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latent-sense-of-loyalty · 11 months

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CW: (All characters featured in this work are 18+) extremely romantic fluff/tease

AN: Set in the universe of "A Latent Sense of Loyalty"

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Lilium could almost hear her teeth audibly grind together as she stacked yet another book on the growing mountain surrounding her. Her illuminated wand scoured the spines above her, trying to see if there was anything close to what she needed. The only answer she received was silence that had been broken by an audible groan from the witch.

March 8th, 1893

“Oh come on, it has to be somewhere in all this”

With a swirl of her wand, the books quickly found their respective homes on the empty shelf, her feet dragging her to the next row to start the hunt again. She had been doing this for the past three hours, moving from shelf to shelf, to find one measly book. Lilium had been lucky enough to catch Scribner mid Sebastian scolding. She knew that she would be paying his distraction in full with the rest of her savings for the month in Honeydukes. As close as they wore, his services were never on the cheap side.

What made her visibly shudder would be the scolding Ominis would give to Lilium for, again, getting Sebastian to help her sneak into the library after hours. No matter her reasoning for wanting the place to herself to find such a personal book, Ominous wouldn't hear it. Lilium knew how to get back on his good side though, the two unable to stay upset with each other for longer than thirty minutes.

“Don’t guilt yourself out of here just yet…. Tonight you will find the book.” Her thoughts rose louder than the whispers this time, much to her surprise. It only spurred her on to find the book faster. Luckily, this was the last area she had to look. Over the month Lilium had done her diligence with combing the first floor and restricted section of the library. Sebastian and Ominis had even offered their help to try and find something close, but she always told them it was not a very big deal. Each time the pain of guilt grew in her gut.

Lilium could not tell them they still keep her awake at night, the whispers, the promises of nightmares, seeing Eleazar’s gasping body on the ground. She just told them she needed that book.

For another hour she combed through the rows of books on the second level, each one making her more frustrated and disappointed by the last. “Books of arithmancy and you, how to properly heal an infected niffler bite, how can you prevent unwanted wand explosions. All thrown behind her as she became more frantic from the exhaustion setting into her mind. Her fingers frantically raked over their spines, trying to see if there was some kind of alleviant for all this. Lilium was close to giving up, until she saw one book catch her eye at the end of the walkway, one that had been left on the table, opened somewhere in the middle.

The sight immediately set off alarm bells in her mind, quickly pressing herself against one of the shelves to hide. Has Scribner come back? Lilium was sure in the chaos of throwing books and tomes she would have been heard clearly. Lilium tried to hold her breath, waiting to see if there was any kind of extra noise. A few minutes passed before Lilium gave herself the go ahead, slowly walking towards the book. As she got closer, the first few title words made her quickly race her pacing. Her hands reached out for the book, shaking in excitement and relief.

Alleviates and remedies for the Mind’s Mental Turmoils.

Lilium hugged the thickly bound book close to her chest, the excitement of having something to finally help with the whispers and nightmares so she could finally sleep at night after a month. They had become so loud as of recently, it had been hard to even pay attention in class, which to her was unacceptable enough. But with this, with these hidden secrets, she would be able to truly quiet them for at least a while. There was an issue she had however with this book's placement in the library. From what Lilium had researched herself trying to track this thing down, it was most commonly found in the restricted section.

Why would it be up here?

Lilium knew she did not have a lot of time to stay here to dwell. For now she just wanted to get the book back to the common room and start brewing whatever it asked. Turning on her heel she began to walk down to the opposite side of the upper landing. As she passed a few of the shelves, something else made her take a moment. Her footsteps were not this heavy…. And the room wouldn't echo them to such a degree either.

Both were quick to unsheath their wands, illuminating across the balconies so that they could see each other from the other sides. Lilium nearly dropped her wand as her eyes met his in the expansive distance, his own mirroring her utter shock at seeing him here. Both stood in place, not daring to move before the other. Lilium knew it had been some time since the two were alone in any kind of setting. After the incident with his leg, both had made that silent agreement that some kind of space would be beneficial to… whatever it was that happened at the Yule Ball. Even from this distance, she could see his own nervousness as he searched over her, eyes lingering on the book she hugged tightly against her chest. Yet as much as he trailed over her, they never took long to find her eyes again, every time making her chest feel like it had caught fire.

Without a word or motion of acknowledgement, they both took the first step together, then another, until both were slowly walking in unison past the shelves. Not once did their eyes break apart, always maintaining the same pace so that they were perfectly aligned. With every step Lilium could feel her face become more flush, her pulse thrumming now in her ears. Any potential for the whispers to invade the moment were thankfully obliterated as they took another step.

Halfway to the staircases now.

As the shelves distorted their views of each other, with each step she noticed something in Aesop begin to shift. From the start his posture, expression, resolve seemed nearly timid.It was as if he had seen her as a ghost instead of a tangible thing for him to touch, to feel. As they took another step, his eyes grew darker, expression hardening to one of a serious restraint. She could see his fingers just twitch as she swallowed what little saliva had collected from her nerves. It was his eyes however, even from the distance they were at, that made the rest of her body shudder to life. Lilium had that very memory of his eyes branded forever into her memory, the expression he all but gifted her with before devouring her lips against that wall.

They were only a few steps away from the stairs, and now the tension in the room was at a breaking point. Lilium swore at a point she caught his familiar scent, the cedar mixed with that light fragrant smoke from the cauldrons he pondered over. It always made her mind spin, and now her senses begged to be blessed with it once more.

Another step, both of their hands reaching for the bannister at the same time. For another moment, both waited for the other to initiate the descent, eyes raking over each other. Lilium could now get a better view of Aesop, his usual keepness now dishevelled. The usual coat and vest was discarded, this time just settling for his buttoned white shirt, she could just see, past the open buttons by his collar bone, tufts of peppered curled hair underneath. Lilium could not help letting out a long breath as her knuckles went white holding the stair bannister. His own eyes fell on her untucked shirt, clearly more buttons open than should be, giving him a teasing view of just the hint of her cleavage. Judging by his sharp intake of breath, and how he shifted where he stood, Lilium knew exactly what had flooded into his own thoughts.

Eyes meeting once more, holding each other in that distant embrace, they took the first step down. Both mirrored their growing desperations, hesitations, and yearning. Slowly they descended together, keeping their pace, one step at a time. It felt like a near eternity, yet before she could think anymore of their time, she stumbled on the last step, nearly dropping the book from her grasp. Before she had a moment to catch herself, familiar arms found themselves around her, steadying her shaking frame against his own. Where just moments before she begged for that lingering scent to find her, now she drowned in the fragrance of him. What had felt as being a journey across the universe of the library to even see his eyes, now every part of him was holding her close, eyes searching her own for some kind of push, anything to justify what he struggled to hold back.

Lilium’s hand slowly snaked up his chest, the feeling so familiar yet foreign to her. What before was a rush of momentary bliss, this felt like time had stopped just for them. Time that, even ticking on, granted them this moment of reprieve within their delicate touches. A moment only to soon be broken by the sound of a distant door opening and footprints coming down the stairs. Quickly the two pushed apart from each other, and with no words spoken flew into the brown of books around them.

It had only taken Lilium about thirty seconds to realise she had lost Aesop once more in the labyrinth of shelves. Her eyes quickly caught sight of Scribner, and at the ready as she quickly made her way to the opposite end of the room from Lilium, buying more time to sink further into the alcoves. Her breathing was heavy, heady. The excitement of Aesop’s proximity and now the adrenaline of being found by the head librarian only seemed to accelerate her pulsing adrenaline. After slinking past a few more shelves she pressed her back against a far corner, the exit only a few short turns and well placed crouches away. Yet before she could think of leaving, she heard something shift behind her, something slowly move by her hand. Lilium froze in terror, thinking this time was it for sure, until a familiar scent wafted around her. Fear slowly evolved into excitement as she kept her back pressed firmly to the shelf, yet her hand was exposed now to the empty air of the shelf.

As her eyes drifted closed from his cologne, a ghost of a touch made them shoot open as she let out a small gasp, earning a quiet chuckle from the other side of the shelf. The touch returned, starting from the very tip of her middle finger. His own calloused tip took a moment to enjoy the soft feeling of her own, before the touch slowly crawled along, his fingertip leaving a shivering heat behind. Lilium swore as it raised higher, her own heart rose with it. As gently and soft as possible, it found its way to her palm, slowly circling before making the same way back to the tip. Biting her lower lip, Lilium did everything to stifle the moan threatening to escape her from his gentle torture. Another finger now joined, recreating the same pattern on her ring finger, before continuing on all the remaining digits. She swore she could melt into the shelf, trying to get him to feel her touch on all the other parts of her skin that screamed for his worship.

Yet they stood there, for what seemed like an eternity, the most intimate touch Lilium had ever been blessed to receive, soon joined by a low husky voice.

“If…you were coming in the fall,” His hand traced her fingers once more, now dancing and wearing themselves between her own. They felt just as ablaze as her own.

“Id brush the summer by and half a spurn, as housewives do a fly.” His hand began to travel higher now, from her palm to her wrist as his fingers traced around, her body now shivering.

“If I could see you in a year,

I’d wind the months in balls,

And put them each in separate drawers,

Until their time befalls.”

His torture continued travelling up her arm now, her skin now dotted with goosebumps as his low voice entered her mind, slowly melting away at his beautiful words.

“If only centuries delayed,

I’d count them on my hand,

Subtracting till my fingers dropped

Into Van Dieman’s land.”

To Lilium’s surprise, his touch disappeared for a moment, now eliciting a small moan before looking to see if they had been heard, only now just realising the footsteps of the head librarian reaching the stairs leading above the two. Before Lilium could willing herself to move, his loving touch came back, only now finding itself at her exposed neck. This index tiger ran down the line of her collarbone, following its heaving bath to her neck. Lilium grasped onto the shelves white knuckled, doing her best not to collapse and melt.

“If certain, when this life was out,

That yours and mine should be…”

Lilium’s eyes had drifted closed once more, her whole being now raptured by his voice and gentle touch alone. Yet as his scent grew thicker around her, she could feel a sudden warmth brush against her face. Her eyes fluttered open to see his own, looking down at her with all the love and carnal desperation in the world. Slowly, from her neck, his finger traced up her jaw, gently grasping her chin to keep her eyes on his.

“I’d toss it yonder like a rind,“ He spoke barely above a whisper as he leaned closer, their breaths mixing together as their lips stayed only inches apart.

“And taste eternity…”

Neither of them were entirely aware of who leaned in first, but within a microsecond the two were one, their lips finding home with each other's softness and stubble. Her hands flew into his hair, knotting themselves as she pulled Aesop in closer, her tongue daring to taste his lips before he could catch it with his own. His hands had now found their place at her waist, keeping her as close to him as possible. Without thinking her legs rose to wrap around his waist, Aesop now fully supported her against the shelf. For those brief moments, the two wrapped themselves in each other's own promise of eternity, never wanting to ever let go.

Yet, as they broke their lip’s embrace to breath, the steps descending down the stairs only reminded them of their fleeting time. Slowly Aesop let Lilium down, his forehead pressed against hers as fingers massaged her burning skin. Neither of them wanted to let go, to escape this place they had created. Lilium slowly grasped his own chin, lifting his gaze to hers as her own fingers traced his lips.

“We will taste eternity together, Aesop….” Her voice rang like silver bells in his ears, the shiver down his spine nearly making him collapse. With one last broken kiss, she felt his body push away, leaving hers cold in the exposed air as he cleared his throat, distracting the head Librarian to buy Lilium some time. Steeling herself, she clutched the book once more before crouching, slowly and silently making her way towards the door. For a moment she looked back, seeing Aesop being clearly scolded, but for a moment, he looked to her, and gave a subtle wink. Trying her best not to blush obviously, she found her way up the stairs once more, quickly racing to the common room.

For the night, Lilium had forgotten about the book she had worked so hard to find. For the first night in over a month, her dreams were beautiful, the voices all but a memory. For the night, Lilium dreamt of a burning touch on her fingers, tracing her neck and holding her close.

For the night, Lilium dreamt what it would be like to taste eternity with Aesop.

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kennahjune · 3 months

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Jealous?

Thanks so much to the amazing @rogueddie for letting me write this!!!! Hope it lives to standards :)

Eddie had a problem.

A Steve Harrington sized problem.

Said problem was standing behind the counter at Family Video while the woman in front of him blatantly flirted with him.

It wasn’t the woman Eddie was worried about— she had at least five years of age on Steve, so maybe there was cause for concern— but Steve wasn’t paying her the time of day.

Instead, he was glancing over the woman’s shoulder at Eddie, who lurked in the aisles, and kept making faces and blabbling his mouth mockingly whenever she wasn’t paying attention.

Eddie was desperately holding back snickers and snorts. He couldn’t help but let a giggle escape when Steve moved his hand in a “blabbing” motion when she said something about her ex-husband (HUSBAND) again. The woman whipped around and glared at Eddie. Eddie gave her a finger waggle wave he realized belatedly was the same one Steve does.

Steve himself was almost beet red in the face with his effort to hold in his laugh. Eddie was amazed at how long he’d lasted.

The moment the door closed behind her Steve put his face in his arms on the counter and full on cackled. Eddie was quick to join.

They were still laughing when Robin came back from the bathroom.

“Is she gone?” she asked, looking oddly between the two of them.

Steve nodded, not having enough breath to get words out. Robin sighed a dramatic breath of relief.

“Oh thank God. Cause she looked one second away from bringing up some stupid shit like her failed marriage—“

That sent Steve and Eddie into another spiral of laughs.

“There’s no way she actually did.” Robin deadpanned.

Eddie nodded vigorously. “She fucking did!”

“Four times! As if bringing up how she was newly-single would make me want her. Did she look in a mirror before leaving? She’s closer to my dads age.”

Eddie snorted, trying to get his laughter under control enough to say “Even man-whore Richard Harrington wouldn’t go within a 20 foot radius of her.”

Steve didn’t waste a second before racking on: “Doesn’t need to get too close with how far back that hairline stretches.”

Robin and Eddie laughed themselves to tears.

And that was how it went.

A woman would come into the video store, shoot their shot with Steve, and Steve would laugh about it with Robin and Eddie later.

And it was fun. Eddie found it fun. Cause he knew Steve would always shoot the girls down, however nice or rudely he has to be about it.

Until—

Until.

It was a Friday, and as per usual on Fridays, Eddie was at Steve’s. Of course, it wasn’t just him— Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle were there as well.

They’d been hanging out whenever they all could before Nancy and Jonathan went to college and Argyle back to Cali. Hence the Friday night hang outs.

Tonight was no different, except for one thing.

“So explain to me once again why we have to drive all the way out to Indy for this?” Jonathan complained.

Nancy sighed and leant into him. “Cause there aren’t any good bars in Hawkins. And everywhere in Hawkins knows that almost none of us are of legal age.”

Jonathan grumbled but conceded, Wheeler had a point.

“Besides,” added Robin. “It’d be nice to finally get the hell out and see some new people.”

“Amen.” Agreed Eddie and Argyle at the same time. They both chuckled.

“Yeah well, I’d like to go soon before my social battery drains itself dead.” Remarked Jonathan, throwing an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders.

“We’d have left already if SOMEBODY DIDN’T HAVE TO SPEND HALF AN HOUR PRIMPING HIMSELF!” Yelled Robin towards the stairs.

Steve had been MIA since Eddie got there at least 20 minutes ago. According to Robin he was still getting ready.

“PUT A LID ON IT BIRD-FOR-BRAINS, IM COMING!” Was the reply she got from the top of the stairs, where Steve was now coming from.

Nancy and Argyle snorted at the insult, but Eddie’s mind was rather taken up by the cut-off jean shorts Steve wore that showed more of his thighs than Eddie thought necessary for anyone’s functioning brain. He was also wearing what looked like the softest sweater he owned; a dark purple one that seriously brought out the green in his eyes.

Nancy whistled, Robin clapped. Argyle grinned at Steve and said

“Hey man! That’s the sweater I got you!”

Steve grinned right back and nodded. “Uh huh! Dude it’s like— SO fucking comfy you don’t even understand.”

The sweater was a little big on Steve, hanging over his thumbs a bit in the sleeves and landing just below the waistline of his shorts. If Eddie wasn’t so focused on the many moles on his thighs that were on display, the fact that Argyle had gotten Steve a sweater may have rubbed him the wrong way.

As it stood, Steve looked good.

He looked stunning, actually, in his glasses and his hair slightly ruffled in a delicate manner and his eyes wide and bright and—

“Eddie!”

He blinked and Steve was standing in front of him, no one else in the room.

“Huh?”

Steve grinned giddily and laughed at him. “C’mon dude, you’re my ride up, remember?”

Oh yeah. They’d split everyone between his and Argyles vans.

“Isn’t Buckley with us?” Eddie asked as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

“Yeah, but I think she’s sticking with Jon and them on the way up.”

Eddie nodded and averted his gaze once more. There was a reason he’d skipped gym and avoided the mall.

That reason was glaring at him with all of its dotted moles and freckles and faint scars.

Jesus Christ he needed a cigarette.

The ride up was uneventful, peaceful even. Eddie let Steve have control over the radio, something Steve thought was normal but was downright foreign to anyone else. Eddie usually fought tooth and nail for control over the music but the sight of Steve singing and drumming his legs (holy shit his thighs jiggled—) and jamming out with a bright smile to whatever Tears for Fears or ABBA song he put on was worth it.

He followed behind Argyle and reluctantly sang under his breath with Steve to Head Over Heels.

The club they ended up going to was a little deeper into the city than they’d initially thought, and was slightly crowded when they got in.

Eddie was immediately hit with the smell of sweat and booze but not in an entirely bad way. In a way that told him that people here had fun.

It was bright and loud and the air tasted like fries (though Eddie might just be hungry). They took an empty table booth in a corner in the back.

After dropping their jackets off and everyone picking a seat, Steve got up to get everyone drinks.

“You want me to come with?” Eddie asked worriedly. It was Steve’s first time in Indy in a while and his first time out of Hawkins since the fall of Vecna. Sue Eddie for being cautious.

But Steve smiled sweetly at him and shook his head. “I’ll be alright, Eds. Be right back.” He knocked his knuckles on Eddie’s head affectionately and walked off. Eddie may have spent a second ogling before snapping his gaze to the table.

“So?”

Eddie looked at Nancy with a raised eyebrow. She raised one right back.

“Soooo…?”

She sighed. “Oh you’re hopeless.”

Jonathan snickered.

“Wha—“

“Are you gonna make a move tonight?” Argyle elaborated.

Eddie shot up real fast. “Make a move? On who, Steve?”

“Yea, on Steve, doofus!” Robin reprimanded.

“There’s no board to make a move on.” Eddie pushed stubbornly. Because it was true. There was nothing there.

Robin groaned and dropped her head to the table.

“Dude, relax your knee. It’s shaking the whole table.” Jonathan tapped Eddie’s leg under the booth.

“Sorry, sorry. He’s been gone a while, right?” Eddie craned his head to look around the bodies of people dancing.

Robin huffed. “Yeah, kinda. But there are six of us, maybe he’s having trouble carrying all the drinks.”

Nancy suddenly kicked his leg under the table, a lot harder than her boyfriend had earlier. Eddie winced.

“Go help him.” Nancy all but demanded.

Eddie was up and away in a second, happy to have an excuse. He faintly heard Nancy and Robin high five behind him.

He weaved through the dancing crowd, bodies jostling him and pushing him forward until he got to the bar and finally spotted Steve and—

And?

Something bubbled low in Eddie’s gut at the man standing in front of Steve. He was taller than both Steve and Eddie, well-built and had a bit of a beard going. He was leaning on the bar next to Steve, sort of caging him in. The scene made Eddie mad for reasons he didn’t give himself time to think about before he inserting himself.

“Steve!”

Both Steve and the asshole’s heads turned to Eddie. Steve’s eyes lit up in recognition and relief while the man’s narrowed in anger at being interrupted.

“You know him, doll?”

Eddie wanted to make the man spit his own teeth out. Nobody else got to call Steve pet names. Just Eddie. It was an Eddie Thing, not an Everybody Thing. Fuck this guy.

“Yeah—“ Steve started.

“Yeah, he does. And yet I don’t think he knows you.”

Eddie stood shoulder to shoulder with Steve, glaring daggers at the douche.

The man scoffed and huffed, walking away and muttering under his breath. Eddie scowled until he could see the guy and his stupid beard. He finally turned to Steve.

Who was absolutely red in the face.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Eddie asked worriedly. “He wasn’t bothering you right? He seemed like a dick, looked like one even before I got up close.”

Steve stared at Eddie wide-eyed with his pretty lips parted. He blinked and spluttered a response.

“U—um, yeah! Yeah, no, I’m— I’m good. I’m alright. I’m great! Yep, great! Uh—“

“Are you sure?” Eddie was concerned, never having heard Steve stumble over a simple sentence so much.

Steve nodded vigorously before turning to the bar snappily. Eddie could still see the red painting his ears.

“Yep! Perfect! Could you help with the drinks? I don’t think I can carry them all, thanks!” And he was off back to the table.

Eddie stared after him for a moment before slowly grabbing the other three drinks and following back through the sea of bodies.

Steve was sat by the time Eddie got back to the booth, whispering heatedly with Robin, Eddie only managing to hear Steve hiss to her “that wouldn’t work!” before noticing his presence and shutting up all together.

Eddie raised an eyebrow but let it slide while he gave Nancy and Jon their drinks. He slid into the booth next to Steve who sat between him and Robin and across from Jonathan.

For the next 10 minutes, they all talked. They talked and laughed and joked and drank. But Steve seemed more in his head than usual.

Eddie was just working up the courage to ask him what was wrong when a guy came up to their table, eyeing Steve. Eddie immediately tensed.

“Hi.”

All six heads turned to the dude who just showed up. But that didn’t deter him much.

“I was just wondering if pretty boy here wanted to dance?” He smirked at Steve, who Eddie felt tense up beside him.

“Um—“ Steve’s voice was kind of shaky, barely. But it was enough (mixed with the anger already brewing in his gut at the NERVE of this guy) for Eddie to finally step in.

“He’s alright.”

Six heads suddenly turned on him.

“Excuse me?” The asshole asked.

“You’re excused.” Eddie waved his hand in a shooing motion.

“Well I hadn’t exactly—“

“And I hadn’t exactly /asked/, now have I? Goodbye.” Eddie didn’t even bother offering a smile to hide the aggression in his tone. His message was clear: Get Lost.

The douche walked away grumbling and conversation soon resumed at the table.

“What was that!?” Jonathan asked incredulously.

Nancy and Argyle were both openly staring at Eddie in bewilderment.

Eddie shifted, but was more focused on the fact that Steve seemed to relax again.

“The dude was being an asshole. Just told him to get lost, not a big deal.”

“He was just asking Steve to dance? I don’t see the problem there.” Robin cut in.

It gave Eddie pause for thinking. She was right; there really was no problem there, so why had he been so upset about the dude asking Steve to dance. God just the thought of it left a bad taste in his mouth.

“It’s fine, Rob. I was just gonna tell him no anyway.”

Eddie looked at Steve then, who was a whole new shade of red.

“Are you alright? You’re all red again.” Eddie worried. Jonathan snorted into his drink and then winced when Steve kicked him under the table. Steve looked at Eddie.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit overwhelmed in the tight space I think. You wanna— uh— you wanna go dance?”

Eddie didn’t waste a second with his answer. “Sure.”

Eddie watched Steve and Robin have a silent conversation with their eyes and expressions before Robin grinned in victory and waved at them eagerly.

“Buh-bye! Have fun!” She sing-songed. Steve shot her a glare.

Eddie led Steve to the dance floor somewhere towards the edge of the crowd where there was less people. They really just stood there talking and sipping on their drinks while everyone around them danced.

“Hey, uh— thanks for telling him to back off. I’ve, I’ve never actually… been flirted with? By a guy, I mean— this is like— a brand new thing. But he and the other dude seemed just really creepy so— uh, thanks.” Steve stumbled through.

Eddie stared at his wide, earnest eyes and wondered how no guy had ever flirted with Steve before tonight. Even if the idea of it ever happening made him want to hurt somebody.

(Even though Eddie knows that guys have flirted with Steve before. Knows that he didn’t just make up those looks Tommy Hagan and Billy Hargrove gave him.)

So Eddie smiled and shook his head. “You’re all good, sweetheart. Just don’t want you running into the wrong guys.”

That pretty blush was back again, making Steve look even more breathtaking under the florescent lights and making his smile twice as bright.

Then they were rudely interrupted.

“Hey, babyboy.” Came an obnoxious call from behind Eddie. The guy was, again, taller that Steve, but this time he was barely taller than Eddie (a/n lemme live in slightly shorter Steve fantasy ok—). Eddie immediately hated him and his entire existence. Who just called people that? Babyboy? Was he serious or delusional?

Eddie watched Steve’s shoulders tense awkwardly while the guy spoke. His anger only grew and grew.

“Alright that’s enough dude, he’s not interested.”

The guy didn’t say anything to Eddie but kept talking to Steve which only served to irk Eddie further.

“I said he’s not interested ass face.” Eddie grabbed the guy’s shoulder. He finally looked at Eddie, seeming bored.

“He hasn’t said anything? Why not let the babydoll decide, huh?” He smirked at Steve. Eddie wanted to puke and scream at the same time. He felt like he was chewing on nails listening to this guy. Babydoll? First babyboy and now BABYDOLL??? Who the fuck was this dude? And more importantly would the possible assault charges be worth it?

“Um— yeah, I’m sorry. I’m not really interested in looking for anybody tonight.” Steve confirmed.

“Oh c’mon, doll face, don’t be like that.”

Oh the assault charges would so be worth it.

“He just said he wasn’t interested so fuck off.” Eddie shoved his shoulder. The dude finally turned to look at Eddie, leveling him with a glare that Eddie happily returned tenfold. If looks could kill the guy would have been fucking obliterated on sight.

“If he wasn’t interested then why’s he dressed like that, huh?”

Jail was looking mighty fine to Eddie.

“I’m right fucking here, asshat.” Steve spoke up. “And Im dressed like this because I look good and I know it. Not for fucks like you who have to beg for scraps to get by. I said I wasn’t interested and you’re just causing more of a headache if anything.”

Eddie grinned at Steve. It was so hot when he got all bitchy.

The asshole scoffed. “Oh so baby’s got a mouth on him.”

Eddie finally snapped, those assault charges no where in mind when he punched the guy in the face.

“Eddie!” Steve yelled, absolutely flabbergasted at the sudden violence.

The guy left after that with a threat of harassment charges. Steve took Eddie outside to the alleyway on the side of the club to get away from the crowd and to better examine his freshly bruised knuckles.

“You didn’t have to punch him.”

“He fucking had it coming.” Eddie spat through clenched teeth. He was still seething. And Steve was prodding at the bruises but that was neither here nor there.

Steve looked at Eddie, still holding his bruised hand. His eyes were wide as always and his cheeks flushed once more. His eyes seemed to search Eddie for something.

“Was it cause he was an ass?”

Eddie scoffed. “Of course! He was an ass and made you uncomfortable and—“

And I wanted to be the one to call you baby.

“And?” Steve prompted.

“And… and I hated how he talked to you.”

Steve looked down at Eddie hand, the blush rising to ears again. Eddie hooked a finger under Steve’s chin with the hand that wasn’t bruised and being held.

“Hey, you alright? You’re getting all quiet again.”

Steve’s eyes flitted back and forth between Eddie’s own before he sighed.

“Eddie.. I can’t— I don’t understand.”

Eddie pouted, confused. “Don’t understand what? There’s not much to it, honey.”

Steve cheeks pinkened again with the endearment. “Not— not that. I get that he was a dick— a massive dick attitude to make up for what he was surely lacking—“

That startled a laugh out of Eddie.

“—but I guess I don’t understand the other times? You were never like this before when anyone else flirted, so what changed tonight?”

And wasn’t that a thought.

What changed?

Well for starters, he wanted to kiss Steve. He wanted to kiss Steve senseless, shove him up against a wall and stick his tongue down his throat until he was breathless an begging for it.

So that’s changed.

But he also wanted to hug Steve and hold him right and call him things like Sweetheart and Honey and Love and Baby (which he already does anyway for the most part). He wanted to take Steve places and show him things. Wanted to give Steve every pretty rock he found and show him every cool leaf he saw.

What changed was that he wanted Steve in every which way Steve would let him have him.

But of course, Eddie didn’t express these aloud.

“Eddie…” Steve stared wide-eyed with his mouth opened in shock, his face a violent shade of red.

Or maybe he did express them aloud.

He’d drank more than he thought.

And then Steve was kissing him. Steve was pulling him in by the hand he was holding and pressing their lips together in a kiss that Eddie would never forget, not matter how much he’d drank that night.

They let go of each others hands, Eddie immediately grabbing Steve’s waist and Steve tangling his hands in Eddie hair.

By the time they’d pulled away to breathe Eddie bad fulfilled his wish of shoving Steve against a wall and sticking his tongue down his throat.

“So you were jealous?” Steve teased, playing with Eddie hair where his arms were still wrapped around his neck.

Eddie grumbled under his breath and kissed Steve to shut him up. Steve hummed and smiled into the kiss.

“Kissing me into going to make me drop it, Munson. You were totally jealous of those guys in there.”

Eddie huffed and stooped lower to kiss at Steve neck, gaining an immediate reaction with Steve’s stuttered breath and sudden silence. Eddie chuckled.

“Oh? I thought kissing you wasn’t going to make you drop it.”

Steve hit his shoulder weakly. “Shut it, asshole— mm!” Eddie bit down lightly on the side of his neck.

Then the door to the alley was opening and Robin was telling them to get their horny asses home before thy got arrested for public indecency.

So they agreed to pick up at home. And the whole ride there was filled with relentless teasing about Eddie’s apparent jealousy towards any guy who so much as looked at Steve oddly.

It’s rushed I know but it’s like 2am on a school night 😭 and I’m not upset with the results. Could it be better? Yeah. Could it be worse? Absolutely. It’s not my finest work but oh well 🤷

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honeeslust · 6 months

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Choso | our sweet emo boy

It’s the way he needs your kisses, your teeth tugging at his lower lip, your mouth sucking on his neck.

It’s the way the softness of your touch would get his heart racing.

It’s the way that even just the sound of your voice is enough to get him bricked up.

It’s the way you would take your time teasing him because he’s just so sensitive, every time your lips touch his body he whimpers for you.

It’s the way you ride his face after he begged you to sit on it. You’d be tugging at those pigtails and pushing against the bridge of his nose while he tasted you. The harder you pulled the more he moaned right into your core, sucking you’re sweet slit and toying with your clit.

It’s the way he would drink from your water falls and force his face even deeper until you forgot how to fucking breath

HEAR ME OUT…

It’s the way he can literally fill you up. Even the blood that surges there can be controlled. He’ll swell inside you giving you all that you could handle. But don’t run, it just makes him want to fold you up fuck you deeper.

It’s the way he fucks you meaner when he knows your close, the cute emo boy can’t help but get a little rude. What with the way you call out to him how much you like taking it.

From The honey pot 🍯

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beneathashadytree · 3 months

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ALL YOURS - VINSMOKE SANJI X READER

Warnings : making out, implied grinding, implied NSFW, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : spicy fluff for my love <3

Word count : 1.1K words

Additional notes : Sanji brainrot go brrrr. Love this man infinitely 🫶🏽

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“Mon dieu…”

The breathless whimper that left Sanji would’ve been inaudible, had they not been greedily soaking up every single noise that escaped his kiss-swollen lips. Pulling back just half an inch, they looked at him through their eyelashes, trembling with effort and loaded emotions as they did.

He looked perfectly ravished, with hooded eyes and mussed tresses of blonde hair. The faint dusting of freckles of his was almost invisible underneath the blush on his flaming cheeks. His glossy lips were parted, breathing out heavy puffs of air as his chest heaved with the exertion. It was true that he always made it a point to say just how badly they’d ruined him, but seeing the results of said ruination always had pleasure shooting down their spine.

Maybe he’d gotten a little greedier over time, because now his hands were desperately clinging to the fat of their hips, tugging them even closer to him. “Easy there,” they languidly chuckled against his mouth, a sound he quickly swallowed into another open-mouthed kiss, kneading their soft skin as he did. Their teasing was all for naught, as they both knew that more was what they truly wanted.

Time was a concept lost to them. After all, this had all started when Sanji had called them to the aquarium bar, with the excuse of wanting them to taste-test a new mocktail he’d made while staying up at night. Since it was alcohol-free, they couldn’t really blame their impulsiveness on intoxication. In fact, even the mocktail was mostly untouched on the countertop, long-forgotten.

But really, were either of them surprised? When it came to their little midnight rendezvous, they never knew if it was going to be ten minutes or a few hours lost in each other’s eyes and entwined with each other’s bodies. Sanji was all lithe muscle and sharp edges and rough stubble, but he somehow carried all the world’s softness and warmth in him. It was no wonder they could barely think of anything else when tangled together.

His tongue was warm sliding against theirs, and his chest was solid underneath their palms. The lingering scent of cigarettes, musky perfume, and expensive aftershave chased after him. Every kiss felt like it would consume them whole; burn them alive down to the tips of their fingers and burrow deep into their chest. Every time their mouths met in a searing chase, he’d push up into their core, their back arching a little despite themself.

It took all the mental fortitude and strength they had to pull away with a gasp, earning a groan from Sanji who looked desperate enough to keen. “You’re cruel,” he somehow managed to whine out, “Mon amour, I’ve not yet had my fill of you—“

Pressing a single index finger to his lips was all it took to silence him. Perhaps as a sort of punishment, they even leaned in to nip at his jutted lower lip, teasing his pout. “Just a second,” they promised him, clambering off his lap before he could protest too much. “I promise I have a surprise for you.”

Smothering a laugh behind their hand knowing the disheveled state they’d left him in, clothes all messed up and so clearly aching for them that he couldn’t even bother to adjust himself, they pranced away to their room to get the box they’d hidden in their set of drawers.

It had been a hassle hiding it from any possible interlopers. After all, you never knew when Nami was about to sell off half their possessions for more cash, or if Luffy was feeling particularly curious that day and wondered if it would sink in the ocean, consequently jumping after it and nearly drowning.

At the very least, they were glad that they had the chance to get back to their sweet man, a forlorn look on his flushed face from having waited for them (what was, in his opinion) for too long. That needy expression of his could melt them with uncontrollable need. They just wish he’d never ever come to know that, or else he’d become insufferable.

Settled back in his lap, Sanji was all too eager to have them ontop of him, a curious look now on his face. “What’ve you got behind your back, my love?”

“A little gift,” they vaguely said, before thinking for a few moments. “You know how you like to wear rings?”

“Not when I’m cooking, but generally speaking, yes.” He hummed, eyes lighting up as he tried to take a peek behind them. “Oh, you really shouldn’t have, ma chéri—“

Interrupting his little rant with a kiss, that shut him up enough for them to wag a finger at him. “I’m not finished yet, you impatient man.” At that, they shifted a little in his lap. “I’d noticed that you always kept your ring finger bare. Knowing you as well as I believe I do, I think I know why that is.” Carefully, as steadily as they could manage, they pulled that small box from behind their back, popping it open with one hand while the other rested over his shirt. “But would you consider changing that now?”

A choked gasp left Sanji’s parted lips, and his eyes had turned large and glassy. The sparkling ring set into the velvet was not just impossibly gorgeous, but looked ludicrously expensive as well. He was certainly taken aback, though they hoped that it was because of him having not seen this somewhat-impromptu proposal coming, and not as a precedent to being rejected.

All that he could do was stumble over his words, his thoughts getting all jumbled up and his heart pounding furiously against their palm. “Is this… are you asking me to—?”

“Marry me, Sanji, yes.” Their laugh came out a little strained, nerves finally getting to them a little. “If you’ll have me.”

“You say this as if I’m not currently and always painfully wanting you,” he breathed out, briefly closing his eyes, before tugging them into his chest. Collapsing against him, they pretended not to know the reason why he’d hid his face into their neck, and pretended not to notice his half-sniffles. “Yes. Fuck, of course, yes.”

“That’s settled then,” they quietly said, surprised to find a lump in their throat themself. All they could do was just squeeze him back twice as tightly, their hands patting his back fondly as the embrace filled every single nook and cranny in their heart with love.

And if they happened to waste a few more hours holding each other so tight lest they break, locking the door to the aquarium bar behind them as they shared tender touches and pleasured sighs that were lost to the quiet night, then no one was to blame.

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morelikeravenbore · 26 days

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✨Sebastian Sallow spicy alphabet

These are my spicy headcanons for Sebastian when he's in a loving and committed relationship (aged up to 18+, obviously.) Based on how I imagine and write him in most of my spicy oneshots (ie a needy boi 🤭)

🍭 If you're looking for something more wholesome, I also wrote a Sebastian Sallow fluff alphabet.

🦋 A/N: all headcanons are valid, even if yours differ completely to mine.

A - Aftercare: what they’re like after sex.

Let me preface this by saying that Sebastian goes so hard and gives so much that afterwards, he's practically a boneless, wordless jellyfish man. So, while he makes sure you're okay, he mostly only has energy enough to pull you close and give you a little kissy on the head before he passes out.

B - Body part: their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s.

Since Sebastian was touch-starved and denied affection for so long, his favourite body part is his hands: touching you grounds him in reality and reminds him that you're real. He likes the versatility of his hands and the way he can coax so many different reactions from you depending on how and where he touches you. His hands are strong but his fingers are dexterous and nimble, and he uses this to his full advantage, either by caressing you as gently as if you're made of eggshells, brushing your head back from your face, tracing your lips with his thumb — or by pinning your wrists firmly above your head, making you come apart with just his fingers alone or holding you so tightly against him you can't move an inch.

His favourite body part (as I mentioned in my fluff alphabet) is your face. Watching your expressions when he's pleasuring you really gets him off. Pressing your foreheads together, breathing the same breath, intense eye contact all drive him insane.

C - Cum: anything to do with cum, basically.

Sex is a practise in vulnerability for Sebastian, so coming inside you and giving you a part of himself is the ultimate form of intimacy. He gets off on the thought of you carrying some of him inside you, and loves the feeling of you milking him dry when you come together.

D - Dirty secret: pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.

He is needy. On the surface, Sebastian presents himself as this confident, charming assertive guy — and, generally speaking, he is; but when it comes to you, he's often so overwhelmed by the intensity of his feelings that he can't control himself. Being intimate with you goes beyond physical desire, its how he expresses his love in the most pure and vulnerable way he knows how, trusting that when he bares his soul to you, you'll accept and cherish it every time. As a result, he's often at your mercy, begging you to hold him together while he falls apart for you.

E - Experience: how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?

Before you, Sebastian had a little bit of experience, but he'd never been intimate with someone he truly loved, so your first time together really threw him off his game. However, he is incredibly observant, a fast learner and a very enthusiastic student, so he quickly learns what you like best.

F - Favorite position: this goes without saying.

Face to face. Whether it's missionary, straddling his lap, or pressed up against a wall, Sebastian craves that emotional connection as much as he does the physical. He goes crazy for eye contact during sex and loves having you moan and whimper into his mouth.

G - Goofy: are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.

Sex, in Sebastian's opinion, is one of the most fun experiences a person can ever partake in. Laughing, tickling or being silly together usually ends in love making. If you try a new position and it doesn't work, or he attempts talking dirty and it comes out cringe, the two of you will quickly descend into fits of giggles. You have definitely laughed him out of you on several occasions.

H - Hair: how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.

Quite honestly, Sebastian likes the way he looks naked, and takes pride in his body, so he'd keep things neat and tidy but without going overboard. Natural, but groomed.

I - Intimacy: how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect.

Though he's not a "typically" romantic person, Sebastian loves you more than anything or anyone in the world and expresses this most openly in the way he holds you close, kisses you, watches in awe when you fall apart for him. When words fail him, he lets his body speak — and boy does it speak.

J - Jack off: masturbation headcanon.

This boys sex drive is off the freakin charts, lol. He wakes up most mornings with an erection, and if he can't be with you, he's imagining being with you (and this happens a lot, usually at very inconvenient times). He is rather progressive when it comes to sexual health, especially for the time he's living in; having read a lot of anatomy and sexual health books (nicked from the Restricted Section, of course), he doesn't feel any shame about his sexuality, and in fact believes that masturbation is perfectly natural and healthy. In fact, if he tries to deny his urges, he finds he is less productive, more prone to frustrated outbursts, and has difficulty focusing on tasks.

K - kink: one or more of their kinks.

Praise. Sebastian loves to be told he's doing a good job. Calling him a good boy will basically short circuit his brain, but it doesn't matter whether the praise comes verbally or in the form of a mind-shattering orgasm; as long as he knows he's doing a good job, he's a very happy boy.

L - Location: favorite places to do the do.

Honestly, anywhere. He is obsessed with you, and when he needs you — he needs you. As long as he can get you away from prying eyes, he'll do it anywhere.

M - Motivation: what turns them on, gets them going?

Let's face it, it doesn't take much to get Sebastian going — just the thought of you alone is enough to turn him on — but he does especially like it when you're feeling passionate about something, whether you're fervidly telling him off for something, and your face is all cute and red from anger, or if you're rambling about something you absolutely love, or excited about something you've achieved, that spark is something that never fails to drive him crazy with lust.

N - No: something they wouldn’t do, turn offs.

While Sebastian is certainly an intense lover, he doesn't like pain-play or restriction (hands, airways, etc, either his or yours). Anything that makes him feel like he has no control over the situation tends to trigger his trauma responses and leads to anxiety. Given all this past traumas, he only wants to bring pleasure, and can't handle the thought of causing more pain or discomfort to someone he loves.

O - Oral: preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

Since he's so obsessed with your face, Sebastian looooves when you give him head and he can watch how pretty you look when you're on your knees for him. Making direct eye contact will drive him absolutely feral.

In return, he loves using his mouth on you —particularly when you're already overstimulated. and he uses his tongue to slowly coax out another shuddering orgasm.

P - Pace: are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

He likes to think he can take it slow, and usually he starts off with slow and sensual intentions: face kisses, lingering touches, long looks — but he loses himself in you so quickly that before long, he's just a sweaty, groaning sex machine. Hes got stamina though, so even when he's going hard, he's in for the long haul.

Q - Quickie: their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

Though he prefers longer sessions where he can take his time with you, he's not exactly known for his patience, and if he's feeling needy enough, he will definitely take the opportunity to take you quickly.

R - Risk: are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

As mentioned, anything that borders on painful or restrictive is a hard no for him; he just can't take pleasure from "hurting" you, even if its only for play. He does, however, love experimenting with different positions, relishing in all the ways he can use his body to make you come. Being so hungry for knowledge, he reads a lot of sexy books and loves to test

S - Stamina: how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

Sebastian isn't satisfied until you've come at least twice, but will always strive for three or four rounds. He loves sex, he loves having sex with you, and he feels an incredible sense of pride and accomplishment when he makes you feel good. So much so, that he tends to get carried away, and sometimes you have to settle him down so you can recover.

T - Toys: do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

Anything an object can do, Sebastian can do better. Or at least, that's his motto, and he'll live and die by it. He won't deny you if you want to experiment with toys, but he'd prefer to rely on his own faculties to bring you pleasure.

U - Unfair: how much they like to tease.

Leading up to it, Sebastian will tease you and flirt with you like an absolute fiend, whispering dirty things into your ear or teasing your inner thighs under a table, but as soon as you're touching him, he loses all resolve. He's putty in your hands; he simply can't resist you or hold himself back. Tease you all he wants, but orgasm denial is not a term he understands when he finally has you.

V - Volume: how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

Sebastian's the type to moan in your ear, or whimper into the crook of your neck, or plead desperately into your mouth. He's vocal, but he's quiet about it (and usually incomprehensible).

W - Wild card: a random headcanon for the character.

Sebastian doesn't drink. Given his infatuation with the dark arts, his obsessive tendencies and the impulsivity that lead to the death of his uncle, he avoids anything that will comprise the full control of his mind and body.

X - X-ray: let's see what’s going on under those clothes.

He's freckled all over, tall (somewhere around 6ft), lean but lightly muscular. He's got nice broad shoulders, lovely upright posture, and toned forearms with all those yummy veins. He's not particularly long, but he's thick.

Y - Yearning: how high is their sex drive?

If it were physically possible, he'd probably never stop, especially when it's with you — the person he loves with his entire being.

Z - Zzz: how quickly they fall asleep afterwards.

Immediately, lol. Sometimes while he's still on top of you, depending on the intensity and duration of the session, but he always looks so blissed out and happy that you don't mind.

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clov3sr · 1 year

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Wholly | j. bellingham

. a/a — I. love. the. idea. of. mean. couples. Like oh my fucking. BRO.

. c/t w(s) — fem!reader, little spicy nothing crazy chill out, very haphazardly proofread so no promises

. ♫ — make me better; Fabolous, Ne-Yo

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 2:22 ─────ㅇ─── 4:13

—— "the right when I'm wrong, so I never slip; show me how to move, that's why I never trip."

𓆩♱𓆪 THE BAR WAS crowded, riddled with drunk patrons attempting to flag down the bartenders. Jude much preferred the solitude of his private section, but from the bar he could watch you tap the pads of your fingers against your exposed thigh, teasingly looking down at him with that sly smirk that he's beyond proud to say came from him. He's used to hearing dire threats of a man's ego mutilating into fatal hubris, but he can't relate it to being your man; There can only be good that stems from knowing he's the only one who gets to inch his hand up your little dress, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin of your neck. He's the only one who knows how much more overwhelmingly intoxicating your perfume is compared to the drinks he's getting for the two of you. and you're the only one who gets to scratch lightly at the base of his neck and grip his bicep, a warning of your very public location. There's not much else he can say looks as good on you as pure confidence and trust in him.

So much trust that when girls inevitably approach him, he watches as that coy smile widens eagerly, and his eyes don't — can't — leave yours.

He wholly belongs to you.

The hand that slaps his own is rougher than the usual groupies because it's not one. Instead, he glances momentarily to see another man leaning back against the bar counter with him, one who's not even looking at Jude, but straight upwards at you.

"Pretty as hell," is all he leadingly mumbles, and Jude scoffs a bit in annoyance, but it's lost on the former male.

"Yep." He spits in response. Your eyebrows lower slightly in confused amusement. Jude tilts his head up disapprovingly and shakes his head slowly; he adores the silent communication the two of you have developed naturally.

"What're the chances I can bag that?" the anonymous male chuckles, and Jude can feel the thin thread of his patience shearing by the millisecond.

"Zero."

This earns him an entertained grin, and Jude wants to throw his head back in exasperation right then and there. He's heard enough of your stories to know where this is going,

"That a challenge, man?"

It's so infuriating that he can't disprove you when you proclaim that men are trash.

"It was not." His eyes are still on yours, and by the way they degrade in brilliance with every word, you can tell he's not enjoying whatever conversation he's having. Unlike Jude, you find it extremely amusing, covering your mouth as you giggle. His expression is always so telling, and this guy is apparently so dense that he can't tell. That, or it's because the stranger's eyes haven't left you either, so he probably just hasn't seen it yet.

"Dressed like that? All alone in a section? Those types are easy. Just need a bit of attention."

Jude can feel the familiar heat of boiling anger bubble in his chest, but he quells it just barely. He could make his PR team hate their job tonight, but he won't be able to stop himself from rolling his eyes if he has to hear Hendo's fatherly scolding about it. He won't act in the way he desperately wants to, but he does need this guy to shut the hell up immediately.

"She's a woman, not a rescue dog. Watch your fucking mouth."

The man looks over in offense, obviously just now realizing that Jude is not the random bonding type of guy. He shakes his head, as if deciding to let Jude off easy, and pushes himself off the counter. While he begins to strut over to your section, he fixes his posture and pulls his shirt down in an attempt to neaten it.

Just after he takes his leave, the bartender makes it to Jude with a hurried apology, which he assures is unnecessary, and asks for the bottle you both prefer. Two in hand, he's seconds behind the stranger on the way toward you.

"Hello, beautiful."

The prior playfulness that you wore on your face was immediately infected with aversion, your eyes finally leaving Jude to look up at the guy standing over you. Oh, he doesn't know. Shame.

"Hi?" you pull your crossed legs in towards yourself, tilting your body direction anywhere but towards him. He won't get the hint, you've been through too many situations like this to believe he will, but it still makes you feel slightly less revolted regardless.

"You're too hot to be sittin' up here alone, yeah?" He's slurring his words, and you're sure if you were closer you could smell the stench of alcohol and cheap cologne, but the thought of being that close makes you shudder uncomfortably. To your satisfaction, you see Jude emerge with your favorite drink in both hands, and he provokingly sits them on the glass table with a purposeful clink.

"Hmm," your fingertip taps your bottom lip ironically, and for a brief second, you wonder where this side of you came from. There is just something about Jude's conviction that you're his that makes any attempt at you criminally insolent. You'll make sure anybody who tries to get at you or Jude, and everybody around them, know never to try moronic shit like this again, "I am, aren't I?"

Jude frustratingly collapses at your side, practically on top of you, and automatically resumes his position kissing fervidly down your jawline. Occasionally, he'll spend longer on a particular spot, accompanying it with a taunting squeeze of his large hand around your smooth thigh, even as it inches farther up by the second. He's still aware enough, however, to allow you to lean forward a little and grab the neck of your bottle and your glass. He smiles for the first time since this altercation when he hears your breath hitch in pleasure, legs tensing slightly in seek of friction.

As you somehow manage to pour the drink into your glass without spilling it, your eyes dart back up coldly to the man who's still standing there like a deer in headlights. You almost feel bad, but Jude's fingers begin digging into your thigh again, and any mercy you had is stripped away instantaneously. Maybe he's a bad influence in this way, but it's a thrill you wouldn't give up for anything. Your eyebrows furrow in judgment, your nose scrunching up just to seal the look of pure disgust.

Jude's hand leaves your thigh, and you sigh disappointingly at the loss of warmth and pressure. The displeasure is soon sidelined, though, when that hand flicks twice towards the man, a blatant fuck you, shoo, and then returns to rubbing up and down your side. It's like Jude knows just how to spur you on, how to weed out that twinge of evil that you're sure originates from your mother's side. Right now, you decide you want to reward him for giving you that spirit, reciprocally assure him you wholly belong to him, and it's that conviction that laces your spitting tongue with a ruinous venom,

"Why're you still here, freak?"

. a/pn(s) — Mean. Couples. ahehehaha.

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shmolish · 29 days

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AN: My parents walked into my room midway of me making this and asked me what I was doing- 😰 Um... enjoy?

Part 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/shmolish/746719597375504384/hi-read-your-um-possessive-shadow-milk-x-reader?source=share

Shadow Milk Cookie x GN! Reader

Oneshot (1/2)

Warnings: Suggestive scenes, marking, possessiveness, mild swearing. MINORS, DNI.

-Jealousy, jealousy-

You had been talking to someone new at the theater. They were naturally charming, and you couldn't help but laugh at their jokes, and smile at how they spoke.

He was obviously in love with you, but for some reason, you didn't notice.

Those hungry eyes should be obvious to anybody, though.

Little did you know, someone else had been watching the entire time.

A certain blue jester, gazing and silently hating from afar.

He knew he could make you laugh so much harder, smile so much wider... Make you feel so much better.

Surely you hadn't forgotten about him.. right?

If you did... he would just have to remind you.

You were finished talking to that person soon enough, and Shadow Milk took this as the perfect opportunity to reunite with you!

"Hello doll. Been having fun without me?" He had that normal smile on his face, like he always did. To any normal person, it would look like nothing was amiss...

But something was very wrong.. The fact that you were talking and smiling with somebody else. And the way he looked at you with those eyes- Shadow Milk Cookie absolutely despised it.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that." You would just smile awkwardly.

"Say... who exactly was he?" Shadow Milk would ask while taking your hand. He just started walking somewhere with you.

"Oh, just a guy I met today. He's pretty funny," you explained.

Shadow Milk nodded his head before quickly shoving both of you into a janitor closet.

"Ack, what are you-" Shadow Milk Cookie put a finger infront of your lips, promptly sushing you. His old smile was replaced with a more sinister and stern look.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He would take both of your hands and pin them above your head, and you could feel his breath on your neck as he moved closer to it.

"What is this for..?" You'd ask him, breath hitching as he sent butterfly kisses along the side of your neck.

"Doll, you're so oblivious that it hurts."

You could feel him begin to nip at the skin on your neck.

"You seriously didn't notice how he was looking at you?"

You would let out some quiet mewls before responding.

"I guess not-"

He bit down hard on your neck, to which you immediately whined at.

"Doll, you have to be quiet. I know you can take it~ And besides, you wouldn't want someone to hear us, right?" He would ask teasingly. You knew he had that shit-eating grin on his face.

You would shake your head and try your best to stay quiet.

"Struggling, are we? I don't see why. I've been much rougher with you before..."

He would continue sucking and biting at your neck, leaving you no time to rest.

"I guess it's entertaining though."

He moved his other free hand to slowly trail down your side, only stopping to be placed firmly around your waist. He pulled your bodies closer together, yet to him, it was never quiet close enough.

At this point, you were practically melted under his touch, and your legs were trembling.

He had told you time and time again to not be so loud... but it really couldn't be helped.

Purple and red bite marks were dotted all over you neck. There was no hiding all of them..

Shadow Milk would take his knee and nudge between your legs slightly.

"Dove, why don't we take this to the bedroom?

Fin ☆

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erenqueef · 11 days

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𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢★𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

warnings: mature content! - smut

𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒷𝒷ℴ𝓇𝓃 𝒻ℯ𝓂 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇

title: moron

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he gives you a slight shove down on the bench as you tried to get up. "stay put."

"i'm coming with you nanami."

"you are staying here."

"you seriously think i'm gonna sit on my ass while your fighting?"

"will you just listen to me for once?" he raises his voice, you kept quiet after that, he takes his glasses off and pinches the bridge of his nose. "look, i just can't have you hurt. i know it's selfish but-"

"that's a sorry ass excuse nanami. i'm coming. end of story."

"do you have to be so damn stubborn all the time??"

"yes," you stand up again. "i do! and i'm coming with you!"

"why don't you listen to me, y/n?! don't you understand how dangerous this mission is??"

"do you take me for a weak girl??"

"no! damn it y/n of corse not." he sighs. "i just don't want to see you dead."

"so, what your saying is you underestimate me." you click your tongue, nodding and looking away. "okay well fuck you then."

he grits his teeth and grabs the collar if your shirt. "don't give me that bull shit. you know damn well i don't underestimate you. but i know just how much you can take. and it's not much until you fucking break y/n. your a strong women. and you always have been sense we were in high school. but you will. stay. here."

"let go of me." you shove him away. "stop making up sorry half ass excuses. if you don't believe in me just fucking say so!"

"i'm not afraid to hurt you." his fists clench, his eyes beaming through yours. "sit down y/n."

"see? i'm right!" you mockingly chuckle. "i'm fucking right."

he grabs your collar again and pulls you close. "can you shut up for once?!"

your eyebrows furrow, your hands grabbing his wrists. "no i can't! and i don't think i ever will!"

"god i can't fucking stand you sometimes. your lucky."

"lucky? tch, no way in hell are you calling me lucky."

"just sit your stubborn ass down."

"make me."

he shoves you back on the bench, leaning down and pinning your hands to the side of your thighs. "now stop acting like a child and stay put."

you were quiet for a moment, breathing in his breath and looking into his eyes. "why are you doing this?"

"shut your mouth and stay put!" you grit your teeth and try and kick him away but he just grabs your legs and pulls them apart, holding each of them on his sides as you slide down on the bench, you look up at him and he was looking down at you. "is this what it takes to make you listen?"

"still not listening." you scoff.

"well then," he leans forward and grabs your face. "i'm just gonna have to tape that big fucking mouth for you to listen."

you role your eyes, he was so close to your face but you weren't even paying attention to that. "do it then!"

with absolutely no hesitation nanamis lips crash into yours taking you by surprise, his lips felt so good against yours, his tongue gliding around yours as his hand finds it's way around your throat, giving it a light squeeze.

(play: shameless-camila cabello)

you can feel him softly moan against your lips, you grab his tie and pull it so he falls closer to you. but before things got too heated, he pulls away and looks down at you hungrily. "great, look what you've done you moron." he stands up straight, placing his hands on his hips as he shakes his head.

your eyes flick down to his huge fucking dick print. "nanami!" you blush, looking away embarrassment as you do. "what the hell."

"i can't go until you do something about it."

you feel your face go pale. "well.. this is your fault for kissing me!" your gaze goes back to his. "why would you-"

"cause you wouldn't shut the hell up!"

"so do you expect something out of me?!"

"are you gonna sit here and argue with me all night or are you gonna fucking help me with this."

you stand up and pull him in by his tie. "tell me why you don't want me to come with you first."

"cause i can't bare seeing you in danger, there happy?"

you sigh, looking down at his lips again. "why?"

"because i fucking love you okay y/n?? and i have sense high school. are you fucking happy with that? and don't act clueless."

you feel your heart pump faster. "but i thought-"

"you thought nothing. just.. kiss me again."

you say nothing, you and nanami both knew you wanted each other so you let your actions speak. you pull his tie tighter and press your lips against his. your kiss starting again exactly where it left off.

his hands find their ways to your hips, pressing his body against yours. you can feel his hard erection against your stomach. and it was giving you butterflies.

"nanami, come with me." you take his hand and lead him to the family bathroom that was near by. you both find the handicap stall and right when you walk in he locks the door and pushes you against the wall, you fall down and sit on the toilet as he looks down at you.

"now do something about this."

"with pleasure."

you unbuckle his belt, he watches you intensely. watching you unzipper his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear. his pretty cock twitching for your touch. his tip laced with pre cum.

you grab his cock and rub your thumb against his coated tip. "do you seriously love me?" you smirk, looking up at him as you tease his tip.

"do i seem like the guy to be doing this with any girl?"

"touché." without warning you teasingly swirl your tongue around his tip, a moan escaping from his lips as he grabs your hair with both of his hands and moves it out of the way, holding it as if it was in a pony tail.

"y/n," he moans. "can i be a little rough?"

"go ahead-"

he shoves your face down on his hard length. lifting one of his legs on the toilet seat as he face fucks you. thrusting in and out of your mouth, he grips your hair like you were gonna run away if he wasn't holding on. "oh fuck," he groans as you take his cock expertly down your throat. "your so pretty y/n. your lips are so pretty. look up at me y/n now. look up."

you look up at him, your mascara smudging and trickling down your cheeks as you suck him down. he moans louder as you look at him. "that's it, look at you finally doing as your told. now you wanna listen to me? i hope you know i'm taking that to full advantage." he presses your mouth further down and fucks it even faster. "i already feel like i'm gonna cum."

he pulls out of your mouth and slaps your face with his cock, you grin up at him as he starts stroking himself. "where do you want it?" he whispers.

"all over my fucking face."

"got it." his head tosses back as he strokes himself, you help him by placing your tongue at his tip, wiggling it around till he finally shoots ropes over your completely ruined face and inside your mouth. "fuck." he moans, looking back down at you. "good girl swallow it. swallow it y/n. swallow the mess you made."

you obediently swallow his salty load. earning a smile from him.

"listening to me again? your such a good girl." he says as he bends down and pecks your cum coated lips. "now your gonna stay here. and im gonna go. if i find out you followed me i'm gonna kill you understand?"

"fine. you better come back in one piece."

"i promise i will, i love you, moron."

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johnslittlespoon · 23 days

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Ok going anon for this one lol. So your posts about edging made me think of the opposite like I have such a kink for John coming too early like he is so turned on by Gale he can’t help it. (Thinking of one of those 5 things fic too like 5 times John finishes too early). This also feeds into my John praise kink which is my favorite like what if John just comes from Gale praising him? Gale would find it super hot and delight in making him come untouched or come in his pants. I’m just so into needy!desperate! John.

YUPPP yuppp this shit lives rent free in my head oh my god. needy desperate john is everything. i agree 1000%– with other people john's been with, he's been balanced, doesn't get worked up by specific tiny things, doesn't feel on the verge of coming in his pants from a stray look.

but with gale? the slightest thing sets john off, and sits at the front of his brain all day, getting him more and more flustered until they're finally alone and any restraint is out the window. (he's literally galesexual)

the first time it happens, john is mortified, tries to cover it up with his usual loud–mouthed confidence, cracking a joke when he recovers, but gale is just like fuck. fuck, that was hot. they're probably proper making out for the first time, and john's pressed to the navigator's table in an empty plane, and gale tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth so briefly, but suddenly john's spilling into his own briefs with a ragged moan, fingers digging into gale's waist.

the awkward "oh." from john when his vision comes back, and gale's breathy "did you...?" and john's reluctant nod. gale groans against his lips, pushes back into the kiss hard, pressing his hips against john's, head spinning with how hot it is that he got off on so little.

and the praise kink would for sure feed into it, it's such a thing for both of them– and as much as gale likes being praised too, there's just something about watching john absolutely glow when he sweet talks him, telling him how well he's doing, how pretty he looks; gale can't get enough of the reactions he gets from it.

but one evening john's deep in that pliant, floaty headspace, probably on his knees between gale's legs, face warm and flushed with a mouth full of dick. gale's just barely rocking his hips, hands petting at john's hair, being so soft and sweet with him, murmuring about how he's doing so good, taking him so well, so pretty on his knees for him.

and then he tugs gently at john's hair to get him to look up, admiring the hollow of his cheeks, the pink of his lips around him. groans low in his chest and rumbles out "oh bucky, such a good boy for me." and john whines loud around him, eyes rolling back before they snap shut, hips bucking up against nothing as he comes untouched, thighs shaking where he keeps his hands firmly in place because he hasn't been told he can do otherwise.

gale barely keeps it together as he watches his jaw go slack around his cock, quickly pulling out to jerk himself off, rambling out praises as john falls apart beneath him, painting the prettiest face and lips to the tune of john's raspy broken whimpers as he trembles between his legs, curls all wild and knuckles white with how hard he's gripping his thighs. it's the hottest thing gale's seen and he definitely leans into it in the future, wanting to see if john can get off without a single touch, just by listening to his voice.

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dollfacedsl1ut · 7 months

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I missed you

Aeri Uchinaga X fem bodied! reader

word count: i have no idea

WARNINGS: smut, fluffy ending??, vanilla sex, breeding? (Idk), thigh fucking, penetration, Giselle just misses her gf:((, I think I’m missing sm..

(giselle is the blue text and reader is pink (i love pink sm)

A/N: I’m sorry if this seems so rushed M’SORREY

1:42 a.m.

It's nearly 2 am when giselle finally comes home from tour her tired and sore body walking through your shared apartment as she opens the room door seeing you asleep in bed.....

so tempting in giselles eyes you're asleep unaware of the pervertic thoughs going through her mind she suddenly felt a rush of blood fill her cock as she crept towards the bed caressing your soft skin as the cold metal of her rings graze your body...

The slow touches made giselle go crazy as she slotted herself between your plush thighs, quickly undoing her belt she slides her cock in between your thighs as she ruts between them slowly savoring the warmth her soft moans and whimpers filling the room as she starts to move faster accidentally waking you up

"missed you soo much y/n"

She keeps thrusting in between your thighs as causing soft whimpers to escape your lips as the tip of her cock grazes your clothed core with each thrust

"i need more please-"

Giselle smiles softly as she flips you over on your back sliding your now drenched panties aside you started at her angry red cock leaking pre cum "has it always been this big" you think to yourself a wave of worry washes over "what if it doesn't fit..s'been so long since i've seen you" Giselle gazes at you with a soft looks as she cups your cheeks in her cold hand "it'll fit trust me okay" Although you were a bit worried but giselle slides her cock inside your cunt slowly her pre cum creating a small ring around the base of her thick cock, the slow but sensual thrusts inside your cunt your tummy starts to flutter as she keeps rutting inside you, high pitched moans fill the room as giselle press down on the bulge forming in your belly "s'good m-missed you so bad" your quiet voice failed you but giselle still heard you as she bends down pampering your neck in kisses.

You felt your climax coming so did giselle she started rubbing your clit with her thumb as you arch your back off the bed your thighs tremble as you came over her cock triggering her release as well she stayed inside after pulling out slowly as the mix of cum trailed out your cunt "so fucking pretty" giselle grabs a nearby cloth as she cleans you up then fixing your shorts and tucking her cock back into her boxers.

The scent of sex mixed with a lavender candle on the dresser filled the room as giselle pecked your forehead before cuddling you to sleep.......

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mmag-translations · 11 months

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sarahthebanished · 2 years

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The one where Eddie is obsessed with your ass and gets himself worked up when you’re trying to go to sleep.

18+ Short one shot. Smut. Quickie. Unprotected sex. Ass worship. Begging. Cum shot. Mild dirty talk. No plot, just porn. Tenderness.

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Did he just bite your ass? He definitely just bit your ass.

Laying across the bed on your side, in just your shirt and panties, you were SO tired you had almost fallen asleep immediately upon contact. Eddie was, of course, practically worshipping your backside. Squeezing and grabbing at the cheeks, his cold rings pressing into your warm skin. Bending over to plant kisses, lick, nibble, bite at the flesh. “Baby,” you groaned in a half hearted effort to get him to stop. “You’re gonna get yourself all worked up.”

He stood up from the bent position he had been in, pressed himself into you, and said blatantly “Too late.”

You chuckled and looked over your shoulder at him, his eyes wide with arousal. “I’m so sleepy, Eddie,” you protested. “Don’t have the energy.”

“Just stay there, sweetheart. I’ll do all the work.” He watched your face carefully.

You smiled and laid your head back down, a silent consent, and you heard him fumbling frantically to get his belt undone and pants pulled down.

He spanked your cheek roughly, pushing your legs up towards your chest to poke your ass out even further. “So, so good to me,” he praised, hooking your panties in this thumb and pulling them upwards, holding them out of the way of your slit.

In an instant, he was pushing inside of you. You moaned at the sensation. His thrust were gentle at first, but grew faster as you made noises of approval and looked up at him. Sleepily, you laid there, muscles relaxed and folded up under his gaze, being fucked into like a toy.

“Mmm” you whimpered softly, running a hand around your breast that was bouncing in response to his thrusts. You twisted your own nipple and Eddie groaned loudly at the sight.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he moaned a compliment down on you as his pace quickened and his breath hitched. Knowing he was close, you encouraged him without a word, staring into his eyes. His grip on your cheek and thigh tightened as he thrusted faster and faster into your tight, wet heat.

“You gonna cum for me, Eddie?” You asked, already knowing the answer. “Mmhmm”, was all he answered, unable to form words due to the pleasure. He bucked into you a few more times, before you felt a sudden absence, and the hot droplets of his orgasm rained down across your exposed hip and ass cheek as he grunted with satisfaction.

He leaned over your torso, kissing you sweetly a few times. “Thanks baby,” Eddie expressed his gratitude earnestly, “let me get you a towel.”

After cleaning himself off of you, he adjusted your panties into the proper position and stripped down, crawling into bed next to you.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” he kissed your forehead before laying down on his own pillow. “G’night baby,” you replied quietly, already drifting off to sleep.

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honeeslust · 5 months

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Satoru and the blinfold

🖤 Let's be clear every version of Satoru is a treat...

Satoru with the mask wants to fuck you in the mirror. He won’t undress, he just undoes his belt and pulls his dick out, smilin and patting his thighs inviting you to take a seat. You're already dripping from the invitation alone. He loves the way you moan when it slides in, your nails dig into his thighs and your ready to work that dick. but as soon as you try to move, he's talking that slick shit in your ear. Be a good girl and sit still, I like the way you feel when your greedy. desperate to move you're crying to him Toru no please I need it. He likes when you beg but the pretty-eyed menace just taunts you with gentle flicks of his fat cock inside you. Look at yourself, see how sexy you are when you’re impatient. You're looking but your desperation has you so delirious that you can't even see straight. that's my good girl sittin so pretty fer me huh? Yes all for you, anything for you baby please let me move. No no, You want this cum don't you. yes I want it, I want all of it. Then watch me make you make you dumb on this dick, open your eyes and look. You're staring at yourself, stuffed full of cock but unable to to a thing about it. It has you twisting inside. your pussy is screaming for even the slightest movement from him. Satoru pinches your nipples and licks your ear. You can’t see his eyes but the way he’s beaming at your reflection tells you all you needs to know. That he's loving this, his white hair peeks out over the blindfold, his porcelain skin contrasting your own perfectly. It really is a sight to see. he bucks it into you just to hear your cute little moans and feel the spasms that ricochet around his length. There she is, he says slipping his hands under your thighs and pulling them apart as he prepared to pump you full of his dick. He loves the way your naked body looks against his fully clothed one. Not to mention he knows you’ve got a thing for the blindfold.

Satoru needs to see how you fuck your self when you ride him. He pulls that one side away from his eye when he lets go of your hips so you can control the angle in which his cock prodded your g spot. Keep fucking yourself, just like that pretty baby. He groans as the circles you churn against him has your nails dragging across his chest. He lifts thighs to support you as you swirl your hips grinding down and making your self come again and again while he lies back appreciating the way your body moved. When you collapse on his chest thinking you made yourself come hard enough, he's palming your cheeks, moving that ass up and down opposite the thrusts of his hips. At first he goes slow, praising you and giving you hickies as he fucked himself up into you. By the time hes bouncing you, your shaking and drooling from your mouth and pussy as he pins you against his chest. You're crying in his ear just how he likes while he bullies that cock in and out of your tight little hole. The one heavenly eye that you could see was dimming with his own impending release. Keep taking it for me like that. Yes yes yes baby fuck ima give you all this cum. He goes crazy in that pussy hammering into your soaked center with a cock felt like it was designed just for your pussy. Look at how you break for me baby he says as his erratic thrusts falter from how weak in the knees you made him. He kisses you hard, moaning your name and spilling his load into your swollen womb.

Satoru with no mask is ready to drown in that pretty pussy. He sweet talks your wetness at he tastes you. I love tickling this pretty clit he says swirling his finger around the little bead. It's the eye contact when he finally slides a lazy pink tongue through the wet crease. You like that, you like when I tease it, don't you baby? he taunts you, pressing kisses to trembling bundle of nerves So-fucking-good- He has you clenching a fistful of this snowy strands between your fingers and the harder you pull the more he groans yesss let me have it all. Satoru fucks you with his tongue easily making you squeal his name. Sweeter than fruit baby, keep feeding me I'm always hungry for this delectable little cunt of yours he says surlping your both openings and rudely smacking his lips over your clit. His mouth makes out with your pussy so good that your body can't even handle the shock. He has to hold you down, forcing your legs back so you watch him devouring you. His sky blue gaze hypnotizes you as he adds his fingers, pulsing and curling into that sweet spot. Again hes slurping away, not wanting to waste a single drop of your essence. By the time your head stops spinning, he’s wiping the corners of his mouth, fully pleased with himself as he should be.

Satoru in the sunglasses is stealing a quickie with you before he meets with the higher ups. They get on his fucking nerves and what better remedy than your pussy which was always ready to pacify him. After kissing you long and hard as soon as you approached him, he forces you over the top of his desk, dragging your pants and thong off at once. With a pop he's in and he's deep, already making you cry out his name with a high pitched squeal when he jammed his cock right into your cervix. He opted for his sunglasses today but the blindfold is always ready for you. He pulls it out of his pocket and reaches around. He shoves it in your mouth as he mounted you. In need of release, he's already fucking you hard and fast, the clapping sounds ringing throughout the walls of his office. Let me get these hips baby, I wanna ride this pretty pussy c'mon. Arch that ass for me. Fucking you with one leg up, there is no way to hide from that dick. It's just blow after blow to your tender uterus. He growls like a rabbid beast as he beats that pussy out the frame. Your gonna feel this dick tomorrow baby. Unggh - your so fucking perfect. Let me fuck you stupid pretty girl. He was right in the way he could leave you senseless. His unrelenting cock is all you can think about. so you’re not even worried that even with your mouth stuffed you're still loud enough to be heard across the hall. Ugh ugh ugh ugh!!!sto-ru-uh-uh-uh your muffled cries had him swollen tight in your walls as he dove deeper. Ssss-close baby, come on this dick, I'm coming with you. Mmmh fuck baby fuck fuck fuck. He hisses cramming into you to the hilt, releasing all kinds of thick creamy cum into you while your slick walls held his engorged length hostage. Shit, they're here he says pulling out and tucking his shirt back in as you fixed your clothes. The kiss he gives you on the way out is laced with the promise of giving you more once he got home. You leave smiling ear to ear to yourself as you walked past the higher ups with your Satorus hot cum soaking your panties.

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