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shotmrmiller · 3 months

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I havent a wrinkle in this brain of mine for plot, so have some porn without plot instead :)

Maybe it's because Johnny has you blindfolded, but he feels different. He's heavier on top of you and feels a bit bigger inside of you. It stings more than usual when he finally pushes his cock into your sopping cunt, swollen and tender from the four orgasms he took from you with his mouth alone. Your inner thighs burn as they stretch wider around his thick waist. When his lips meet yours, as your tongues entwine, he tastes of bourbon. He's quiet too, which is very different from the usual filth he whispers into your ear.

But when he starts rocking his hips, all thought fades, along with the ache in between your legs. His thrusts are long, pulling out until only the tip of his cock remains inside. Then he pushes forward steadily until he's pressed firmly against the entrance of your womb— making you wince slightly at the pinch. He does this tirelessly until obscene squelches emit from your cunt, that pinch deep inside of you turning into spine-tingling bliss. Your skin erupts in goosebumps when his head nudges against your sweet spot, a loud moan falling from your lips. He mutedly chuckles, his chest vibrating against sweat-slick breasts and the coarseness of his chest hair grazing your hardened nipples only heightens your pleasure.

You feel him move away from you until his cock slips out, only to vigorously grab at your hips and pull you to him. Your upper body rests on the bed, while he sits on his haunches and keeps your legs spread with his thick thighs as he slowly pushes back inside. But this time, it's not all the way. Oh, no. You know exactly what's about to happen.

"Wait-" but he doesn't. He fixedly keeps you in place at the angle he wants, the angle you need, and moves. His thrusts turn staccato— short, quick jabs— and he's hitting your spot, the one that has you going cross-eyed behind the blindfold. Your mouth is slightly open, drooling at the corner of it as you're rendered helpless against his onslaught.

The fire in your stomach blazes, every snap of his hips pushes you closer to the edge, the coil within you tightening, your body tensing. You can hear him spit— can feel a warm glob of liquid land on your mons, and dribble down to your aching, neglected clit. His thumb collects the saliva and swirls your bud under the pad of his calloused thumb rigidly.

Your spine arches off the mattress so sharply it pops as you climax, a choked scream ripping out of your throat. Your nails dig into the delicate skin of his wrists, no doubt leaving behind red welts. He doesn't stop the stimulation on your clit, his hips never falter in rhythm as he prolongs your mind-numbing pleasure.

Body going limp in his hands, you hiss in oversensitivity and swat at his hands. "Ow, love-" but he cuts you off with a searing kiss before flipping you on your knees, and to the edge of the lofty bed. You're rising to your hands when his big, rough palm pushes you down— his intent clear. With your chest on the bed, he sheathes himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke and the angle he goes in with is nothing short of devastating.

If you hadn't been wailing, you would've heard the deep, guttural noise that escaped his mouth. You can feel him in your sternum, replacing the air in your lungs. He swiftly picks up his left leg, positions it on the bed next to you, and sets a merciless pace. The force behind his thrusts rattles your very bones, leaves you breathless. You can feel the meat of your arse ripple with every slap of his hips— can feel the bruises forming in your skin under his hands.

You lift your hand to feel where he's splitting you open, fingers encasing his cock, he stiffens— swells painfully inside of you then he's coming with a snarl. His Cock twitches as it spurts his essence into you, stuffing you full and then some because you can feel his cum trickle down your legs. You try to lift yourself with quivering arms but again, you're manhandled and flipped onto your back, a squawk of indignation silenced with an all-consuming kiss. His lips move against yours feverishly, as if he's committing your taste to memory.

He finally relents, pulling away but you hold him in place with your hands cupping his face and murmur an 'I love you'. The only response you get is one you feel, as he tips his head in a nod, and then presses a kiss into your sweaty temple before moving away.

Later, when you and Johnny are in the shower, you notice that there isn't a single scratch on his wrists even though you definitely dug your nails into him. And that reminds you.

"Johnny?"

"Aye, bonnie?"

"Since when do you drink bourbon?"

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hon3y-y · 2 months

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your choso has rewired my brain...literally cant stop thinking about popular reader who has a new bf every week x virgin nerd choso who despite his inexperience has every intention to leave you dumb on the end of his cock. He even lets you slap his books down and talk shit about him with your little girlfriends in public, but behind closed doors you're the one crying and begging him hdjsjs definition of 'send her back to her bf w my handprint on her ass' aaaaa and if its a love story, it turns out chosos had the fattest crush on her bc he knows shes actually a sweetie at heart but loves her toxic side too and gives her the best dick until she stops playing around like THE REVERSAL 😭 he would be so sweet in his own way and so loyal and a fucking dog to her lowkey but covers it up with mean words and pussy slaps 🥺

Nerd!choso has a special place in my pants heart😵‍💫

Cw; nastyy smut, filming, infidelity(👀), choso is a little pervy but that’s why we love him🫶, talks of bodily fluids, reader is a lil mean

Enjoy<3

After the first time you fucked, he was extremely a little mad about you dating someone the next day (especially since it was his first time and you knew that) but quickly forgot about it once he had his head between your legs later that night, your mouth babbling nonsense when he sucked a little too hard.

He would purposefully leave hickies on your chest and thighs, smiling cheekily as he watched your shakey legs try to dress yourself. “Don’t look at me that way," you mumbled, your usual attitude gone and replaced with shyness under his intense gaze. Yeah, he didn’t have to worry.

Choso let's you get away with everything. the laughing, the pushing, and the taunts about how “small” he probably is from your friends (to which he nearly smirks when you stiffen slightly). He goes along with all of it and even watches you tongue-fuck your stupid boyfriend, who’s likely one hard hit to the head away from permanent brain damage. But he can’t stay mad; you look so cute trying to be tough. Eyebrows furrowed and a little hiss in your tone, knowing that the moment everyone disappears, you’re nothing but a sobbing mess, begging for him to touch you.

You’re in his room later, bent into a mating press, gasping for air as his cock clumsily batters your g-spot. “Yes—fuck, cho! "Your skin feels so hot, and your mind is so numb. Choso is nearly just as loud, already cumming two times, but watching you made it impossible to pull out. A sticky mess of both your fluids caused gooey strings to form whenever he moved away, the erotic sight making him pull out and reach for his phone. “W-what are you—"

You tried to sit up when the light of a camera flashed in your eyes, making you gasp before he tilted it down, focusing on your pussy. “Look at how wet she is.” He reaches out to touch, making your hips jerk in sensitivity. He plays with your wetness, making your cheeks hot, showing off the substance to the camera before placing his finger on your hole to tap at the new cream that seeped out.

You went to pull your legs closed. "E-enough, Choso." You sent him a glare, making him laugh before leaning down to kiss your cunt. He pointed the camera up to catch your shocked face, and you glanced at it again. “Why are you filming this? I never said—"

You squeal as he nips your clit, immediately shutting up but sending him a harsh glare. He kisses your thigh at your compliance. “Do you really not want me to?” He stared up at you, putting little pecks on your bud, making your breath hitch. You shook your head, ‘no’, “fuck, I don’t care, just make me cum,” you whine, pushing his head down. You jolt up, your eyes widening, when you feel the stinging slap on your pussy.

You’re about to speak when he does it again and again, each hit harder than the previous one, a yelp of surprise escaping you as he forces the light in your eyes again, making you squint. “You’re such a slut, it’s almost pathetic." His harsh words make you pout, mumbling about how mean he is. “I’m mean? Tell the camera why you came here.” You bite your lip, looking away, causing him to grab your chin and force you to look. “I’m not asking.”

It feels humiliating: “He couldn’t make me cum.” Your voice is quiet, but you could practically feel the cocky smile on Choso's face. “Who’s he?” You want to die, shaking your head. He rolled his eyes, tapping on your cheek to signal you to talk. With a sigh, you repeat yourself, “My boyfriend couldn’t make me cum.” Choso mockingly coos behind the camera, his thumb going to rub your swollen bud. “And how many times have you cum since getting here?”

He pans the camera back and forth between your needy pussy and pretty face, your sweaty skin glistening under the intense lighting making his cock impossibly harder. You look so delicate, just helplessly taking the pleasure he gives you because your body needs him so bad. Tears gather in your waterline whenever he applies more pressure, eyes zeroing in on the slick that starts to drip down your ass.

You can’t answer, your jaw hanging open when he quickened his pace. Your chest is heaving as you chanted out ‘please!’ hips thrusting up to meet him until you quickly cum with a shutter, choso slowing but not stopping as you relax again. You look up to the camera with a tired smile, holding up your hands to signal four, your eyes could barely remain open, head flopping back into the pillow. your eyes are getting heavy, nearly having you succumb to sleep when you feel his tip align with your cunt. “Flip over, slut.”

He forces you to film yourself as he pounds into you from behind, crying when he leans down to tug at your sore nipples. He forces your back to arch more, pathetically taking his cock into your swollen pussy. If you drop the camera, he’ll wait until you pick it up again. Or, he’ll snatch it from your hand to catch you desperately rutting against him, begging him to let you cum and “fuck you right." He does just that, leaving you with a fried brain and a puddle of your own drool, tears, and juices from how intensely he made you squirt.

Honestly, he’s so horny and has so much stamina he’ll just keep going until he’s shooting blanks, making sure to point the camera at the cum that leaks out of your puffy cunt, spreading your lips so it can closely get your gaping hole. Of course, after he’s had his fun, he’ll gently take care of you. You’re practically sleeping already, barely being able to speak as he nods along to your near incoherent praise, “S'good t’me. Luv you so much."He smiles, a giddy feeling in his tummy, as he holds a water bottle to your lips, which you gulp down quickly, not realizing how dehydrated you really were. He tucks you in, cuddling as you grip onto him tightly.

It’s not long after that you stop seeing the guy you were with, or any for that matter (at least, according to your friends' knowledge). When they ask what happened, you just shrug, making up some excuse, trying not to stutter as the vibrations in your panties speed up. Choso watches closely, smiling happily as you try to discreetly roll your hips<3

A/n: I need him so bad it’s getting to me. Also, send request bc writers block is a btch. Mwah💋

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gojosprettyprincess · 2 months

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A/n I'm sorry for any errors i wrote this at 2am :3

"Such a nasty fucking slut aren't you baby? Enjoying my best friend eating my load out of this greedy cunt while I watch, what a dirty girl" He smirks, looking down at your fuck out expression on his lap as Suguru's slurping your cunt while he's on his knees, two fingers stuffing your hole while he's lapping your wet folds. It was absolutely filthy, Gojo decided to let Suguru watch him fuck you silly so he can visually see how to properly fuck a girl since he recently got in a new established relationship and well, he doesn't have that much experience on how to pleasure his girlfriend but honestly there was no fucking way you could even tell anyways cause God he sure knew how to work his tongue.

Geto pulls away with a smirk while he drills his fingers in and out of you, "Damn you weren't wrong Satoru, her cunt tastes so fucking good, so sweet and tasty" he smirks looking up at his best friend while circling his tongue over his lips to lick up your juices. You cunt clenching around his fingers due to the praise.

"See I fucking told you sugu", Gojo gives him a cocky grin while bringing his thumb down to rub sloppy circles on your puffy clit while Geto continues fingerfucking you, he watches how your legs start shaking and your moans get louder and louder.

"She's also so fucking sensitive, aren't ya princess?", he obviously knew there was no way your gonna respond or say anything, it was just too much, earlier Gojo fucked you so fucking hard and good it didn't even feel like reality anymore, then not long after he stuffed your cunt full with his cream, Gojo made a brave suggestion that Geto should clean it up as a joke well look what that resulted to, tears stepping out of your eyes, it was so much, Geto was eating your cunt like a homeless man that just gotten his favorite meal that he haven't ate in a long time, ravishing and exploring your wet cunt with his tongue, hell he was even kissing it and you couldn't do anything about it because of the strong grip Gojo has on your thighs to keep you still, your on the verge of cumming, but the thing is, this time it felt so weird and different.

"Ohmygodohmygod fuckk!" you cried out as if you were panicking, "what is it pretty girl, are you gonna cum or is it too much?" Suguru asked, eyes fixated on your lewd expressions as he increased his lace, curling his fingers against your tight walls, God he knew exactly what he was doing.

He looked up to Gojo and it was like they can read each other's minds or something, Gojo started thumbing your clit faster, the loud squeak of your wet cunny along with your lond moans filling the room as they continued overstimulating you. Suguru brings his hand up to pinch your nipples while Gojo goes closer to you to suck on the other.

"Uughh fuckkk" you hiccupped while your eyes roll back, body arch against Gojo's chest, a cold shiver hits your spine as you felt something wet circling your puckered hole, Suguru's tongue swirling around your tight sensitive hole while it winks and flutters against the pad of his tongue, fuck you never felt so intense before, it was just crazy.

"I'm cumming! Im cumminggg!" you screamed, eyes rolling back as you felt some type of liquid gushing out of you, spraying onto Geto's face and all over his hair but that obviously he didn't stop him one bit, matter a fact it motivated him, both of them smiling at each other as Suguru pounds his fingers into you at an impossible pace, your clit practically numb from Gojo. After they were both satisfied, Suguru sucked up your juices and cleaned your dirty cunt with his tongue.

"Didn't think the first time you'd squirt would be with me and my best friend?, What a little dirty slut you are princess" Gojo whispers in your ears before planting a kiss on your forehead.

"So, ya think you know how to please a woman now?" Gojo questions Geto, looking at him.

"I don't know man I thinkkk I need more visuals and experiments if that's alright with you" Suguru grins slyly at his friend, hoping he understands what he meant.

"Of course bro, that's fine by me, thats what best friends are for". Gojo winks at him playfully.

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sednas · 9 months

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– WHERE DO THEY LIKE TO KISS YOU

featuring: gojo, geto, nanami, toji x gn!reader

trigger warnings: [n]sfw version under the cut

gojo ♡

- your forehead:

since he's most likely to be taller than you, he likes to smack your forehead with his lips, purposefully making a ridiculous noise while he does it. it's something intimate tho, he gives you french kisses in public without a second of hesitation, but only kisses you on the forehead in private. he does it when he finds you really cute, which happens really often.

geto ♡

- your wrists:

such a smooth mf. he gently takes your wrist and brings it closer to his face. in a loving gesture he puts your hand on his cheek and softly kisses your wrist. while maintaining eye contact of course.

nanami ♡

- the back of your neck:

he has the habit of standing slightly behind you so he can protect you if anything goes wrong (he's paranoid) and he likes to surprise you by kissing the back of your neck. he loves it because it makes you shiver and he likes to see the effect he has on your body.

toji ♡

- your cheeks:

he likes to make you think that he's going to kiss your lips, only to kiss your cheek instead. with your face trapped in his large hand, you usually laugh and try to get away from his hold. also, he gives you wet kisses, you can always feel his tongue on your skin, even when it's an innocent kiss on the cheek. that's either really hot or disgusting, idk you choose.

- [N]SFW VERSION:

gojo ♡

- your inner thighs:

he's such a fucking tease. he gives you hickeys and sucks and kisses your inner thighs until they feel numb and your poor hole is twitching with need.

geto ♡

- your neck:

his favorite position is missionary so he can have easy access to your neck and you can't escape from his gaze. there's something about marking you while he's deep inside you that drives him absolutely crazy.

nanami ♡

- your ankles:

alright this is oddly specific but when you two go for the missionary position, he lifts your legs on his shoulders and he likes to kiss your legs, especially your ankles, because it's one of your weak points and you always let out the cutest sounds when he does.

toji ♡

- your (ass)cheeks (i'm so funny send me money):

he doesn't just kiss them, he bites them too, always hard enough to leave marks. listen, if he gets the chance, he'll lay his head on your ass, it's his favorite kind of pillow. he also kisses and bites your ass cheeks when he eats you out from the back, which is one of his favorite positions.

jjk masterlist

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heysugarhey · 1 year

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Every day I say something like "I don't like eating mango because, you know, mango hurts your mouth and throat when you eat it" and every day it becomes clear that these are my personal allergies and not in fact common things that happen to everyone.

#hey you know how your tongue goes numb when you eat celery?#today was #apparently that is not something that usually happens

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leejenowrld · 3 months

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nct dream reactions, them fucking you dumb/you riding them

(00 line + mark)

requests are open

☆ mark lee

mark loves to bring you to the studio, it’s always a late night and it’s a time where he can spend time with the two things he loves most in the world. you and music. you’re sitting in his lap, more specifically his cock, bouncing up and down as he plays you the songs he only shows you. the song is background noise, he's focused on the pretty little noises spilling from your lips, the moans and the cries of pleasure. he’s 100% used your moans in the background of his raps.

you quite simply fuck yourself dumb on his cock. you ride him at such a rapid and fast pace, you’re screaming into his ear, moaning his name so loudly, your sounds blend in so beautifully to the music he’s made, it has him in awe.

“fuck, i love you.” his mouth is wide open as he admires the view above him. your screwing your face in pleasure, the steady rise and fall on his cock, how tight your pussy feels. it’s driving him crazy.

but all of a sudden the tone shifts. you’re moving faster, harder, your volume increases by 100%. he can feel you becoming limp against him and it only makes his adoration for you grow. he cups your face softly in his hands, pecking your lips, looking down to where you connect with a heavy moan.

“you’re seriously getting tired already?” mark tuts in your ear, his dark tone causing you to clench around him. he calls you his slut, his whore, he tuts at your need for his cock cock that you’re riding it whilst fucked dumb. he says all this with a sheepish grin on his face.

☆ renjun

renjun is pounding into you from the back, he’s fucking you dumb, the only thing holding your body up is his strong grip on the sides of your hips as he pounds into you. he goes faster every time you scream. filth leaves your lips, you’re begging for him to go faster even though you can’t take it and you’re screaming his name at the top of your lungs.

this all eggs him on even more. his hand squeezes around your throat so tightly. you’ve become sensitive and numb, you’re overstimulated and you cannot feel your thighs but this doesn’t evoke any sympathy from renjun. if anything, he fucks you harder. when you try to move away, he spanks you, a strict warning to stay in place for him.

you’re at a point of no return, he’s fucked you so dumb that you feel breathless. words don’t leave you. only the incoherent moaning of his name slips from your tongue. he moans about how you’re his cum dump and that he’ll keep going for the entire night.

he loves fucking you until you can’t move. his rythmn is messy and rapid, he moves even faster when your walls suck him in and when your pussy clenches around him. the bedsheets are stained and you’re panting in his ear, begging him to stop but your grip around his shoulders as you pull him closer tells him otherwise.

☆ jeno

jeno fucks you dumb once a week, it’s a ritual at this point. he slams his cock into you, your walls tighten around him as you pull him in, he’s moving so fast, the headboard is banging, you’re moaning into each others mouth, your body is shaking against his, flush against flush and his hips rut against yours. he puts your leg over his shoulders and fucks your harder, his cock keeps hitting deeper and deeper.

his stamina exceeds yours and he knows you can’t take it anymore, he’s made you cum four times already. but he doesn’t stop, he knows you’re gonna fuck pout out of sadness if he does. he fucks you harder. he applies pleasure on your neck area, his hands encircle your neck so easily and he closes the grip, giving you no room to breathe as you start choking in his hold. he puts his fingers into your mouth, gagging you with a smirk of satisfaction.

your jaw becomes slack, your moans barely coherent so he brings his fingers to the two sides of your jaw, roughly tugging your mouth open and spitting into you. you’re so dumb fucked that you forgot to swallow, your own saliva mixes with his and you’re a drooling mess, it goes down your chin and leaves a mess

he spanks you hard that it leaves marks and your ass cheeks sting for a while. or is it the feeling of his cock pounding into you? “baby, can you feel me here?” he whispers in a seductive tone, licking his lips as he points out the bulge in your stomach. he speaks in heavy moans, grunts and growls

you become lifeless against him and limp, it turns him on, he has a strength kink, he loves the idea that he’s stronger than you, he loves that he can manhandle you. he throws you around and throws you to whatever position he pleases.

you’re talking nonense and gibberish. he’s fucked so dumb that you can’t even speak properly. “use your fucking words” he growls. poking fun at how you can’t speak because he's choking you. “what? what do you want to do? you wanna ride me?”

you’re so cock hungry that you wanna ride him even after he’s made you cum 4 times. but your body fails you. you’re lucky he loves you because he controls it. he lets you ride him, he holds you up, sitting against the headboard as you’re sitting on his cock, his hands resting on your back to hold you against him. he brings you as close to him as possible, he kisses and moans into your mouth.

his hands grip the sides of your hips to help you move up and down his cock, he wipes all your tears and smiles at you, a rare sight because of how rough he usually is to you in bed. “i love you so much”

☆ donghyuck

donghyuck eats you out like a starved man, he has the ability to fuck you dumb by just using his big, plump and juicy lips. he smooches your pussy, he sucks on your clit, he bites it, his tongue continuously stripes between your folds, he’s lapping until you can’t feel your thighs, until you’re thighs shake around his head and you’re tugging onto his hair, trying to pull him away but this only makes him eat you out faster. he lands one slap to your pussy, a warning to not move him away.

he loves how loud you are for him, screaming his name and letting everyone hear how good he’s fucking you. if you keep screaming like that than you’re sure to get rewarded later. he’s whispering against your pussy and you feel his voice vibrate against your folds. causing your pussy to overcome with sensitivity.

suddenly he rewards you with his cock. you’re still riding the high of your orgasm as he slams into you. he throws one leg over his shoulder and fucks you hard and deeply. he fucks you through every orgasm you have and that’s what has you fucked dumb.

your body becomes clammy and sweaty, you’re painted in his cum and you’re crying, the sound of your cries turns him on. your eyes roll to the back of your head, your toes curling at every thrust and every time his cock hits deep inside of you.

☆ jaemin

jaemin fucks you dumb with a sweet, innocent smile on his face to hide all the dirty things he whispers in your ear. he’s all about the build up, he kisses every inch of your body, he makes you cum the first time by sucking and licking your titties, his tongues lapping at the bud and then releasing his grip with a loud ‘pop’ he makes you cum the next two times by only using his fingers. you’re already an overstimulated, shaking mess and his cock hasn’t even been inside of you yet.

he savours every last piece of you. your taste, the wetness that builds in between your thighs. your touch, your fingernails that dig into his biceps as he drives his cock into your hole. he’ll always look down, loving the sight of his cock in your pussy, he doesn’t know where he starts or ends. he embraces your thighs shaking around him, pulling one leg to loop it over his shoulder.

he loves whorshipping you as you’re fucked dumb and cock hungry. he praises and kisses every inch of your body, he doesn’t fail to tell you how beautiful you are and he makes you feel pretty and loved. he coos into your ear, “you’re doing so well for me” “tight little cunt all for me”

he pulls out and hovers over you for a bit, forearms either side of your body as he leans up, grinning as he admires what a mess you look when you’re fucked dumb. he’ll tease you with the sweetest smile of his face, telling you that you can’t take him anymore and that he should run you a bath but when you shut him up by smashing your lips down on his, he slams back into you, moaning against your lips, his hips moving at a more rapid pace

he laughs when you start uttering nonsense. he tuts, seeing how drunk you can truly become from his cock. he calls you his cum slut, his baby, his bunny, his angel. he fucks you dumb softer than any of the other guys would.

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haechansdoll · 9 months

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so perfect, i can't stop - ml x reader

Pairing : Lee Mark x f!Reader

Description : Mark is too horny, and he uses you non stop

Warnings : sex,sex and sex.

“you’re gonna lose it as soon as I put my cock in your pussy” Mark sneers, gripping the plush of your thighs and scooting you closer to his stiff, bare cock. your hands find homage on his shoulders, as he grabs a handful of your ass lifting you on his length. he doesn’t realize the heat cascading from your cunt, your folds brushing across his cockhead, “fuck.” He whispers. His fingers bleed into your thighs, eager hips bouncing subconsciously on his cock—sliding down till your flush against his lap. “jesus fucking christ angel.. didn’t know you were such an eager little thing.” You blush, and he smirks.

“Don’t be shy.” He says, tilting your chin up as he bottoms out releasing a sultry moan, “you been hiding this perfect pussy from me this whole time? fuck.”

He wishes he could just keep you still, allow his cock to immerse in your sweet juices, tight velvet walls milking him dry, caresses your skin with his tongue—keep his fingers dancing on the skin but Mark just can’t do that. he has to feel more—his hips bucking up, cock curving against your spongy spot and you’re unraveling, whimpering when he takes the plunge and rams his cock harder upwards inside you. “want me to fill this pussy up, huh? feel my cum in your tummy for fucking days?”

Mark’s eyes grow dark, dropping the facade of pussy drunk and fully feral, leaning down to sink his teeth into your neck and slamming a hand down to move your hips harder on him, “never gonna fuck you with anything else but my raw cock princess, fuckin’ perfect for me.” you whine and moan against him, barely containing yourself.

“M-Mark—slow down” your whimpers left dull on his ear, mark raises his level of vision back to your disheveled face. “c-can’t help it angel—pussy so fuckin’ good” he throws his head back, his usually brown orbs clouded into a pitch black haze. He’s struggling—hips so sloppily drilling into your cunt. he’s thinking of the aftermath, your hole spilling out his cum and the wetness—how fucking wet and warm your hole will be when he pumps load after load inside you.

“fuck!” your ears vibrate against the shrill moan he echoes through the room, Mark drags his body back down mindlessly pounding into you. a high—the ecstasy laced bliss induced from his raw—untouched cock dragging against your velvet walls. and the tightness—have you always been this tight? he can’t stop thinking of those fucking thoughts. How much cum could you really take though? would Mark have to push it back in or just pump another load? The questions pile up while Mark feels your pussy clench around him and that’s where everything goes numb. A shiver that starts at the back of his neck, crawling its way to his cock and he finally—fills your cunt to the brim, gasping when he’s quick to pull out. He’s mesmerized by his seed oozing out of your messy hole and Mark is already pushing his cum right back in with his cock because what’s a better way to make it stick then with another pretty white load?

Mark inhales a long drawn out breath, steadily hoisting you over his cock for the second time that night. He flickers his eyes to you before casting his gaze back down—he wants to watch his bare cock disappear inside your pussy, something that he will never grow old of. “s-shit” he groans, brows furrowed while you sink down completely, pink dusts his cheeks and his body falls limb under you. he’s’ mortified how much his cock is twitching, swelling at the head while he just basks in the feeling. Once a sign of nerves coats his arm, he immediately throws it over his face gasping when you start to bounce on his cock.

Mark can’t look at you right now, it’d be too much. ..one thing is going raw —but your slick guiding his cock inside your spongy walls but it’s another just to see you. your fingers gripping against your mounds, hips faultlessly moving to a sedate pace while your slick paints his thighs. Marks eyes knock white under his arm, slinging the limb aside to cast it on your hip, “god your pussy is so fucking good” Mark stutters, dragging your cunt on his length. he almost looks disoriented—the way his face has grown a sheen sheet of sweat, cheeks bright pink and his lips—so pretty and glossy, puffy and small gusts of air excluding from it. “don’t stop please, fuck!” Mark screws his eyes shut, he’ll relish this feeling in his mind—carelessly bouncing you on his cock, and even if he came, he won’t stop—even if his cock is spent, tip so sensitive and aching for a break, he cannot simply stop.—not when it feels this fucking good.

Mark feels like he can’t breathe, lungs persuading blue as he continues to slam his cock in your hole, head tipping over and crashing into your neck but you only let out a whimper. “p-princess” he mumbles in your skin, shakily gripping your thighs and spreading them apart, “i think im gonna cum” you feel him shake as he spills inside of you. Deep groans coating your neck, the mess accumulating on your thighs, you can call out his name but he won’t answer—almost like he’s mute, mouth filled with gasps and gurgles and his cock—swelling and dragging along your walls. he knows it’s not enough—just one more time. He thinks. He needs more reeling his hips back to push the cum deeper and deeper. “s-so good for me—fuck—pussy made for me” Mark is barely moving, hips shifting on their own as he continues pulling airy moans to the surface. struggling to hold on to your body while he dives headfirst into another high, senses overcome by pure desire—he’s chasing another tranquil abyss. knees digging into the sheets below you, arms wrapped around your body and his face pressed firmly against the crevice of your neck. He can’t go back now.

#dirty thoughts about mark lee #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct #mark lee hot #mark lee smut #mark lee angst #mark nct smut #mark lee imagines #mark lee fluff #mark lee soft thoughts #mark lee hard thoughts #mark lee sexc asfff

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aerynwrites · 7 months

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Remember

Halsin x gn!Reader

A/N: thank you for the request @sabersandsnipers! I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy! See the request here.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: kissing, love confessions, miscommunication, drunk reader, drunk confessions, morning hangovers/blurry memory, Halsin being a gentleman 🥰

The campfire burns brightly in the night, heating your already heated cheeks.

You all finally came across some good wine, pilfered from a wine cellar in a small abandoned town. Astarion practically melted as he read the labels. Practically glaring at you when you asked him what was so special.

“These are vintage darling. Practically liquid gold compared to the piss we’ve been drinking.”

Your other companions had happily helped tote crates of the stuff back to camp then, excited to finally indulge in the best, for once.

And it is the best. The best you’ve ever had for sure. At least in recent memory.

The wine is rich and decadent, passing your lips without that unpleasant burn the cheap stuff gives. It’s sweet and slides down easily - maybe a little too easily.

It turns your brain to figurative mush, your limbs starting to feel heavy despite the uncontrollable giggles slipping past your lips as Karlach acts out another one of her battle stories.

Your inhibitions have started to slip, especially those tied to your tongue. Because along with your giggles you’re unable to stop your flirtatious rambling to the druid sitting beside you at the fire. He is also taking part in the festivities, albeit more cautiously, only having had a single glass to your…

Well…you don’t know how many.

Another giggle slips past your lips as you lean into the man at your side, watching as Karlach flops down onto the ground in a reenactment of her downing an enemy. Wyll goes to help her up but is also unsteady on his feet and soon joins her in the dirt, both of them howling in laughter.

Halsin lets out a laugh of his own at their antics and you can’t stop the smile that tugs at your numb lips.

“I like your laugh,” you say, turning to look up at Halsin.

The man is taller than you even sitting down, so when he looks down to you, pieces of his hair fall forward into his face.

“My laugh?” He asks, a smile splitting his lips as he most likely finds enjoyment in your inebriated state.

You nod, leaning forward once more to rest your forehead against his chest, abandoning your goblet in favor of wrapping the man in a weak embrace.

“I just like you,” your words are slurred as you slump more into the larger man’s embrace. “And you smell good.”

Halsins chest rumbles with laughter beneath your cheek and it just further adds to the buzzing beneath your skin, even more so when you feel his hands grasp your arms gently.

Yet another thing you notice about him. His hands are calloused, roughened with years of using a weapon and tending the land and communing with nature. But he’s so…gentle. His smile, his words, his laugh, his entire being just screams safety.

It’s what draws you to him no matter how much you try to stay away. Which isn’t very much considering he has slowly started to reciprocate your attraction.

At least…you hope.

“I think it’s high time for you to get some rest,” Halsin says, moving to stand from his seat and guide you to do the same.

“What?” You ask, the world spinning slightly as you get to your feet. “But I’m having fun!”

The words are slurred as Halsin slips an arm around around your waist to steady you, slowly leading you away from the fire. You don’t miss the various whistles and hoots from your other companions as he does so.

Halsin smiles, not that you see it as you focus on putting one foot in front of the other as he leads you.

“I know you were, but it will be an ill-fated day tomorrow if you continue to drink.”

Despite your drunken state you recognize the wisdom in his words.

“You’re probably right, but -“ you pause as you struggle to take in your surroundings before you realize you’re being led away from your tent.

“Wait, my tent is that way,” you emphasize by pointing a staggering finger in the vague direction of your tent, a movement that causes your feet to twist up beneath you.

You would have fallen if it weren’t for the druid at your side stopping to catch you before opting to lift you into his arms instead.

“I know where your tent is located, but my tent is far closer.”

You hum in response, your head lolling backwards, eyes meeting the stars above you.

“I can walk, you know.”

Halsin laughs at this, shifting to support your head as he draws closer to his tent. “Your earlier attempts would disprove that statement.”

You pout your lip at him as he finally ducks into his tent. “You’re mean,” you say plainly.

“I apologize, little one.”

His words hold little apology but you don’t point it out as he finally lowers you to your feet, helping as you try to steady yourself. Only when he pulls away do you finally look up at him, and you take the moment of silence to take in the man before you.

He’s still smiling down at you, all while watching to make sure you keep your feet. His brows furrow slightly with every uneasy shift of your body, his hands tightening where they rest on your hips.

Without thinking you reach up, placing uncoordinated fingers against the scars that run over his brow. He stills at this, eyes widening for a moment before fluttering closed as you trail your fingers down. Your hand cups his cheek now, thumb running over where the scar ends just below his lips.

Lips you want nothing more than to kiss right now.

His eyes open then, as if sensing your questioning stare. You’ve both drifted closer to one another during this silent moment, your chests brushing together as you look up at him.

“Halsin?”

“Yes, my heart?”

Your breath stutters in your chest at the new nickname, and you can smell the faint scent of wine on his breath as he speaks.

“Can I kiss you?”

The words fall into silence, and you can practically feel the tension in the air dissipate as Halsin’s eyes close tightly, a sigh falling from his lips as he steps away from you slightly.

Your drunken mind moves before he speaks, making you stumble over your words.

“Oh that’s - I understand. I shouldn’t have asked, that was - I’m sorry I-“

Before you can ramble any further, Halsin has your face cradled in his hands, green eyes capturing your own.

“You misunderstand,” he tells you, thumbs brushing your cheek bones lightly. “I have wanted to kiss you, to touch you for longer than you can imagine,” he admits, eyes softening. “But I do not wish for our first kiss, our first coming together to be in the midst of a wine induced haze.”

He smiles.

“I want you to remember this, and I’m afraid in this state, you may wake tomorrow with no memory of tonight.” He moves to push a stray piece of hair from your face as one hand settles at the junction of your neck and shoulder. “I do not want to lose a moment with you.”

His words ease the anxiety roiling in your belly, and you find it in you to nod. The sentiment increases the heat in your cheeks once again.

Halsin smiles at your ascent, and gently leads you to bed. His bed roll is set up on top of a pile of furs which cradle your body perfectly where you all but flop onto it. Your earlier statement of not being tired is quickly erased as your eyelids begin to shut, sleep tugging at your mind as you settle into the soft bed.

The last thing you remember before slumber takes you is the feeling of warm hands trailing your arms before something soft covers you and one brief thought.

He feels the same.

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A pounding headache is what eventually wakes you from your slumber. Your mouth is dry, tongue laying thick in your mouth as you try and fail to swallow and wet your mouth. Your eyelids feel filled with sand as you peel them open, only to be met with darkness. The only light is from the sun seeping into the tent in thin slivers from the slightly parted tent flap.

You notice multiple things at once. First being that you’re not in your tent, but in Halsins. The second being the smattering of blurry memories from last night.

Oh Gods…I basically threw myself at him!

You remember that vaguely, asking to kiss him, and then the rest is…foggy. You remember him turning you down and then not much else afterwards.

Pushing yourself up on shaky arms you try to take in your surroundings, letting out a small sigh when you see Halsin isn’t in the tent with you. You can avoid embarrassment just a little longer, at least.

You quickly grab your shoes that you see at the end of the bedroll and after making sure the coast is clear you make your way across camp in the early morning light to your own tent.

The next few hours pass in a blur if periodic sleep and the eventuality of the camp stirring to life around you. A rude reminder that you can’t avoid a certain druid forever.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Karlach's voice pierces the air as she pokes her head into your tent. “Can you take firewood duty? We’re running low.”

You nod quickly. You might not be able to avoid the inevitable but…maybe a little longer.

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The woods are quiet, this time of day, morning starting to give way to midday as you wander through the trees, gathering suitable logs for camp.

However, the tranquility of nature gives your mind time to wander back to last night, desperately trying to force memories to light. But no matter how hard you try, nothing new comes to light. Just you embarrassing yourself in front of the man who’s captured your affections.

You sigh, before gasping as the toe of your boot catches on an exposed root, your thoughts distracting you from your surroundings. The wood in your arms teeters precariously and just about falls to the forest floor before you feel two strong hands steady you.

“You look as if you could use some help,” a familiar voice says, and your stomach flips as Halsin comes to stand in front of you, smiling down at you. “Here.”

He reaches out to take the wood from you before you can protest, the pile that nearly filled your arms looking tiny against his larger frame.

You want to become defensive, but stop yourself before you can snap. Your anger is misdirected to him when you’re really upset with yourself.

You give the man a small smile. “Thank you,” you say before gesturing back towards camp. “I think that should be enough for now, we can head back.”

Halsin just nods before moving in step beside you as you both make the short trek back to camp. Neither of you speak at first - you too anxious to bring anything up and Halsin is probably too polite to do the same.

At least you thought.

“You were gone from my tent when I arrive back from a hunt this morning,” he says simply. An observation. Yet it feels like an accusation, or at least a question. But you almost feel like you can hear…disappointment in his words. Hurt.

You don’t look at him, embarrassment blooming in your chest again. You shrug. “I just…figured I’d save us both the awkward embarrassment.”

You’re at the edge of camp now, and you stop next to the dwindling wood pile and start unloading pieces from Halsin arms onto the ground.

“I’m sorry about last night,” you finally say, avoiding his gaze still. “I shouldn’t have drank so much and I definitely shouldn’t have put you on the spot and I just thought that if I left this morning it would save you from having to turn me down again and-“

The last piece of wood falls from your hands as you fumble over your words, but a steadying hand quickly reaches out to grab your own before you can move to pick it up again.

Finally, you turn to look at Halsin, and you’re taken aback to see…amusement twinkling In his eyes, his lips tugging up into a small grin.

“So you do not remember last night?” He asks, head tilting to the side slightly.

You shake your head, frowning. “I mean I don’t - I remember some of it. I remember asking to - to kiss you…” you cringe slightly at the hazy memory. “And then I remember you pulling away and-“

Before you can ramble any further, callused hands cup your cheeks and soft lips capture your own.

A memory comes to you then, as if Halsins touch alone makes it resurface. You remember what you thought was his rejection, then his confession, then his kind words after.

“I want you to remember this.”

He didn’t reject you. He returns your affections, and has for some time now it seems.

You finally kiss him back, your hands falling to his waist and gripping the fabric of his shirt in your hands. He pulls you closer then, lips moving against yours in a way that screams desperation. He’s been holding back for so long, and so have you.

But not anymore.

Yet he pulls away all too soon, leaving you breathless and wide eyed as you look up at him, still gripping onto him as if you’re afraid he’ll disappear if he steps away.

“I don’t think I could have forgotten a kiss like that,” you say, voice soft.

Halsin laughs, a quiet chuckle as his thumb runs soothingly over your cheekbone.

“I will not forget this moment either,” he assures. “But I did not want to risk losing it to the haze of last evening. These things are better enjoyed with a clear mind.”

You can’t help but laugh, despite the seriousness of his words. “You’re not wrong in that,” you say, reaching up to trace gentle fingers over the scars on his brow.

Another memory flickers to mind and you smile as you watch Halsins eyes flutter closed, just like they did last night.

“Halsin,” his name is a whisper on your lips.

He smiles, eyes blinking open once more. “Yes, my heart?”

Gods that nickname.

“Can I kiss you?”

He pulls you closer, nose brushing your own. “You never have to ask, little one. My heart is yours.”

And then his lips are on yours again, and you're silently glad he made you wait. Because he was right.

You don’t want to lose a moment with him, either.

#halsin x reader #bg3 x reader #bg3 halsin x reader #bg3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 halsin #halsin

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ciades · 6 months

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✪ — WINNER TAKES IT ALL ; bada lee x f!reader | !SPOILERS!

summary: it all comes down to this: bada’s just won street woman fighter, and needs someone to celebrate with. (spoiler: overstimulation + 🧠 from bada) the mighty fall universe

pairing: bada lee x swf2!f!reader

warning: SMUT!! it’s intense + not for the faint hearted. you’re responsible for what you read <3

Bada’s eaten you out plenty of times before.

But never like this— never with this intensity. You’re blushing furiously as she adjusts you, hooking one calf over her shoulder so she can nuzzle up against your cunt.

“This pussy is my reward, isn’t it?,” She murmurs, never before sounding so undone, so starved. “I won the competition, so I get to put my mouth on this pretty cunt, don’t I?” Before you can think of a reply to give her, Bada parts your labia with her fingers, pouncing forward to lick into you.

You let out a yelp, legs tensing automatically, digging your heels into her back as her rough tongue laps over your folds. The cold edges of the bathroom sink dig into your ass, and your thankful for Bada keeping you balanced and supporting most of your weight. Every flick of her tongue is precise and experienced, making you shiver as her nose rubs against your clit. The sensation has your back arching, a rising pressure— you’re sensitive.

“Bada,” you whine helplessly, no other option but to reach down and hold onto her hair. Bada hums against your pussy in affirmation, effortlessly sinking two fingers into your dripping heat. Your cunt stretches and clenches around the intrusion, and when she adds the third, a high-pitched moan escapes your mouth.

Bada moans in response at your pleasure, the sound vibrating through your core. You can feel her smiling against your skin.

Your hand, previously stroking her hair, clenches a fist against her now mussled locks. A loud groan leaves Bada’s mouth at the pulling sensation, lips latching onto your clit and sucking hard.

It all feels too much, you’re too hot, sweating in the white and pink outfit your Jam Republic team mates chose for you. Your dress is wrinkled from being pulled up to your hips by Bada. You’re breathing heavily and Bada purrs. She purrs and the sound goes straight to your clit.

“You- you feel so good, Bada please-“ Now you’re begging, but unsure what for. Your vision blurs when she starts fucking her fingers into you even faster, the squelching sound almost too loud to bear. Bada continues her devilish pace until the pressure in your belly builds, and builds, and—

“Wait!—“ You sob, but it’s too late. Bada pushes a fourth finger inside and you feel so full , drooling out another gush of slick, which Bada licks up.

The world blurs through the wetness of your lashes, on the wet heat of your breath puffing against your own hand in attempts to silence yourself, on Bada’s fingers, nudging you open as deep as she can go. It stings, but your toes curl. It stings, but your thighs shake, you whisper things like deeper, harder, don’t stop, don’t stop—

Your orgasm is sudden and splintering. You choke on a cry, your wetness gushing out of you and spilling onto Bada’s hand, which is still thrusting in and out in an eye-roll inducing rhythm. Bada laps it up eagerly, chasing your taste and nipping hard at your clit until you shake.

You’re oversensitive, nearly numb from the after shock, pussy flushed and twitching from Bada’s administrations. Bada drinks your release all through your orgasm, only stopping when you fist a hand in her hair and pull her away.

“B-bada,” You hiccup, flushed and trembling, “Too much.”

Bada rises from between your legs, face drenched with your slick, eyes wild and gleaming. She keeps her fingers plugged into your cunt for a few seconds, stroking your inner walls until you’re shaking.

“Good girl,” Bada says roughly, gently pulling her hand out of you, turning her head to plant kisses on your thighs. “My baby’s always so good for me, isn’t she?”

You just hum and smile in agreement, too tired to say more. Bada stands up and lets you collect yourself for a few moments before you both have to return to the celebration, peppers your face with kisses, moving flyaway strands behind your ears in a move so gentle you feel like crying.

“All those prizes and you’re the best gift yet.” She teases.

A scoff escapes you, raising your arms to engulf her in a hug. “Have I told you how proud I am? How much I loved seeing you dance on that stage?”

“I think you’ve shown me that plenty already, y/n.”

#bada lee x reader #street woman fighter 2 #swf2 x reader #bada lee #swf2 #bada lee x y/n #bada lee swf2 #Bebe #bada lee imagine #bada lee smut #badagf writes

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bunniehrtz · 7 days

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mommy abby taking out her work stress on reader (ofc being the aftercare queen too) plsss

cw: kinda mean!abby, breeding kink, mirror sex, little cutesy aftercare

the front door of your shared apartment slams and it makes you jump. the air in your room goes cold, and you hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. a sound you know all too well.

abby has been having a tough time during her recent patrols - too many infected, shit partners, too many infected and shit partners. she comes home wound up and there’s only one solution. fucking you senseless. it has become almost routine but this time felt different. the house felt dark, cold, angry. abby bursts through the door, grabbing you by your forearms, pinning you down onto your bed. you try to pull away to talk to her. you should’ve known better. “abby- abs. what’s- fuck. what’s wrong?” you attempt to say in between kisses. “don’t- i don’t want to talk. just want you,” she says breathily, grinding her hips down into yours, her hands lifting up your shirt, throwing it behind her. as you let out a pornographic moan, abby slips her tongue into your mouth, exploring it feverishly. your chest flush against abby’s own, moaning into her mouth. “need- fuck. need to fuck you. need to have my way with you. will you let me?” she asks, out of breath. “yes, abby. yes,”

your back against abby’s, her huge hand holding your jaw, forcing you to look at yourself in the reflection of the mirror. “don’t look away, don’t close your legs, you’re not going fucking anywhere,” abby spits and you whimper in agreement. you let out a deafening scream at abby’s index, middle and ring finger slowly inching inside your soaked cunt. her attack on your pussy is brutal, your head thrown back against her shoulder, your eyes shut tight and you can only hear the slick wetness of your pussy and abby’s groans at said sound. “you hear that, baby? yeah? dirty fuckin’ bitch. so fucking dirty for me,”

“please, abs. please, ‘m so close, abs,” you try to say through moans. the fire in your stomach is so strong. and it disappears. “what? no, abby, no, please. was so close, abs,” you pout up at her, she smirks back down at you.

“not yet. on your hands and knees. face the mirror.”

the bed knocks against the wall, almost crashing through it. the squeaks of the bed go right through you and the pace in which her cock is pounding into you is mind numbing. your chest against the bed, your ass up in the air. abby’s hold on your hips is strong, her grip on your hair is even stronger, keeping your head up to make sure you keep eye contact with her. “if this dick was fuckin’ real, i’d be putting a baby inside you, fuck. you’d let me, wouldn’t you? want me to make you a mommy? say it. fuckin’ say it, baby,” abby encourages. “yes- oh, fuck! yes, want it so bad, please!” abby’s thrusts become quicker and harsher, her grip on you tightening. “yeah, i know, baby. i know. you wanna cum? you wanna cum, baby?” abby pulls you up by your hair, her hips attached to your neck, as she mutters. “cum for me, cum on this dick, baby. cum on this dick and i’ll cum inside this pretty pussy. come on, baby.” you let go with a scream, and a kiss on your neck.

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“you’re so beautiful, baby. drink up,” abby coos softly, handing you a bottle of water. you take a sip, cuddling into her. “are you okay? didn’t hurt you, right?” you shake your head, leaning up to press a kiss on abby’s lips.

“you didn’t, i’m okay.”

“good.”

“i love you.”

“i love you more, baby.”

“were you being serious about the baby thing?”

“you know i was.”

you cheeks heat as you cuddle more into abby’s chest, your eyes closing for the night. abby’s hands draw shapes on your back as you fall asleep, feeling as safe as ever.

#abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader smut #abby anderson tlou #the last of us abby #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby x reader #abby anderson #abby #the last of us #tlou #abby anderson x reader smut #abby x you

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deeversuswords · 22 days

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‧˚₊ Shotgun in his car

pairing: bakugou katsuki/f!reader summary: random thoughts about Katsuki and driving word count: ~800 words contains: slight nsfw, mostly fluff, aged-up • ao3 link a/n: I blame this song for putting the thought in my already "crying over bakugou katsuki on a daily basis" brain. before I kick myself out, as a bonus "thought": rolled-up sleeves. enjoy 🧡

Bakugou Katsuki, your boyfriend who pulls up in front of U.A after getting his driver’s license, where you’re supposed to meet up with him, and whistles at you, the sharp tune a shared secret. His proud grin widens when your head jerks up and all you manage is half a curse in his direction as you startle. He knows the words died on your tongue at the sight of him in the driver seat of a car you don’t recognize. Of course not, it was his parents’ gift for his eighteenth birthday, one he hid from you for this very moment. He melts inside when you climb in, throw your arms around his neck, and smother his face with kisses as you squeal out your congratulations. Putting up with all the dumb instructions from his driving instructor was worth it if this was his reward.

Bakugou Katsuki whose strides hold more arrogance when he returns to the dorms and waves his driver's license to everyone. He was the first to turn eighteen, and now, he’s the first with a driver's license. His chuckles resonate just right when your friends groan exasperated and complain how they have to wait, but congratulate him nonetheless and wiggle their eyebrows because Katsuki with a license means a free drive. Wrong.

Bakugou Katsuki plays taxi driver for no one except you. You—the reason why those free drives he vehemently denies become a thing. When you ask him, pretty eyes peering into his, Katsuki thinks “Hell no”, but his mouth says, “Whatever. Fine.” And there are rules. No eating or drinking. Wear a seatbelt. Don’t be obnoxiously noisy. And the strictest of them all: no one, not even his parents, is allowed to sit in the passenger seat. Hell breaks loose on anyone who tries. “That’s my girl’s seat. Get in the back”—not a statement, but an order. It’s that same seat that becomes the first thing he modifies in his car with his first paycheck. Every last yen goes into the best material, best cushion, best everything because your comfort is his. And it’s so fucking worth it when you cuddle up in your new seat with a big smile on your face and love is all he feels when you say, “God, Kat. You’re spoiling me too much” and pull him by his collar into a mind-numbing kiss.

Bakugou Katsuki and driving with one hand, a habit born out of a passing comment you made about how hot he looked when he did that. His brain rewired on your words, spoken in a nearly whiny tone. But with the rewiring came a whole lot of other things. Like his free hand resting on your thigh. Sometimes his fingers trace random patterns and innocently knead and pinch. Other times, they glide higher and tease, twitch with need when your legs instinctively spread for more of what only he can give you. It is for that reason that Katsuki memorized where in the city the secluded places were. Once his name passes your lips on a breathy moan, he knows no driving, only how to pull over and make you come all over his fingers.

Bakugou Katsuki who finds an outlet in driving late at night when stress gets to him and sleep is being a bitch. Becomes his routine, and slowly yours too. “You’re more important than my sleep, Kat. I’m right there with you,” you told him one night when he got angry at himself for daring to disturb your sleep for the third time that week. He kissed you right after, hungrier than ever, insatiable for your love and everything you meant to his world. Katsuki didn’t care that you wore only a T-shirt—one of his old ones—as he dragged you out of your shared apartment and into his car after allowing you a minute to put shoes on. That drive was a learning experience so now, among the many things crowding his calendar, are the nights promising a clear sky. Because he needs a repeat of his car parked on some random grassy field on the outskirts of the city. To watch you beam at the starry sky above and drown in your joy as you tug on the sleeve of his T-shirt, pointing at the constellations and naming what he already knows because Katsuki always listens when it’s you. Eventually, he silences you with a kiss, his love burning too bright and too hot; it overwhelms him. His head spins and spins. It’s a blur that temporarily clears when you finally ease down on him in the backseat of his car, your gaze locked with his lovesick one, hands grabbing everywhere they can. It’s the only time when Katsuki goes against your wishes of fucking you hard. Not a romantic in the literal sense of the word, but the way everything gravitates together in the moment changes his usual pace into something softer. He makes love to you. Heart wide open, soul bare.

#no use of y/n #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #reader insert #female reader #bakugou smut #bnha smut #bnha fic #when the title hits you after you post

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succubusmunson · 1 year

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warnings: eddie masturbating, pet names

Thinking about the way Eddie’s head rolls back when he squeezes at the tip of his leaking, hard cock. His eyes are squeezed shut, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and his chest flushed a light red. The only thing on his mind? You.

Your body laying against his, your fingers tracing over the lines of his tattoos. His hair stands up, and goosebumps coat his skin at the thought. The littlest things about you make him a puddle.

He loves it when you’re on your knees for him, mouth wide open with your tongue hanging out. You look so perfect, waiting for him to use your mouth like a fleshlight.

“Fuck-,” his hand speeds up, imagining that it is your mouth. Running his thumb over the tip of it, like your tongue would do to collect all the precum dripping from it. “T-that’s it. You’re doing so good for me.”

His other hand slides further between his legs, squeezing his heavy balls that are just begging to be drained.

His mind floods with images of you. Your pretty lips wrapped around the cum filled sack, your tongue rolling over them, getting them nice and wet with your spit.

“Oh my fucking god.” Before Eddie can stop himself, cum is spilling over his stomach.

He can barely feel it drip over his knuckles, his mind completely foggy from everything. It’s as if the breath from his lungs escaped him, words not being able to form.

Eddie’s full body felt electrified and numb all at once. All of this just because he couldn’t get you out of his head.

His hips are bucking off the bed, spurts of cum still spilling out. It’s more than usual, but it always is when you’re on his mind. “Yeah, baby. T-take it all.”

Eddie swears his eyes roll into the back of his skull, his whole vision going white.

After he finally calms down and gets a look at the mess he made of himself again, his mind goes back to you.

He thinks about how you would roll your tongue out and lick over his stomach, collecting all of his cum and swallowing it with a proud smirk on his face. You do anything for him, and he knows that.

And just as fast as he came, he’s hard again. Needing to touch you and cum inside you, but for now, his hand would do.

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dmitriene · 1 month

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thinking about riding cowboy!price — his muscular thighs are spread wide, shabby pants with slightly shabby leather chaps are pulled down enough to fish his fat, thick cock out, opening up complete freedom of action for you and your greedy pussy, which swallows his bulbous cock down to the base with just your cotton panties pushed to the side to expose your sloppy folds and little throbbing clit, making the fabric dig into your skin slightly as you roll your hips forward with each slap of your plush ass back on his thighs.

there's a pungent smell of tobacco and a strong smell of sweat making you scrunch your nose, especially when john cruelly exhales tobacco smoke from his thick cigar in your direction, but you're more focused on how lightheaded his cock makes you, probing against your womb and hitting your cervix with each thrusts upward, as you roll on him and drag your dripping cunny against his pubic hair, as your dainty hands run against his soft, muscular torso, rubbing against thick dark hair there.

the sounds of your satisfied high moans and mewls is the most satisfying music for price in this messed up wooden cabin, the only thing he likes about this fucked up city is your pretty face and welcoming, tight, warm cunny just for him, as you greedily take what you want in your rhythmically pulsing walls, squeezing around his meaty shaft as he throbs and juts in your cervix deliciously, stretching your warmth to match each inch.

— “hhmm, f— feel's so good, john!„ you slur out drunkenly, letting him know just how good his cock let's you feel as your thighs starts to tremble and go numb slightly, so he takes his turn, grunting approvingly with his cigar between his wet lips so as to free his hands, one warm calloused palm sits just right on your hip, gripping the soft, sweaty flesh beneath thin dress to fuck you on his dick, as another smooths your ribs and up to your jiggling tits, open due to the lowered and pulled sleeves of your soft dress, letting his fingers play with your hard little buds, tugging and rolling beneath rough fingertips.

— “going to feel even better as i creampie this pussy, sweets„ john rumbles out with hoarse purr, just before he takes one last puff of the cigar before quickly pulling it out of his mouth, slamming it against the glass ashtray before bringing his hand back to your rounded hip, squeezing the plush flesh and starting to slam his cock harshly into your sloppy pussy, leaning into your open with delirious mewls mouth and plugging it with tobacco smoke and his tongue, licking into your mouth with fervor as he rearranges your slick, pulsing cunt.

it takes a couple of hard, yet sloppy thrusts, before you both reach your highest as his hand left your tortured, swollen nipple to tug at your hair, tipping your head back as he continued to swallow your moans and suck on your tongue, rough beard scratching your skin as you can't do nothing but scratch his chest in response, slobbering and babbling incoherent — “uh huh — a-ah, ye.. yes, s'good, gonna cum!„ as price let's you cream his fat cock with an arch of your fragile spine.

he lefts your mouth when your cunt starts pulsing and clamping down with a bigger rush of slick and cum, coating his hoarse pubic hair and shaft, strings of saliva stretch from your swollen puffy lips to his, which he licks down, blue irises swallowed with blackness of dilated pupils as he locks how you slide down on his body, your pretty face finding support on his shoulder.

as you arch deeper, presenting your plush ass to the air as his cock spurts ropes of thick seed inside your walls and fat tip presses against your cervix, filling you with warmth till it drips down from your overflowed cunny and his shaft softens, your mind goes blank with just his touch and tart smell in your senses, as john's fingers move from your slightly bruised hip to your ass, dipping to smear his cum against your folds and his cock, raising his hand and looking at shiny, slick mess which brings a wide grin to his lips.

— “wha' a good fucking girl, did so well„ draws his rough smoky voice, and you don't even register it, only a sloppy kiss to your temple and a light pat to your ass, ears buzzing and swallow his last words, which remain silent for you, good for you — “going to keep coming here jus' to breed you, can'' leave such a lovely thing all alone„

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subbypeterparker · 4 months

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need loser!hazel callahan humping the readers thigh

just thinking of Hazel enjoying being on top of you, little gasps and moans escaping her lips when your thighs encase her waist, pulling her in closer. your hands are buried in her hair, pulling slightly on those beautiful soft locks.

“jesus baby, your lips feel so good,” she can’t help but whimper, words slightly drowned out by your tongue in her mouth as you hum in agreement. her hands are stroking small circles on the waist band of your shorts, cold rings sending chills through your body. your breathing has sped up a bit, and and Hazel can feel your heartbeat hammering under your skin.

your thigh suddenly slots between her legs, rubbing slightly on the heat in between them, earning you a moan when Hazel feels pressure being added to her clit. you’re both wearing thin matching sleep shorts, and as cute as you both think they are, there’s no denying the thin material leaves sensations easy to feel.

you pull away slightly, just enough so you can see her half-lidded eyes full of lust, her lush lips puffy and wet, and her cheeks flushed from the continuous movements of your thigh. “fuck Hazel, you look straight out a wet dream-” you sigh out as her head ducks down to press her soft lips onto your neck, tongue tracing over marks left over from the previous night.

you can’t help but roll your hips up, accidentally causing your thigh that’s between her legs to jerk up, pressing the seam of her shorts directly on her clit. she moans out, leaning back up to press her lips back onto yours, panting and moaning when you’re still moving your thigh against her cunt.

you notice the little noise she lets out, and smirk against her lips, pushing her hips down and applying more pressure, until she moans out against your lips. her hips begin moving on their own, grinding slowly against your thigh. “baby, you can go faster if you want..” you purr out. poor Hazel’s brain goes completely numb after that, as soon as she realizes that moving her hips faster makes her feel better.

“didn’t think…this would feel…so good-” she lets out against your lips, breathing increasing as she grinds down harder. you can’t help but let out your own groans, seeing your beautiful girl fall apart above you. she’s so wet at this point, you can feel her slick coming through her panties and shorts, and let out a lewd moan of your own.

“baby, take off your pants, please,” you breathlessly let out. her forehead rests against yours while she reaches down to quickly pull down her boxers and shorts in one go. a string of her slick connects her pussy to her panties, and your mouth immediately starts watering. the cold hair hits her wet folds, and she whimpers out at the sensation.

Hazel repositions herself so your legs can lay comfortably splayed apart, knees raised so she can straddle your thigh. your hands are quick to move to her waist, pulling her against the soft skin of your plush thighs. her wet cunt comes in contact with your bare leg, and she throws her head back at the first second of contact her clit has with your bare skin.

you let her sit there, so pretty for you with her cunt exposed to you, and her hips slowly jutting so she’s grinding against you. “good girl, there you are,” you let out, licking your lips at the sight of her. her eyes zero in on your lips as her hips begging moving faster and faster, and she leans down quickly to press fast and breathless kisses on your lips.

your thigh is now drenched with her slick, her hips moving more sporadically than before. “fuck, i’m already close,” she feels so pathetic saying that, but the more wet she becomes, the easier it is for her to slide along your thigh, and the closer she feels to cumming.

“please baby, cum all over me, please,” you pant out into her mouth. her arousal all over your leg feels like heaven, and you need to see her cum from just grinding on your thigh. Hazel angles her hips so that when she thrusts her hips, her clit can deliciously rub against the outlines of your leg muscles.

her mouth opens against yours, a warning she’s about to cum, and you’re quick to praise her with a little “please Hazel, you’re doing so good, cum for me baby, please.”

her thighs jerk and shake against your own thighs, and your hand moves to rub against her clit, sending her over the edge. she lets out quiet moans and sobs as the pressure in her stomach builds until her legs still, and she’s cumming all over your thigh.

“that’s it baby, that’s my good girl,” you pant out, rubbing her hips, which are lazily jutting against your thigh as she comes down from her high. Hazel’s head drops down into the crook of your neck, continuing to let out little moans while she accidentally overstimulates herself. “shhhh baby, it’s okay, you did so good,” you whispered in her ear, pressing kisses into her hair.

she lets out little giggles as she lifts her head up, her hips having stopped their desperate movements. “wow, didn’t know it was possible to cum from that,” she laughs. her face is even more red than before, bangs sticking to her sweaty forehead. but her eyes are shining, clearly elated from her orgasm.

you look at her, face hanging right in front of yours, mirroring the adorable smile she wears on her pink lips. “i know right…how many more do you think you have in you?” you smirk, pulling her in for another kiss.

you don’t miss the way she blushes and shifts her hips in excitement.

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raitonsfw · 2 months

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bsd men: first time edition

characters: nakahara chūya, nakajima atsushi, & dazai osamu.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, virgin!reader, loving!chūya, virgin!atsushi, smug!dazai, positions: missionary (chūya's & atsushi's) & riding (dazai's), p in v intercourse, slight clit play, premature ejaculation (atsushi's), kissing, praising, pining, slight dirty talk, consent, hint of pain, some uncertainty, new sensations, chūya's part feels poetic to me (almost cried writing it), atsushi ruins his trousers hehe (he's so cute), dazai's quite big ahem- (iykwim).

a/n: why not start a tiny bsd series with sharing their first times with you? probably a v popular idea, but we always need more variety you know? wc: 1.9k m.list

next up: bsd men: first time edition pt 2. (nikolai, fyodor, & sigma)

divider credit: @hitobaby

❝𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚'𝐬❞ first time with you goes exactly as planned. a bottle of wine waited for you in the kitchen afterwards as he delicately hovered over you with an intoxicating smile. he didn’t want to drink beforehand– this moment was too important to get wine drunk over, too intimate to get lavished from the red liquid and you appreciated the gesture.

the silk sheets kissed your skin, felt underneath you with a cold sheen and you reveled in the way his mouth tasted like you were his wine; sweet and delicate to the touch as his tongue lapped into your mouth. careful not to break – not to shatter you – as his gloved palms ran over the flesh of your hips, soft fingertips dipping into the innate crevices of your body.

when he pushed into you, there was a hint of pain– but it was completely erased by the gentleness of his fingers soothing against your blushed cheeks. you felt at ease in his arms, your hands shielded over his lithe figure, and he knew his back would soon be littered with scratches. your legs wrapped around him as he settled deep inside you– waiting for you to adjust to the imploring feeling of being connected.

“it’s okay, darling– tell me when i can move. i’ll make sure you feel so good…”

“fuck you’re so tight around me… can’t think straight–”

and you loved that of him. you adored the way he looked at you, his rich eyes searching for any discomfort and brushing it away. his humanity shone through and you wondered how he could possibly think that such a cherished feeling wasn’t human itself? he had held back a groan when he sank into you, your walls hugging him tightly with a sharp inhale coming from you but now his voice failed him as you prompted him to move.

a low groan escaped his lips as he pulled out of you gingerly and thrusted back in, your mind nearly going numb at the first stroke. for such a tiny man, he surely knew how to curve thickly inside you– his cock nudging against the sweet bundle of nerves. you let out a quiet moan, your head tipping back onto the pillows and your entire body relaxing against his. everything seemed to have melted away as he took to a languid rhythm, soft kisses against your neck and chest littering your skin.

every time you squeezed around him, his eyes would roll back and he’d jolt inside you– his hips stuttering and a tiny curse expelling from him until he held eye contact with you. and god, did that make you feel gorgeously exposed – piercing blue staring back at you with such intimacy drawn in them, it made your heart flutter and dance. you couldn’t help but take his roseate cheeks into your hands, capturing him into a searing kiss that he thought about for days on end afterwards.

you were so caught up within your pleasure, you didn’t have time to tell him you were close but he knew way before you did; quiet praises coaxing you closer and closer to your release.

“c’mon, give it to me sweetheart– yes…”

and when you came, it was a blossoming feeling. your body shook with pleasure and chūya could barely hold his own, desperately trying not to cum yet but failing miserably as you let out those pretty little moans for him.

your back arched against him, both of your chests touching and with a light hand, he subconsciously swiped it over the small of your back to keep you in place with his ability caressing you so you wouldn’t slump against the bed too harshly.

“so good for me, y/n… had me losing my mind.”

❝𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢'𝐬❞ first time with you is also his first time. you knew he was a virgin beforehand, his slight jumpy actions whenever you placed your hand on his thigh– dare you try to go further with him, his whole face would turn red and you’d think it was the cutest thing ever.

when you finally made the move on atsushi, his lips wouldn’t work properly as he stuttered out ‘a-are you sure, y/n?’ and you’d just melt at the way he laid back for you when you straddled him with a passionate kiss. you just had to shut him up or else you’d second guess yourself even though you wanted him to practically mount you since the day you met him at the agency.

you’d be so fucking careful too– careful enough as to not scare him away, he was always so flighty when it came to intimacy. but this time, he seemed to revel in every muted touch to his body. your fingers would trail down his chest, toying with his suspenders and your other hand would thread into his hair– the swayed black highlight in it slicking back as he got more needy with each kiss.

his hands would fly to your hips, your clothed cunt flush with his stiffened cock– and you’d make the mistake of grinding down onto him. he’d cum in his trousers seconds after, a choked moan escaping him against your lips and it’d turn you on sooo much. it’s like he was reliving his teen years, freshly sixteen and barely able to contain his horniness when he felt a woman’s touch for the first time.

as you pulled away to look at him, he’d turn his head away with a quiet ‘sorry’ slipping from his mouth and god, if you weren’t wet then… you’re soaked now. you’d tease him– ‘atsushi, never had a pretty girl grind on you? how cute…’ to which he’d respond with simply rolling you two over in bed, him now on top of you.

“if you’re really sure, we can do it this way.”

“w-would you like that?”

and now it’s your turn to go red in the face, your legs parting to let him in. with shaky fingers, he’d undress you– each article of clothing ending up near the end of the bed and he’d take every opportunity he had to ogle at your figure. you looked so beautiful underneath him– him of all people – and he was certain if he touched his cock now, he’d explode.

and when you wrapped your hand around him to guide him in, thank god he didn’t; his insides shifting as you gave him a small smile. the tip of his cock nudged up against your entrance and you both looked down as he sunk inside you. a gasped moan met you, which you swallowed up early– your own whines in tune with his as he started to move inside you.

“l-love you soo much– you okay baby?”

you’d nod every time he asked, your mouth ghosting over his neck and his shoulders as he buried his head into yours– every thrust feeling so overwhelming to you but it felt so good… for as long as it lasted at least. his hips had started stuttering into you, quiet pants and whimpers leaking into your ear as his high caught up to him quickly. he couldn’t stop from stringing out your name in a long drawn moan either, his eyes squeezing shut as he reached his second orgasm within the hour.

“‘m so sorry… g-gonna cum–!”

he stilled in you, weakly shuddering through his release and you massaged his back softly as he collapsed against you after. his cum dripped out of you, around his own cock as he didn’t even manage to pull out and you’d pepper kisses into his skin. atsushi would mumble out some nonsense, presumably a ‘thank you’ and once he came to, you knew he’d return the favor– with your guidance of course.

❝𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮'𝐬❞ first time with you goes…not exactly how you expected. with the exception of his bandages loosening underneath your grasp and his urge to just straight up bounce you on his cock, you didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into.

he insisted on you riding him the first time– that way if anything happened you could just get off of him and that was that. definitely not because of the way your figure was practically on display for him, your breasts jiggling and your pretty pussy fluttering around him as you sunk down unassuredly.

you didn't know where to put your hands so they ended up fluctuating between holding them against your chest and resting them against his sternum, pressing deeply as another wave of pleasure rolled through you when you leaned slightly forward. his cock nestled up right against your cervix, curved upwards long and thick and you nearly died on spot when he first pulled it out.

you knew dazai had been packing, but you didn’t really think twice about it until it was prodding against your entrance. the head of it slipped past your folds and you had gasped out, his bandages nearly tearing from the sheer grip you had on them. and then he bottomed out and… oh, wow– you never felt so full in your entire fucking life.

“that’s it, good girl– took me like a champ.”

“how ‘bout you put on a show for me?”

you didn’t know what he meant, but you tried your best as you lifted yourself up on his cock– the crown catching lightly against your hole and sinking back down onto him quickly. your hands quaked, a bit of pain shooting through your abdomen before dissipating as you moved more fluidly on him.

you looked at dazai halfway through, half-lidded eyes meeting yours and suddenly, you understood why people have sex now. his entire face was smug, his mouth open in silent pants, and his bangs stuck to his forehead with his arms crossed behind his head. it was hot– the way his eyes followed the bounce of your breasts and the movements of the back of your thighs smacking down slightly against his own.

he wasn’t very loud, which you had coined him to be before but maybe you had to wait. with his lustered personality, you were sure he’d pipe up near the end, his hips starting to work against yours with a searing grasp against your own hips.

he practically moved them for you, lifting you up and down against him with little waver and his eyes rolled back when you clenched around him, a cry leaving your mouth as he nudged your sweet spot.

“right there, hm? use your words, baby.”

your voice was broken apparently as you could barely form his name on your tongue, overwhelming pleasure coursing through your entire body as he fucked up into you earnestly now. you couldn’t hold back your moans anymore, same with him – you knew it – his low groans filling the air now with every thrust.

you felt so good around him, tight and now made to fit his cock personally. he only ever wanted his cock buried deep in you from now on, no one else’s; you were his until the day you two decided the afterlife.

your orgasm fluttered up your spine, quick and brutal until it was right there and you tried to tumble off, a sharp whine escaping you. you looked to dazai for help, a needy look too and he cooed at you with a smirk.

“yeah, gonna cum on my cock? how darling. cum for me, y/n.”

his fingers grazed your clit, rubbing it expertly and your orgasm washed over you within seconds. you were too far gone to notice the tiny whimpers that escaped the brunette as you convulsed on his cock, the desperation that overtook him as he watched you fall apart– his vision went white when he came inside you.

yeah, this wasn’t exactly what you expected but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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