself into the fight and started wailing on the opposing demon with your lips curled in rage and eyes mere pinpricks.

-Wukong took care of MK with the others, but he was openly gaping at seeing you grab the demon's arm and just start slamming him down on the ground from side to side as if he was a goddamn children's toy.

-You finished it by smashing your fist against the demon's jaw and breaking it, the sick crunching of bone echoing through the air as the demon's body is thrown back against the wall, slumping pathetically as you stand across from him, breathing heavily with blood and bruises coating your knuckles.

-Wukong found that so absurdly attractive that it wasn't even funny.

-Then your personality flipped on a dime, and you turned to rush towards MK only to trip on a stray rock and faceplant.

-...Yeah, Wukong was in love.

-And if he asked you on a date the following week, with your favorite flowers and a box of chocolates and looking so damn nervous, you didn't mind.

-And if you just so happened to say yes to his proposal of dating, well, that's business between the two of you.

-(Except not really, because god forbid secrets be kept when you're dating the Stone Monkey himself, and the 'aunt figure' to the main crew.)

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Macaque

-The first time Macaque met you was when he stole food from your house, and it was only thanks to his sensitive ears and the whispers of the shadows that he managed to dodge your punch that shattered your counter like glass, your eyes glowing softly in the dark and a scowl curled on your lips.

-You kept trying to wail punches on the monkey demon, narrowly missing since he was just a little bit faster (well, a lot faster, but he was curious about you), and he only managed to slip away unharmed and with plenty of food when you slipped on the rug and tumbled to the floor.

-Macaque had a good laugh about that for days.

-Somehow, you ended up amusing him, and anytime he needed (or, well, wanted) food, he would just shadow-port to your home and steal it, making sure that you were home when he did it just to piss you off more.

-He honestly just wanted to see you trip on something stupid again, the bastard.

-But weeks of this same schedule, this same song and dance weighed on you, and you just decided 'fuck it' and didn't even attempt to fight the invading monkey demon anymore, merely rolling your eyes whenever he attempted to catch your attention.

-...Didn't mean you still didn't trip around your own goddamn house like a newborn fawn just learning to use its legs.

-Except you were an adult, and this is embarrassing.

-Anytime you'd see- or, god forbid, hear- him laugh at you, you'd flush red and grab the nearest object to throw at him, uncaring of its value or how breakable it is- you just wanted one clean fucking shot on that bastard monkey dammit!

-It wasn't your fault you were clumsy! It was your stupid body's fault! You were lucky to train the clumsiness out of your fights, but it seems like anytime other than that its 'Let's fuck up this dumb bitch's day and make her look like a failure' day.

-...You had insecurities, so what? You're an adult, you're allowed them.

-Months after meeting Macaque- and practically letting him crash at your place, because he's like a stray cat at this point and you're too tired to kick him out- you find him fighting some imp demon, and while he didn't look in trouble, Macaque was holding his side, crimson leaking through his fingers.

-You threw yourself at the demon as quick as a lightning strike, and tussle with the creature, slamming your fist against its upper stomach and crunching its ribs, and sending an twirled axel kick to the side of its head before grabbing Macaque and running towards your apartment while the demon was down and dazed.

-Once inside, you almost tripped again but managed not to (huge success on your part) and push Macaque to sit on the couch while you riffle around the bathroom for your first aid kid. Who cares if Macaque is a demon that heals quickly? You're going to bandage him up weither he likes it or not dammit!

-You wrap the cloth around his wound- pointedly ignoring looking anywhere else- and spit curses both at him and the demon, your words lacking any real bite (well, bite towards Macaque), but the shadow monkey is just silent, his tail swaying gently behind him- the motion slow. Thoughtful.

-Somehow, that event of beating up a demon for him and bandaging him up just made Macaque move into your house, and now you're not only rooming with the monkey demon, but dating him.

-Yeah, you have no idea how this happened either.

#lmk x y/n #lmk x reader #sun wukong x reader #macaque x reader #lmk fanfiction #writing prompt #writing requests #nilo dabbles

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Take it

Annie Leonhart x female bodied reader

im falling in love with annie omg her and mikasa are so fucking hot I cant

tw: lesbian sex, smut, strap-ons, fingering, annie calls u kitten

18+ minors dni

word count: 2.8k+

“You’re already wet,” she hums against your ear, teasing your folds mindlessly with ghosting fingers. Her chest leaves your back, hearing her scuffling to grab something. You hear a clicking sound of the lube bottle opening.

“Wait… don’t, I can take it,” you voice, feeling how wet you already are; you want to take her, all of her until she’s satisfied.

She says nothing, but something tells you her eyebrow is raised with doubt. The lid of the bottle closes, signaling her compliance with your statement.

Leaning forward on your elbows, you wiggle your ass at her, awaiting for the toy to penetrate you.

Snickering, she places a hand on your hip, causing you to sigh at her touch. The head of the dildo teases along your slit and you moan softly at the contact, the heat between your thighs craving the fullness from the strap on.

“You really are a slut, wanting to take this cock from me,” she says smugly, lining the toy with your clit. You tremble, letting out a whine at her comment.

Then, with an agonizingly slow thrust of her hips, she pushes the dildo so deep into you that her hips push against your ass. “Ah,” you moan painfully as you clench the sheets tightly, your eyes squeezing shut.

She pulls out just as slowly, almost completely out of you until she rams deep into you again; you whimper, guessing that she won’t let you get used to the stretch.

“I thought you said you could take it,” she drones as if she’s bored. But even through that guarded exterior of hers, you can tell she likes how you take the entire length of the dildo so well.

She pulls out, then pushes harder into your stretched out pussy.

“Annie,” you moan, feeling her grip tighten on your hips.

She clicks her tongue — it makes you think she’s annoyed that you turn her on like this. So, you decide to turn her on even more.

“Please… fuck me faster, harder,” you beg, arching your back while you lean forward on your elbows to cast a desperate look over your shoulder.

And when you look at those icy blue eyes of hers, she’s blushing. You have to force down a smirk of victory; the expression on her face is anything but bored. Her eyes are no longer dull; they’re filled with hunger that she only ever shows during combat. You know that she can see the faint glint of playfulness in your eyes when she looks away from you, becoming aware of the heated blush on her cheeks.

“You’d even go so far to beg for it? You like how it hurts?” she growls, giving your ass a smack that makes you yelp in surprise. Without waiting for a response, she slams her hips back into you, but this time she sets a harsh, hasty pace, driving that long, stuffing cock into your dripping cunt.

“Ah - nnie!” you cry out, feeling the head of the dildo rub against a sensitive spot in your clit, your eyes rolling back at the mix of sensations. Her name slips so easily from you, it’s a roll off the tongue as if it’s the only word you know. The cock stuffs deep into you so well, so fucking well that you feel like you can’t breathe.

She moans at the sound of her name from you, the sound of her hips slapping against the back of your thighs makes your body heat up in excitement. “So tight.”

She gives your ass another smack, earning another moan from you. It hurts. It hurts so good.

“Fuck… Annie it -” you words fail you as pleasure takes over when she moves her hips a certain way, and you feel the cock move inside you that hits you so good.

“Oh!” you scream, your body moving with the force of her thrusts.

“Right there?” she grunts, slamming into you faster and you whimper at her roughness; it’s like when she fights, how she releases her rage that’s been stored for too long. You feel a sting of pain on your scalp as her hands fist into your hair, yanking your head upwards and she bends over to your ear. You yelp in pain with the sudden action. Her hot breath is against the side of your neck, her plush chest meeting your sweaty backside.

“Tell me,” she heaves, but you can only answer with a moan when her fingers push into your clit, matching the same ruthless pace of her thrusts. It’s too much, how harsh she’s fucking you, how fucking good it feels that you can’t even speak.

“I - ah - nnie - it’s…” you stumble, gasping when her fingers curl so perfectly into your clit that your thighs shake around her.

“Fuck! Annie,” you moan, feeling saliva drip out of your mouth as she fucks you stupid.

She moans against your ear, whispering a soft but heated, “fuck,” and she releases you hair. Your head droops down with the loss of her hand, not being able to keep yourself up with how focused you are on your own pleasure.

“Look at yourself, all strung out on me… fuck you’re so pretty,” she purrs, her breathing heavy from the physical strain of her work.

“Annie… oh, Annie…” you whine, your walls clenching around the cock and you tremble as the pressure of heat builds in your lower abdomen. She hums, maintaining her pace and you become a mess, a moaning mess while you chase your high.

“Gonna come, pretty girl?” she says smugly, kissing the side of your neck fervently.

“Y - yeah,” you gasp, but just as you feel the pressure almost peak, she pulls out of you, your walls clenching around nothing.

“Annie… why?” you whimper weakly, trying to catch your breath and you look at her with half-lidded eyes.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she brings that icy stare to you, making you shudder with how intense it is.

With her hands still remaining on your hips, she flips you over on your back, and your eyes widen as she swiftly climbs on top of you. You can’t help but stare at her, admiring how beautiful she is. Her hair is unkempt and sweat beads her forehead, her eyes drowning in lust as she looks at you. Her mouth parts as she breathes heavily, then your eyes trail down her body to those pretty tits of hers, then down to that pretty pussy that glistens in arousal.

Noticing your wandering eyes, she tilts your jaw up to her with wet fingers, and you look expectantly at her to give you more. With a smirk, she drags her thumb along your lower lip, prompting you to part your mouth; her wet fingers from your chin bring up to your mouth, teasing their way past your lips.

Warm fingers enter your mouth, tickling your sensitive tongue, and you swirl your tongue around them. You moan at the taste of yourself, maintaining eye contact with her and her eyes shine with fascination as your mouth swallows the length of her fingers.

The smile she gives you is wicked, a muffled moan coming from the back of your throat as she gently pumps her fingers in and out of your mouth, watching your lips wrap around them. She seems reluctant to pull her fingers out of you but she does, her digits shining with your work.

“You’re not as innocent as you seem,” she murmurs distantly, stroking your cheek with the back of her wet hand. It’s as if she’s distracted with the thought of your feigning innocence, which makes you shiver.

You press your lips against hers in response, reaching up to wrap your hands around her neck to pull her closer to you. Her lips taste sweet. They’re addicting, your lips greedily taking her in. You feel one hand slide behind your back, the other near your tailbone and she lifts you up onto her lap. Your thighs tremble around her as you stand on your knees, and the way she looks up at you is hot with desire.

“Ride me,” she deadpans, a hint of a challenge in her voice.

You sigh jaggedly, the heat between your thighs becoming distracting. You feel the ache between your thighs despite the discomforting soreness. You look down, shivering at the sight of the cock that’s now drenched in your enjoyment.

Lining yourself up with the head of the cock, you try to look at her when you start to sink down, but you inevitably close your eyes at the feeling of being stretched out again. Your ass meets her thighs, and you whine at the feeling of being filled up. A wave of heat washes through you as her hands meet your waist, moaning and bringing you to remember that you’re being fucked by Annie Leonhart.

At first, she didn't help you. She simply watches as you start to set a rhythm of bouncing on her cock, analyzing the way your head tilts back with your eyebrows tensed together and your mouth open as whines and moans escape your mouth. It feels good, it feels so good.

After your mind is driven by pleasure, you want more, more from her, more of her touch, more of her taste. “Annie… please.” Your pleading voice comes as a moan, forcing your eyes open to look at her with heavy eyelids.

“What do you want? Isn’t this enough?” she says flatly, but you can hear the strain in her voice and her breathing is heavier.

“No… more, Annie,” you beg, holding onto her shoulders to support yourself.

With a sigh, she starts to thrust her hips into you, eliciting moans from the both of you in a euphoric harmony. You can tell she was trying to control herself earlier, but now that she’s fucking you back, her words and actions are shameless.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. So desperate for me, aren’t you, kitten?” she grunts, her lips grazing against your collarbone. She bites down, making you moan with the newly formed mark she made.

“Annie… fuck,” you whimper at how good she shoves the cock into you as you ride her, sweat beading on your skin with the effort.

Her lips crash into yours for a hot, desperate kiss, and you moan into her mouth with how hot everything feels. Her pace quickens, and you struggle to match hers as you feel your walls clench around the cock, soft gasps and moans getting more frequent and louder from you.

“So pretty… you sound so pretty… fuck you take it so good,” she murmurs against your mouth between kisses.

“Fuck…” you moan, your back arching and your grip on her shoulders tightening.

“How’s it feel, pretty girl?” she rasps, kissing down to your exposed neck and you whine.

“Good… so - close,” you whine, your legs trembling and you feel the pressure of heat build in your core.

She moans in response, her teeth biting and sucking on your neck. “Come for me, then.”

Your gasps turn into moans, loud moans that have your chest heaving and tightening. “Oh, it’s so…” you can’t finish the sentence, only moans slip out of your mouth as you fix your attention on chasing your high.

“Annie… god, Annie,” you cry out as you feel your orgasm reaching you, and you come with a loud, high pitched, “Ah - nnie!,” as your peak washes over you in delicious waves of pleasure, your hips bucking and controlled by the waves of your orgasm that hit you. She continues to pound into you until you stop, falling forward to rest your head on her shoulder as you catch your breath.

For a few moments, you stay there, the both of you slowing down your breathing. It feels perfect with her like this, wrapped in an embrace lingering with exhaustion. With a wince, you sit up on your knees to pull yourself out, watching a string of your come drip down your thigh.

You collapse on your back with an exaggerated sigh, your brain still dazed from the strength of your orgasm. She’s good. You can’t resist a smile. She’s mindblowingly good.

You hear the sound of her removing the strap-on, feeling the bed lift when she gets up. After a moment, the bed dips again and she climbs on top of you, her hair falling down to hang over your head. Her eyes are soft; gentle, even. The corners of her lips curl into a small, winning smirk as she looks at you, leaning down to kiss you.

“Someone looks tired,” she teases, kissing your cheek.

“Shut up. You were ruthless,” you roll your eyes, swatting lazily at her face.

She simply laughs, but as meaningless as it seems, you adore the sound of it.

“What about you?” you say suggestively, leading your fingers to her toned abdomen, down to her inner thighs. She pauses, taking a moment to inhale and closing her eyes at your touch. “What about me?”

It comes out as a mutter, almost like she’s afraid that it would turn into something more if she were any louder.

“Well… you’re just as wet as I am…” you trail off, biting your lip when she opens those pretty eyes of hers that have just a hint of desperation in them. “Don’t you want to be touched?”

She stares at you for a moment, a moment that seems longer than it should be, her expression revealing nothing more. Your hands move to tease her folds, and you imagine the sight of her bucking her hips into your hand with flushed cheeks and soft moans coming from a parted mouth. Just the thought of it makes your body heat up, unconsciously bucking your hips in arousal.

“Why, so you can get off?” she smirks, noticing the way your eyes scan her body.

“So I can make you feel good,” you murmur, looking up at her with dark, lust-filled eyes.

Taking her silence as a confirmation, you let out a breath of surprise when she moans softly as your fingers graze her soaked clit. She hides her desire well. You don’t want to push her by teasing her any longer given the common knowledge that her patience wears thin.

With slow, tender fingers, you push into her clit, making her gasp and her hips buck into your hand. You watch her face twist with pleasure, her chest heaving as her breath becomes labored. You’re mesmerized by the sight of her like this, so desperate for your touch.

Pushing your fingers knuckles deep, you curl them deftly into her cunt, watching your digits disappear with enchantment. She lets out a whine, and then a moan of your name. Her arms tremble around you as you increase your pace, struggling to keep herself up as she focuses on your fingers.

“Fuck,” she shudders, and you bite your lip when you hear the sound of your fingers moving in her cunt.

You bring your free hand to the back of her head, grabbing her hair and pushing her down to meet your lips. Her moans are muffled by your lips, but it sounds so fucking pretty coming from her.

You can tell she’s close when her walls contract around you, tightening and you feel her getting wetter and wetter. She can’t even bother to focus on kissing you, and instead moans right against your lips and you watch her whole body react to your touch.

You keep your pace, allowing her to reach her climax, and you know she does when she whimpers a broken, “Oh… fuck,” and her body jerks into your hand. You fuck her thorugh her orgasm, hearing the melody of soft moans and gasps as she comes. You feel hypnotized, absolutely hung up on the image of her coming.

She takes a moment to catch her breath, and you bring your wet fingers out of her and bring her into a kiss. She gladly returns it, addicted to the feeling of your sore, swollen lips.

“I have to go,” she says after kissing you for a while, and your heart sinks that she has to leave you.

“Stay?” you offer, looking up at her with wide, pleading eyes.

“I can’t,” she looks away, her eyes hardening to that same, indifferent stare.

You say nothing, dissatisfied but it’s not in your control. She gets off of you, quickly getting dressed in her uniform.

“I’ll… see you after,” she says quietly, and you sit up on your elbows to see her face flushed with embarrassment. You smile, your heart warming up from its previous cold.

“Okay,” you say, trying to hide the excitement in your voice. She wants to see you again.

Saying nothing in response, she gives you one last look before ducking her head and leaving, closing the door behind her.

She wants to see you again.

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