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inkysocky · 1 month
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Professor Jake
Jake always had an eye for you and the way you behaved in his class. How you’d undo an extra button on your blouse on your way to his class, making sure your thighs were visible under your skirt when he walked by, how you’d look him in the eyes when you tied your hair into a ponytail. Everything you do drives him insane, but of course he has to suppress himself completely whenever you turn him on a little too much. 
You’re a smart girl, always submitting your homework on time and paying attention in class. It’s so hard to focus during class though. Your teacher has habits like biting his lip, fidgeting with the collar of his shirts, and poking his inner cheek with his tongue whenever he’s pissed at the class messing around. Oh god, how his anger just fuels your desires. What drives you feral is whenever he wore those grey sweatpants that tug around his hips and bag around his legs. He almost never wears them though, the boners you give him make the sight clear and obvious in those pants. Your mouth waters at this sight, his pants just give away how big his manhood is. 
You watch him teach at the whiteboard, how his tongue would glide across his bottom lip during a pause between sentences. How his hands expose in the light, his veins flexing as he’s scribbling a sentence on the board. You can only imagine him like that, pounding into you like the thirsty man he is. 
That is until he’s slamming you against his desk, leaving open mouthed kisses on your cleavage. His hand slaps onto your mouth, suppressing your loud noises as he stretches you out. He’s so hard and thick that it spreads shock throughout your uterus with every stroke. Jake grunts in your neck, suppressing his own moans by biting in the crook of your neck. “You don’t know how long… how long I’ve…” fuck, he can’t even finish a sentence. You might be having him dazed more than the other way around. 
Jake’s thrusting into you at an animalistic pace and hitting every angle, letting loose of all the pent up desire he’s been keeping in. How you moan and scream in his palm, how your legs shake and clamp around his waist, how your skin is burning up from pleasure and pressure to your cunt. It’s all too much for him. He can’t shake away the flashbacks of your pretty face so focused on work he gives you, you fidgeting with your clothing to practically tease him with your body, you squirming in your seat because of how slick you get. Jake’s so lost in the pleasure that he doesn’t even notice how he’s yanking your head backwards and sucking, pretty much slobbering on your neck. 
He feels your warm climax drip down his slick length and down his thighs. He pulls off your neck to get a good look at your face. Fuck. You’re gasping, whimpering incoherent words under your breath. Your eyes are rolling into your head and your hands are squeezing his shoulders so fucking tight. The sight alone makes him cum, erupting inside you and filling your womb completely until there’s no room for anything else. Not even air. 
He’s a panting mess, you’re a panting mess, you both feel so hot in this intimate embrace, just staying with your intertwined bodies for a few moments. Jake doesn’t have the will nor the energy to even pull out, he just picks you up off the desk and sits on his chair, allowing you to straddle him comfortably. You’re catching your breath against his neck while Jake’s still buried ball deep inside you, but your soft breathing just makes him hard again. 
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evilminji · 24 days
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You know what's my JAM?
Extremes being treated as the Serious Dangers they ARE, even when they aren't "oooh its a spooky Grey morality and BADness!" Extreme.
Like? No, people. ALL of them are bad. They are ALL face melting dangerous. The void may crush your soul, but look upon the Face Of GOD? Not gonna be having a fun time! Doesn't MATTER if he's a cool dude! Face melting!
We are creatures of BALANCE. Tiny, fragile, little motes of dust. That can only exsist in the careful, blended, dances of territories and powers that be. We squishy.
Ghosts? Less squishy.
Poor impulse control, too. Especially ones with Fenton genetics. ABSOLUTELY ones with Fenton genetics and a trauma based aversion to therapy. That one? Pretty hardy. Made pretty tough, what with being Fates third favorite chew toy. But? Still gets the Sads, you know? The slightly longer then just seasonal depression.
Would medicine and some therapy help? Oh like a dream!
If medicine WORKED on his Ectoplasmicly contaminated ass. And he TRUSTED therapists.
But... surely, Danny thinks, as he sits grossly in his Depression sweatpants and eats suspect pizza on the floor of his moldering shoebox of an apartment, there must be SOME way to address his Depression? He should... he should DO something about it. Take a break maybe. Look up some ghost doctors or something.
.....
Oooooooooor..... >.>
He could break out that OMENIOUS af, bound in suspect leather, Big Book Of Forbidden Knowledge(TM) that he got from Pariah's.... what, fourth? Fifth? Library? Fuck that Lair is huge. He's STILL cleaning it out and it's been over half a decade. He swears it spawns more floors just to mock him. Bastard. Don't know HOW a building can be a Bastard, but it sure found A WAY.
Anyway!
Book it is! *horrifying Eldritch light as he opens it* huh. Neat. Comes with its own visual effects. *another bite of suspect pizza* Funky.
And so! Danny, the depressed King Of The Zone... fucks of to go cheer himself up in the Fields Of Bliss(TM), an area of Absolute Bliss. Which! Sounds GREAT in theory, now don't it? Lovely even.
Remember that little comment about extremes?
You can ENTER those fields. But no one leaves. No one CAN. The deeper you go? The more doomed you become. Less will to do anything at all. Eat, talk, move. So much as think. Like ALL extreme "Goods", it sounds lovely, but the reality is no gentle little thing.
It's a glue trap.
But how could Danny have known? Honestly, who would have TAUGHT him? Textbooks can only go so far, after all. And placing blame will not rescue the young monarch.
I imagine it's one of his helpers that pieces together what's happened. Come for further clarification on WHERE exactly he wants certain statues moved. Only? Your Majesty? Your Majesty...? Where ever could he BE? Oh? He's left out some of his books. Well, I'll just assist by putting them away for-.....
Oh.
OH ANCIENTS, NO.
But! What can the poor man DO? Ghosts are Beings of Will, Emotion, and Obsession. Were it some sort of Holy Blade or Sentient Tree, you know, something INDIVIDUAL with a will they could FIGHT? Oh no problem. But an area of effect? Especially an EMOTIONAL area of effect!? Ooooooh, this is bad. The Zone can't AFFORD to lose ANOTHER King!
We JUST GOT THIS ONE!!!
Wait. He's heard that there's an organization for this! That loudly cursing fellow who got violently thrown back into the Zone. "Ruined his fun" and all that! Perfect! He'll just hire THEM!
Smashcut? To a nice, peaceful, everybody's screaming Justice League Meeting. John's cursing life, extremely hungover. Zatana still has three cracked ribs. Wonder Woman is enjoying the new sword she... liberated... mid battle. Truely stunning craftsmanship. When?
Knock Knock!
Heads swivel. There... is a glowing green... accountant? Dandy? Dandy accountant. With an equally radioactive day glow green Actual Pirate's Chest Of Treasures, floating next to him. In the void of space; Just beyond the glass. What, the, fuuuuuu-
He seems to be under the impression they are some sort of Heroic mercenaries. And has come to request the retrieve-
"NNNNNOPE! Pariah can SHOVE it!" Snarls a suddenly very awake John Constantine, sitting up straight for the first time in hours. The rest of Dark grimly nod in agreement. Let the fucker rot. It's a kinder fate then he deserves.
No, no, NO! King PHANTOM! Pariah's SUCCESSOR by right of combat! They are not, and were never, allied in any way!
Well, all right then. Road trip to save a young idiot then.
@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @hypewinter @lolottes @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe
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sugurusbabygirl · 2 months
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can you do a choso smut where he’s the sluttiest virgin in the world. like so slutty that he jerks off to the reader constantly and when he finally fucks her he gets all whiny and needy and overstimulated
(luv you!)
I may have gotten a little carried away….
this has been on my mind for DAYS
(luv you too babes <3 )
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He shouldn’t feel so guilty about it. You guys have been together for a couple weeks, so it’s fine, right? He wants to go at your pace, it was his idea. He didn’t want to rush you—but he just couldn’t help it.
You were so adorable laying all over him while you both watch a movie. Smiling and laughing away, all you did was innocently set your hand on his thigh to give him a loving squeeze. He hated how hard it made him. He couldn’t focus on the movie, excusing himself to the bathroom. He was quick—he learned to be so you wouldn’t get suspicious. Thinking about you sliding your hand up the palm him through his pants. How good it would feel to pull you into his lap and fuck you dumb.
You left a pair of underwear in his laundry once, by accident. A thin, stringy little purple thong. They were clean, so it wasn’t weird, right? He wasn’t some depraved pervert.
Oh, but he was.
Whimpering your name as he pumps his aching cock into the fabric. Wishing so badly that he could grind up against you, splitting your pussy lips over him. He imagined what it would be like to make you beg for him to finally slide in and hear his name slip in your angelic voice.
Everything you did made him hard. Bending over to tie your shoes. Reaching up into the cabinet, when your shirt rides up just a little bit. Any dress that shows even an inch of cleavage. Your voice, oh dear lord. Jacking off to an innocent voicemail you left him is part of his nightly routine.
So, imagine his excitement when you’re over one night. You’re both tangled on his bed, making out, when you pause and bring one of his hands down to the hem of your shirt.
“Take it off.” You whisper in his ear with a smile.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He restrains himself, as much as he wants to rip it off of you, gently pulling the fabric up over your head. He leaves a trail of kisses down your neck, laying you against the covers. Looking up at you through his lashes, he continues to kiss his way across your chest, pausing to drink you in.
Your eyes haven’t left his, grinning with anticipation. God, you looked perfect. Lips red and puffy, hair a haloed mess on the pillow. He didn’t dare look away. Not even when he moved to latch his lips around your nipple. You sucked in a quick breath, sighing like an angel as he flicked his tongue over the hardened bud.
He was hard. Straining against his sweatpants, aching for any ounce of friction. But he had to focus. They were going at your pace, this was about you.
He gripped your other breast in his hand, rolling the nipple between his fingers, drawing a low whine from you. Shit, you were going to kill him.
“Choso?” Your sweet voice brings him back down to earth. He continues to look at you, reveling in your flushed face.
“Hm?” He answers, granting your nipple a particularly harsh suck, making your back arch ever so slightly.
“Want more….”
Your words went straight to his cock, twitching with need. He finally detached his lips from you, only to begin a descent down your sternum. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pajama pants, he slowly pulls them down your legs, pressing more gentle kisses across your stomach and hips.
He was imagining what kind of underwear you’d be wearing. Maybe something purple, like the ones he still had tucked away in his dresser. Maybe another thong….oh god he hoped you had more of those.
But when he looked at you, he was met with nothing. He groaned, rutting his hips into the mattress, just enough where he thought you wouldn’t notice. He pressed a slew of hungry kisses to the inside of your thigh, gripping the other tightly in his thick hand.
“You plan on this, baby?” He asks you, looking up with a shit-eating grin.
You’re blushing and you can tell he’s thrilled with your little surprise. “Maybe a little.”
He smiles like an asshole, glossing his middle finger up your slit, barely brushing your clit. You gasp at the unexpected feeling, letting your head rest further into the pillow. He looks up at you, breasts heaving excitedly as you smile. Parting your lips enough to truly admire you, he can’t help but give a few kitten licks to your bundle of nerves.
“So beautiful.” He hums, soaking in your soft moans when he pulls away. Meeting your eyes again, he sinks his pointer finger into his mouth, grinning at your flustered laugh. Before you can admire how hot he is in this moment, he’s sliding the dampened digit into you, pumping slowly at first.
He feels his cock twitch again. “Already so wet….” He groans, studying your reactions intensely.
“Another.” You wine, making him push his hips into the mattress again. Fuck, he can’t take much more of this.
Without a second thought, he obliges, adding his middle finger. Your breath catches at the feeling of the slight stretch, gripping the blanket on both sides of you. He watches you in awe. The way your chest rises and falls with each rapid breath. How your eyes screw shut when he starts pumping his fingers faster, drawing sweeter sounds from you. Even sweeter when he brings his mouth down to suck on your clit. He can't help but rut his hips when you arch against his tongue.
"Baby, baby, baby," You chant, pulling at his loose hair to get him to look at you. "Want more."
Your tone shift makes his heart flutter. No way this was actually happening. "You mean..."
You nod, and that's all the go-ahead Choso needs. His clothes join yours on the floor and he wastes no time crawling over you, his hair gathering around his face.
"You're s-sure?" His whole body shivered as his painfully hard cock brushes against your slick lips. His composure was starting to crack. He was on the edge of paradise.
"Yes, I'm sure." You say softly, pulling him into a chaste kiss. "Please."
He smiles, pressing a kiss to your jaw as he lines himself up. He's throbbing, having dreamed and fantasized about this for so long. He tries to keep his cool, wanting this to be perfect for you. Then he pushes in, slowly, all his self-control comes crashing down when he feels you swallowing the tip in.
"F-fuck." He sighs, pressing his forehead to yours. It's like his body has a mind of its own. He pushes further in, halfway, pulling a whispered version of your name from him.
Finally, finally, he fills you completely. And he whines. He absolutely crumbles against you. He starts rocking in and out of you, dragging his cock against your tight walls.
"Ah...ah...fuck...oh my g-" A series of whimpered cries come tumbling out of Choso's mouth. He can't believe how good it feels. How perfect it feels. His thrusts start to gain speed when your fingers tangle in his hair.
"Feels so good, so good, baby." He whispers into the crook of your neck. Wave after wave of ecstasy curls and crests through his body. You pull on his hair, clenching around him. His hips stutter, another groan rumbling through his chest.
"So good." You agree, arching your back.
His chest pressed against yours, he slides his hands down to your hips, keeping his face buried in your shoulder. "Y/n, please..." He begs, loosing himself in the feeling of you. "I need-shit-feels too good."
You smile to yourself, moaning softly as you watch him lose control of himself. "Use me, baby."
Something in him snaps. He rolls his hips into yours faster.....faster.....deeper. Every thrust brings a high-pitched whine to your ears. He grips your hips tighter, needing to feel you. It's like you can read his mind, dragging your nails up his back. He cries out, a pitiful, needy moan. The sound of skin on skin bounces off the walls, mingling deliciously with your wetness and his whimpers.
"Shit," His voice quivers, fucking into you at brutal pace. "I can't-ah!"
You groan, egging him on, scratching down his back again. "Wanna cum, baby?"
He nods shamelessly into your neck. "Yes! Yes....fuck." His thrusts grown sloppy, holding a vice grip on your waist. "Need to, please, please." It's like he's losing his handle on reality. You feel so good around him, pulling his hair, marking up his back.
"Oh, fuck-" He whimpers, "y/n, y/n, I-"
"Choso..." You groan, and that's all it takes. He pulls out of you and that's when you finally get to see him: sweaty, beet red, breathless, toned chest heaving.
All he can think to do is grunt and groan as he lines up at your slit, pumping himself until thick white lines of cum shoot out. He lets out a long, high pitched whine as he coats your lips and slit with his cum until he's shaking.
You smile up at him, never seeing him look more attractive. You push yourself up onto your elbows before being pushed right back down. Choso, with a hand pressed lightly against your throat, kisses you with a renewed fire.
"Not done yet." He mumbles against your lips. "S'your turn, baby."
masterlist <3
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tiredcreatur3 · 1 year
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toji x masturbation x needy for his lover
+ plushies cuz who doesn’t love plushies.
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toji knew about your little obssesion with stuffed animals and plushies and of course, he only fed into it, buying you few every now and then just because he knew you liked them and wanted to see your adorable reaction when received the stuffed toy.
at first, he never understood what you found so interesting and comforting about it. he didn’t find it weird or nothing, he though it was the cutest thing about you but he just didn’t get it in a way and you explained it to him many many times.
and well, he had a hard time understanding that until you bought him one yourself.
it was a silly gift really, it was a lighthearted one and you didn’t even think he’d sleep with it or something, you thought he’d just tease you about it and then put it on a shelf or something.
but there he was, having the soft stuffed toy wrapped up in his arms as he jerked off, quiet sighs leaving him.
god he missed you. he missed your pussy, missed your scent, your voice, everything about you.
you went out with your friends for the night which he had absolutely no problem with. but this night just happened to be one of those where his mind wanders off and ends up touching himself to the thought of you. how well you could always satisfy him.
his palm stays tightly wrapped around his cock, going up and down in slow steady motion, other hand keeping his plushie from you close, it having your scent, the smell of your perfume you always wore so he kept his nose stuffed in it.
“s-shit, y/n..” he groaned lowly, pumping his trembly wet cock, soft hooded eyes staring up at the ceiling as he laid back comfortably, the waistband of his sweatpants resting under his balls.
he tried to mimic your movements whenever you gave him a handjob but oh, it was just hard to imagine your soft small hand stroking his dick when you weren’t there and he was all alone with the plushie you gave him.
his cock was all stiff, the tip hot and wet with precum as he eventually gave in and called you, voice breathy and shaky, so relieved to hear you.
“y/n, b-baby.. i miss you so m-much, please come h-home.” he let out softly, almost whining because oh, your worried voice turned him on even the more probably.
he felt bad for sort of ruining the fun with your friends and all but god, he just missed you. he was like a puppy, waiting sadly at the door for his owner to return home.
and you’ve never dropped everything you had on you than now, when the male hugged you with his poor hard cock rubbing against your tummy in his sweatpants, holding the stuffed animal.
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yunnuys · 5 days
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Suguru Geto
Brothers best friend!
Minors dni! 2.3k ish words
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There's something about Suguru that you can't ever keep your eyes off of him. He's the most attractive guy you’ve ever seen in your whole fucking life, from his shoulder length hair that's always tied up to the way his sweatpants hang off his hips. You crave him so bad; you would do anything for his attention. It's almost pathetic really. So, you would always hide your feelings by avoiding him every time he came around. It's a shame that he's your brother's best friend so technically you've been telling yourself that he's off limits, but honestly you haven't been one to follow the rules.
The thing is that every time your brother brings Suguru around he always has some girl hanging off his arm, and it's always a different girl each time. God how you wish you were the one kissing up on him, why can't that be you? This night isn't much different though except that this time when your brother brough Suguru home for their weekly hangout, there wasn't any girl with him. The moment you hear laughter followed by the front door closing, you immediately go to your room and close the door, not wanting to be bothered by either of them. Suguru immediately notices your swift departure, smirking to himself before continuing the conversation with your brother. When you sit on your bed the thoughts come swirling inside your head instantly. Of course, he comes into your house wearing that tight ass t-shirt and those fucking grey sweats, the kind that outlines his dick in ways that leaves little to the imagination. In fact, you get so into it that you don't even notice the way your hands start to slip into the front of your shorts, fingers grazing the cold, wet patch that already started to form just from the thought of him. ‘Fucking Suguru…’ you furrow your brows as a finger finds your clit, sending a slight shiver through your body. It would be so much better if it were his hands touching you, bet they could reach places that yours could not.. Bet they could make you cum faster too, I mean imagine the way he could thrust his fingers inside of you while another circles your clit, imagine- “Oh fuck-” you whisper moan as you throw your head back, catching yourself off guard as you feel yourself cum. Just from some measly thoughts about Suguru. So, you lay there for a couple of minutes before getting up with a groan and heading to the bathroom across the hall to get yourself situated and cleaned up, everything you just did was definitely hitting hard.
The hallway is dark as you exit your room quietly, no sign of your brother or Suguru besides some movie playing in the living room. The moment you leave the bathroom you decided to head into the kitchen to grab a snack and water, which was definitely a mistake because there was Suguru in all his fucking glory. Instead of acknowledging him you go straight for the fridge, grabbing the necessities. “Oh, so now you're ignoring me? I'm so hurt you know.. especially since your eyes are always on me.” You can hear that shit eating grin on his face before you even turn around. “My house I can do what I want, where’s my brother?” You ask as you shut the fridge, turning around to face Suguru. He looks so good your eyes can’t help but look him up and down, swallowing thickly as you pull yourself together. “He fell asleep halfway through the movie as always.” His gaze lands on the shorts you were wearing before looking back up at you. “You know I never knew how thin the walls of your house were.” He walks towards you and leans on the kitchen table.
“Huh?”
“You heard me, and I certainly heard you earlier too”. If only you could wipe that smirk off his face.
“Dunno what you're talking about, you snooping around or something? Probably just heard my tv show or something.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Anyway, whenever my brother wakes up, tell him that it's his turn to buy dinner tonight.” Suguru hums in acknowledgement as you hurry back to your room, settling at your desk hoping that doing some work could take your mind off of him. ‘Did he just check me out? No no quit being ridiculous, God but he looked so good’ The sound of knocking on your door annoyingly snaps you out of your thoughts once again, with a sigh you get up from your desk chair and swing the door open. “What the fuck do you want? - Oh.” “Damn, just wanted to tell you that your brother left to go pick up the takeout.” Suguru grins at you from the doorway, “So it's just us two here now.” He pushes by you and enters your room, causing you to raise your eyebrows at him. “And what exactly does that have to do with me? Why are you sitting on my bed, get off.” You try to ignore the way he manspreads as he looks at you and shrugs. “You looked like you needed company or something, always locking yourself in here every time I came around.”  “Yeah, right Suguru you're not fooling anyone, why didn't you just bring one of those girls like you always do? Also why didn't you just go with my brother to pick up the food, I don't need your company.” He snorts lightly and gets up from where he was sitting, walking over to where you were standing by your desk. “Mentioning those other girls? You jealous or something?” He raises an eyebrow causing you to roll your eyes. “For your information I'm not fucking any of them.” That almost causes you to physically choke and look at him with a confused expression that would have fooled anyone, but not him. 
“What? Why did you feel the need to tell me that like I care?” You finally spit out as you ignore the way he's standing so close to you. “Oh, so you're saying that I'm imagining the way you basically undress me with your eyes? The way you look at those girls like you want to rip their heads off. Like I said you're not fooling anyone, but I think it's cute honestly how you seem to shy away.” The way your legs clench together at his words is something else, and he notices it too. “What are you trying to say, Suguru?”. “I’m saying...” He leans closer to you, his breath warm on your ear. “If you want something from me, I'll be more than happy to provide it to you, might come to find out that I want the same."
He grins as he wraps a hand around your waist, pulling your body against his. So close that you could feel the tent growing his sweats, making your own panties damp at the feeling. "My brother will be back soon though." Suguru just laughs that, "yeah which is exactly why I sent him to the Chinese restaurant across town instead of the one down the street. I'd say give me... ten to fifteen minutes yeah? don't even have to be quiet, I know that's something you're good at. But only if you tell me, you want it." You look at him as you chew the inside of your cheeks as you weigh the options. On one hand this is something that you've been literally dreaming about for months, on the other hand you can't help but wonder what would happen if your brother came home and- you know what? fuck it. “Yeah, alright fine I want you, so bad.” That’s all you needed to say before Suguru lips crashed against yours in heated fervor, moaning at the taste of your lips on his. “Shit you’re sweeter than I thought, take this off for me.” He tugs at your shirt as you pull away to life your shirt off, revealing your braless state. “Fuck.” Is the only word he says before crashing his lips against yours again, both of you moving backwards until he falls onto the bed, you coming to straddle his lap. He wastes no time feeling the inside of your mouth with his tongue, groaning at the feeling of both of your tongues gliding against each other. One of his hands coming up to squeeze your left breast while his lips leave yours, immediately latching onto your right breast. "S-Suguru..." you whine as your hips involuntarily move against his from the stimulation. He removes his mouth from your nipple with a pop. "I know, I know be patient yeah? I'll give you what you need. I can feel how wet you are already." He coos at you, nipping at your neck playfully. "Soaking through my sweats already, other guys make you wet this easily?" You shake your head as you feel heat rise to your cheeks. "No... just you. Promise." “You’re so fucking cute, all for me? Getting me all excited. Gonna make you feel good I promise.”
Suguru wraps your legs around his waist as he stands and lifts you up effortlessly, sitting you on the edge of the bed as he kneels. “Wanted a real taste of you for a while… may I?” He looks up at you through the pieces of hair that had fallen against his forehead, he looks as if he’s meant to be between your legs. “Yeah… please.” You nod as you lift your hips slightly off the bed allowing him to slip your panties off, he groans loudly at the strings of slick coming off with them. “So pretty... I’ve been missing out.” He whispered, mostly to himself as he kisses the inside of your thighs, slightly trailing up with his breath ghosting the spot the needed him the most. You can feel your hole clench every time his mouth gets closer, but not yet touching. “Suguru quit playing around we don’t have much time you know that.” He looks up at you with chuckles “right.” He immediately goes down and leaves kisses on your already puffy pussy lips, groaning at how wet you already were. His mouth attaching to your clit as he suckled, causing you to moan and reach down, grabbing a chunk of hair pulling him closer. “So eager.” He uses one of his hands to spread your pussy lips, fingertip prodding at your entrance as he smears your juices, his tongue now replacing his fingers as he laps at your cunt. The room now filled with ‘fuck fuck fuck so good, right there.’ Mixed with his moans as continued to tongue fuck you, one hand now reaching up to circle your clit, he was making you weak in the knees just from his mouth and hands. “Suguru... ‘m gonna cum.. please-" Your pleas are cut off as he removes his mouth from your dripping cunt, licking your juices off his lips. “Not yet, wanna feel you cum on my cock, is that okay?” You nod and he immediately stands up and unbuckles his belt, you help him out his pants and underwear, his already hard cock springing out and hitting his stomach. When your hands reach to grab his cock, he gently grasps your wrists to stop you. “Don’t worry about me, this is about you not me.” He leans in and smashes his lips against yours, rubbing his cock through your folds, covering it in your slick. It's so messy already that it's making your head spin, and it hasn't even penetrated you yet. The moment he finally slides into you, the both of you moan in unison at the feeling of your walls stretching to accommodate his size. "Sh-shit.. you're so wet, oh my god you feel so good wrapped around me.” One thing about Suguru is that he isn't afraid to let you know how good it feels during sex. He slowly starts to thrust his hips, wrapping his arms under your legs to pull you closer against him.
The room is filled with sounds of skin slapping together and moans. He has you gripping the bed sheets wondering why you hadn’t made a move earlier. He hits that sweet gummy spot repeatedly that makes you see stars. “Yeah fu-ckk right there Sugu’,, fuckkkk think I’m gonna cum already.” He groans and throw his head back as his pace starts to get sloppy. The sound of your pussy squelching around him has him in love. “Shit okay okay,, I’m so close oh my god. Where do you want me to cum?” He asks as he leans down and presses a kiss into your neck, hips still moving. “Inside.” You whimper softly and that’s all you needed to say as his hip still, you can feel yourself clench around him one more time as his warm seed paints your walls “Holy fucking shit baby you’re so…” Suguru puts his entire body weight on top of you as you both catch your breath. The sound of the front door unlocking alerts you both as you both immediately sit up. “Oh shit he’s back, put your clothes back on Suguru.” You whisper yell at him as you put your shirt back on but you immediately raise an eyebrow as you see him pulling your panties back on for you.
“What are you doing?”
“Well I don’t want to waste my cum, plus I wanna see the look on your face while you eat dinner stuffed full of my cum.” He smirks as he places one last kiss on your lips before pulling his pants back on.
The urge to roll your eyes is really strong but you comply. “Okay now hurry and get out you asshole!”
He looks back before exiting your room. “Same time next week?”
“Out!” You hurl a pillow at him from across the room, causing him to chuckle as he exits your room.
So yeah, let’s just say dinner was kind of awkward having to eat while you could feel the cum of your brother's best friend leaking out of you.
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A/n: kinda nervous for my first longish fic!! Not rlly satisfied with it might tweak it another day but (^_-) fuck it we ball; feedback is appreciated but if not ty for reading anyways!
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Can you do an imagine where all of Gavi’s friends here you going at it while in Ibiza and make fun of you both in the morning and he’s all blushing and cute<333
i LOVE the ibiza series and your writing ❤️
Little Embarrassed...But Very Proud!!
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You woke up with Pablo's fingertips softly caressing your exposed back and the warm Ibiza sun caressing your face. This vacation was truly the definition of heaven!
"Good morning, mi anjo..how did you sleep??" he said as I looked into his still sleepy eyes that were no less beautiful than the rest of his naked body underneath the covers..we had a passionate night yesterday.
"Mmm amazing cariño..and you??" I asked and he smiled moving closer tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear and kissing my lips lovingly.
"Soo good...everything was perfect last night" he said still caressing my cheek and I smiled wide nodding my head in agreement. Having him all to myself finally after such a busy week at the end of season felt so right and perfect.
"It was amazing cariño.." you said with blushed cheeks feeling a little embarrassed but still very happy at the same time. You were definitely a good girl on the street and a bad girl in the sheets..;))
"I'm gonna go bring us some breakfast here..just wait for me princesa" he said and you smiled nodding your head as he kissed first your forehead and then lips.
He got up and you couldn't help admiring his perfect naked body from those strong back muscles to the defined abs..and his big friend certainly took your interest as well.
"Um..make sure to dress up cariño" you said and he looked at your completely red face smirking while putting on some underwear and black sweatpants.
"I know that only my girl can see me naked amor.." he teased and you were hiding your face in the pillow while he chuckled opening the door of your shared bedroom and walking towards the kitchen.
"Oh my god Pablo! Yes! Fuck me like that!" Mario mimicked the high pitched voice while Pablo was walking to the phone to order some breakfast. Soon enough the rest of the boys joined in on the mission teasing Pablo Gavi first thing in the morning.
"Say you're mine! All mine!" Biel added snacking on some apples while giving Pablo a smirk joined in by Ale who imitated you "I'm yours Pablo! I'm all yours!!" he said and Pablo groaned rolling his eyes at them all.
"You guys have nothing better to do than mess with me first thing in the morning??" Pablo answered after making the order and making some coffees for the two of you.
"At least tell us it was as good as it sounded hermano??" Cristo said as they all waited in anticipation but Pablo was definitely not playing this stupid childish game with them. A gentleman never talks about his intimacy and especially not with the girl he respects.
"I think those scratch marks on his back tell enough of a story chicos.." Ale noted and everyone nodded while Pablo put some milk into your coffee just wanted to leave this kitchen already!
"And surely Y/n's neck is covered in bruises from this beast!" Cristo said and everyone laughed when Pablo finally grabbed the cups and walked off without a word.
"Here's the coffee amor..and they will bring us breakfast soon" Pablo walked through the door looking at her laying there absolutely stunning with her hair messy and her face clean and makeupless.
Before he closed the door, a few fake moans were heard and you gave him a confused look followed by a chuckle.
"They are being dicks! Just ignore them!" he said giving you the cup before placing his on the nightstand and joining you in bed again.
"So..they heard??" you asked feeling heat fill your cheeks again when Pablo nodded but he pulled you close and kissed your lips reassuring you that he doesn't give a shit what they heard.
"Dios mio! How will I face them again!?" you said when you pulled away from the kiss and Pablo chuckled this time.
"Aren't you proud to be mine amorcito??" he said caressing your jaw and you smiled through blushed cheeks. Of course you were proud!
"Yes, I am..but Pablo.." and before you could say anything else his mouth was back on yours kissing your passionately.
"No "but Pablo" then princesa" he said caressing my chin before we both sat up and drank some of the coffee.
"Are you really not embarrassed at all??" you asked wondering how he keeps this cool and confident look through everything when you get shy so freaking quickly!
"I'm a little embarrassed...but very proud" he said with a smirk and you smiled nodding your head before putting down your coffee and laying on his chest while you waited for breakfast..<33
Hope you enjoy :))
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Reader is also very interested when Aemond works out at home but for very different reasons 👀
Omg of course!!! are you kidding...
cw: reader lusting over Aemond working out, PIV sex (but just the beginning of it because this is just a drabble)
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It's raining outside and yet the spot beside you on the bed is empty, so that can only mean one thing: Aemond is already up and working out. You just hope he hasn't gone out for his morning run with this weather. So you go through your own morning routine, washing your face and teeth, brushing your hair and grabbing a robe before going to the kitchen to prepare some coffee.
And then you're struck first thing in the morning, with Aemond all settled in the living room working out. You lurk ever so silently to watch him, all mesmerized and freaking drooling over the sight.
His Adidas sweatpants are sticking to his lean legs, all sweaty as he he's doing push ups on the floor; he's got a tank top that shows off the way his shoulders and biceps bulge as he lifts himself up and down, over and over as if it's the easiest thing in the world and he weighs nothing.
He's doing some kind of cycle set because suddenly he's on his back, doing quick bicycle crunches that leave nothing to the imagination every time he extends-bends his legs, then switching quickly to bridge pose and repeating those same leg extensions as he's got his lower back lifted from the ground.
His silver blonde hair is dripping with sweat, he's grunting and huffing every time he does a rep, brows furrowed and nose all scrunched up in endurance. Instantly, you imagine those same sounds in a totally different setting, imagine yourself on the ground beneath him just as he turns over into a plank position to do mountain climbers.
Imagine that same gorgeous body, dripping with sweat, but naked on top of you.
Dear lords, you don't know if the room temperature is going up because of all the heat that Aemond is building up or if it's just you getting all flustered just watching him. Now that he's doing those god damn mountain climbers you have the perfect view of his ass, and an even better one of his bulge hanging there enticingly underneath his sweatpants.
You'd feel bad for gawking at him this way if this was any other person. But it's Aemond; whom you've been in a committed relationship wth for years now, with whom you share an apartment and have two doggies with. One of whom - Patch, your one-eyed pup - is beside his dad, hilariously imitating what Aemond is doing, and totally unaware of you lusting over him in one corner.
You watch him as he finishes his set, standing up and stretching his limbs, taking off his shirt to cool down before gulping down from his water bottle. The way his neck leans back to drink, exposing his jutting Adam's apple as he drinks, is what finally makes a quiet moan leave your throat.
Aemond follows the sound and blushes bright crimson when he sees you.
Before an evil smirk curves up his lips, and he turns to fully face you.
"What are you doing there, love? were you watching me this entire time?"
You can't even bring yourself to reply, feeling your throat all dry at the sight of his sculpted torso, his sharp hipbones and milky white skin all blotchy and glistening. Your eyes travel from his pectorals and the sweaty chest hair that covers them, down to all the moles scattered all over his stomach.
"Can you blame me?" You utter as you take a brave step forward while undoing the sash of your robe and discarding it on the floor.
Thankfully Patch gets too distracted with your robe, biting it and running off to his little nest by the kitchen to either play or go back to sleep.
Because you're on Aemond in a flash, pushing back down onto the couch, climbing on top of him and taking off your sleep t-shirt. "How about some cardio to finish off your workout?" you grin as your hands fly to the waistband of his sweatpants to pull them down, finding Aemond already rock-hard and leaking.
And he's chuckling to himself - all dimpled cheeks and gleaming eyes as he grabs a handful of your ass and helps you sink down onto him. "I'm so lucky to have a partner who cares about my fitness."
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vanwritesfan-fiction · 4 months
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Part Two: Will Power
(Read Part One here first)
Warnings: smut (oral, male receiving; masturbation), language, references to cheating
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At first you were just pissed off.
You hadn't known Jack for more than a couple of hours, and he already thought that you were willing to sleep with him. The guy you thought was cute and charismatic suddenly seemed like an entitled asshole. You were familiar with the way the music industry worked; you gave some mediocre guy a music deal and suddenly they thought they were God's gift to the earth, and they could have whatever they wanted.
So why were you in the back of an Uber at midnight, on your way to the Waldorf Astoria?
To tell him to fuck off. That's what you kept repeating to yourself as you approached Park Avenue. To tell him to fuck off, and give him his key card back. You were going to tell him that you were in a committed relationship, and you couldn't be propositioned for the sake of Jack Harlow's entertainment.
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With every step you took down the hallway of the fourteenth floor, you started to lose your confidence. Like it or not, Jack had pull in the industry, an industry where you were a lowly assistant, and if he didn't like your answer, it might ruin your career. You rapped your knuckles on the door of 1423, feeling your throat go dry.
The sight on the other side of the door damn near took your breath away. You understood why Jack was popular with almost every woman he cam across. There was just something about the combination of the messy chestnut curls, baby blue eyes, and pouty lips that had you rethinking your entire strategy. He exchanged his black suit for a white tee and gray sweatpants that he wore low on his hips. His hair was damp from what you assumed was a shower, his freckles more evident now that you could see him in better lighting.
What were you supposed to be angry about, again?
"You gonna just stand there, or are you gonna come in?" By the time you had come back to reality, Jack was already standing out of the way of the thresholding, waiting for your to step inside the room. The entitlement of his question quickly jogged your memory. "No, here. I just came to give you back your key." You extended your arm out toward him. A grin slipped on his face that let you know the he knew he had you exactly where he wanted. He grabbed the key card, but not before making sure your hands brushed against each other, ever so slightly.
"Listen, I know how this looks, but I promise I'm not some sleezy guy. Just come in, let me explain."
Against your better judgement, you stepped into the room. You were going to listen to his explanation and then leave. No harm, no foul.
"Sit wherever you're comfortable. Can I get you something to drink?" Jack asked you as he leant down to the mini fridge.
"Uh-yeah, please." Your voice cracked as you walked into the room. You took a spot on the couch at the far end of the expansive hotel room, a perfect view of the king size bed from where you sat. You crossed your legs as you thought about Jack fucking you, your hands white knuckling the 800 thread count sheets. It had been months since you'd had sex that didn't leave you feeling more frustrated than satisfied. It wasn't you weren't attracted to Darien, but his idea of sex was a couple of pumps before he collapsing on top of you and you were forced to finish with one of your vibrators.
"Here." Jack handed you a glass bottle of sparkling water. He sat in the armchair across from you, leaning back, his legs spread wide. You dropped your gaze as you realized that he was leaving very little to the imagination under those gray sweatpants of his. A couple of pumps from him might have you walking sideways for a couple of days afterward.
"Did you enjoy the party?" His eyes roamed your body, noticing that you had changed out of the dress he liked so much, into a pair of jeans.
"Yeah, I was having a great time until some asshole decided to slip me their hotel key after knowing them for only a couple minutes." You scoffed, shifting uncomfortably in your spot.
Jack was silent for a second as he studied you. He couldn't tell you if you were interested in him or not. Usually he could tell pretty easily, if the girl wasn't throwing themselves at him, their face gave it away right away. Like they were hungry for something that was sorely lacking in their life. Sex, definitely, but something more important and hard to come by. Attention. Some many of the girls he got involved with felt like they lived life in the shadows, and they were desperate to step into the spotlight. Desperate for someone to notice them.
You, he couldn't read. The only thing that was obvious to him was that you were confident, and had no problem holding your own.
What was going to make you crack? What was your weakness?
"Why did you come?" He took a swig of his own water, resting the bottle against his knee. He stroked his beard, patches of red visible.
The question caught you off guard. You were supposed to be asking the questions, questioning his motives and where he got the balls to be so forward with you. Instead this quickly became an interrogation of your character. How fuckin' dare he.
"You know what? This was a mistake." You rose to your feet and made your way to the door, stopping in your tracks when you felt his hand around your wrist. You thought you'd feel disgust, anger even, but instead, you just wanted to feel his hands on other parts of your body.
"Sit." The gruff in his voice sent a chill down your spine.
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs as you sat back down. "If we're gonna do this, you have to drop the self righteous act."
"I'm sorry? What act? And do what exactly?" You were back to fully pissed off again, but for some reason, you couldn't get up and walk away.
"If you didn't want to be here, you could have thrown the keycard away, gone back to your apartment, and forgot the night ever happened." You opened your mouth to object, but he held up a single finger to stop you. "Don't interrupt me. That's not cute either." A big part of you was upset with him, but the other side was unbelievably turned on. Jack could see that you're pupils were blown, your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth at his commands.
There she was. There was your weakness. You liked being controlled, submissive to a master.
"So, lets not pretend like you don't want to be here." Jack continued, letting out a huff as if he was growing bored. He was just closing the deal at this point. "What was his name? Dull Darien I think your friend called him." He let out a humorless chuckle.
"Its just Darien." You gripped the strap of your handbag tightly in your hands, feeling your palms start to burn against the leather. You knew your resolve was weakening, and god you just wanted him to fuck you then and there. Make you forget all of the bad sex you'd had in your past, make Darien just a boring memory.
"Darien, right", Jack nodded. "Does he make you happy?" Such an easy question, you wouldn't be with someone for three years if you weren't happy, right? For some reason, no was dancing on the tip of your tongue.
"What do you want?" You decided to counter, flip the script on Jack. He didn't even flinch. "You."
You shook your head in disbelief. "What? You just met me this evening? You don't know anything about me." Your conversation had been flirty but brief, and you were far from an open book, so he really didn't know much about you.
"I think that's better when two strangers have sex, don't you?" You saw a peek of his ego. This wasn't the first time he had this conversation. You weren't the first, and you sure weren't going to be the last. You were going to be just another tick on his counter. Another sexual conquest he could fantasize about as he laid his head on his pillow at night.
"Yeah, that's not going to happen." This time you stood up with what little conviction you had left in you. Your hand lingered on the door handle before turning the brass, and Jack took that as his invitation to make his move. Before you could breathe he had you turned around, pinned against the door, his pelvis pressed into your hip bones. His thumb grazed against your bottom lip as his gaze fell to your mouth. "You're not allowed to leave until I tell you that you can."
You were first to kiss him, your teeth clinking against his as you kissed him roughly, the thought of breathing the last thing on your mind. Jack's hands found the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. He was just as eager, as hungry as you were for this to finally happen. Warmth pooled in the bottom of your stomach as his tongue roamed your mouth.
Your fingers toyed with the waistband of his sweatpants, instinctively moving to ghost against his dick. You could feel that he was growing hard, so his hips bucked when you cupped his crotch. "Hmm", he hummed against your lips, twitching at his sensitivity. "This is your last chance to leave." He grunted out, groaning as you gently dug your nails into his skin. "Do you want me to leave?" You grinned as you watched him come apart in your grip. His answer was another deep kiss, his large hand clamping down around your throat.
"Drop to your knees." Jack backed away from the door, just enough so you could lower to the ground. There was no going back now, and at this point you didn't want to.
You wasted no time pulling his sweatpants down to his knees, his cock springing free easily as he wasn't wearing any boxers. His length was impressive, definitely larger than any guy you'd been with before. You could barely wrap your hand around it as you swirled your tongue around the head, tasting the precum that leaked from the tip on your taste buds.
"Open your mouth", he commanded, his voice shaky as he felt his orgasm already start to build in his core. You looked up at him through your lashes as you let your tongue hang out, desperate to taste him again. He gripped the base of his cock and slowly slid himself against your tongue and down your throat. He groaned as he felt the soft walls of your mouth tighten around him. You began to bob your head slowly, back and forth at a rhythm that Jack could match, his hips swinging in tandem.
"Fuck. I knew you'd be good." He gritted out between clenched teeth as you increased your pace, slobber dripping from the sides of your mouth as you messily sucked him off. He pulled out of your mouth, the head popping against your lips. He tipped your head up to look at him with a single finger on your chin. He took a minute to admire your face. Your lips were red and swollen, a perfect flushed tint to your cheeks.
"Can you take more?" He asked, and you nodded yes immediately. "Take your jeans off, I wanna see you play with yourself while you take me all the way." If anyone else talked to you the way he did, throwing out orders, you would have slapped them, but with Jack, you just wanted to obey his every command, satisfy his every desire. You fumbled with the button of your jeans, undid the zipper and slipped your hand down the front of your panties, feeling just how wet you were. You writhed your hips as you rolled your fingers around your clit, the bundle of nerves already super sensitive.
You opened your mouth once again as Jack cupped the back of your head, this time barely giving you time to adjust to his length before he was hitting the back of your throat. You dragged your fingers through your folds, moaning with a full mouth.
"Shit, I'm gonna come." Jack slapped a hand against the door as his legs began to tremble. You didn't let up, determined to have him cum down your throat. "Fuck, not so rough, baby." His pet name for you was enough to bring you over the edge. You went back to circling your clit, close to your release. Within seconds you were coming around your fingers, your body jolting forward as waves of pleasure moved through your body.
Your pussy continued to pulse as you focused on Jack. You could feel him try to pull away, so you tightened your lips around his shaft, careful not to use your teeth.
"Oh fuck", you could feel Jack's cock twitch in your mouth as he came, and you took all of his release down your throat, swallowing and then opening your mouth so he could see. He grinned, his eyelids heavy as he looked down at you. "Good girl." He lightly tapped against your cheek before cleaning himself off and putting his pants back on. You stood and buttoned up your jeans.
"I'm in town till tomorrow. I wanna see you again before I leave." When you didn't answer, he grabbed at your face, planting a kiss on your lips. He tasted of spearmint, something you hadn't noticed the first time you kissed. "Do you understand?" He spoke to you like you were a child, and you nodded, wanting him to kiss you again.
You left before he could say anything else. The hallway was eerily quiet again, and you wondered if anyone could hear what had just happened in Jack's hotel room. You weren't ashamed, but exhilarated at the thought that someone had heard the two of you.
You tried to make yourself presentable again as you walked toward the elevator, wiping underneath your eyes to collect any ruined mascara, and dapping at your lips with your sleeve. A woman was already standing in the alcove, waiting as well. You could have sworn you recognized her from the party or your office, you couldn't be sure.
"Hi", you returned her greeting with a small grin as the doors opened and you walked into the elevator, pressing your back against the cool metal walls. You didn't realize how hot you were until you left the room. You closed your eyes, resting your head against the wall as well.
"I was trying to surprise my boyfriend, but I seem to have lost my key card somewhere." She was blonde, tall and cute, a bit mousy, like someone you'd see modeling for a catalogue, but not edgy enough for the runway. You watched as she dug through her designer purse. You simply hummed, not wanting to get into a conversation with her.
"He travels all the time, we barely get to see each other, so I thought I'd surprise him", she continued against your silent wishes. "Its so early in the relationship. Trying to make a relationship work with someone in the music industry is not easy. Jack tries to make it work, but I really can't blame him." Your ears perked up at her words, but you tried not to panic. There were a number of people staying in this hotel, a lot of them famous, at least a few with the name Jack. she couldn't possibly be talking about who you thought she was talking about.
"I'm really not supposed to say anything, because we're trying to keep our relationship secret, but you seem like a nice person." You could add dumb to the list of her features. She leaned over like she was going to tell you a secret you did not want to hear.
"Have you ever heard of Jack Harlow?"
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joonggphilia · 5 months
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🩶🩷Guy Next Door🩷🩶
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Pairing: Dom/Top Hyunjin x Sub/Bttm M!reader. Genre: Smut Cw: Oral fixation, filming sex, reader gets turned on by man-spreading A/n: Ugh I love Hyunjin 🥰 request by @mooncarvers-world
——————————————————————— It was your first week in your new apartment, and you absolutely loved it. The city life was soooo your thing. Something else that was “your thing” was the guy next door. You’d always pass him in the hallways or you’d see him in his room (he tends to leave his door open to air the place out) When he left his door open you would walk past a little slower to catch a glimpse. God was he fine. His wavy black hair and piercing eyes were enough to send you over the edge. The way he sat. He had such a polite face, yet he sat with his legs open, like he didn’t have a care in the world. You would love to get between those legs. You would also love to see what’s under those gray sweatpants. You had a plan. The next morning you baked cookies for all your neighbors, a thank you to them for welcoming you. Also an excuse to be closer to your neighbor. You knocked light on the door, shaking all the dirty fantasies from your head. “Hello? Oh! Your the new neighbor boy, need help with something?” He asked, running his fingers through his hair. You need something and that something was his dick in your mouth, but you wouldn’t say that out loud. “I was wondering if I could give you these! I made cookies for my neighbors as a thank you for the warm welcome. I’m M/n!” You introduced yourself, holding a hand out to the gorgeous man before you. “Thanks M/n. My names Hyunjin.” He stated, returning your hand shake. His hands were calloused, like the hands of an artists. He made eye contact with you and slowly released your hand. “You should come in and eat these cookies with me. You baked a lot and I wouldn’t want your hard work to get stale.” He encouraged you to come in, stepping inside and motioning toward the living. Who were you to deny him, it’s like a dream come true. “The couch is all yours, M/n. Take a seat, let’s get to know each other.” He said, turning on some slow music and opening the cookies. “So, is all this art yours. It’s gorgeous.” You praised, fluttering your eyes at your new neighbor who walked towards you with a plate of cookies in his hand. “Yeah, I really enjoy painting and sketching people, but I haven’t been able to find a muse.” He stated, looking at you through hooded eyes. “I can help with that.” You offered, reaching for a cookie. Your hand was grabbed. “Cut the small talk M/n. You know I see the way you look at me when you pass my room? You’ve practically got hearts in your eyes.” Hyunjin bluntly called you out. Woah. “Tell me what you want?” He barked, leaning back and crossing his arms and spreading his legs. You took in a shaky breath. “You. I want you Hyunjin.” You breathed, admitting your feelings. He chuckled to himself and pushed back his hair once more. “Come here then.” You kneeled down in front of Hyunjin, pleading eyes looking up at him. “Have it your way.” Hyunjin hummed, shocking you at his compliance. You quickly moved your hands to the band of his sweats, slowly pulling them down along with his underwear. He was already bricked. “What? I think your pretty cute.” Hyunjin explained, amused by your expression. You simply shrugged and moved your mouth to his throbbing cock. It felt so much better than you imagined. He was veiny and long, not super thick around, just perfect. You grazed your tongue along each vein on his beautiful cock. Hyunjin gasped, grabbing your hair. “Wait. Lemme film this. I need your beautiful form for art inspiration, M/n, your the perfect muse.” He panted, sitting up to grab his camera. “Fine by me. As long as I get a tape.” You groaned, salty because of the loss of his cock. You watched him set up the camera and walk slowly back to his recliner. You made a sultry look at the camera, then up to Hyunjin. Best put on a show for the camera. You moved your mouth back to him, but he was getting impatient. He grabbed your hair, moving your head all the way to his base and then back up to the tip. “Ready to be painted?” Hyunjin groaned, cumming into your mouth. You quickly swallowed his load. “Hyunjin, let’s go farther.” —————-
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jay-spear-stories-2 · 26 days
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Getting It From Mr. G
A teaser from my new story…
“Damn, Tommy. Your dad is hot. Do you think he’d fuck me?”
“He’d fuck anything that moves. That’s why Mom threatens a divorce every month or so.”
“Yeah, but I’m serious. Like would he fuck ME?”
“Oh my god, dude. Ever since you came out you’ve gotten really weird. Last week you were even hot for Mr. Stephens.” Mr. Stephens was the school janitor. He was a big, hairy guy in his early-50s—not the kind of guy girls at school would crush on (they saved that for the bright-eyed new history teacher, Mr. Prewitt). But those girls weren’t watching all the gay porn that I was, which could get a guy into a whole bunch of stuff: bears, bikers, daddies.
But even the girls would dig Tommy’s dad. He was classically handsome, tall and fit and wholesome. He was the kind of guy you’d see in a Father’s Day commercial for
tools or clothes. Mr. G’s entry to his 40s had whittled away the hair at his temples, but it was full everywhere else and he kept his ex-military body fit as fuck. Even though my classmates all focused on the latest TikTok teen sensation, I’m sure their panties would be wet from ten minutes alone with the guy.
I hadn’t been alone with him but I saw him plenty at Tommy’s house. I’d been going over there a couple times a week ever since we were little. Now that we were older and powered by primarily by teenage hormones, I couldn’t see Mr. G. without wanting lay back and raise my legs up for the guy. His low gravely voice made me melt.
“I wouldn’t expect you to understand about Mr. Stephens, but you gotta admit your dad is a stud.”
“Yeah, of course he is. That’s why he and Mom fight all the time. Every goddam MILF at school is always flashing her tits at him.”
“Right. But does he only go for MILFs or would he try something a little younger?”
“I don’t know, dude. He’s my dad. I don’t think about it. Besides, I don’t think he’s into guys despite getting a few blowjobs back in his college days.”
“Did he?”
“Who knows? Probably. He said it happened a few times. ‘A mouth is a mouth, Tom. Be open to opportunity.’”
“Shit, that’s awesome.”
“So, does that mean you’re gonna suck me?”
“No way, man! You’re like a brother to me. Besides, I’m into older dudes right now.”
Tommy sighed. “What’s the point of having a gay best friend if I’m not gonna get the benefits?”
“Sorry, dude. It’s DILFs only for me.”
“OK fine, asshole. Maybe you can help me Katie to start putting out. I have an idea….”
And then we were on to talking about his girlfriend. But my mind was still on his dad.
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Mr. G—Bill—was Tommy’s dad. I kept my eye out for him whenever I was over there. But he was real Type-A, always at work or the gym, so my opportunities to see him were few and far between.
But I indulged my fantasies however I could. I roamed Tommy’s house looking at all the family photos. Mr. G., young and smiling on his wedding day. Platoon photos from his military service. Shots of him and the family at their lake house that showed off Mr. G.’s barrel chest and meaty legs. I dreamed about those legs wrapping around and squeezing me tight while he pushed his dick deep inside me.
His dick. I wished I could see it. It was substantial; I knew it from the bulge in his dress pants. I could see it even better when he wore sweatpants to rake leaves or clean out the garage. I imagined my mouth on him. I’d use my hands to play with his balls while the monster grew and pushed its way down my throat.
One afternoon Tommy was upstairs changing for baseball practice and I killed time snooping around the laundry room. I found a pair of Mr. G’s briefs. They were still stretched out, showing the outline of his cock and balls.
Gingerly, I fished his drawers out of the pile and held them up for closer inspection. I saw some stray pubic hairs clinging to the fabric. I brought the whole mess up to my face and breathed it in. Sweat. Musk. Man.
The door flew open. Bill barreled in with a laundry basket full of clothes to be washed.
I froze. He did too. He saw his underwear covering my face and he laughed. I dropped them immediately.
“I…I was just—“
He bent down and picked them up. He looked at the briefs and then back at me.
“Here,” he said with a toss. “Keep them.”
I flushed bright red. He shot me a wink. Then he dumped his basket into the pile of dirty clothes and left the room.
I was embarrassed but also thrilled at the opportunity. I stuffed the briefs into my pocket.
“You ready?” Tommy called out from the living room.
“Coming!”
That night I came so hard. All it took was the smell of Mr. G draped across my face.
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Fighter chapter 12
Note: shoutout to book Sihtric. Earlier chapters are: here.
Warnings: fluff/light smut/suggestive. Mention of blood.
pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)
summary: Your husband faced his opponent in the cage.
wordcount: 3,3k
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You stared at Sihtric from across his bedroom while he was looking down at his phone, his back turned towards you. You looked him up and down as he stood there shirtless, wearing only his red sweatpants, and you smiled at the sight of his scarred yet perfect muscular back, and even at the several bruises he had earned only about twelve hours ago. Your husband had won last night's fight but hadn't walked out of the octagon unharmed either. You remembered how he had been wrestling with his opponent, Aethelred, for several long minutes, gaining those clearly visible marks on his back before he had managed to get back up at his feet again.
You snapped out of your memory when Sihtric turned while grabbing a few shirts, his eyes still glued on his phone as he was reading a text from his car dealer, who just wrote to him that his brand new Bugatti was ready to be picked up. You kept your eyes on him as you thought he was so handsome like this, when he was just doing his own thing, quietly, not opening his mouth. His long hair was tied back, the sides recently shaved just before the fight, and despite the cuts and bruises on his face he still looked like a sculpture to you, like a God. You couldn't deny that you felt a heat rise inside of you when you looked at his arms, which flexed lightly whenever he moved, and you felt a sudden urge to feel those arms around you, squeezing you tightly from behind while you'd sink your teeth into his wrist as he'd fuck you relentlessly, just like he had done the night before his fight.
After a long moment your husband felt your eyes on him, and he looked up, pulling you out of your steamy fantasy, and you felt yourself swooning at the sight of his mismatched eyes. You still counted yourself the luckiest girl alive by being married to that fine piece of man, despite all the hardships that had been thrown at you. You always made it through together, and you couldn't imagine ever wanting someone that wasn't him. But then… then Sihtric smiled at you as he was about to tell you about his new car. 
And it was not just a sweet small smile, no, it was a full smile. One that caused wrinkles next to his eyes and exposed his teeth, and you felt that rush of desire for him fade away instantly. You made a face before you looked away and walked out of the room, down the stairs, leaving Sihtric on his own upstairs as he continued to pack his bags.
He just sighed and then chuckled, because he knew you still loved him despite his most recent fuck up, which he only had himself to blame for.
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When you and Sihtric got home after his car crash and had a good talk, you decided to stay the night with him after he had asked you through his tears. You finally slept in the same bed again, but you both couldn't help feeling it was rather strange after the distance there had been between you. It took a few days for things to slowly feel like normal again, and you finally found support in each other when grief took over on the bad days.
But as life simply seemed to continue just like that, Sihtric was still training for his fight, which was closing in. He usually would move out of his house for a little while to focus on the fight and his training, but as circumstances were a little different now, he wanted to stay with you and prepare at home. His team had told him that there was no shame in cancelling the fight either, as everyone would understand he'd need time to heal and be there for you too, but he said he was doing okay. And you knew more than anyone else that he needed the fight more than ever, so you wouldn't even let him cancel it if he had asked you.
And in a way it was good that he continued his training, as it kept you busy too by being his physiotherapist and doing exercises with him twice a day. It gave you both a sense of routine again and an understanding that life goes on, no matter how hard it may be. To keep things going and to distract yourselves, and also because you really wanted to move to a different home, you and Sihtric spent evenings together in bed with his laptop after his training, hunting for houses, and you had already scheduled a few viewings only a day after his fight. You had asked him if it was a good idea to plan a viewing so short after the fight, as you never knew in what state he'd climb out of that cage afterwards, but he promised it would be fine. You only later wished you hadn't listened to him.
Then, when there was only one day before the fight left, Sihtric came up to you in the kitchen and asked if you had a moment to talk.
'What is it?' you asked, a little anxiously when you saw his troubled face as you sat next to him on his couch, 'are you okay, tiger?'
'Yeah, I just… I- I, you know, I mean, like, are we … good?' he asked, hesitantly.
'What?' you frowned, confused, 'yeah? I mean… I thought we were good? At the very least we're trying to live normally again. What makes you think we're not good?'
'Well,' Sihtric shifted and fidgeted with his wedding ring, 'it's just that… I'm not sure if you're, you know, still- still attracted to me…'
You stared at Sihtric and blinked, dumbfounded. Even with the messy, uncombed hair he had right now you still could not think of a more beautiful man than him, inside and out, and you snorted.
'You think I am not attracted to you anymore?'
Sihtric mumbled something and shrugged, 'Are you?'
'Of course I am,' you said and took his hands, 'honey, why do you think otherwise?'
'Well… we haven't been really intimate in a while, and I know it's because of everything that happened and now because of my fight but I just,' Sihtric sighed and shook his head lightly, 'I just worried maybe I fucked up. I mean I know I fucked up, but after we spoke about things I figured we were okay and working on our relationship again but I just… I- I feel less desired by you, I guess.'
'Sihtric,' you cupped his cheeks, 'of course I am still attracted to you, silly,' you pecked his lips and stared into his duo-coloured eyes, 'you are still wildly arousing to me,' you said, to which you both chuckled, 'but yes, things have been different lately due to everything. My sex drive was just not what it used to be for a while, that just happens when you're going through lows. And I assumed it's been the same for you?'
Sihtric nodded, 'Yeah, but, it's… I guess it's fairly normal again now,' he paused, then gave you hopeful eyes and asked, 'kiss?'
You smiled and pecked your husband's lips softly.
'Well, I'm getting back to fairly normal again too, but now we can't do anything because of the fight. Therefore I also wasn't going to tempt you when I wanted to,' you shrugged, 'I promise, you do not need to worry about us. We're good. I'm still attracted to you and I still love you, okay? I guess after tomorrow's fight we can explore each other again,' you smiled, 'if you're not too battered that is.'
'But I want you now,' your husband whispered, almost whining as he sat back and looked at you, then pulled you in his lap, 'now, bunny,' he hummed, and his hands roamed over your sides.
You bit down on your lip and smiled. It had indeed been too long since you had been intimate with him, but you didn't want to risk him losing his fight just because you wanted to have sex. Sihtric knew this as well as you, but he was too cocky to admit it could be his downfall during the fight. Because of his fighting success he thought he could simply have it all, and you hated his ego as much as you loved it. You hated a cocky guy, but yours was just so sexy when he was overly confident, he was hard to resist.
'I want you too,' you murmured against his lips, 'but we shouldn't. You know we shouldn't.'
'Doesn't that make it more fun?' Sihtric smiled in between hungry and sloppy kisses, 'I have nothing to lose, baby.'
'Except for your reputation as a new MMA fighter,' you scoffed as he held your face and looked into your eyes.
'Fuck that reputation,' Sihtric said softly, eyes darting all over you, 'I have everything I need right here in my lap. I don't need that reputation,' he smiled slyly and pulled you back in, 'I'm still getting paid, win or lose,' he brushed his lips over yours while his hands found your buttocks, and he squeezed your ass firmly, 'I still get to buy my wife a new house, win or lose,' he chuckled and flicked his tongue against your lips, then bit your lower lip and lightly sucked it before he kissed you again. 'And I still get to fuck my wife in every room of whichever new house we move into, win or lose.'
'Oh, you think so?' you purred teasingly, your hands sliding under his UFC shirt that had his last name on the back, 'you think I'd let you fuck me when you lose that fight?'
Sihtric smirked as he hummed and shoved his hand down your sweatpants, 'I don't think,' he said, and teased you by lightly dragging his fingers over your soaked panties, 'I know for a fact you'll let me fuck you by how wet you already are for me.'
'And you thought I wasn't attracted to you.'
'I thought wrong.'
You exhaled sharply when he brushed his fingertips over your lips and, as you exhaled, pushed two digits in your mouth while you began to desperately grind his thigh.
'That's my good girl,' Sihtric breathed as he watched you with heavy lidded eyes, 'you want me?'
'Mhm,' you hummed pathetically as you sucked his fingers with greed.
'I didn't get that,' he said with a low voice and removed his fingers, 'do you want me?' he asked again as he slowly licked his lips.
'Y-yes,' you whispered, 'but we… we shouldn't. They don't want you to have sex before a fight-'
'Then they shouldn't have let me marry a wife as arousing as you.'
'Sihtric,' you chuckled and blushed, 'honey, we eloped.'
'Exactly,' he smiled, 'so no one can stop us now either.'
He pulled you back in again to kiss your lips, and he then smoothly flipped you over on the couch, face down, ass up, just the way he liked it. He pulled your sweatpants down and you felt his warm hands on your ass while he teasingly rubbed his hands over your exposed skin.
'We… shouldn't be doing this,' you murmured, not very convincing, to which Sihtric chuckled softly.
'I know.'
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Fight Night.
Just like at the other fights you witnessed before, your heart was pounding out of your chest while you watched your husband walk out to the centre of the arena. This time you weren't in the crowd, near the octagon, instead you watched the fight on the tv screen in Sihtric's dressing room as you didn't want to draw any attention to yourself. You and Sihtric were both aware of the rumours that were being spread online lately. The latest gossip was that you and 'the bad boy heart-throb fighter' were divorced after Sihtric had posted those selfies of him without his wedding ring, when you had "left" him for a short while.
Sihtric didn't like the fact you weren't in the crowd as he knew it would fuel the gossip even more, but he completely understood and also wanted to shield you from the media right now, so he had Finan watch with you while Uhtred, his coach, was right outside the octagon. You watched the screen and saw how your husband's opponent, one Aethelred, made his way to the octagon and Finan huffed beside you.
'Little shit.'
'What?'
'That guy,' Finan grumbled, 'he's a weasel. Everyone knows he doesn't fight fair.'
Because of your personal worries as of late you hadn't even looked up Sihtric's opponent, as you usually did, so you actually had no idea who he was up against and hearing Finan's words made you anxious.
'What do you mean?' 
You suddenly feared for your husband's wellbeing as you watched Aethelred enter the octagon. He did look like the type of guy who would cheat his way out of anything, and by the crowd's reaction he wasn't very popular amongst them either as the arena was filled with their loud booing, so loud you could even hear it in the dressing room.
'He'll try some shit, believe me,' Finan said, 'he always does.'
You watched the screen and saw how the camera closed in on Sihtric, and he grabbed the camera to kiss the lens, which you knew he did for you and you felt yourself tear up already. He looked so good, so handsome, with his hair braided while wearing black and green Venum fighting shorts, and you got lost in your own thoughts for a moment about how you couldn't wait to wrap your arms around him again and pull down those shorts. But then before you knew it, that horrific sound of the bell rang through the sold out arena, starting the first round. The crowd roared while you kept your eyes fixated on the screen in front of you as you held your breath. You kept your fingers crossed and muttered 'come on, love,' and 'don't get hurt,' under your breath, desperately wanting Sihtric to come out as unharmed as possible.
'And we're off!' Erik announced excitedly as the two fighters approached each other.
'Ow!' Sigefrid yelled when Aethelred immediately received a jab to his face, 'that was a hit!'
'That was just a slap,' Erik laughed, 'if that was a full hit he would've been down already.'
'You're right, you're right,' the brother chuckled, 'Sihtric's punches are mean and this wasn't one at full strength- OH! Goodness!' he suddenly yelled as the fight continued before his eyes.
You jumped up from the couch as you saw how Sihtric and Aethelred had collided and were down wrestling on the blood smudged canvas, and Finan shouted at the tv when he saw Aethelred holding onto the cage fence when Sihtric had him backed into it.
'He can't bloody do that!' Finan hissed, 'see!' he turned to you, 'I told you! He always does things that are not allowed!'
'Is he holding onto the cage?' Erik asked his brother.
'Is he? He is!' Sigefrid scoffed, 'that's… that's… how is the referee not seeing this?'
'He's just not seeing it,' Erik said, 'I can't believe this- oh, now he sees it!'
You saw how the fighters got pulled apart and Aethelred got a first warning for breaking a rule. The fight continued but it only took about a minute before they were wrestling down on the canvas again, and once again your husband's opponent held onto the cage for a better grip when he was clearly losing the game if he didn't cheat.
'He's doing it again!' Erik shouted in disbelief, and the crowd booed as they witnessed it.
You looked at Finan, who was again shouting at the screen when the referee acted late upon Aethelred's action, and you looked back at the screen when you heard your husband's name. You saw Sihtric had taken out his mouthpiece after the fight was interrupted again and he yelled something inaudible towards Aethelred, who feigned innocence as the referee gave him another warning.
'What did Sihtric yell?' Erik asked his brother, as he had also missed it.
'I'm pretty sure he told Aethelred to stop being a pussy,' Sigefrid laughed, to which his brother broke in laughter too, as did Finan next to you and you couldn't help but chuckle too.
The fight then continued again, and you proudly watched Sihtric throw a few punches and nasty leg kicks, which earned him some good points if the fight would end by decision. But then, as the first round was almost over, Sihtric received an uppercut which caused his mouthpiece to be punched out. You saw it, Finan saw it, Aethelred saw it and the brothers commenting saw it too, but the referee didn't see it as everything happened so fast. Aethelred decided to use the moment, even if it wasn't allowed, and Sihtric received another punch to his face as he was distracted by losing his mouthpiece for a split second, and you saw the blood pour out of his mouth immediately. 
But instead of stopping the fight as he should have done, Sihtric decided to throw a punch back which landed right between Aethelred's eyes and knocked out his opponent in an instant. While Aethelred fell down on the canvas, unconscious, Finan jumped up to celebrate the knockout and the brothers began to scream and shout in their mics as they were blown away by what had just happened. But you stared at the screen with wide eyes as you saw Sihtric get down on his knees, and when the camera zoomed in on your husband as he brought his hands up to his mouth, you saw it and gasped.
'His fucking teeth!' you shrieked, 'his fucking front teeth got knocked out!'
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About an hour after your husband's latest victory you sat with him and a part of his team in his dressing room. Sihtric held an ice pack to his mouth while Finan was clearly amused by what had happened, and then Uhtred stepped in the room after he had made a phone call.
'Yeah, so,' Uhtred said awkwardly as he scratched his head, 'I called his dentist and his teeth cannot be fixed until next weekend.'
'What?!' you shouted, 'no… no, this can't be,' you looked mortified as you glanced at your husband, who gave you his big puppy dog eyes and a sheepish smile, which exposed the gap where his two teeth had been until recently. 'We have… we have a house viewing tomorrow, he can't show up like this!'
'What? Why not?' Sihtric asked with a heavy lisp.
'Baby, stop talking!' you snapped.
'What? You don't think it's sexy?' Sihtric taunted, his lisp getting worse the more he spoke.
'No! You sound like Mike Tyson!' you cried, 'this is a nightmare, look at him!' you yelled at Uhtred and Finan as you pointed towards Sihtric, who bared his teeth just to rile you up.
'Well, you know, he could… he could wear a grill,' Finan shrugged, knowing he was adding fuel to the fire, 'you know one of those golden-'
'He's not going to wear a grill, Finan!' you snarled.
You stared at your husband, who pushed the ice pack back to his mouth again, and then someone you had never seen before entered the room with an empty glass. Or at least, you thought it was empty, until Uhtred handed it to you and you saw it held Sihtric's teeth. A soft sob escaped you as you stared down into the glass.
And it was about twelve hours later when you stared at your husband again as he packed his bags to leave for another city, where you'd stay in a hotel as you'd view several potential houses. You loved him more than ever and thought he was the most handsome man you had ever seen. You desperately wanted to jump his bones, but then Sihtric turned and smiled at you, showing off the gap between his teeth, and you were instantly turned off. But Sihtric still smiled, because he knew you loved him, and because he would soon pick up his other baby; his new car.
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onabat11e · 2 months
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Hey! I know you’re not taking requests at the moment…but was just wondering if you’d ever write a fic (even if just a little blurb) about onas reaction to lucy in THAT outfit yesterday because god im obsessed!
ona would just send lucy this meme:
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jokes aside, i wrote something short for this (thank you for the req)
rating: E for explicit (18+)
word count: 988 (tell me why i thought it would only be like 500)
Lucy: 1 attachment - time for the awards, miss u baby
Lucy sent a selfie of her in the mirror, showing off her outfit for The Best FIFA Football Awards. The blonde waves framed her face perfectly, showing off her small smirk and her chiselled jawline. Lucy slipped her phone away, needing to leave the dressing room to get ready to walk the green carpet. 
Ona sat up in bed after hearing her phone vibrate. She looked over to see a new message from Lucy. She felt her abdomen tighten immediately at the stunning selfie she had been sent. She typed a reply before opening the photograph to get a better look.
Ona: do you even know what you do to me Luciaaaaa 😭
Ona zoomed into the photo, wanting to take in every detail of Lucy in that outfit. The vest perfectly displayed Lucy’s muscular arms and strong shoulders. 
Her eyes wandered down Lucy’s arm, falling on the hand wrapped around her phone. Ona’s mind definitely did not start to imagine those fingers digging into her thighs as Lucy ate her out. And she definitely did not fantasise about the way those fingers would pump into her; the way her pussy would clench and cum around them, begging for more. 
She could picture the exact way Lucy’s bicep would flex as she pumped two fingers into her heat. The mental images made Ona’s stomach twist, a throbbing pleasure starting to arise between her legs. She almost felt embarrassed at how quickly she got turned on from the photo alone. She swiped off to send more messages for Lucy. 
Ona: that outfit is doing things to me
Ona: i need u so bad right now. so wet for you
Ona’s hand trailed down her torso, pulling her oversized t-shirt up over her midriff. Her hand dipped under her sweatpants, rubbing over the fabric of her panties. She inhaled sharply at the contact on her throbbing clit, feeling her body beg for more pressure. 
She quickly kicked off her sweatpants, letting them fall off the side of the bed. Ona raised her phone, the camera app open, angling it so her now exposed abs and underwear were in frame. She slipped her hand under her waistband before pressing the capture button. 
Ona: 1 attachment - wish u were here 
Ona dropped her phone before she dipped a finger into herself. Breathing deeply at the sensation, she gathered wetness from her entrance, rubbing it up her folds before circling the tip of her clit. She made slow movements, teasing herself the way she knew Lucy would. Her body heated up as the desire spread throughout it and her pace began to increase at her own neediness. 
Ona pushed a single digit into herself, feeling her walls flutter around it. Biting her lip, she let her mind wander again, thinking about how Lucy’s fingers would feel in her. She continued to work herself, her left hand fumbling at her phone to try and send another message to Lucy. 
Ona: need ur fingers in me so bad. mine don’t feel as good :(
She added another finger, curving it as she pushed deeper inside herself. Her head fell back on the pillow, eyes shutting as she imagined the way Lucy liked to fuck her into the mattress. Her free hand slid under her shirt, palming against her breast. She squeezed her eyes shut, visualising Lucy’s eyes darkening as she looked up at her, tongue toying at her nipple. Her fingers clasped a nipple, thinking about how Lucy would use her teeth to playfully tug on the bud. 
Ona’s hand continued to pump in herself, hips rocking to meet the thrusts. She increased her tempo, her left hand leaving her breast to play with her clit. 
The circles were roughly rubbing against her sensitive area, her body trembling at her rapidly approaching peak. With a final squeeze of her clit, Ona fell apart, a moan of Lucy’s name falling off her lips as she slowed her movements. 
Ona: just came thinking about how fine u are. i need u so bad right now baby
The fire in Ona’s stomach would not leave; she needed it to be Lucy between her thighs, not just her own hand. She fantasised about Lucy’s fingers deep in her, a warm mouth sucking her clit and cleaning up the cum leaking from her. She whined at the idea, fingers reaching down to play with her clit again. 
Ona: tell me you get to keep that outfit. i cant stop thinking about all the things i want u to do to me
She already knew her second orgasm would come soon, still feeling sensitive from the first. She bucked against her hand, the coil tightening in her core once more. Two fingers slipped lower, pressing into herself with ease.
Her movements got harder, the palm of her hand pressing into her swollen clit with every thrust. Her thighs clenched around her hand, body shaking as she came again, her clit twitching under her hand as fingers curved inside her to guide her high.
Ona: pls baby i’m so needy rn. i came again but it’s not the same. i need ur mouth on me. 
~
After the event had come to a close and all interviews had been done, Lucy was free to check her phone. She was shocked to see the number of notifications from her girlfriend. 
27 new messages. 
Lucy skimmed through the messages, feeling her face heat at the content of the messages. Her mouth went dry, looking at the numerous photos she had been sent of Ona touching herself and fucking herself. 
She quickly checked that no one could read over her shoulder before typing out her replies to Ona.
Lucy: oh my god ona?!
Lucy: fuck that’s so hot
Lucy: can’t wait to get back to barca and taste u
Lucy:*see u. sorry idk what happened there ;)
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ezrasversion · 10 months
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Heat (Ezra x F!Reader)
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Summary: mutual attraction and a pair of sinfully tight sweatpants lead to more than you or Ezra could have expected. (There’s no plot, it’s just smut).
CWs: Spitting / slapping / mutual pining / cumplay / unsafe PIV sex / absolutely filthy talk / oral sex (f receiving) / praise kink / f masturbation / implied squirting /
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For @miller--trash & @serenaxpedro ❤️
You’re starting to think you’re losing your mind, or at the very least getting close to it. This was meant to be a simple expedition, dangerous or not. Drop in, spend a month prospecting, drop out again, hopefully get rich enough to never have to return to The Green.
Getting a big stupid crush on your companion wasn’t meant to be part of the plan, but then Ezra had come along with his stupid drawl, broad frame, and that stupidly attractive smirk. 
Everything about him pisses you off, but that’s less to do with him and more to do with how increasingly needy you are where he’s concerned. 
Is it just you, or is he taunting you? You feel as if he’s more than aware of your interest, using it against you in a subtle way. 
Like right now, for instance. He's taken to coming out the sanitiser still half damp, hair sticking to the nape of his neck, no shirt in sight, barefoot. That would probably be easy enough for you to ignore, and you had, quite successfully, for some time, until he'd found the damn sweatpants.
Dark grey in colour, they leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. You wish you were exaggerating, but you can see absolutely everything outlined in those sweats. Every thick, slightly curved inch.
Honestly, the damn things are obscene, and if you were on any sort of civilised planet, he’d probably get fined for public indecency. But you’re not on a civilised planet. The Green is lawless territory, and anything goes.
You wish you could remember that a little more often, or useful facts from the prospecting guide, but instead you have the outline of your companion’s arguably sizeable cock imprinted firmly into your brain. Great.
You have to force your expression to remain neutral. Force your eyes to move past him, look at anything else, because god knows you’ve already been looking too long. Long enough for that slow, lazy smirk to creep into his features as he leans against the closest countertop, watching you.
Why the fuck is the lander so small? Or maybe he’s just big and imposing. Who cares. You flop down in your bunk, try to return your attention to your book, but honestly? The prospecting manual isn’t exactly a riveting read at the best of times.
Still, it must work to take some of the heat off you, because he stops slouching against the bench, practically saunters across the small space, hauls himself up the short ladder to the top bunk, and stays there.
You don’t like heights. Not even bunkbeds. Almost ironically, you’re starting to wonder if sleeping on the bunk below his is as close to getting beneath him as you’ll ever get.
Your cheeks heat at the thought.
The lights in the lander go out at a touch of the control panel set beside the bunk, leaving only the faint glow of the emergency lighting, the sign that the security system and the air filters are still running at full capacity.
You could still read by overhead lamp, but it’s easier to put the book aside and pretend to be asleep. It’s only when you hear Ezra’s breathing become more steady and lazy that you dare to move again.
It’s embarrassing, honestly, the way you’re dancing around the subject. Reduced to getting yourself off in the sanitiser or in your bunk, trying to keep yourself quiet.
You’re almost certain you’ve heard him do the same once or twice, but you’ve been genuinely half asleep and unable to tell if you were hearing what you wanted to hear.
The thought of him wrapping one of those big, scarred hands around his cock, stroking himself slowly, trying to muffle any sound, is enough to make you soak your panties. His hands are big enough. You’d probably need to use both.
The idea of sleep is now the furthest thing from your mind, the ache between your thighs far more pressing and needy than anything else. Carefully, trying not to make too much noise, you tug your panties down, kick them off under the blanket that’s suddenly too hot.
Your shirt comes off too, tucked up by your pillow. It’s a lot more comfortable this way, naked under the blanket, your hands wandering across your body. In the dark it’s easier to imagine the hands are his, even if they are far too small to realistically be so.
You dip a single finger into your soaked core, spread your own slick across bare skin as your other hand slips upwards, cups a bare breast, fingers pinching a sensitive nipple into a hardened bud.
It’s not enough; you add a second finger, consider the thought somewhere in the back of your mind that his hands are so big, you’d probably need to fit three or four of your own fingers inside yourself to take two of his.
The thought makes your cunt clench around your exploring fingers, a soft whimper almost escaping before you bite down - hard - on your bottom lip to keep it trapped.
Not trusting yourself to keep quiet enough, you release your nipple, cover your mouth with your hand as you start to rock slowly onto your own fingers, chasing release, mind foggy, nothing mattering in the moment more than the feeling of pleasure beginning to overwhelm you as you imagine him inside you…
“I can hear that undoubtedly sweet pussy singing for me from up here.” His drawl interrupts your fogged, hazy mind; you almost sit bolt upright, almost jump, but instead you freeze.
“Don’t stop on my account… unless of course you’d be more acquiescent to the idea of my assistance.”
You’re used to the way he speaks, like something from an old world poetry book. Even in the fog of your brain, you understand what he’s saying. What he’s offering.
“Get the fuck down here.” Your response is far less eloquent, but then again he’s the one with the words.
You swear to god you hear the smug bastard laugh as he rolls out of his own bunk, slides down the ladder.
“Normally I’d make certain you knew I disapproved of your uncouth manner of speaking, but… in this case? I suppose it can be forgiven.” He shrugs in the dim light; you can see the smirk on his face as he leans against the bunk frame, watching you.
“You gonna just stand there and watch? I thought you offered assistance.”
You don’t even care how needy you sound; he’s caught you completely off guard, your fingers still soaked with your own slick, desperate and hormonal and definitely not thinking with your brain.
“Patience is a virtue, sweet girl.” Still, he obliges you, tugs down those sinfully tight sweatpants, leaving him entirely bare to your hungry gaze.
Fuck.
The outline may have been impressive, but it’s nothing compared to actually seeing him. He’s big and broad, carries himself with a sort of easy swagger, but even that doesn’t prepare you for how fucking perfect his cock looks. Just as thick as you’d expected, big and slightly curved, soft curls framing that and a pair of heavy balls that you want, desperately, in your mouth.
“Please… get over here… right now.” You remember your manners this time, even if your mouth is watering and your pussy dripping at the sight of him.
Maybe asking nicely does something to him, because he doesn’t taunt you this time, just peels back the blanket, dark eyes taking in your naked form before he crawls on top of you, leans in to devour your mouth in a hungry kiss.
You cling to him, hook one leg around his waist to keep him there as your fingers drag up his back, across broad shoulders. His tongue plunders your needy mouth in such a way that leaves no room to doubt that he wants this, wants you, just as badly as you want him.
You can feel him pressing against your thigh, the hot, heavy weight of him, and your pussy clenches around nothing yet again at the thought of him inside you.
“Now, what were you doing down here?” He breaks the kiss to ask, one hand crawling down your torso, cupping your drenched pussy lightly.
“Ez, please…” you’re so fucking needy for him, want him inside you so badly it aches, uncaring if he’s too big to take.
“Patience, dove, it’s not my intention to hurt you. When I have you screaming, I want it to be purely in pleasure.”
Then he moves, effortless, so your thighs are resting on his shoulders, his face so close to your cunt that you can feel the heat of his breath on your skin.
“I heard you, of course, but I know I can do an undoubtedly superior job… all you have to do is sing for me, sweet dove.”
Then he leans in close, spits on your cunt, and traces a lazy pattern on your clit with the tip of his tongue, uncaring of the mess he’s making, what with his own spit and your slick coating his tongue, your thighs, the sheets.
“As sweet as nectar, just as I suspected.” He half murmurs it against your skin, slides his tongue inside you and moans, completely without shame at the taste of you, at the way your smaller hands fist into his hair as you grind yourself against his mouth.
He pulls away from you, drawing a disappointed whine from your lips.
“So needy,” he sounds half amused, half aroused; you can’t see, of course, not in this position, but his cock is aching and throbbing against the sheets of your bunk, leaking pre cum into the fabric.
“Ez…”
He lays a soft slap to your overstimulated pussy, drawing a sharp gasp from you.
“Patience.” He leans in and kisses where he slapped, traces his tongue around your clit before sucking it greedily into his mouth, releasing it with a lewd sound before delving his tongue back inside you.
He’s about to become the worlds’ biggest hypocrite, and he damn well knows it, because the more he licks and sucks at your cunt, the more desperate he is to just fuck you. Especially when you start whimpering, practically convulsing beneath him with the force of your climax.
He doesn’t even bother wiping his mouth, uncaring that your slick is dripping off his tongue, into his short beard, coating his moustache.
Moves instead so his forehead is pressed to yours, one big hand cupping your breast as you recover.
“Tell me, dove, have you had enough? Or do you require more assistance? I’d be more than happy to oblige you in whatever you wish for, although arguably I’d be more in favour of you begging me to feed that sinfully sweet cunt my cock.”
A kiss to your lips before he continues, rolling a pebbled nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“I just know you can take me, can just imagine how well those soft, sweet walls will envelope me. Tell me, sweet girl. Tell me that you want it.”
Your brain is so fucking hazy from your climax, from his words, but you’re greedy. Greedy and desperate and you want more. Want him to feed your tight little pussy every bruising inch of his cock, satisfy the desire and need for him that’s been building, neglected, for far too long.
“Please, Ez, I need it… need all of you…”
He keeps his forehead pressed to yours as he releases your breast, keeps himself propped up on one arm, uses his free hand to position your leg how he wants you, before wrapping that same hand around his cock, the tip and underside coated with his own pre release. He strokes himself slowly, thumb caressing the thick vein in the underside of his length, repressing a slight shudder at how sensitive he is already.
He’s halfway to guiding himself to your cunt when your much smaller hand reaches down and starts to caress his balls, soft little touches that draw a groan from him. He doesn’t even bother trying to repress that sound, moans softly as you touch him, guides himself to your heat and sinks inside.
You moan the moment he slides inside you, panting the second he sinks the first inch of a considerable amount into you. Your hand abandons its caressing of his balls, flies to his back to brace yourself instead.
“Slowly now, dove,” he’s trying to be somewhat careful, as close to gentlemanly as he’s capable of being; knows he’s big, doesn’t want to hurt you.
You have other ideas.
“No, not slowly.” You demand, arching up against him, wrapping your thigh around his waist to try and get him in deeper. “Need all of you, need it so bad…”
Ezra is not a man known for his patience, more given to fits of impulse, and it’s that side of him that wins out as he presses deep into you in a single fluid movement, slamming his hips flush against yours.
Oh, but the sound you make, makes it worth losing the prospect of savouring the moment, taking his time filling you up. The way you scream for him, nails clawing sharp lines up his back, leaving little crescent shapes in his shoulders.
He can feel you tighten and pulse around him, cock throbbing and aching in response. He wants to say something, anything, something poetic, but you beat him to it, in your far less eloquent manner.
“Fuck, Ez, you feel so fucking good…”
He likes the shortened version of his name on your lips, even more so when you sigh it like that.
“Do I, sweet girl?”
Fuck, he loves hearing you praise him, praising his cock, feeling you soak him, the way you claw at him.
“So good,” you repeat, leaning up to kiss him as he starts to move, slow, teasing little thrusts that make you whimper.
“Tell me you love my cock, dove,” he moans as you tighten around him again, tight little pussy barely able to take him, and yet…
“I do,” you babble as he starts to move properly, slow, lazy, deep thrusts that brush your cervix and make you gasp in pleasure. “Fucking love your cock, Ez, need you inside me, needed you for so long.”
It’s enough, more than enough, to short circuit his brain; nothing matters anymore but the heat of your smaller body beneath his, the way you arch up against him, moaning and mewling and babbling praise to him that only serves as fuel for the fire burning inside him.
It feels like simultaneously no time at all and an eternity have passed before you’re convulsing beneath him again, lips parted in a desperate, broken moan as you soak his cock, giving him better friction to drag himself out of you, slam back in.
His stamina is moderately impressive, but he’s not going to last, not like this, not when you’re so perfect for him, one hand clawing at his back, the other fisted into the sheets.
“Better tell me where you want me, little dove,” he breathes it into your ear, “or I might just be inclined to plant my seed in this sweet cunt and claim you forever.”
You whimper, lock your legs around his waist, make him smirk in satisfaction.
“Oh, you’d like that?”
You moan your affirmation, pussy tightening and throbbing around him at the very thought, the idea of him filling you with endless ropes of his seed…
“I did say I was happy to oblige your every wish,” he nuzzles his face into your shoulder, leaves a soft bite to sensitive skin before he pulls himself into a mostly sitting position, both hands on your waist, dragging your smaller body onto his cock again and again, using you for his own pleasure until he feels his balls tighten, cock aching as he finds his release, spilling endless heat of his cum into your waiting, needy cunt.
You whimper, wriggle beneath him, desperate to keep every drop he’s given you inside. He stays there, looking down at you with something like feverish adoration, until he feels himself start to soften inside you, pulls out of you, watches some of his spend drop from your swollen cunt onto the sheets.
“What a waste…” he murmurs it almost to himself, before he moves down between your thighs again, fingers catching what’s dripped out and pressing it back inside.
“Ez?”
“Hm?”
“What’re you doing?” Your voice is thick with fatigue, and yet lust still hangs heavy from every word.
“I want to test the hypothesis that our tastes combined are sweeter than any possible drug I’ve had the fortune to sample in my time.”
You blush as you realise what he intends to do, his hands already spreading your thighs as he leans in to taste himself inside of you.
It’s going to be a very, very long night, and you’re going to love every last moment of it.
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jarofstyles · 2 years
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38 w/ bffrry (but like, the bffrry where she walks in on him so maybe he wants to watch her this time)
Hmmm y’all been begging for this even before so I will give it to ya, brats.
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Y/N would have been mortified if it didn’t feel good.
She had imagined this so many times but when it came true, she hadn’t been even the slightest bit prepared.
Fingers deep inside of her cunt, hips raising off the bed as her orgasm approached, palm slippery with her own arousal as it dripped out of her. Sweat over her brow and the covers flipped off of her body, the cool air pebbling her nipples as she desperately climbed the peak to get to her orgasm, all to be interrupted with a clearing of the throat.
There he stood in all his glory, leaning against the doorframe with his back against the wood. Hand palming over himself as his dark eyes watched her hand as it dipped in and out of herself with a desperation he hadn’t seen before. She had walked in on him last time, helped him even, and the walls had come down around them. While he hadn’t expected to find this when he let himself into her apartment, he wuld never complain.
“H-Hi. I’m so sorry.” She croaked. Harry noticed her legs squeezing around her hand that made no move to leave her drippy little cunt, so he stepped further inside of her room. There was no real apology on her face. She wasn’t sorry- and neither was he.
“Don’t stop on my account, pretty.” He murmured, knees stopping at the end of the bed. There was no movement to get on the bed, but he wasn’t hiding the erection in his sweatpants nor the dark, hungry look in his eyes. “I want to see you.” He ran his hand over his own arousal, eyes on her legs. “I want to watch you fall apart. It’s only fair.” The suggestion was something that had her mouth drying. He was serious, and desperation filled her. She had stopped right at the peak, almost there. Edging herself.
A thick swallow aided in her confidence as she parted her legs, exposing her most vulnerable parts of herself to him. So fucking gorgeous, so dirty it had his audibly groaning.
“There we go. Keep going the way you were.” He whispered, watching from the edge of the bed. The perfect fucking view of her spread open by her fingers as she began to move them slow, eyes on him as her breathing labored. “Jesus. So wet.” He muttered under his breath, watching as the slick fingers moved in and out of her faster. Giving herself two, legs spreading wider as she curled them inside of herself. Harry had never seen something so erotic, the hitching of her breath as she worked herself harder. Hair spread like a halo underneath her, one hand grasping her breast as the other pleasured herself. An angelic vision, a sight for his sore damn eyes.
“F-Fuck.” The whine echoed in the room with the slight squelch of her fingers, hips bucking again into herself. “Oh my god.”
She was there. Harry could tell, the slight tremble in her thighs and how hard she was giving it to herself, the writhing on the bed. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Harry.” His name.
His name fell from her lips as their eyes met, mouth dropping open as the peak was reached. Hot pleasure dripping over her like a blanket, shaking as her toes curled into the sheets. Cumming hard all over her fingers while looking into her best friend’s eyes, saying his damn name. “Oh… shit.” He hoarsely replied, hand steadying her thigh as he kneels on the bed. “No- no, keep going. Please.” He wanted her to keep making a mess, kneeling between her legs as he crawled up and watched as she shook. “Work it through it. Go on… don’t stop it.”
Y/N didn’t know what was happening- all she wanted was to do as he asked. So she did. Thrusting her wet fingers into her cunt, the sloppy noises and overstimulation making her eyes water. His warm hand held her knee, stroking the skin in comfort as she shakily gasped, head rolling back into the pillows. “Curl them, angel. Curl those fingers up and get that spot… look for it.” Working her through it himself wasn’t on the plan- he wasn’t going to touch her cunt no matter how badly he wanted to. It was easy to tell when she did, too. The whine of his name, the hand leaving her breast to grab on to his. Wanting his leadership. It felt right. Natural.
“There it is, right? Right there?” He coaxed, ,watching her nod in reply. “Good. You’re going to come fast. Just do it for me, pretty girl. Can’t touch you, but I can watch. Make a mess all over those fingers. I want to watch you lick them clean.”
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billiebuchanan · 5 months
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Be a lady they said. Your skirt is too short. Your shirt is too low. Your pants are too tight. Don’t show so much skin. Don’t show your thighs. Don’t show your breasts. Don’t show your midriff. Don’t show your cleavage. Don’t show your underwear. Don’t show your shoulders. Cover up. Leave something to the imagination. Dress modestly. Don’t be a temptress. Men can’t control themselves. Men have needs. You look frumpy. Loosen up. Show some skin. Look sexy. Look hot. Don’t be so provocative. You’re asking for it. Wear black. Wear heels. You’re too dressed up. You’re too dressed down. Don’t wear those sweatpants; you look like you’ve let yourself go.
Be a lady they said. Don’t be too fat. Don’t be too thin. Don’t be too large. Don’t be too small. Eat up. Slim down. Stop eating so much. Don’t eat too fast. Order a salad. Don’t eat carbs. Skip dessert. You need to lose weight. Fit into that dress. Go on a diet. Watch what you eat. Eat celery. Chew gum. Drink lots of water. You have to fit into those jeans. God, you look like a skeleton. Why don’t you just eat? You look emaciated. You look sick. Eat a burger. Men like women with some meat on their bones. Be small. Be light. Be little. Be petite. Be feminine. Be a size zero. Be a double zero. Be nothing. Be less than nothing.
Be a lady they said. Remove your body hair. Shave your legs. Shave your armpits. Shave your bikini line. Wax your face. Wax your arms. Wax your eyebrows. Get rid of your mustache. Bleach this. Bleach that. Lighten your skin. Tan your skin. Eradicate your scars. Cover your stretch marks. Tighten your abs. Plump your lips. Botox your wrinkles. Lift your face. Tuck your tummy. Thin your thighs. Tone your calves. Perk up your boobs. Look natural. Be yourself. Be genuine. Be confident. You’re trying too hard. You look overdone. Men don’t like girls who try too hard.
Be a lady they said. Wear makeup. Prime your face. Conceal your blemishes. Contour your nose. Highlight your cheekbones. Line your lids. Fill in your brows. Lengthen your lashes. Color your lips. Powder, blush, bronze, highlight. Your hair is too short. Your hair is too long. Your ends are split. Highlight your hair. Your roots are showing. Dye your hair. Not blue, that looks unnatural. You’re going grey. You look so old. Look young. Look youthful. Look ageless. Don’t get old. Women don’t get old. Old is ugly. Men don’t like ugly.
Be a lady they said. Save yourself. Be pure. Be virginal. Don’t talk about sex. Don’t flirt. Don’t be a skank. Don’t be a whore. Don’t sleep around. Don’t lose your dignity. Don’t have sex with too many men. Don’t give yourself away. Men don’t like sluts. Don’t be a prude. Don’t be so up tight. Have a little fun. Smile more. Pleasure men. Be experienced. Be sexual. Be innocent. Be dirty. Be virginal. Be sexy. Be the cool girl. Don’t be like the other girls.
Be a lady they said. Don’t talk too loud. Don’t talk too much. Don’t take up space. Don’t sit like that. Don’t stand like that. Don’t be intimidating. Why are you so miserable? Don’t be a bitch. Don’t be so bossy. Don’t be assertive. Don’t overact. Don’t be so emotional. Don’t cry. Don’t yell. Don’t swear. Be passive. Be obedient. Endure the pain. Be pleasing. Don’t complain. Let him down easy. Boost his ego. Make him fall for you. Men want what they can’t have. Don’t give yourself away. Make him work for it. Men love the chase. Fold his clothes. Cook his dinner. Keep him happy. That’s a woman’s job. You’ll make a good wife some day. Take his last name. You hyphenated your name? Crazy feminist. Give him children. You don’t want children? You will some day. You’ll change your mind.
Be a lady they said. Don’t get raped. Protect yourself. Don’t drink too much. Don’t walk alone. Don’t go out too late. Don’t dress like that. Don’t show too much. Don’t get drunk. Don’t leave your drink. Have a buddy. Walk where it is well lit. Stay in the safe neighborhoods. Tell someone where you’re going. Bring pepper spray. Buy a rape whistle. Hold your keys like a weapon. Take a self-defense course. Check your trunk. Lock your doors. Don’t go out alone. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t bat your eyelashes. Don’t look easy. Don’t attract attention. Don’t work late. Don’t crack dirty jokes. Don’t smile at strangers. Don’t go out at night. Don’t trust anyone. Don’t say yes. Don’t say no.
Just “be a lady” they said.
-Camille Rainville
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girl-skullz · 2 years
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naughty roomies ೃ⁀➷
different perverted hq roommates
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warnings 𖦹 : afab!reader, mentions of masterbation (m) side, panties sniffing/smelling unprotected sex (be careful irl)
notes 𖦹: for starters these are just characters I think fit but if you have some others pls let me know^^
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╰ the weirdos : for starters when you guys first met it was very awkward ; incoherent mumbling, staring at the floor they were just a mess and to be fair you didn't judge ! you just let it play out like normal but little did you know these guys were pinning after you hard every night these guys would have their daily set up of porn ready to go mixed with thoughts of you, another thing about these guys is they're attentive as hell. that time you walked in the house late with that short mini skirt standing on your tippy toes to reach a glass? their cocks got hard n' till this day they think about it, stroking and teasing their cock to the thought bending you over
long story short, these guys are─ weird! but if they got the chance they'd be far from weird ♡
the guys : KENMA (bet you saw that one coming) aone kindaichi asahi kageyama komi sakukui onaga omimi yamamoto
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╰ the mindfuckers : to kick things off these guys fucking suck; constant lying about eating your left overs plus that one time they'd seen you nude but decided to play it off, yeah them you guys are always having a disagreement and a fight n' the only way for them to cool down is to sneek and get a dirty pair of you panties from your hamper ! smelling and tasting your scent, jerking their cock to the smell of you wishing that the lacy cover panties in their hand was your tight cunt instead painted in their cum. the thought alone leaves these men breathless, sticking the panties in their mouth again to hold back a brutal moan
even though you guys get into arguments a bunch some he always repays his sorrys by replacing your now cum covered panties back where they came from ♡
the guys : MAKKI (ole bastard) suna tanaka tendou!! konoha tsukishima atsumu hoshiumi
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╰ the ones who just fuck you : these guys are straight to the point they knew they wanted you when they heard your name. it took a while for you guys to get on the same page but once you were there was no denying it. also these guys would be such a tease too! ; walking around in those sweatpants with no type of clothing underneath. every time they'd do the littlest thing you could see the dick print popping out─ and for the guys god it was hell you walking around in those tight ass shorts that did such miracles for your ass and that baby tight top that showed your perk nipples from the ac you'd just looked so delectable and they wanted a taste ♡
"such a good fuckin' pussy ha" he moaned snapping is pelvic bone back into you pussy. now he had you bent over the lovely couch that you both shared; watching movies, playing games and now getting stuffed full of cock "m'gonna come─fuck don't stop please" you moaned gripping onto the pillows in front of you─
"such a good girl y'know tightest pussy ngh─fuck" he groaned digging dents into your hips moving faster into your cunt. it'd all felt too good; the grip of your pussy warming up his cock he just couldn't stop
"gonna come sweetheart, come with me n' come on my cock" he muttered pressing himself on top of you licking the sheen of sweat off your neck. picking up his pace he had you flipped on your backside pounding your cunt "shitshitshit" was the last words he muttered while he spilled himself inside of you ♡
the guys : ARAN MEAIN (i am a whore for both) noya KUROO terushima dachi hoshiumi oikawa matsukawa (my love) osamu
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a/n : hope you enjoyed my little spurge once again these are characters I imagine doing/been like this but I am open to others lmao also, easter theme😋
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