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every time I think I’m capable of being normal about Brian May I see another photo or video of him in those new military-style jackets and I once again lose my goddamn mind
#the black and red one looks so fucking good on him it makes me feral#I never thought something could look better on him than the tank tops do but I mean !!!!!!!#text#brian#anyway happy birthday dr may who is still ruinously gorgeous at the young age of 75
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DPxDC Au: Normally when Danny vandalizes ancient cave walls and historic places on his 'favor' missions for Clockwork, he gets sent back to erase them. But no, apparently this time, when Danny added his actual phone number into some painting, he's not allowed to go back and fix it. Ugh.
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Tim has had the painting of Bruce professionally reviewed a few times since the old Bat was retrieved from the time stream. He's not entirely sure how the painting still exists, he's not even sure that it matters any more... But one day Tim catches something new in the painting.
It was small, and it could've just been the light at first but... Is that a phone number in the background?? It looks like black marker on the black curtains and it makes him feel feral. The family is kinder this time about how they think he's gone crazy- but each one of them admit that they can't remember a phone number ever being present.
The lab reports that the number was added over the paint- and that it's an ink based marking akin to a sharpie but like, hundreds of years old. So... It's been added recently but not at all recently enough for Tim to have an explanation.
Tim doesn't want to hear any more of his family members opinions on the matter and he certainly isn't going to just, stop investigating or something stupid like that. So, he takes the painting to the tower, gathers his team (Cassie, Kon and Bart), and they call the number in the middle of the night after a lot of planning/back-and-forth/catastrophizing.
It doesn't answer until the final ring, and the static that comes through the phone is bone chilling. A deep, monstrous groan which echoed with agony fills the room.
"I have a math test in like, three hours, who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you calling in the middle of the night?" The voice now complains, still sounding vaguely inhuman despite it's very human word choices.
"Your number is in a historical painting, we had a few questions but uh, you can call us back later?" Tim cringes as he says it but he hadn't planned on having to reply to someone trying to go back to bed. Or someone who was apparently also a teenager. (He had so, so many contingency plans for like, every kind of villain, alien or demon. lame.)
"...Ugh. might as well." The voice calls out, agreeing with a sigh that echos so deeply the team can feel it in their bones.
"Cool. Good luck on your test?" Tim offers.
"Mph." And the line hangs up.
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Danny is at lunch with Sam and Tucker when he remembers the late night call. He'd spent the morning bitching about never getting a full night of sleep and it finally occurred to him what had happened. Of course his friends think it's hilarious that CW wouldn't let him erase his number. Of course they do.
They stop laughing when Danny calls the number back.
"Hello, this is Red Robin of Gotham. I have Superboy, Wonder girl and Impulse present with me. How did your math test go?"
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny phantom#dc crossover#dp crossover#long post#let danny be a shit head kid who puts the weird s on historical documents#clockwork always has him clean up his messes but not this time#this time he holds it over his head and danny is so annoyed#yj just want answers and dammit the horrors persist but so do they#someone please continue this#i beg
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"Pull On It. Harder."
Synopsis. He liked to wear that little black hair tie everywhere. Why? Oh, it just reminds him of the way you tie his hair into a pretty lil’ ponytail - all while he's tonguefúcking you to insanity.
Pairings. Multiple x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, cunnilingus, rough oral (female receiving), unprotected, overstim, slightly long haired! boys, they’re just a bit mean here, pet names (sweetheart), swearing.
Word count. 1.2k
A/N. I love long haired men and no one can do anything ab it.
He’s never seen without that little black hair tie around his wrist.
He likes to take it with him, thumbing that red imprint on his skin whenever he misses you. It makes him think of how he’d run his hands through your hair at night. Or how you’d intertwine your fingers with his when out on dates.
And, of course, how you’d gather his locks and tie it into a pretty little ponytail while he tonguefucks you into insanity.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Barely even touched you and already so wet f’me.”
Nose-deep in your pussy, his bangs partially cover his heavenly view of you - spread underneath him, thighs trembling and cunt dripping all over his freshly cleaned bed sheets. Good, he thinks deliriously, preferring your scent to the overly artificial softener anyway.
He isn’t too worried, though, knowing you’ll work your magic with his hair soon enough. Soon.
“Soon” happens to be when he’s pooling your sweet juices on his lips. Relentless tongue dipping in and out of your quivering hole at a maddening pace. In and out in and out in and-
“Oh, fuck, baby- Hngh- faster, fucking me on your tongue s’good.” Hips bucking up into his hot mouth for more more more. Making out heatedly with your pussy with the urgency of a madman. Stray strands sticking to his forehead, he looks up at you through half-lidded, absolutely feral eyes that devour you almost as much as the mouth on your cunt - soon.
Tongue bullying past your swollen folds, crooking just right to fuck you on it the way he needed to with his throbbing cock. “Yeah, just like that.” you moan deliriously.
His hair tie digs into his skin, as well as yours, as he forces your thighs on his shoulders, reaching to draw tight, little circles on your needy clit. Methodical, and purposeful.
He knew you were close when you reached down to urgently cup his head, bunching those silky locks in two trembling hands. Ever the gentleman - his hand expertly leaves its bruising grip spreading your thighs so shamefully open. Letting you all but rip off the hair tie off it.
Shaky fingers running through his locks, his breath hitches so deliciously as you hastily secure his soft strands into a small, loose ponytail. Movements urgent and as jerky as the snap of that small hair tie.
Ah, there he was - you could cum just from seeing the absolutely feral look on his face. It should be a crime for those beautiful features to be covered by anything other than your dripping cunt.
A predatory grin tugs at his lips against your swollen ones as you finish tying the small band. Ah, now he can really get into it. Your back arches, using the ponytail as leverage to demand more. Need more as he makes out with your pussy with newfound vigor.
Nails digging into his scalp, searing with your grip. You know he doesn’t mind - in fact, he even leans into your touch with a guttural groan, swallowing hard as he drives his tongue deeper into you.
It’s messy - both the ponytail and the way he speeds up maddeningly, your slick smearing across his pretty face, trailing down to the sheets below. Tongue continuing its relentless abuse - over and over and-
At a merciless rhythm that has the bed creaking and you whining in pleasure - the neighbors were sure to file another noise complaint. Annoying old fuckers, should give them a real show.
His breaths are almost as ragged as yours now - because fuck oxygen, he wanted to see his pretty girl fall apart on his tongue. A munch - as you liked to often joke - with no care in the world for anything other than making you cum hard enough to see stars.
“Fuck, baby- m’gonna- m’gonna hngh-”
And not only do you see stars, you probably see the pearly gates of heaven as you cum on his mouth. Convulsing and hips rutting up to ride out your high on his pretty face. Eyes dazed, lips swollen and absolutely pussy-drunk.
That sinful glint in his eyes stays as he pulls away, an obscene trail of saliva and your slick connecting your lips to his chin. Cheeks flushed so deceivingly innocently, strands of silky hair falling out of that disheveled ponytail. A true masterpiece.
He watched you intently, drinking in every dip and curve. Breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking.
But the games are over now.
“Spread them f’me, sweetheart.”
Looming over you, eyes burning with raw desire. Cock throbbing and leaking delicate beads of precum as he positions himself, furiously flushed tip nudging your sloppy hold. He pumps himself. Once. Twice. Being merciful enough to give you a second of respite.
Without warning, he surges forward. Bullying his thick cock into your snug cunt in one, swift thrust. Not stopping till he’s all the way. His lips crush against yours, stifling your cry of pain and pleasure at finally getting what he’s been teasing you with for so long.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into your dripping cunt. Nails raking down his sculpted back as he starts up a feral, unforgiving pace. Each ram of his cock into your cunt erratic, hitting your cervix and pulsing against that one spot deliberately. Again. And again. Like a madman possessed.
“Baby- Hngh-” you whine sinfully, hips bucking wildly against to meet his almost-animalistic cadence, reaching out a shaky arm towards him. He knows what that means. How could he not?
Holding your hungry gaze as he leans down, sweaty forehead meeting yours. One hand cradles your face, while the other hooks a finger underneath that godforsaken hair tie and pulls. Letting the ponytail - that at this point could barely even be called one - fall apart, just as you were underneath him.
Eyes glassy and dazed, soft little ah! ah! ah! leaving you at each thrust. The only thing behind those pretty eyes being him and the big cock stuffing you full. So close to cumming.
Bangs partially covering the sinful view that was you - but right now, he didn’t care. Not when you’re snaking a hand up to his locks and pulling. Hard.
“Yeah, just like that. Pull on it. Harder.” Fucked-out, broken little grunts leave his throat as he lets you continue your little ministrations, tugging on his hair especially hard when he purposefully misses that little spot he knew drove you wild. Over and over.
Now, he doesn’t want to sound like a masochist - his friends would probably laugh their asses off at that - it’s just it hurts so good when it’s you.
Which is why, two strong hands rest above your head, fingers lacing, pushing you down down down impossibly deeper onto his throbbing cock. You keen in response, “Ah! Hngh- oh, baby jus’ like that. M’gonna cum.”
Ha, as if he’d be that nice.
Pulling out in one, fluid motion, he relishes in your disappointed whine at the sudden disappointment. Taking the opportunity to gather your hair in his fists, fingers deftly forming a makeshift ponytail with a snap! of that little hair tie.
Leaning down to whisper in your ear, voice gravelly and hot against your ear. “Not yet. Suck on my cock without this ponytail falling apart, sweetheart. Then we’ll see about that orgasm, hm?”
Because you love to see his face.
And, of course, he loves to see yours.
- GETO, CHOSO, GOJO, Kuroo, KENMA, Sakusa, EREN, Jean
A/N. I’m ngl this is very much self-indulgent pls.
Plagiarism not authorized.
#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk x you#aot x reader#aot smut#aot x you#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x you#geto x reader#choso x reader#gojo x reader#kuroo x reader#kenma x reader#sakusa x reader#eren x reader#jean kirsten x reader#tonywrites#gojo smut#jjk
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“you're squirming a lot for someone who swore they could take it.”
SATORU had your legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounded into you senselessly, one of his big, slender hands made its way down to your clit, rubbing circles on it, causing you to jolt. whiny moans constantly slipped past your lips, and your vision was going black. “so f-fucking good, satoruuu…” both his hands tightly grabbed your thighs now, throwing his head back as a loud groan emits from his chest. his face inched closer to yours as his icy gaze pierced directly into yours. “mhm… feels good, yeah?”
the lewd, wet noises made it all even nastier… his eyes shifted down to watch how tightly your sopping cunt was clenching around him, and he couldn't help but be amused at the view. “haah… you hear that? pussy’s talking to me, huh?” his face still had barely any distance from yours, his eyes were flooded with that lecherous look inside of them… the head of his dick kept reaching that sweet spot inside of you, he was slamming into you like he's fucking a fleshlight.
his strokes were just cruel, he mumbled “uh-huh” with every few moans that came from you. “o-oh my goddd… satoru–!” you couldn't feel an inch of your body, except for just how fucking deep inside he was, balls slapping against your ass leaving the skin there bright red. you had no way to escape no matter how much you thrashed around, he was practically fucking you into the sheets.
“gonna cum for me, baby?” his breath fanned against your face as he spoke, your brows knitting together, complete gibberish was all you were speaking, you made all sorts of grunts and moans that were far from a coherent answer. your legs were spasming and shaking, sweat glistening on your forehead. one of his hands sneaked up to your neck and firmly wrapped around it, saliva dripping onto his hand from your mouth that was hung open widely, your tongue almost lolling out, it looked pornworthy. “i asked you a question, pretty girl.”
“s-shutting your mouth won't be a bad idea.” you replied, slowly coming undone as his hand around your throat tightened its hold, not enough to prevent your breathing but enough to get your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “what was that?” the sound of his voice alone makes you lose yourself, you started to feel your skin tingling with that familiar feeling in your stomach as he practically broke you with each snap his hips made into yours.
“i said shut–” satoru cuts you off with a harsh thrust, your nails almost tearing the sheets from how hard you dug your nails into them as you yelped. he hums, with a wide grin spread across his face that made you want to slap him, even though it was sexy as fuck. your insides began to churn up as you pathetically whined beneath him.
“watch that pretty mouth, sweetheart.”
his cock drilled inside of you at a mean pace, you were going feral with not an inch of composure left. you felt satoru contracting and twitching inside your walls, they were hugging him so good he felt like he was in a trance. you watched his expression, his chest rumbling with loud, shaky groans. the pleasure continuously grew in your core, the ache between your legs overwhelming. you gushed your fluids onto him with a loud cry, your nerves all over the place as your entire body gave out. “oh fuuck—!” he fucked you through your orgasm, working his way to his own release.
“fuuuck…” he shoots his load deep inside of you, holding onto both sides of your waist for dear life as he quivered… beads of sweat trickled down his neck, huffing as he takes a moment to slowly gather his breath. you hear a squelch as he slowly pulls out of your pussy, his eyes following his cum spilling out and running down your folds. he leans down beside you to caress your cheek.
his hands traveled down your thighs as he whispered, chuckling at your fucked out expression and the way your eyes were barely staying open. one of your hands slid down to your pussy, your fingers coating in the mess that was down there. you felt how stretched out you were, your gaping hole making the nastiest sounds just from a simple touch. you sighed, your eyelids going heavy.
maybe you shouldn't watch your mouth more often.
#gojo x reader#anime#gojou satoru x reader#satoru x reader#gojo x you#jjk gojo#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo x y/n#satoru x y/n#jjk smut#gojo smut#gojo satoru smut#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#anime smut#jjk satoru#satoru gojo#呪術廻戦
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mdni (luke castellan)
thinking thoughts of luke castellan and car sex.
you’re out on a quest or some shit and something— everything goes so wrong. and luke is just so frustrated.
he’s in the driver’s seat, fuming, im talking veins popping out on his temple and his hands are gripping the wheel until his knuckles are white and you should be scared because you’ve only seen him like this once or twice before and that didn’t end up well. but you’re not.
you’re turned on.
something about imagining his hand around your neck while he’s pumping all his frustrations into you like you were nothing but a fuck toy to him makes your tummy feel weird.
he doesn’t notice it at first because his eyes are on the dark, empty road, but then he sees your thighs press together and he smirks.
his baby is horny.
he signals right and you’re confused because camp was still a few miles away and there was nothing around you guys to stop at. then he puts the car in park and kills the battery. he’s on you after the headlights turn off.
it’s all teeth and groans and luke is undoing your seatbelt so you can climb over the middle console of the car and get on his lap. he doesn’t pull his lips away from you while he pushes the driver seat back.
he’s thrusting up into you, moaning into your mouth when he feels the slick through your leggings and he’s feral. he wants to taste you.
he opens the door and practically shoves you out of it to lead you to the backseat and for the first time, he’s actually thankful that camp was in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere because he’s hard as a rock and the tent in his pants is borderline embarrassing.
you’re laying down with your elbows propped on the armrests in the backseat and luke is on his knees. he’s looking at you with those eyes, and you know that it means he’s not stopping until he pulls two orgasms out of you.
he feels hot in his shirt so he takes it off and tosses it somewhere before he’s pulling your thighs with a yelp and propping your legs on his shoulders. he just devours you.
his tongue is relentless on your pussy, sucking and licking at your clit that you can’t stop yourself from thrashing around.
he slaps your ass hard enough to leave a print and he’s mumbling into you, “stay fucking still.”
and you’re whining telling him you’re trying but it feels too fucking good and he adds two fingers with his tongue and you lose it.
he’s reaching deep until he feels that spongy area inside of you. bingo.
his fingers keep hitting the spot and then you’re cumming all over his face. he knows he should pull away because he cant breathe but he physically can’t bring himself to. your taste is so intoxicating.
he’s breathing heavy when you shove his face away, overstimulated. your wetness is all over his chin and he’s grinning at you like he just won the goddamn lottery.
when your body gives out and one of your legs slip from his shoulder, your knee accidentally brushes against his hard cock and he hisses.
“you got another one for me?”
you want to say no because your last orgasm was so intense you almost blacked out but luke’s lips are puffy and wet and his pupils are dilated so wide you can barely make out the brown in his eyes, so you nod.
he’s quick to undo the buttons on his pants, like he’d burst if he wasn’t inside you in the next ten seconds. he thinks he actually might.
he pushes his pants down just enough to let his dick spring up, angry and red, dripping in precum. he sticks his cock inside you and you’re moaning, babbling incoherent words.
he’s gritting his teeth so he doesn’t make any noise but when you reach for his hand— he thinks you want to hold it, and he’s more than happy to show his baby he loves you— and guide his fingers around your throat, the sound that leaves luke’s lips is sinful.
he squeezes gently, just enough to make you lightheaded and make your next orgasm come quicker. you can’t say anything else but luke, luke, luke, please.
you don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore but with the way you look under him right now, luke would give you anything in the world if you asked for it.
he tears his eyes away from your fucked out face for a second and watches the way his dick moves in and out of your pussy. there’s sweat dripping down his chest and you want to lick it off him but you don’t have any energy left to sit up.
he’s rutting into you fast, chasing his own release. and you pull him back to look at you because you’re telling him you’re close and luke wants to see you finish.
when the coil in your tummy finally snaps, you’re practically yelling at the amount of pleasure you’re feeling. luke removes the hand from around your throat and he reaches for the foggy window to hold himself up. as he cums into your spent pussy, his hand makes a hand print on the glass and he groans.
he pulls out of you with a whimper, his cock softening as he tucks it back into his pants. he watches as you catch your breath, licking his lips at the sight of his cum seeping out of you.
“look at my baby,” he cooes, unable to stop himself from taking his fingers and shoving it back into you so you don’t waste his cum. “so pretty when you’re all fucked out for me.”
you don’t make it back to camp until the next day.
#i am having thoughts#luke castellan blurb#luke castellan one shot#luke castellan fic#luke castellan smut#luke castellan x you#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan fanfic#luke castellan#luke castellan pjo#mdni
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Split Decision
* ˚ ✦ MDNI ✦ ˚ *
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ i woke up this morning w a slutty, feral, urgent need for some soukoku x fem!reader smut and this fic just kinda poured out of me (literally), 3.7k words. porn with a plot. (hope u like it nasty) you're an intern, ending your last day in Yokohama when you're approached at the hotel bar by two men who have one very pressing question for you: red or white wine? i was melting into an actual puddle writing this so lemme know whatcha think, luv u ♡ (and as alwaaayysss, thank u to the loml @bratbby333 for proofreading and being just as fucking pumped for this to come out as i was ♡) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ
You were tired, exhausted after a day filled with meetings that you barely contributed anything to. You were grateful for your internship, happy that it held the promise of a job right after graduation but being in Yokohama for the last two days had been a bit lackluster.
You sat at the bar of your hotel with lazy, muffled jazz music dancing around you as you fiddled with the straw in your empty cocktail glass.
The trip itself hadn't been all bad. The days were long, but you'd managed to make the most of your nights. The firm you were interning for was gracious enough to make it an all-expenses paid trip and you'd definitely taken full advantage of that over the last week.
You'd spent your nights in the most upscale restaurants the city had to offer, taking yourself on little dates to pass the time. You'd found yourself sitting alongside powerful businessmen and prominent executives that made you feel important even though you were still very much on the outskirts of their social circles. You had been a fly on the wall, quietly observing a world that you could only hope to one day be a part of.
It'd been a learning experience if nothing else. A secret glimpse into how rich men behaved when they thought no one was watching. There was something intoxicating about it all. Something that made you want to try harder when you got back home. You were determined to have this sort of life for yourself one day and you would.
That's what made being responsible tonight all the more important. Your flight back home was set to leave at 6 am. Your bags were already packed and waiting for you in your room. As tempting as it was to venture out into the city again, you needed to be well-rested and level-headed when you woke up tomorrow. So, you'd kept your promise to yourself and settled on slipping into your last clean black dress and grabbing a few drinks at the hotel bar to end your makeshift vacation.
Your legs dangled from your stool, the strap of your dress slipping down your arm as you yawned. The bar had been mostly vacant all night. People passing by, but never actually staying for more than one drink. The vintage grandfather clock at the corner of the room watched you tauntingly, another sway of its heavy arms indicating that it was nearing midnight.
You knew it was time to head back. Your hand reached out to bell for the bartender when two opposing, but equally powerful drinks were suddenly placed at either side of you.
A deep, rich red wine on your left and a deceptively alluring white wine on your right. Your eyes hesitantly drifted between the two men that were now occupying the seats next to you, the warmth of their bodies radiating off of them as they sized you up.
"Which one will it be, angel?" His voice was like velvet, a dangerous smirk creeping across his face as his brown eyes met you. His partially bandaged fingertips slowly pushed the Chardonnay towards you. "You look like a woman of good taste. Honestly, I think you'd like this one much better."
A gloved hand rested on the small of your back, gently turning you around to face him instead. His disheveled red hair and azure gaze were hard to ignore as he nudged the Cabernet closer to you. "Tch, you're too pretty for that cheap shit." He smirked. "Besides, I bet you're wantin' something that would hit way deeper than that, right?"
Your breath was suddenly lodged in your throat, an ache burning between your legs at the sheer shamelessness of it all.
The brunette's smile was piercing, his stare slicing into the man on your left as he let out a low laugh. "You've always had quite the imagination, haven't you Chuuya?" His eyes maintained the same sharpness, dragging back to yours with fervor. "I think what she really needs is something that would leave her begging for more and that's not something that measly little sweet red of yours would do."
The air between the three of you was suddenly suffocating.
You crossed one leg over the other, finding yourself actually having to clench while they carried on with their salaciously threatening banter. Their fingers roaming along your back and the top of your hand. Both inching closer and closer, still spilling out corrupt little nothings about which one would taste better going down your throat and which one would fill you up until there was no more room left.
You needed to be in bed. You needed to keep your wits about you. You needed to tell them both that you didn't have time for this, but your insides were on fire the harder they fought over you.
After being ignored at every meeting you'd gone to this week and being nothing more than a wallflower at the dinner parties you'd attended, having two admittedly depraved but attractive men competing over you like this was enough to make you forget about trivial things like time and responsibilities.
They were still going on. Still gently petting and praising you while their insults towards each other grew heavier and headier.
Your blood rushed through your veins as you looked down at the contrasting wines sitting in front of you. You knew the minute that you took a sip of either, your fate would be sealed for the night. You'd be declaring yourself to one of them. The only smart option you had would be to push both drinks aside, to choose yourself, and to leave the two of them to carry on with their degenerate rivalry with the next unsuspecting girl that waltzed in here.
But you weren't going to settle for either.
As you glanced between them, it dawned on you that there was an alternate, much more menacing 4th option at your disposal.
Their voices came to a pause when they noticed your hand finally raise, hovering directly in the center of the two glasses. Your eyes danced from the brunette back to Chuuya, a hazy smile pulling at the corner of your mouth despite the fact that your heart felt like it was capable of ripping straight through your chest at any given second.
You rested your palm over both, letting your middle finger slide into the Cabernet and your index finger slide into the Chardonnay in perfect unison.
The tension was palpable as they watched you slowly pull out and bring them to your lips. You cocked your head to the side, your tongue generously gliding against the mixture of red and white before you brought them all the way into your mouth, spit slightly dribbling down your chin while you looked between the two men.
A smile cut across your face as you noticed the two sets of blown out pupils staring back at you. "Does that answer your question?"
"No," Chuuya was the first to break the silence. "No fuckin' way am I letting that asshole anywhere near the same room as us."
But it only seemed to pique the brunette's interest more.
A grin that could rival that of the devil's began to pull at the corner of his mouth. "Oh c'mon, Chuuya. You're really gonna deny this angel what she wants?"
"Don't start with me, Dazai." he snarled, his eyes softening a bit when they reached yours. "Look, I'd love to fuck you, but -"
Dazai took full advantage of the redhead's decision to opt out, spinning your barstool towards him so that your back was abruptly facing Chuuya before he could even finish his sentence. "Well," he smirked with a dangerous sense of wit in his voice. "Guess that just leaves us then."
"Wait a minute, that's not how this works!" Your chair was once again being flung in the opposite direction. A gloved hand gently cupping yours as he tried to reason with you. "You're gorgeous, y'know that, right? Even if you end up leavin' by yourself, I promise it'd still be better than endin' up with that mackerel over there."
It should've been an insult. In fact, you were certain that it was an insult, but for some deranged reason, it made Dazai all the more persistent to get you what you had originally asked for.
"Okaaay, okaayy." He conceded as he stood up. "There's no need for petty nicknames. If you're too self-conscious to share a beautiful woman's body with me, that's all you have to say."
"Self-conscious?" The edge in Chuuya's tone only gave Dazai what he wanted. "I'm not self-conscious, you arrogant bastard. I just don't trust you."
Dazai leaned into your ear, his hand shielding his mouth though his voice was far from a whisper. "It's because of his height, I'm afraid. Quite sad really."
"Alright, cut the shit." It was enough to finally bring the redhead to his feet.
He stood up, grabbing your hand to help you off your chair, eyes now locked firmly with yours. "You really want us to fuck you?" He asked, completely ignoring the absolutely vile smirk Dazai was sporting.
A mix of fear and arousal pooled between your thighs as you realized that this was your one chance to back out.
You looked between the two of them one last time before promptly grabbing the drinks that were left on the counter and knocking them both back one right after the other.
"My room or yours?" You asked.
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The three of you had ended up in Chuuya's suite which was at least three times the size of your room. It was lofty, decorated with high-rise windows that were covered by thick, black privacy curtains. His king-sized bed made up in pristine white sheets that you feared would soon be ripped to shreds with the way the two of them could barely share the same elevator without almost killing each other, let alone share you.
Chuuya took off his gloves and hung his coat in the closest next to Dazai's as you slipped out of your heels and left them by the door. Your heart was suddenly in your throat now that you were actually here.
You were still by the entryway, not entirely sure how this was going to start while Chuuya went around and began dimming the lights, making a snide comment about how the less he had to see of Dazai, the better. The brunette just smirked, taking a seat on the edge of his bed, motioning for you to join him.
He spread his legs, lightly guiding you to stand in front of him as he kissed the back of your hand. His brown eyes trailed over you intently, his slender fingers tracing along the curve of your hip. "No need to be nervous," he whispered, tangling his free hand into yours.
There was something so tantalizing about the way he was looking at you. Eager but thorough, like he wanted to memorize every single inch of you. "See how pretty she is, Chuuya?"
You felt him approach you from behind, his calloused hands holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail while his breath fanned across the top of your shoulder. "Care if I unzip this?" he asked, his lips pressing softly against the side of your neck as you nodded. He continued to kiss and nip at you, carefully dragging the zipper down your spine before letting it fall to the floor.
"Fuck."
It was perhaps the one thing that they'd agreed on all night.
Dazai had the full-frontal view of you and Chuuya had the back. You were on full display for them both due to the fact that you'd opted for no bra or panties when you'd left your room earlier, thinking that you'd be coming straight back anyway. What a lie that had turned out to be.
Dazai's hand roamed along your stomach, goosebumps dancing across your skin as his fingertips dipped a bit lower. Chuuya's mouth was still on the nape of your neck, his grip tightening around your hips, drawing the poutiest little whimpers out of you.
"And to think you almost made us pass this up." Dazai taunted. "That would've been suuuch a shame."
"Shut up." Chuuya grunted, pulling you closer so that your ass was flushed perfectly against him. Your back arched feeling how hard he was, another little noise you couldn't quite control escaping you.
Dazai raised an eyebrow at this, realizing how easy it was to make you squirm.
"Oh, our girl's sensitive, isn't she?" He smirked, his fingers making their way to your center, just barely touching the outside of your folds. "Hmm," He hummed, surveying your desperate, dripping cunt. "What kind of sounds do you think she'll make if I do this?"
His finger ran along your clit, only giving you a moment to adjust to the sensation before he immediately plunged it inside of you.
"Nngh ~!" You whined, ramming yourself further into Chuuya's bulge. He held you steady, stuck somewhere between severely hating that Dazai had made you moan like that and fucking loving that you did it while grinding against him.
"Aw, look at that. I think she likes you, Chuuya." Dazai mocked, sliding into you again without warning, jealousy washing over him at how you were holding onto the redhead for support.
He went deeper, adding in another finger, to redirect your attention down to him as you mewled. "Feel good, angel?" he asked through heavy lashes.
You nodded back at him so pitifully, it made him groan, rubbing his thumb against your clit as his other two digits continued their assault on you.
You felt Chuuya undoing his belt behind you, his pants quietly dropping to the ground.
"You're doing so good," he praised into the softness of your neck, stroking himself with one hand and palming at your chest with the other. Squeezing a nipple between his fingers as you filled the room with more heavenly noises. "Think you can do me a favor, baby?" His voice felt like blissful static against the shell of your ear.
"M -" you struggled, your eyes nearly crossing at Dazai relentlessly hitting your g-spot. "Mhmmm." you finally managed.
"Can you bend over f'me?"
You tried your best to comply, but Dazai wasn't making it easy. In fact, he was making it impossible. Every time you tried to move, he'd go deeper, practically pulling you towards him from the inside with the curl of his long fingers.
Your vision was blurry, your body forgetting how to move altogether as the two men fought over you like you were a toy that they were willing to break in half as long as it meant the other person couldn't have it anymore.
"I -" you whined, noticing the absolutely feral smirk spread across Dazai's face. "I'm gonna - fuck, I can't -"
As much as Chuuya wanted to murder him for making you cum first, he knew his turn was next and he was going to fuck you into oblivion. "I've got you." he breathed, still playing with your nipple and holding you in place. "You're okay, baby. Let it out. Oh, just like that. Good fuckin' girl."
Dazai panted as you soaked his fingers, greedily trying to draw another one out of you before Chuuya intervened. "Alright, enough." he said, carefully pulling you away from him. "Here." he said, guiding you so that your ass was arched up for him and your face was on the mattress.
He was just about to put it in when Dazai stopped him, swiftly wriggling himself out of his pants before sitting on the edge of the bed again and placing your head above his dick.
Chuuya ran a frustrated hand over his face, the last fucking thing he wanted to see was your pretty mouth wrapped around Dazai while he was inside of you, but he knew he didn't have a choice.
"Be easy on her," he warned him.
You looked up at Dazai with glazed over eyes as he smiled down at you, proud of his work. "You know I wouldn't hurt you, right angel?"
Your pussy throbbed at the way he was able to make such a reassuring question feel so sinister.
His cock was long and thick and you were quickly realizing just how hard it was going to be to not choke on it. You started off slow, letting him tangle his hand into your hair as you lolled your tongue out and pressed it against him.
"Oh, fuck." Dazai groaned watching you make your way up to his tip, graciously opening your mouth wider to accommodate him.
Chuuya was wildly annoyed but not at all surprised at how vocal Dazai was. He blocked it out by rubbing his tip between your folds, reeling in the way your back arched for him as he softly massaged your abused little clit.
You were moaning, doing your best not to lose your concentration from how intoxicatingly tender Chuuya was handling you.
Whereas Dazai had practically bullied an orgasm out of you, Chuuya was prepared to play the long game. He'd fuck you slow and deep for hours if that's what you wanted. He was determined to make you feel so good you wouldn't be able to remember any other words besides his name.
Once he was satisfied with how wet both of you were from your cum, Chuuya lined himself up with your entrance. "You ready baby?"
"Y - yes." You struggled, Dazai only letting you come up for air for a second before your head was promptly pushed back down again.
You whimpered, completely forgetting what you were doing when Chuuya entered you. His cock stretching you out more than you knew you were capable of. "Oh - mygod." You choked out, eyes pleading as you looked back at Dazai.
Surprisingly, he wasn't jealous. Wasn't instantly shoving your head back down to get you to focus on him. He was in a euphoric daze seeing how fucked-out you looked. Your eyes were full-on watering, your pussy wrapped so tight and snug around Chuuya.
Dazai's grip in your hair lightened, pulling you up but only so he could watch you from a better angle. He held your head in one hand and began stroking himself with the other. "Oh, angel. You love being fucked like that, don't you?"
You nodded pathetically, completely overstimulated by the feeling of Chuuya pounding into you and the beautiful sight of Dazai jerking himself off to you getting railed. "Say it." He smirked. "Use your words."
Chuuya groaned, it was the first time all night that he wasn't tuning Dazai out. His hips thrusted into you harder as you whined. "I - love." Your eyebrows knitted together, your mouth dropping open at how deep Chuuya suddenly was. "I love - it." You cried out. "I love it so fu - cking much."
Chuuya wasn't sure if Dazai was trying to hurt or help him by coaxing such depraved things out of you, but he was lost in the sound of your moans.
Your legs began to shake, your cunt pulsating as Chuuya's tip knocked against your cervix. "I -" your head shook, you felt like you were going to pass out. "I can't - s'too much, I'm gonna -"
"Let me feel it, baby." It was almost more of a beg than a command. "Let me feel that pretty pussy soak my cock."
Dazai's breathing hitched in his throat watching the two of you. The tears that were spilling down your pretty face and the guttural noises you were forcing out of the redhead so effortlessly. The way neither one of you were coherent anymore, too lost in the way your bodies were aching for one another to know anything else.
Dazai wasn't sure why it was doing this to him. Wasn't sure why he couldn't stop himself, but just as you started to cum, he did too. He shoved your mouth back around him, reveling in the shock and pleasure and absolute awe on your face as you swallowed every last drop he shot into your mouth.
Your body felt like it was convulsing. The three of you had somehow all managed to reach your climax in perfect, lewd, synchronicity. Dazai's cum was pooling down your chin while Chuuya filled you up from behind. A combination of both of your fluids mixing together and then squirting out of you when he finally pulled out with a heavy, "Oh, FUCK."
You collapsed into Dazai's lap, your legs refusing to hold you. Chuuya helped pull you up onto the bed as the three of you fell into the mattress with a thud. You laid in the middle of them, your head rested peacefully against Dazai's chest as you tried to stop the room from spinning.
"And you told me to go easy on her." Dazai mused, running his fingers through your hair.
Chuuya rolled over on his side, wrapping his arm around your waist as he placed a kiss on the back of your neck. "'Least I didn't get off watching her get railed by another dude." he sneered.
"Yeah, you're right." Dazai tsked, "Only thing that could've made it better is if it was by a taller man."
"Dazai, I swear to god -"
But their bickering came to a quick end when you began to shift against them.
"Hey," you mumbled dreamily, causing both of them to immediately revert back to petting you and leaving light kisses along your skin. "Could you shut the fuck up? I've gotta be up at 5 tomorrow to catch my flight."
Chuuya smirked and set an alarm on his phone. Truthfully, he was willing to let you talk to him however you wanted with what you'd done to him tonight.
He reluctantly pulled the comforter up over the three of you. As much as he didn't want Dazai in his room for another minute, you looked too content to move.
You had never felt more safe or secure than you did being smushed between the two of them. Their words were hazy as you began to doze off, two sets of strong arms wrapped around you.
"Y'know, I think I'll kinda miss her." Chuuya breathed.
"Me too," Dazai smiled, looking down at you. "She's our girl."
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Cleaning up w/ Jay
Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, nsfw at the end, cleaning becauSE FUCK CLEANING
Notes: I thought I’d try a different format with this one, we’ll see how it goes 🤷🏻♀️ Also; JAY PUSH ME UP AGAINST THE WALL I’LL BE-
You can try to keep your apartment clean, but it will always end up a mess, in more ways than one, with Jason involved.
Especially the morning after patrols, when you come out of your bedroom to the kitchen looking like a ravenous beast went through it.
“Jason!” You called out, within seconds a mop of shaggy black hair peeked around the corner, and Jason made his way over to you, hands in his pockets. “Look, in my defence I hadn’t eaten much yesterday.” He said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “Let me help you, princess.” Two strong hands begin to deftly tidy their mess.
Sometimes he’d come home to the image of you dancing around the apartment, using your spray bottle as a microphone to sing along to your favourite songs. It never failed to remind him why he loved you.
The sound of a camera shutter broke you out of your dance party, and you spun around to see Jay, still in his suit, with his phone out. “Oh my- oh my god, you look so precious.” He cackled, doubling over in laughter as he looked at you standing there holding your mop, your cheeks flushed red.
Jay did the cooking, because you were a horrible cook (even though you’d never admit it), so you made up for it with the cleaning. Sometimes though, on days where you tired, Jay would surprise you with an entirely clean house and breakfast in bed.
“Sweetheart,” Jay cooed, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as he ran his thumb along your cheek. “Baby, wake up. You can’t nap all day.” Groggily, you’d open your eyes to the adorning gaze of your boyfriend and a plate full of food. “Jay, you shouldn’t have-” But a finger pressed against your lips. “Hush. Now let me feed you.”
And then there were the times when Jason had just gotten back from a long night, stiff and covered in blood that wasn’t his. He’d arrive to the sight of you up on your tippy toes, your shorts riding up as you tried to clean the shower head, and he’d just go absolutely feral.
“C’mon, ma.” Two rough hands held you by your thighs as your body was rocked into the shower wall. “You can take it. Take it like a good girl.” Jason would growl in your ear as he pounded your tight cunt, making you feel so good and so, so full. Your hands would tangle in his hair when they couldn’t find purchase on the shower wall, and you’d cry out his name like a prayer. “That’s it, mama. Cum for me, good girl.”
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Satoru Gojo is into Some Weird Roleplay (Christmas Smut)
art cr: glowx_21 on x
hey idk what this is LMAOO. i thought of this randomly bc gojo reminds me of a certain christmas character so i just ran with it! he's one of my three husbands who i love so much so i wanted to write about him. i'm so feral for him it's not even funny. anyways, i hope you enjoy and don't take it too seriously, unless you want to idc! mdni.
domestic gojo, husband gojo, dad gojo
female reader, no description of her features but i’m black so
warnings: piv sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, satoru won't shut up, dom gojo
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wc: 1500+
“Satoru,” You surprised yourself in the way you were able to let out a single word with his unrelenting thrusts. “Baby. P-please slow down.”
The man who was currently plummeting into you from behind let out a click of his tongue, ignoring your request and instead opted with a loud and hard smack to your ass, his pace somehow getting faster and harder. His hips were ruthless against the fat of your ass, creating clapping noises throughout the large bedroom.
“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” He let out breathlessly, his tone as playful as ever, waiting for you to address him the right way.
You wanted to reach back and knock some sense into him, tell him to slow his thrusts before he knocked the wind out of you and woke up the children. His deep and powerful thrusts prohibited you from saying much though, with his fat cock reaching your g-spot so effortlessly that you were seeing stars.
If you could roll your eyes right now you would, but your body seemed to forget how to function, only capable of following the orders of your ridiculous but gorgeous husband behind you. “Saint Nick…please.” It would’ve sounded ridiculous to you if you weren’t being plummeted to Neptune with each touch of your gummy spot deep within you, but you were being fucked so stupid that you would call him God if he asked. “You don’t wanna wake up the little elves do you?” You played along as you continued panting, fingers grasping the silk sheets tightly, tears in your eyes from the intense pleasure.
You thought he was ignoring you again, with his long fingers digging deeper into your hips before he slowed his pace, deciding on an unhurried, rough one, sliding in and out of those warm, wet walls of yours with a long and drawn out “fuuuuuck,” leaving his mouth. “The elves are fast asleep, baby. Don’t worry about them, just take Santa’s dick, mmkay’?” His voice was jolly as ever, just like Santa Claus himself, and you would’ve laughed if his cock wasn’t basically touching your brain at this point. You could only let out small whimpers as he arched your back further, reaching only a place he could.
Why you agreed on letting your dear husband roleplay as Santa was beyond you, but Satoru had a way with words. All he had to do was promise to make you feel good, make you cum all night long, pretty please baby, in that convincing, deep voice of his, a pout on his features, those bright blue eyes begging, so how could you say no?
You should have made some more conditions, one being to say no to the bells he had attached to the bed frame, with them ringing with each jerk of his hips, creating an impossibly loud jingle. He said it would get the two of you in the “Christmas spirit,” with the bed decorated in lights and ringing balls, sounding like a real sleigh everytime the bed hit the wall in full force.
Your thoughts were interrupted by Satoru pulling himself out of you, leaving you empty and missing him already, causing a whine to leave your lips as he flipped you over as if you weighed nothing, before settling in between your legs again. You were faced with the beautiful man you were so grateful to call yours, his cerulean orbs were darkened somehow as they stared into yours, looking dazed and drunk off your pussy, his pupils slightly dilated. His pretty white follicles were tucked into a red santa hat, the puffy ball tossed on the side, sweat trickling from his temples from wrecking your insides. He had that adorable, innocent smile on his face, as if he wasn’t guilty of talking you into this comical predicament in the first place.
“Will Mrs. Claus let me put the beard on again?” He let out, a pout forming on his pink lips, glossy from sweat and saliva.
“No, don’t ask again!” You almost yelled, your face scrunched in annoyance and he let out a booming laugh at your immediate response.
Satoru did have a cheap, plastic beard that matched his white hair perfectly, but you made him take it off for a couple reasons. One being it looked terrible. As beautiful as the man above you was as he was staring down at you, shallow breaths coming from his perfectly shaped, rock hard abdomen, and his rosy cheeks, the beard made him look…creepy. Two being it was damn itchy. He had been going down on you when he had it on, but it was impossible for you to focus on his holy tongue work and perfect movements of his fingers, curving into you, hitting that spot that had you crying out his name for the night (fucking Saint Nick.) Once it began scratching your legs painfully, you’d forced him to take it off, which he did with a whine, throwing the damp, shitty excuse for a beard across the bedroom floor, before making you cum from his tongue alone, more than once.
Your husband’s wide grin was replaced with something immodest as he gripped your thighs, pulling you forward, and slipped inside torturously slow, earning a gasp from the both of you. His head was thrown back and his lip was caught in his teeth, causing your pussy to throb from both the feeling of warmth and fullness again, and Satoru’s effortless way of making you feel hot inside just by simple facial expressions, subsequently making a groan escape his lips before sinking into you completely, touching your gummy spot immediately with the angle he entered.
He kept your legs apart as he thrust into you forcefully and fast-paced again, with you giving no complaints this time about the commotion the jingling bed frame was causing. You didn’t care, for he was taking you to heaven in this position, goosebumps erupting from your skin and seeing black dots in your vision with each time he reached a new depth inside you. Your cunt was competing with the loud noises of those stupid fucking bells as it made sloshing noises throughout the room, and when you looked down, you could see your juices dripping onto his pretty, pale, absolutely perfect cock.
As if he could read your mind, he spoke for you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. My god.” His head was no longer tilted back, but also looking down as your tight, slippery cunt sucked in his dick, a feral look on his features, absolutely enamored by the sight. His pace never let up, his hips moving at the speed of light almost as he used one hand to press on your lower stomach, making it feel better than you thought possible. “You feel me in there? You feel Santa’s cock abusing this perfect little cunt?” His goofy grin returned and you couldn’t do anything but let out a loud moan of approval, face twisted up, still entertaining his mess because this just felt too fucking good.
His hand moved from your tummy to focus on your clit, fingers rubbing small, soft circles, completely catching you off guard. Your legs began to tremble from the insane pleasure you were feeling, hands clenching the sheets so hard again you were surprised they didn’t come off the corners of the bed.
“Can I make you a mommy again? Put another little helper in this belly?” That feral look was in his eyes again, tone as light as ever, as he slowed down, choosing a rough ram motion, causing your tits to jiggle at the change of pace, making Satoru groan at the sight, mouth halfway open. You didn’t know if it was the mind fog you felt from him fucking you brainless, but you nodded vigorously as tears fell down your cheeks, that white hot feeling in your veins approaching, mind so numb you would probably agree to having ten more of his white-haired, blue-eyed children. The two of your already had four, three you’d birthed and one you adopted, but you didn’t care right now, you felt like he had seriously taken you to the North Pole with the way his cock was basically fucking your guts.
His infamous smile returned before leaning down to place his lips on yours, barely kissing you, just sticking his minty tongue in your mouth and panting, speaking incoherent sentences along the lines of you being a “good girl,” and “taking his load so well.” You couldn’t comprehend a thing anyway, as your body began convulsing, washing over with relief as your orgasm was drawn out of you, long and bone shattering, with your back arching off the bed with a squeal that was hard to keep inside your body.
Satoru wasn’t too far behind you, with his eyes closed tightly, as his hips began twitching, the first time all night they didn’t have a consistent rhythm and he groaned out loudly, spurting long, hot ropes of his cum inside you.
His eyes opened soon after, those beautiful blue orbs staring at you adoringly with his signature wide grin on his face, in which you returned, panting heavily, so thankful for this beautiful, insane, goofy husband of yours. He grabbed the comforter and placed it over the two of you, kissing your lips softly, his breath heavy as the two of you exchanged small “i love you’s” back and forth.
“Mommy?” A small voice came from the corner of the room and your heart dropped, recognizing it as your three year old daughter’s, afraid of what she might’ve seen. Satoru hid under the covers, his hat coming off in the process and you had a full view of her now, with her candy cane nightgown and teddy bear in her arms, her lip quivering with tears in her eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, ready to get up and comfort your youngest, afraid something happened as it was past midnight on Christmas Eve. God, did the bells wake her up?
She stomped out the room before you could get up, wailing and yelling for her older brother. “Megumi! Mommy was kissing Santa!” Her cries could be heard throughout the entire house and you knew everyone would be awake by now.
Satoru’s loud laugh could also be heard throughout the entire house, its jollyness rivaling Saint Nick himself.
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When It Feels Right
Pairing: Lamont Diggs x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, protected PIV, oral (female receiving) fingering (female receiving) teasing/mocking, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. Use of n-word. Drug use.
Summary: Lamont invited you to his studio to help work on his new beat. You help him in more ways than one.
Word Count: 5,057k
A/N: Hello, my loves. I have been feral for this man since watching this show. This was LONG overdue. This is the winner of the Fic poll, thank you to everyone who voted! ONE SHOT. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!
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Lamont released a heavy cloud of smoke in the air. You bobbed your head to the new beat he made. Lamont matched your bobbing head, a slow grin working its way across his face. You rolled your eyes and turned away from him, trying to feel the beat without him coloring your opinion.
Just because he was your best friend didn’t mean that you couldn’t lay down the truth when needed. The good Lord knew that he didn’t need an even bigger head.
As the beat faded and came to a close, Lamont clapped his hands in the too silent studio. It was a rare night where he didn’t have Melissa, couldn’t sleep, and his boys weren’t in the background smoking up all the weed.
“Go on and tell me that’s hot!” He yelled and clapped his hands again. He played with a few switches on the switchboard and then swung his chair to face you. You swung idly on your own chair, back and forth.
You gave him a funny look, not willing to admit that it was good. Of course it was good. Dude really knew his fucking craft.
“It’s aight,” you said and dismissed him with a wave.
“Bullshit!” Lamont yelled. The joint hung from his lips as his long, delicate fingers flew over switches and knobs and he ran the track back. The deep bass thumped through the speakers once more and he turned to you, brows furrowing to gauge your reaction.
“Damn, I’m playing!” You said and giggled. You pushed away from his too intense stare. He sucked his teeth and pushed you back.
“Tell me what you really think, damn,” he said.
“Nah, that shit is fire, Lamont. Seriously, you tore this up,” you said.
“Thanks, thanks. Just need some dope lyrics on it. Tired of them mumble rapper m’fucka’s,” Lamont said.
He shook his head, his locs tussling over his face and dropping into his eyes. Your hand itched to push it away so you could continue looking at him. You swung your chair away from him so that your face didn’t give you away. It was the weed talking, nothing more.
You played with the sleeves of your sweater, swinging around and around in circles until his studio became a dizzy array of green and red. Like Christmas. That was a much safer line of thinking. You could think about lights, gingerbread houses, and pinecones and not about how Lamont’s lips poked out, ready to be kissed.
Lamont turned down the beat and deposited the joint in the nearby ashtray. The smell was loud, filling your senses with its aroma. You smacked his shoulder as you passed him and then smacked it again until he relented and handed it to you.
You took a lungful, holding it in and rolling it around your tongue before releasing it back out into the studio. You watched the smoke lift towards the popcorn ceiling, wishing it would take your thoughts with it. You smoked so that your brain could pause like a TV show. So that you could stop to take in the details around you and make sense of it.
Your stomach turned and roiled so you stuck your foot out to slow your spins. Lamont was on his phone scrolling through Instagram.
“You always on that damn phone,” you said, grinning as you realized that you sounded like your mama.
“Okay, Ms. Etta,” he said.
“Shut up! That is not my mama name!”
Lamont peeked at you from the curtain of his locs and smirked, holding out his hand for the joint. You took one last inhale, the burning embers at the end filling your peripheral vision before you handed it back to him. He dumped the ashes and then took a puff, putting it down on the ashtray.
Lamont returned his attention back to his phone, head slightly bouncing to the beat he made. Your eyes slowly tracked over all of the mini orange, red, and green lights blinking from the switchboard.
This was the kind of laid back music that would be in a lounge somewhere. Your mind’s eye filled in details of blue ambient lighting. Black men and women and those in between dressed in their finest business casual. Men in deep, monochromatic suits and shiny shoes. Women in dresses a hair shy of too short, showing off long, thick legs and strappy high heels.
You pictured glasses clinking, words whispered amongst friends, and glances thrown across the room. Ballers sending trays of drinks to the group of women at the bar knowing exactly what they were doing by leaning over it.
It was a type of sexy beat that you felt in your inner thighs first. The thrumming bass making your thighs jiggle. Warming heat working its way up your spine until you couldn’t help but nod your head, bump your shoulders, and look at your friend to see if they were feeling the beat like you were.
You turned to Lamont, ready to tell him, when his nose was buried in his phone again. You groaned and reached out to slap your hand over the phone.
“You said you wanted no distractions tonight, remember?” You asked.
“I’m done with the beat though,” he said. He moved his phone out of your way and you leaned over a little further to try and snatch it from his fingers. His arms were longer than yours and he easily held it away from you.
“You said not to let you get distracted. Hand it here,” you said. You snapped your fingers. Lamont shook his head, his locs whipping across his face. His gold chain glinted in the low lighting and it was stark against his white T-shirt, dyed green in the studio lighting.
“You ain’t gon’ snap yo fingers like you somebody,” he said.
“I AM! SOME-BODY!” You cackled at your own joke, eyes wide and smiling so big that your cheeks ached.
“Goofy ass. You need to stay off this shit,” he said.
“Boo, you’re no fun,” you said. You continued to reach across the short space between you, trying to reach his phone. You were high, but not that high. Your thoughts were coherent and slow. Like you could pluck each of them out and lay them on a blanket. That you could take your time and choose between them like choosing your outfit.
“C’mon, watch out,” he said. He nudged you back but you were undeterred. Your tongue stuck out of your mouth, so deep in your concentration. Lamont chuckled, effortlessly fighting you off.
You huffed and you huffed but you could not blow this wolf down. You sat back in the seat and sighed. “For real, Lamont. I did not come over here, at midnight, just for you to play on your phone. I wanna see some magic,” you said.
“Girl, I just showed yo ass the Magic Kingdom,” he said.
You laughed at his corny ass line and shook your head. “One beat is all you got?” You asked.
“All I got?” Lamont scoffed, affronted that you would even suggest such a thing.
You inwardly grinned, using your knowledge of him to your advantage. He always rose to the occasion. He was almost too easy as he sat forward in his seat. His left hand dropped the phone in between you while he focused on the board once more.
Where you only saw switches and gears, he saw instruments. This board was a modern orchestra and he knew exactly which sounds to pull from it. Which drums sounded dirty enough to warrant adding snares and strings.
You snatched his phone from beside him. He instantly balked, trying to get it back from you. You didn’t have the length he did, so you had to resort to putting it behind your back and trying to slide your chair away from him.
He put one hand on your chair to stop your retreat and then the other went in search of his missing phone.
“C’mon, stop playing!” He laughed as he struggled to get the phone from you.
You only had so many places to stick it. You kept moving it like you were playing hot potato with it, tossing it from one hand to the other. “You come on! I know why you call me here. So I can keep yo ass focused!”
“I focus just fine without you. Ever think I just want your company?” He asked.
“Duh, you always want my company,” you teased, still moving the phone every two seconds while he lunged for it. A giddy feeling swelled in your chest like a balloon, filling up all of your hollow crevices and giving you the feeling of floating despite feeling heavy.
“Always? You loud and wrong,” he said. He sat back with a huff, eying you. You grinned, looking for any type of eye twitch or flicker. Anything to indicate that he would make a sudden move and try to snatch it from you.
“Oh? I guess I should just leave then,” you said. You leaned out of the chair, butt hovering over the seat that was practically molded to your ass by now. You felt a few twinges. The side effect of sitting too long. All this cushion in your ass didn’t mean shit.
“Man, sit yo ass down and hand me my phone. Please?” Lamont asked. But the please was not sincere. You stuck out your tongue while you placed the phone down your shirt.
The warm metal laid across your skin and you grinned at Lamont’s expression. His face kind of froze. Or paused while he stared at your chest. It was nothing new for the two of you, so you couldn’t name why it made your belly flip.
“You think that’s gon’ stop me?” He asked. Was it you or did his voice get a little deeper? A little rougher?
You adjusted the phone against your cleavage and threw up your hands. “What you gon’ do?” You asked.
Lamont licked his lips, a small smile forming on his lips. “You know I can just turn you upside down and shake you like a toy?”
Nope. That did not make your pussy flutter. You did not imagine shaking for entirely different reasons.
There was always this thickness between you and Lamont. A sort of sticky, gooey middle that kept you glued to his side all these years. You had been friends for so long, you didn’t remember the exact number. Where one went, there went the other. There was always a lingering look, a hand on the hip placed too long, a bite to the lip.
You never crossed the line. The timing was never right. Either you were with somebody or he was. He was nursing your broken heart while you were getting him turnt up for his. He had an entire baby with Mia who had him wrapped around her tiny manicured pinky. Despite his protests otherwise.
Now. Now you were both single. Unattached. No messy drama getting in the way.
“Whatever, Lamont. I am here to keep you on track,” you said. You shook your head and smacked your lips. “Literally and figuratively.”
“Gimme my phone,” he said, that same rough voice dancing along the sticky gooeyness that made your toes curl. He didn’t need to see the way you looked down trying to get yourself under control.
“What you gon’ do?” You asked, rolling your neck for emphasis.
He smiled and shook his head. He waved his fingers in a ‘come on’ gesture and you smacked his hand.
“What you gon’ do? What you gon’ do?” You kept asking, waiting for him to reply. To say something. Anything. You were tossing out the question like a fishing line, baiting him with delicious chum. With the irresistible urge to either latch on and let you know that it wasn’t just you or toss it aside and let it drop once and for all.
“Say it one more time and I’ll show you what I’m gon’ do,” he said.
“What you gon’ do?” You said slowly, enunciating each word so there were no misunderstandings.
Lamont’s hand shot out and pulled your fuzzy sweater away from your chest. His other hand snuck up your shirt and went fishing around for his phone. But his hands roamed too broadly, lightly squeezing your titty every so often.
“Lamont!” You yelled.
He licked his lips and got closer. His breath fanned across your face, a subtle mix of candy and weed. His hand continued to roam while he slowly closed the distance between your lips. He looked at you the entire time, giving you ample opportunity to back away.
But you wanted this. You casted that fishing line out into the ether, so you closed the distance for him. You pressed your lips against his finally. Your dreams didn’t come close. It was nothing like what you thought it would be and everything you dreamt it could.
His lips were soft against yours. Smooth tongue running over your lips and sloppily slanting against yours. You hummed, low and softly but you were sure he heard it. His hands continued to roam under your shirt, no longer seeking his phone.
Instead, his hands found your breasts and began to knead them, fingers grappling for your nipple. As soon as his fingers found that little pebble – no bra because you hadn’t felt like throwing on one just to chill with Lamont – he squeezed and rolled it between his fingers.
“Oh shit,” you said against his lips, finally pulling back far enough to get some air. Some room.
“Mhm,” he moaned. “You think I ain’t been paying attention these past few years?” He asked.
“Wh-what you mean?” You asked. He rolled his lips around yours, kissing you but only just so. His wide nose danced against yours. One thing about high sex that you loved was how sensitive you became. How the little hairs on your skin picked up the different changes in temperature or tingled with every brush of skin.
“All them nasty ass stories you liked to tell. About how men never hit it how you like,” he said.
He switched his hand to your other titty, seeking your nipple a lot faster. He rolled it in between your fingers and your breath stuttered.
Already, he was leagues better than half the guys you’d been with. Or perhaps it was your lingering, previously unclaimed chemistry, doing most of the work for you. This was inevitable. Your lips would always meet his. His hands would always press into your skin.
“You remember that?” You asked.
“Kept hoping it would be me in one of them stories. ‘Cept, I know what I’m doin’,” he said.
You giggled and pushed away from him. “Big fuckin’ words, boy,” you said.
Lamont had a playful frown on his face, considering your words, before he slapped his hands onto the arm rests of your chair. He caged you in your chair while he leaned down for more kisses.
His lips were like little clouds of heaven. Each one sweet, soft, and lazy. He lowered himself to his knees, still too tall for his own good. He kept kissing you, even while his hands went roaming again.
He pulled your sweater off and took in the white tank underneath. His lips found yours again as if he didn’t want to be gone too long. He mixed in nips and licks to keep you on your toes. He grabbed his phone from out of your tank and placed it on the edge of the switch board.
He returned his attention to your body, kissing and biting you through the fabric of your tank. You felt him, but you didn’t really feel him. You lifted the tank and threw it over your head.
Cool air from the studio hit your upper body and you immediately shivered. Even with the thumping beat and lingering smoke, you weren’t warm enough. Lamont helped you lower your leggings and panties, pulling them off and throwing them across the room.
You were fully naked, staring into his dark eyes while he was still dressed. He leaned back, took in your curves, dips, and valleys with a satisfied grin.
“So that’s what you look like underneath all them damn sweaters. You been keepin’ this from me?” He asked.
He rubbed the goosebumps from your arms, scooting in between your legs and making you spread them wider to accommodate him. He looked you in the eye while he lifted one leg, kissed it, ran his tongue right behind your knee before placing it on the arm rest.
You felt ready to explode. He did the same to your other leg, but trailed more kisses down the length of it before placing it on the arm rest.
“You gon’ answer me?” He asked.
“Waat?” You asked.
He chuckled. “You were just gon’ keep hiding this from me?” He asked.
“I-I wasn’t trynna hide it,” you said. Your words were slow to form and even slower to get out.
“You wasn’t? Then why I ain’t never get a taste yet?” He asked.
He leaned across your body. His cotton shirt was almost too rough against your skin. You hissed, moving away from him but he moved forward anyway. The shirt tickled your skin but you didn’t have enough air in your lungs to giggle.
Anticipation flipped in your belly, like it was playing hopscotch in there. You didn’t know what he was going to do next. You were on an infinite precipice of waiting.
He didn’t make you wait long. He kissed you, moving his hands between you to brush his fingers along your wet seam. You jerked in the chair but he had you effectively pinned. You had nowhere to go. Trapped in the chair with him covering your naked body.
You moaned, licked your lips in between kisses, and then went back to feeling those sexy lips on yours.
His fingers pushed in, separating your pussy lips and dipping into your heated essence. He moaned into your lips, tugging on your bottom lip. “You always get this wet?” He asked.
“Uh-uh,” you said.
“No? I just bring that out of you?” He asked.
“Uh-huh,” you said. You had no words. With every swipe of his fingers, he pulled them out of your head. Each pass of his fingers around your clit made one more word disappear like air.
“So that means I get to taste it right?” He asked. He moved his nose against yours and you sighed, your pussy clenching around nothing.
“Uh-huh,” you said, lips finding his again and again. His wet, suckling kisses made you see stars behind your eyelids.
His knuckle nudged into your clit and you hissed, releasing the air in short bursts. “Oh, she a little excited,” he said.
“Oh shit,” you moaned. “Don’t tease me.”
“Don’t tease you? I like teasing you. I finally know how to shut that attitude up,” he said.
“You too damn cocky,” you moaned.
“Still running that mouth,” he said. He moved his fingers to dip in and out of your pussy, pushing his fingers deep to his knuckle. Your mouth dropped open, eyes turned bruising.
He moved his lips to your jaw and kissed down to your neck. He sprinkled kisses across your chest and then licked your nipple into his mouth, suckling. “Oh my god,” you gasped, back lifting from the chair.
Your pussy greedily sucked his fingers inside. “That’s right. Grip them fingers. Show me you like what I’m doing to you. Getting wetter over here, I’m gon’ have to buy a new chair,” he whispered around your nipple.
Your hands came up to play with his locs, rolling them between your fingers and loving the feel of them. You were in sensory overload. Everything was too much and not enough. Lamont’s filthy words had you screaming towards a climax, thighs shaking and pussy gripping him tighter.
“That’s fuckin’ right. Been dyin’ to know what you look like when you cum. You gon’ look like that riding this dick? Huh? How many pretty faces can you make while I’m rearranging your guts?” He asked.
“Lamont!” You twitched.
He continued to pump his fingers as you calmed down. It was like he was exploring your pussy with his fingers. Trying to gauge how deep you could take him. Your grip tightened around his neck and he hummed, flicking his tongue against your nipple.
When you relaxed against the chair, Lamont slowed down his fingers until stopping altogether. He licked his fingers and moaned. “Taste so fuckin’ good. You doing okay?” He asked.
You nodded, loosening your grip on his neck. You wiped up run away drool, feeling a bit embarrassed that a little finger action made you cum quicker than a man in a porn store.
Lamont shook his head, shaking the locs from his face as he pressed his face into your pussy. He took a loud, deep breathe and blew air between your pussy lips.
“Oh shit!” You screamed, hands flying back to his head. You gripped his hair while he began to eat you out in earnest, using his tongue first.
He leaned back and hummed, slapped your pussy. “Damn,” he moaned. “So fuckin’ good.” He was a messy eater, digging in like it was his last meal. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. He brought his hands up to roll your nipples between his fingers, squeezing and squeezing until he pinched them.
“Fuck, fuck. Lamont! Damn,” you moaned, biting your lip. Fuck! It felt too good. So damn good with his lips between your thighs and his locs tickling your skin, and your hands digging into his head. Smashing his face into your pussy, giving him free rein to explore this thing between you.
“Name sound sexy on your lips. Say it again,” he said, coming up for a bite of air.
“Lamont,” you said with a grin. His eyes flicked to yours while he continued to make out with your pussy.
“Again,” he said, muffled against your wet core.
Lamont!” You moaned while your orgasm was cresting the surface. Pressure built in your lower belly, getting so close with each new flick. Each new lick. Each new moan that told you he liked what was between your thighs. The thought that you could please him, even by the small act of being wet for him, turned the tide.
Your hand flew back to the back of the chair to steady you while your back arched. “Oh shit, Lamont!” Your neck rolled against the top of the chair while your body twitched and convulsed. Your body turned limp, riding the orgasm wherever it took you. However you looked while you spasmed.
“Tasting so fuckin’ good. Fuck, I been missing out,” Lamonst said into your pussy. He continued to lap like a cat to cream. “So fuckin’ sweet. So fuckin’ good.”
He lumbered to his feet, tossing off his white shirt. His chain bounced against his dark skin. His tattoos were darker still, spread out all over his body. You watched him through slitted eyes while he unzipped his pants.
He freed his dick and rubbed the hardened length. Shit, he was perfect. Big and girthy. It was always the skinniest niggas that packed the biggest punch. It had a slight curve to it and your pussy clenched just seeing it.
He dug into his pocket and grabbed his wallet, flipping it open and grabbing a condom. He tore it open, found the right side, and then pinched the tip. You watched him as he rolled it onto his dick, adjusting here or there until it was fully on.
He pushed your thighs back on the chair. It protested with a loud groan, conflicting with a different beat in the background. Something laid back, lazy, and slow. Light danced over his features while he leaned forward, towering over you bent like a pretzel in his chair.
“You feelin’ aiight?” He asked.
“Yes, nigga!” You said with a smack of your teeth. He chuckled, grabbing your throat with his left hand. Your eyes rolled involuntarily, hand flying to grab his wrist. Not to push him away, but to keep him there. To push for more pressure.
He obliged you, squeezing harder until you were ready to cum just from that. “You must need some dick to get you right,” he said.
“Umph, yesss,” you moaned.
He used his right hand to grip his dick and run it through your damp folds, getting the condom slick with your wetness. He pushed in slowly. You hissed, pushing against his thighs.
“Uh-uh, don’t push me away. Move them hands,” he said.
“But Lamont–”
“Move. Them. Hands,” he growled, getting close to your face and squeezing your neck.
You moved your hands with a whine. He was too damn big. He rolled his hips, sliding inside of you and working his way deeper. Your hands flew back to his thighs, pushing at him.
“Move them fuckin’ hands,” he rasped.
“Please,” you begged. You were going to pass out. There was too much pleasure. Too much desire and lust. Too much of him. His scent, his sighs, his scorching looks. He lit fires in your veins that made you whimper and pout.
“Move them fuckin’ hands right now,” he said.
Again, your hands slid away from his sweat-slick thighs with a whine. The sound was needy and desperate. You had no way of slowing this down. Slowing it down to a pace you could quickly adjust to.
His dick didn’t hurt, he just stretched you deliciously. So much so that you had a goofy smile spread across your lips like icing on a cake. You moved your hands back to his hand on your neck.
He rolled and moved his hips, stroking into you with deep, long thrusts at a steady pace that stole your breath. You whined, choppy hums in your throat. “Why you doin’ this to meeee,” you moaned.
“‘Cause I been waiting too long to get in this pussy. I’ma enjoy that shit,” he said. He smirked and dropped down to kiss you while he stroked deeper still.
You sank onto his dick while he rolled his hips, moaning with every glide. He lifted his head and rolled his neck, closing his eyes. You watched his face while he stroked, watched as he found some type of groove like your body was the switchboard and he was making a complicated beat.
He lined up perfectly. Your back arched. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Right there, right there, Lamont,” you moaned.
“Right there?” He asked. He kept hitting your sweet spot, not deviating in the slightest.
“Right there, oh my god, I’m gon’ cum,” you moaned.
“Give it to me. Let me feel that pretty pussy grippin’ this dick. She feel so fuckin’ good. Wrapped around this dick. This what you needed? Huh? This what you needed? Them other niggas ain’t have all this for you, did they?”
Each of his questions grew fainter as your orgasm came closer and closer. Your hand pushed against his chest. Your eyes were too far in the back of your head. You were worrying a groove into your bottom lip by biting too hard.
“You still with me? This dick got yo tongue?” He asked.
“I’m-” You came with a loud moan, louder than you had ever moaned before. You twitched in the chair, the groans from it sounded violent. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Feel so good, Lamont!” You cried out. Yelled out.
It was a good thing that you were in a proper studio and there was no one around to hear you. Had you been at your place, your neighbors would know his fucking name.
Your hands scratched at his stomach while he chuckled and kept stroking. “Fuck. You squeezin’ the fuck outta me. You ain’t trynna let me go, huh? Now that you know I know how to hit it right. What got you screaming. What got you moaning. What got you cummin’ on this dick like that,” he said.
“Oh baby,” you moaned.
“I’m baby now? What happened to my name?” He asked.
At this point, you didn’t know your own name. You clenched around his dick and he cursed, slamming into you one more time before you felt him twitch inside. You had an errant fantasy about him cumming inside you, spilling his fat load into you and then fucking it into you.
You tucked that particular one to the back of your mind while Lamont dropped against you, loosening his grip around your throat. Your matching pants and gasps made the moment soft but fuzzy around the edges. Like when you first woke up from a good nap and didn’t know what year it was or what you were doing beforehand.
Lamont slipped out of you, stumbling back. He took off the condom, tied the ends, and threw it in the nearest trash can. He sat in own chair. He tucked himself back in but didn’t zip up his pants.
You slowly lowered your legs from the chair, feeling thoroughly fucked out. You looked towards Lamont who was studying you in the same way. He smiled first. Your smile matched his as the gravity of what you just did sunk in.
Sunk down deep into your bones. There was no going back from this. There was no way to pretend this didn’t exist. That he wasn’t just deep enough in your guts to still feel the lingering effects. You felt empty without him.
“We wasted too much fuckin’ time,” he said softly. You nodded and licked your lips.
You tapped the tips of your fingers trying to reorient yourself. Bring yourself down to reality. The reality of you with Lamont. You smiled. “Let’s not waste anymore.”
You had sex again on his red, leather couch. Nasty, intense sex where his hands were back around your throat, he was stroking deep in your guts, and staring into your eyes while he continued to shatter your world over and over again. You grinned and giggled in between his nasty words and your faint pleas for mercy.
You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but you were excited to find out.
THE END
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breath away || chris sturniolo & colby brock || the finale
smut, minors dni, 18+. guys ngl i went crazy in the studio. this is pure and utter completely insane filth. this was like written during peak feral hours. BEWARE🧍🏻♀️. oh and hot fights in bars colby activated BARK BARK.
You had no idea what to expect as you turned the corner, the restroom door slamming behind you.
Lucky for you, an explanation to Tara wasn’t needed.
The purple hickies forming on your neck said it all.
The overbearingly loud music was background noise to you now, your determination tuning it out. You never dreamed in a million years you’d be in this position. Hunting down one guy? Incomprehensible enough. Every fiber in you hunting down two guys? Those guys being Chris Sturniolo and Colby Brock? Unfathomable.
The red lounge had certainly earned its name, the red led lights illuminating the room. You tried to slither through people, struggling to find them. What if they were joking? You managed to find the bar, standing in front of it. Your eyes scanned over the crowd, trying to find them. You sighed, a hand suddenly brushing against your lower back.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned around, a man you didn’t recognize standing behind you. “Hello there,” He greeted. His words sounded slimy, your intuition screaming at you this guy was bad news. “Hi, please don’t touch me,” You say firmly, trying to obviously search for Chris and Colby. Maybe if you looked like you were obviously occupied he’d fuck off. “Feisty, i like that. Why dont we hit the dance floor?” He suggested. You cringed at the thought, his hand resuming its place on your lower back. You took a step back, pushing his hand off of you.
“I’m good, i’m trying to find someone,” You say, taking a couple of steps back. He reached out and grabbed your arm, his fingers harshly gripping around your skin. “I’ll be whoever you wanna be sweetheart,” He said. You squirmed under his grip. “Don’t fucking touch me!” You snapped. Two heads of brunette hair came from behind you, yanking the stranger away from you. You took a shaky breath, watching as Colby grabbed him by his shirt. He shoved him against the bar, spitting threats and insults into his face.
You were stunned, a familiar pair of soft hands grabbing your shoulders. “Hey hey hey, look at me ma. You good?” Chris asked. You nodded, the bartender climbing over the bar to intervene. “Oh shit he’s gonna get kicked out. Colby!” You called, rushing over to him. Chris was right behind you, the bartender trying to pull him off of the weird man. “If you ever touch our girl again i’ll gut you like a fish, do you understand me?” He growled, his knuckles turning white from gripping the man’s shirt so tightly. Chris grabbed his left arm, trying to help pull him away.
“Colby, look at me, i’m right here, i’m fine,” You say. Your voice seemed to soothe Colby’s anger, his knuckles finally releasing his shirt. “I’m cool man, i’m cool,” Colby told the bar tender, putting his hands in the air to show peace. The words our girl rang through out your mind, the sudden flashes of cameras capturing your attention. “Fucking hell, how do they always find us?” You sighed. Chris put his hair around you, hiding your surely shaken up expression from the scene.
“Let’s go somewhere a little more private, yeah?” Colby suggested, cocking his head to the left. You trailed behind him, Chris keeping your face hidden. “Thanks Chris, you’re sweet,” You say. Chris gave you a cheesy grin, the three of you ducking into a private room. “I bet you taste sweeter,” He whispered in your ear, your stomach doing a backflip at his words. You were surprised to see the room was quiet and reserved, the only thing occupying it being a black velvet couch and a wall wide mirror. The three you studied the room, soaking in the surroundings.
“This place used to be a strip club didn’t it?” Chris finally asked, making the three of you laugh. You playfully elbowed him, eyeing the couch suspiciously. “Damn now you’ve got me thinking about everyone that’s nutted on this couch. Bleh,” You replied, pretending to gag. Colby’s hands grabbed your waist from behind, his breath hot against your ear. “The only orgasm you should be thinking about is your own,” He whispered lowly, gripping your tender flesh. You groaned, Chris grabbed your chin gently, guiding you look at him.
“I think you owe us one, don’t you pretty girl?” He purred. You nodded profusely, the heat between your legs only getting hotter by the moment. “Then I suggest you get on your knees,” Colby ordered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. You did as instructed, my knees hitting the hard wooden floor below you. You flattened out your tongue, the boys undoing their belts in unison. Chris couldn’t contain himself any longer, slapping his tip against your tongue.
“Look at that, so pathetic and eager to be our personal cumslut,” Chris purred. You used your hand to jerk Colby off, pumping his shaft. You licked the underside of Chris’s cock, tracing each vein. “Enough teasing princess, open your mouth wide,” Colby ordered. You did as instructed, both boys guiding their cocks to your mouth. “Go on ma, suck both of us off at the same time. You can do it,” Chris cooed, stroking your hair lovingly. You tried to fit both of their tips in your mouth, their cocks too girthy to fit.
You whined as you tried to accommodate their wish, the pool between your legs only furthering as they tried to forcefully push themselves inside. “Such a good girl,” Chris praised, groaning as you licked up his slit. Colby grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking you away from their cocks. Saliva dripped off of your flattened tongue, dripping onto the floor below. Roughly he forced you onto his cock, pushing himself deep into your throat. “That’s it, such a good whore,” Colby grunted. You forced your jaw to go slack, tears flooding your waterline as he abused your throat.
Briefly he yanked you off of his cock, allowing you to intake gulps of air. “Dont be rude, you’re forgetting about Chris,” Colby said mockingly, pushing your head onto Chris’s cock. The brunette before you could’ve came right then, the sight of you deepthroating his cock enough to make him cum four times over. “Fucking hell, I need to fuck her, now,” Chris panted. You gasped for air as Colby untangled his hand from your hair, saliva trailing down your chin. Shakily you rose to your feet, Chris’s lips eager to meet yours.
He couldn’t get enough of you. Neither of them could.
“Turn around and face the mirror. Want you to watch yourself as I fuck you dumb,” Chris grunted, guiding you by your waist to turn around. You held yourself steady by placing your hands against the mirror, the feeling of Chris rubbing his tip up and down your slit sending electric shocks down your spine. You were glad you had Chris’s strong hands on your waist and the mirror to keep you upright. (Otherwise you thought you may crumble). Your eyes widened as you watched Colby kneel in front of you. “Keep your eyes up there princess,” Colby ordered. Your mouth fell open as Chris pushed himself inside of you, Colby’s lips attaching themselves to your clit.
You couldn’t control your sinful noises, one of your hands flying down to Colby’s hair. You glanced down at the man on his knees in front of you, Chris roughly smacking your ass to regain your attention. “Watch yourself ma, watch yourself fall apart for us,” He said, brushing your hair away from your neck to give himself access. You watched in the mirror as Chris pounded into you from behind, Colby’s tongue lapping at your sensitive clit with each thrust. “Oh my fucking-” You whined, your knees threatening to buckle. “Stay upright princess, we’re no where near done with you,” Colby purred, grinning as he watched your breast bounce from below.
You bit your bottom lip, Chris’s cock abusing your cunt the way he pleased. In the reflection you could see Colby pumping his cock, slowly rubbing his thumb across his slit. His blue eyes watched you as you struggled to stay standing, gripping his hair and propping yourself up against the mirror. “Feels so good, holy fuck-” You moaned, Colby’s lips reattaching themselves to your clit. You whimpered as you felt a familiar knot form in your stomach, your legs shaking.
“Awe are you gonna cum already ma?” Chris taunted, smirking as he watched your facial expression in the mirror. You couldn’t help it, your body begging for release. “Please, please let me cum,” You pleaded. You felt Colby release your clit with a pop your knees threatening to buckle. “Cum,” Colby said assertively, lapping at your clit. You nearly fell forward as you squirted, your juices coating Colby’s face. Chris continued to ram inside of you, before the satisfying feeling of his hips stuttering ensued.
You could feel him filling your cunt, Colby’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Holy shit, i’ve never, fucking wow,” You gasped, nervously smiling. Chris slid out of you, Colby rising to his feet. “That was so fucking hot,” He grinned, pressing his lips against yours. You could taste your juices on his tongue, grasping onto him to stay upright in your heels. Chris took a seat on the couch behind you both, slowly stroking his length to the sight in front of him. Colby roughly grabbed your ass, his fingers borderline bruising your skin.
You groaned into his mouth, trying to keep up with his roughness. “Jump for me,” Colby murmured against your lips. You briefly pulled away, attempting to catch your breath. “I’ll tear the dress,” You say. Colby picked you up anyways, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. You could hear the fabric tearing, a gasp escaping your lips. “Colby this isn’t mine-” You began, Colby’s attention turning to your neck. You whimpered as he pushed you against the mirror, pushing himself inside of you.
Your juices and Chris’s coated his cock, your walls spasming around him as you struggled to accommodate to his size. “I’ll buy you and whoever’s this is an entire fucking wardrobe,” He grunted, sloppily kissing your neck. Looking over his shoulder you could see Chris, cheeks flushed pink with his bottom lip between his teeth. His cock was in hand, his cum now used as lubricant as he jerked himself off. “Colby please, i’m sensitive,” You whined, the slightest feeling of friction against your clit making you squirm.
Colby bucked his hips inside of you, gripping you as he rammed into you. “You can handle it, give us one more,” He whispered, groaning as his tip brushed against your g spot. His thrust felt euphoric, Chris watching him fuck you senseless only making your core throb more. Colby’s hand slithered to your throat, gently pressing the sides as you moaned his name like a mantra. “Such a pretty girl, taking me like this,” He praised. He brought himself close to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe.
“Maybe next time we’ll have you take both of us at the same time,” Colby said, thrusting up into you once more. You dug your nails into his shirt, your second orgasm approaching quickly. “I can feel you squeezing me. You like that idea huh? Having both of us fuck you senseless,” Colby chuckled darkly, squeezing your throat. You babbled a mindless agreement, one of your hands flying to his wrist. “Fuck fuck fuck, just like that, please,” You whined. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came, your cunt creaming around Colby’s shaft.
The brunette couldn’t hold back any long, thrusting into you one last time to cum deep inside of you. When your eyelids managed to flutter open you saw Chris in the same position, his hand covered in his seed. You laid your head back against the mirror, smiling as Colby released your neck. “Awe fuck that might bruise,” He mumbled. You giggled as he set you down, your legs wobbly. “It’ll be fine. I’ll pay you back next time,” You replied, still dazed. Noticing you could hardly stand, he carried you over to the couch to sit beside Chris.
Chris was quick to throw his arm around you, pulling you against his chest. “I’m trying very hard to ignore the fact we’re sitting on a cum stained couch,” Chris admitted, causing you to giggle. Colby began fixing his hair, a knock on the door making the three of you jump. Both you and Chris panicked, trying to cover yourselves. Colby signaled for you both to wait, fixing his belt. “Who is it?” He asked loudly, not answering the door.
A very drunk Sam Golbach audibly laughed. “Dude that mirror is one way glass!” He exclaimed. You felt your face turn red, instantly scurrying to pull down your dress. Colby cracked open the door as Chris attempted to clean himself up. “Why didn’t you tell us?” He demanded. Once Chris was decent Colby let him in, the blonde bright red in the face. “Relax I was about to hook up with an old friend but noticed the glass. I single handedly guarded the room with my life, scouts honor,” Sam said, holding up his hand like he was in boy scouts. You exchanged glances with Chris, who looked equally as nervous.
“Wait you didn’t-” Chris began, Sam quick to stop him.
“Gross of course not, although what I did very briefly see was very hot if that helps,” Sam said, giving you a cheeky wink. You felt yourself blush, Colby quick to give him a small slap upside the head. “Dont flirt with her when I just- Wait, hooking up with an old friend? Sam!” Colby scolded. Sam awkwardly laughed, quickly sprinting out of the room. “We agreed not to hook up with exs get back here!” Colby yelled, sighing. Colby dashed after him, leaving both you and Chris to laugh as they disappeared.
“We should probably go after them right?”
“I’d love nothing more.”
#sam and colby#sam and colby smut#colby brock#colby brock x reader#colby brock x y/n#colby brock x you#sam golbach#sam golbach smut#sam golbach x colby brock#chris sturniolo x y/n#chris sturniolo smut#chris sturniolo x you#chris sturniolo x reader#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo x reader#sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo smut
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azriel x bff!reader who make out randomly. not just once. like repeatedly. they make out during parties when they find a dark corner. when the ic is busy doing something and they find it boring. sometimes the ic finds them randomly making out. like full on make out sessions. but if asked they're like "we just friends, friends who kiss" or something like that.
just friends.
a/n: oh my god. listen this awakened something feral within me. hot steamy makeout sessions with az any time you want? god, could you imagine 😩
song inspiration: keep me on by noah guy.
you and azriel were friends—just friends, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t kiss sometimes.
especially when the shadowsinger was so good at it.
you couldn’t even remember how it started. maybe during a night out at rita’s when you and az drank a little too much, danced a little too close, and got a little too flirty. you couldn’t recall who dragged who out of the pleasure hall for a breath of fresh air, but it didn’t matter.
as the warm, balmy breeze flowed through your hair, you’d leaned against the red brick wall, cheeks flushed and lips tingling with the sting of tequila, and azriel had come closer, caging you in.
maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the way the moonlight kissed azriel’s golden brown skin, but you couldn’t stop staring at his mouth. those pouty, seductive lips that had been pressed against your ear for most of the night, whispering sarcastic retorts and flirty remarks. gods, you really wanted to know what azriel tasted like.
“don’t do that,” az said, his voice rough and smoky. he was looking down at you, the first few buttons of his black shirt left open so you could admire the intricate tattoos swirling through the hard planes of his chest.
“do what?” you asked innocently, fluttering your lashes up at the shadowsinger.
swirls of brown and green flecked with gold seemed to pull you in as azriel’s gaze flickered over your face. "that," he tilted your chin up and you tried not to shiver as his rough, calloused hands brushed against your soft skin. “look at me like you want to kiss me.”
“so what if i do?” you bit your lip, meeting those glowing golden eyes. a small smirk graced your face as azriel took a sharp breath. “what are you gonna do about it, az?”
really, you should’ve known better than to tease the shadowsinger. within the blink of an eye, azriel’s lips were crashing into yours, soft yet firm, passionate yet gentle, dominant but still yielding as you twined your fingers through his hair to taste more, more, more.
your best friend hiked you up against the wall and the brick was a shock of cold against your skin as you pressed up against it, but you didn’t even care. you were too busy wrapping your legs around azriel’s trim waist to notice. you kissed and kissed, not once breaking away from each other even as the cement scratched at your exposed back.
and gods, when azriel teased his tongue between your parted lips, you completely lost it. he tasted like warm whiskey and spun sugar and you could barely keep up as your tongues danced together.
there was so much to explore—his mouth, his throat, his neck. you drank all of it in, peppering kisses where you could, getting your fill and more of the shadowsinger. it might've been minutes or hours later when you two finally peeled yourself off of each other, eyes wild and chests heaving as you explored this entirely new territory of your friendship.
since then, making out with azriel had become a regular occurrence. the two of you just couldn’t help yourselves.
azriel was a good fucking kisser and you loved making out with him every chance you got.
you and the shadowsinger were completely shameless about it too. it wasn’t unheard of for you to sneak off during an inner circle party to find some dark corner and completely devour each other.
one particular time during game night, you’d gotten bored of playing cards. as usual, azriel was wiping the floor with your friends. he was reclined in his seat with a slight smirk on his face and you fondly rolled your eyes across from him. while you were usually a good sport, your mind started wandering to other activities you’d much rather be doing with the shadowsinger. and so you’d dragged your foot along his leg, keeping a straight face as you pretended to be engrossed in the cards in your hands.
azriel nearly knocked his knee against the top of the table and cassian looked over at him with a raised brow. "you okay there, brother?"
the shadowsinger composed himself, his heated gaze flickering over to you before he gave cas a small nod. "all this winning is making me a little parched," he said with a smirk. "i say we break into rhysand's good wine. y/n, care to join me?"
you nodded, taking azriel's hand as he led you to the door leading to the wine cellar. nesta shot you a knowing look while cassian grinned beside her. "don't take too long or else i won't be able to resist the temptation of peeking at your hand, az," the illyrian general teased.
"we'll be right back," you assured your friends with a smile.
that turned out to be a complete lie.
you hadn't even taken two steps into the wine cellar before azriel was pulling you to his chest, lips pressing against yours. you sighed in satisfaction against his mouth as your best friend chuckled.
"really couldn't wait, huh?" az's voice was low and husky as he nuzzled his nose against your skin, peppering kisses against the hollow of your throat. "are you that eager for me, pretty girl?"
"i got bored of playing cards," you said, eyes rolling back as azriel sucked at your collarbone. "i wanted to play with you instead."
"yeah?" the shadowsinger teased, tilting your head back to allow him easier access to your neck. "you like it when i kiss you here?" azriel grazed the sensitive spot below your right ear with his lips, teasing and taunting. "or maybe here?" his lips moved across your jawline, tongue flicking wickedly as you took a sharp breath.
"az," you rasped, letting out a breathy moan. "stop teasing and fucking kiss me already."
azriel smirked in satisfaction, but obliged you all the same. he kissed you, rough and demanding, teeth clashing and tongues dancing as his hands roamed underneath your knit sweater. it felt intoxicating and no matter how many times you kissed him, it still didn't feel like enough.
you were absolutely greedy with it too, tugging at his hair, nipping at his neck, tracing the tattoos on his golden brown skin with your tongue while azriel groaned and shifted you to the side, nearly knocking over a rack full of expensive wine. you giggled as the glass clinked together, echoing through the spacious cellar.
"and you said i was eager," you taunted, pressing a hand against azriel's chest. "keep it down, az. unless you want the whole godsdamned house to hear us."
the shadowsinger only shrugged, pecking at your cheek. "why bother? it's not like they don't already know what we're doing down here."
that much was true. your friends had caught you in a compromising position more than once. in a coat closet. under a dark alcove. even tucked away in the kitchen pantry. at this point, they'd stopped acting surprised when they walked in on you.
you chuckled. "fair point."
azriel smiled and dipped his head lower, brushing his nose against yours. "now where were we, angel?"
his scarred hand wrapped around the side of your neck and he gave no warning as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, prodding and teasing, smiling against you when he heard your little gasp of surprise.
azriel loved how responsive you were. relished every breath and moan and sigh. savored the push and pull. adored the tugging and nipping and roaming. it was addicting and so were you.
he couldn't focus on anything else when you were in the room. even his shadows quieted, content to swirl through your wrists and ankles and hair. they were entirely distracted by you, which explained why azriel hadn't heard the footsteps or seen the light streaming in from the cellar door until lucien came into view.
the male hovered over the first step, confused and flustered as realization flooded his features. "sorry—they sent me down here to get more wine."
you grabbed the wine bottle closest to you and tossed it at the male. lucien caught it, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "that should do."
"thanks," he managed to stutter out.
azriel cut him a withering glare, his wing cloaking over you protectively. "do you fucking mind?"
the redhaired male shook his head and bounded up the stairs, carefully shutting the door behind him.
when you were sure lucien was out of earshot, you swatted azriel's arm. "did you have to be so rude?"
"no," az said nonchalantly. "that was purely for my enjoyment."
you rolled your eyes. "you illyrians and your possessiveness," you mumbled, latching your lips onto his neck. "don't worry, az. you'll always be my favorite."
the shadowsinger smirked in satisfaction. "damn right, angel."
an hour later, you and azriel emerged from the wine cellar with ruffled hair and swollen lips. and you'd forgotten to fetch the damned wine that you went down to the cellar for in the first place.
you walked into the living room just in time to hear lucien murmuring to elain, "i thought they were friends."
you snorted, making lucien flinch. "we are," you confirmed as azriel plopped down onto the couch, pulling you into his lap. "best friends." the shadowsinger grinned as you kissed his cheek. "that doesn't mean we can't kiss a little."
lucien looked utterly confused. he glanced around the room, meeting cassian's amused gaze. "trust me, it's better if you don't ask. i stopped trying to understand a long time ago."
you childishly stuck your tongue out at the illyrian general. "you're just cranky because az was kicking your ass at cards."
cassian raised a brow. "before you distracted him with your feminine wiles and gave vanserra over here a show."
azriel rested his chin on the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist. "lucien is free to watch," the shadowsinger said smoothly. "as long as that's all he does."
lucien choked on his wine as the rest of your friends laughed.
#good lord i didn't know i needed this#bless you anon#azriel#azriel fic#azriel fanfic#azriel x reader#azriel x you#azriel acotar#azriel fanfiction#azriel fluff#azriel shadowsinger#azriel spymaster#azriel/reader
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can’t stop thinking about simon falling for harley quinn reader typa beat
it’s a slow burn for sure, definitely not love at first right because he hates her guts the first time price introduced her during debrief session. she's fucking deranged. has murdered countless of innocent people before and not to mention shoplifting?? like why would price think it'd be a good idea to have her as a temporary addition to tf141? this woman is a criminal. he hates how cheery and giddy she is, always waving her hand to greet the team, acting like she hadn’t done some very questionable things, dropping offhanded comments that makes him choke in his own spit, parading herself in short black and red outfits that barely covers her ass and chest EVEN during the mission. it annoys him to the fucking bone.
but then as time slowly goes by, he begins to warm up to her existence. he’s starting to care about her well-being, putting a mental note on what she likes and dislikes, stealing glances at her way to see if she’s comfortable ever so often. he notices how she carries a red lipstick wherever she goes. black if she’s not feeling herself. his lips often twitches into a small smile whenever she does something cute to him and always always making sure she's okay during every single mission. ‘you okay, love?’ or ‘tell me if something’s bothering you, yeah?’ is what he always says. sometimes when the team has to split up, he’d be the first one to say ‘she’s with me’ and it makes her heart warms.
he's amazed at how well she handles rifles, all while looking and acting pretty. (he finds her adorable overtime too but he'd die before admitting that to her). when he lent her his signature AAC Honey Badger, he was impressed by how smoothly she used it, but nothing beats the way she kills enemies with her pink oversized mallet.
‘i can kill them in five, boys ! just give me a sec’ is what she says in a cheerful tone with a giggle after price had notified that there’s too much guards for them to handle. before price could even protest, she already loaded up her gun and walk towards where the guards are. it was something ghost had never found so attractive before but the way she said it? the confidence? her strutting like she owns the shit? considered him rock hard at that point.
before she goes, she tells the boys to wait while she does her thing. but not before sending a wink to ghost’s direction. she has a spot for him, she makes sure he knows that.
the team watch her gracefully killing the enemies through the cameras. small splash of blood painted her face as she smiles up at the camera to give the boys a small wave. she then jumps to one of the guard and put them in a headlock, suffocating him with her thighs to crack his neck in one swift motion (oh he’d do anything to let her do that to him)
‘fucking hell… look at this lass go’ soap tsked, others agreed. especially simon. this is the first time he had found a woman looking incredibly sexy and sophisticated while blowing someone's head off. it’s almost impossible a woman like her actually exists.
so the moment he hears her being held captured by the enemies, his blood runs cold. ghost. goes fucking. BALLISTIC. like 100% feral, no one could stop this man from tearing down the whole fucking sky to save her. so he makes up a plan to save her with the team. from there, add this scene while we're on it. safe to say she was truly moved by it.
‘oh… you were actually going to save me?’ she asks giving him her puppy dog eyes,
he grumbled while nodding sheepishly, his grip around the rifle tighten. ‘yeah.. and it was a pretty damn good plan too’
‘i’m sorry... well, i can go back in again if you still want to do it..’ her voice coming out soft and tender,
he smiles softly underneath the mask. even with dried up blood decorating her nose and the corner of her lips, he still finds her beautiful,
mentally ill but beautiful.
‘no—no that’s okay. ‘m just glad you’re safe, sweetheart’
he finds being with her is easy. just as easy as breathing. his once cold heart now softened because of her. and it is reserved only for her
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i’m a firm believer that ghost is into batshit crazy women he can’t fix
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skz and their reaction to you in lingerie
pairing: ot8 stray kids x fem/afab!reader
genre: smut, headcanon, 18+ (minors dni)
length: 929
warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, collars, lingerie, degradation, praising, role play, semi public sex, licking/sucking, fem reader, afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)
chan
what you’re wearing for him: always a matching set, but the color and the style change every time. it could be lacy, see through, or strappy depending on what you’re feeling at that time, but no matter what, it’s always a cute bra and matching pantie.
without fail, chan is over the moon every time he sees you in lingerie. he cannot figure out how he ended up with someone so fucking gorgeous. the praise goes absolutely through the roof, he will not shut up about how you look like a literal goddess. he’s already a pleasure dom baseline, but it’s exponentially increased when you dress up for him. like you’re going to be cumming a minimum of five times.
minho
what you’re wearing for him: everything is very strappy, like there are straps, buckles, and rings literally everywhere. basically nothing is being covered. it’s also all exclusively black.
with minho, him seeing you wear lingerie goes a few different ways. sometimes he’s the one who actually bought you it to wear, because he wanted to see you dressed like his little slut. if you get something to surprise him, it’s always going to be a good night for you. something about you going out of your way to please him really strokes his ego. you’re going to hear lots of phrases along the lines of “you got all dressed up for me?” and “you wanted to look pretty for me?” and you’re definitely being heavily rewarded.
changbin
what you’re wearing for him: lot of bodysuits, specifically the ones with the buttons, so he can just snap them open and go for it. bonus points if there are garters attached with stockings, because they really accentuate your luscious thighs that he loves so much.
he literally short circuits when he sees you in lingerie. brain off, dick on. because you know how much it turns him on to see you in lingerie, you like to save it for specific situations. like you’ll surprise him with it when you’re super horny and just want to get your lights fucked out. alternatively if you know he’s super stressed but won’t stop thinking about whatever it is, you will put on a nice lacy bodysuit, because you know it will clear his mind of all thoughts.
hyunjin
what you’re wearing for him: you’re always picking something lacy, but very revealing. like all of it is extremely see through lace, leaving absolutely nothing up to the imagination. typically in red, black, or dark green.
obssessed. he loses his fucking mind when he sees you in lingerie. he is going to completely worship every inch of your body to show you how good you look. he will be sucking and biting on any part of you not covered by the lingerie, making sure to leave his marks all over your skin. anything covered by bits of lace he is going to lick and kiss reverently, completely transfixed by how stunning it is on you. he is also making sure you don’t take it off during sex; it’s staying on when he’s fucking you.
jisung
what you’re wearing for him: roleplay lingerie - cue slutty maid, slutty police officer, slutty anime character, etc. basically if it can be a character in any scenario but made slutty, you own it.
you don’t really spontaneously surprise him with lingerie, as all of it has to do with a roleplay scenario. it’s always planned ahead depending on what you two decided to do that evening. he's still going absolutely feral when he sees you in it, and you are always getting the best sex.
felix
what you’re wearing for him: it’s all going to be very lacy, but also tasteful. lots of pastel colors and usually in a babydoll style
you decide one day to wear it as a surprise and when he sees you, he gets super flustered. after he recovers from how incredible you look, he literally will not stop talking about how beautiful you are for the rest of the evening.
seungmin
what you’re wearing for him: everything is going to be a sheer mesh or embroidered, nothing lace. it’s also all very see through, like it’s covering everything while also simultaneously covering absolutely nothing. usually floral and dainty with lots of purples, pinks, and blues. the pattern/fabric is always the same, but the actual style of lingerie varies.
you love to put on lingerie and then go about your day as a way to get him going. like you will be in a completely sheer bodysuit just cleaning the house or cooking. and anytime you go out anywhere, like to drinks with friends or even just grocery shopping, you will tell him what lingerie you are wearing under your clothes just to taunt him. at least half the time you end up fucking somewhere wayyy too public as a result of your endeavors.
jeongin
what you’re wearing for him: you start out with just basic matching sets. over time, things evolve and you experiment with different styles. however, in the end his favorite ends up just being you naked in a collar.
in the beginning, he asked you to wear it because he wanted to see you in lingerie. after you realize how hot he thinks you look in it you start surprising him with it more often. you progress and try all sorts of different things until one of the times you go to a sex shop together he mentions a collar. after that, you never go back to regular lingerie.
#stray kids smut#stray kids imagines#stray kids x reader#bang chan smut#lee know smut#changbin smut#hyunjin smut#han jisung smut#felix smut#seungmin smut#jeongin smut#stray kids#ot8#stray kids headcanons#headcanons#minors shoo#mine#hard stray kids hours#q: painting with hyunjin
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The Daughter's Return Part 3
Chapter 22: A Painful Departing
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Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 2k
You thrashed in Marco’s arms, desperately trying to reach Ace. But Marco’s grip on you was iron tight, and you were forced to watch the love of your life throw flame after useless flame. Akainu burned too hot. Ace’s flames had no effect on him. You knew that, and surely Ace had to know that too. And now you had to sit back and watch him fight a battle he could never win.
You saw it before it was going to happen. Your observation haki had never been so clear and concise. But you saw the final punch. The one that went through his chest. To protect Luffy.
You couldn’t bear it. Your father and your lover in the same day. You refused.
You went feral, thrashing in Marco’s hold. Any bit he would give you to break free would get you closer to Ace. It wasn’t your proudest moment, but you held your bracelet against his skin and sunk your teeth into flesh.
“What the hell?!” Marco screamed and you used his shock to rip your body away from him, taking off towards Ace.
“No!” Marco screamed, but you scrambled away before he had the chance to grab you. You said a silent apology to your child as you ripped your bracelet off and shoved it into your pocket, lava coursing back into your veins as you dashed toward Ace and Akainu. You were close. You could make it.
It was a race between the three fire users: Ace, Akainu, and you. Who could get to their target first. Any mistake would end in death.
Lava clashed against lava, your two fists smashing against Akainu’s one. It burned, but you could hold it steady.
“Ace?” Luffy’s small voice came from behind you, but you didn’t dare lose your concentration.
Akainu gave you a wicked smirk. “You’ve gotten weaker,” he chuckled, looking at how much you struggled to keep your hold against him.
“So have you.” Your teeth grinded together in concentration, trying to push him back. Even just an inch.
“Stop,” Ace begged. “Y/N, stop. You can’t-“
“Go!” You screamed. “You caused this! So take Luffy and go! Now!”
“I’m not leaving you!”
“Fuck, Ace! Just listen to me for once in your life!” You screamed. It was ironic those words were coming from you, considering how many times others had said them to you that you had ignored. “Go!”
Your entire body ignited, pushing lava toward Ace and Luffy so they were forced to flee. You heard footsteps receding, and you turned your attention back to the battle. You had to give them enough time to get away. Enough time to be free.
Your skin burned. Your vision grew spotty. You could feel the urge to vomit rising fast, but you forced it back down. You just had to hold Akainu for a few more minutes. Just until Ace and Luffy got away. You could do this. The pain was nothing compared to the heartbreak you had endured.
Akainu gave you a smirk. “I see you’d prefer for me to kill you first.”
“I would prefer that, actually,” you hissed back, starting to lose traction. “Ace promised I could die first.”
His smirk grew to a wicked grin. “Then let me make good on that promise.”
His other fist swung around, aiming to connect to your face. You couldn’t stop it. You knew that. It was over.
A part of you was relieved. You had been fighting just to survive for so long, it would be nice to rest for a bit. You could see Thatch again. You would never have to know life without your father. Your family would be okay. They had each other. And Ace had Luffy. You could die knowing you had made a difference. That’s what really mattered.
You closed your eyes and waited for the impact. For the end.
The sound of a metal sword clanged in your ear, and the heat that was emitting from the Vice Admiral in front of you seemed to disappear. A gasp exuded from the crowd, and your eyes snapped open again.
“Sorry I was late, Y/N.” Red hair and a black cape clouded your vision, Shanks comforting voice filling your ears. “We got a little busy on the way here.”
Just the arrival of Shanks and his executive crew made the Marines stop in their tracks. Even Segoku looked nervous. But all you wanted to do was cry.
“I think we can call this a draw, Sengoku. Don’t you?” Shanks called up to the Fleet Admiral, still holding Akainu with his sword.
Sengoku’s eye twitched, but he didn’t move. “Shanks-“
“You’ve got Whitebeard, we’ve got Ace. Seems like a fair trade off.”
You looked over to your father, still standing tall despite the holes that had been bored through him, and you struggled to keep your composure.
“She’s under my protection now, Whitebeard!” Shanks yelled out, for the entire battlefield to hear. “I‘ll protect them both until I breathe my last breath! I swear it!”
“Go,” your father’s voice came, soft but powerful. “Keep living. That is my final order as your captain and your father.”
Tears slipped down your cheeks as you stared in awe, but Shanks threw you over his shoulder and darted away from Akainu as everyone turned their attention away from you.
“No!” You screamed, smacking Shanks back. “He’s alive! He’s alive! We can’t leave him!”
Akainu quickly recovered from shock and shot a beam of lava at you and Shanks, but Shanks quickly evaded it. However, the brothers in front of you weren’t so lucky.
The beam hit Ace’s back and Luffy’s torso, causing them to collapse to the ground.
“Ace!” You screamed, but he didn’t get up.
“Ace!” You screamed again, twisting in Shanks’s hold to get a better view. “Ace! Get up!”
“Stop squirming,” Shanks scolded. “Trust me and trust them. Stay still.”
But you couldn't do what you were told. You never could. Ace was in danger, and you kicked and shoved until Shanks lost his hold of you.
You dashed towards Ace and Luffy, falling to the ground next to them. Ace’s back was covered in lava, and you quickly worked to move it off him. His skin looked like it was melting, steam emitting from his body as he lay limp and unresponsive.
Luffy was faring slightly better than Ace, but they both had severe burns and wounds from the lava. You couldn’t even tell if they were alive.
“Ace,” you sobbed, trying to shake him and Luffy awake. “Please wake up.”
“Jinbe!” Shanks yelled. “Can you take them?”
“Please,” you whispered, cupping Ace’s face. “Please don’t leave me.”
“He’s dead!” Akainu shouted, approaching the three of you. “And soon you can join him.”
His fist ignited, and you leaned yourself over Ace and Luffy, trying your best to shield them so the lava wouldn’t hurt them again.
“I’m sorry, dad,” you whispered, holding the brothers tightly. “I��m sorry Rayleigh. I tried.”
You could feel the heat of Akainu getting closer to you, just as you remembered in your dreams. You were too weak. You were always too weak.
Suddenly you were lifted up, being carried away. You tried to twist your body, searching Ace and Luffy again, but the grip tightened and was too strong for you to fight. You screamed out, half in frustration, half in pain.
“I have them,” Jinbe said. “Stop fighting me! You’re only hurting yourself.”
Jinbe’s voice gave you a little bit of comfort, but you still panicked as you thought about Ace and Luffy. How were they doing? Would they even make it off the battlefield?
“Up here!” A man atop a yellow ship shouted. “I’m a doctor.”
Jinbe skillfully jumped up onto the deck of the ship and bolted through the door. He dropped you gently to the ground, and then set the two unconscious boys down for the doctor to take over.
You tried to stand on your own, but your vision instantly went spotty. You staggered and tried to hold onto the wall for support, but you weren’t sure how long you would last.
Luffy was being carried away by about five different people when you finally looked up. Ace was face down on the ground, two men tending to his burn wounds.
“Bepo, make us disappear.” The man with the spotted hat watched you cautiously. “At least you’re still standing. Looks like you’re the one I have to worry about the least.”
To counteract his point, you leaned over into the trash can and immediately threw up. You hadn’t had your bracelet on for at least 20 minutes, and you began to fear the worst as your stomach churned and shifted.
“Sea prism,” you choked out, vomiting more contents of your stomach into the trash can. “I need sea prism.”
You reached into your pocket and grabbed your bracelet, trying to cool your body back down. But even with the bracelet on, your entire body felt funny.
You cried out in pain as another sharp stab hit your stomach, causing you to double over as you struggled to breathe.
“You really can’t handle your own ability?” He snapped, narrowing his eyes at you. He could tell something was wrong with you. This wasn’t normal levels of sickness due to devil fruit powers.
You began throwing up again though, major cramps still tearing through in your abdomen.
“What aren’t you telling me?” The man hissed, bending down and putting his hand against your forehead.
“Tend to Luffy,” you whispered, gagging and curling into a ball to try and mitigate the pain. You clutched your sea prism bracelet, but the pain wasn’t going away.
“Tell me,” the man said, grabbing your jawline and forcing you to stare at him.
“She’s pregnant,” Jinbe said, watching you wearily. Ace must have told him. They had been together in Impel Down, afterall.
“How far along?” He hissed.
“Five months,” you whimpered, tears beading at the corner of your eyes. You tore away from him to continue wrenching into the trash can.
He sharply inhaled. “Don’t you know not to use your powers during pregnancy?”
“I didn’t plan on it,” you snapped back. “But I wasn’t going to let Ace die!”
A blue hue appeared around you, and then suddenly you were dropped into an ice water bath.
You screamed out in shock, unsure where you were. You prayed the Navy hadn’t found a way to get you back into their grasp.
There was commotion outside, and suddenly Jinbe burst through the door to see you sitting in the tub. The other man followed in after him.
“Luffy and Ace,” you said again, bile rising into your mouth once again. “Go check on them.”
“My crew is prepping for surgery as we speak. Do me a favor and stay still.”
Once again, a blue hue surrounded you. You weren’t sure what this man’s power was, but you were certain it was tied to the strange color that surrounded you now.
He ran a sword along your body, and a scan came up. There were a several red alerts that occurred around your stomach, and your heart quickened.
“Is it okay?” You asked. “Is my baby okay?”
“Ikkoku!” He barked out, and suddenly a woman appeared in the doorway. “Prep her for surgery. 5 months pregnant. Priority is lowering body temperature to normal range.”
“Of course, captain.” The woman said, walking over to you. “You’re going to feel a light pinch.”
“What’s happening?” you cried, the world starting to spin around you. “No, no, no! You aren’t listening to me. I-I need- to-” your breathing became low and rapid, thoughts getting jumbled in your head before you could speak them.
“She’s going into shock,” Ikkoku called out, urgency in her voice.
“Shit,” the man hissed. “The others can wait. Take her into surgery now.”
“No,” you mumbled. Your body felt so heavy. “Luffy…Ace…they…need…”
And then everything went dark.
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@jegulus-microfic | feb 29 address | words 1881
hi, so this one is so fucking long, i don’t even know how it happened. anyways, hope you’ll enjoy it :3
first part | previous part
Reg
So
Will you be there tonight?
James looked at the message he received almost half an hour ago and for the hundredth time deleted his response.
‘Of course I’ll be there’ sounded too eager. ‘Yeah’ was out of question with it being too dry. ‘I’ll try to make it’ was just mean, like when you have a big event at school and your parents say that exact line, and you just feel like shit. So he sat there, on his couch, contemplating how to answer the man he apparently fancies. He thought the crush went away with them going separate ways after school, but oh well. With just one dinner, all the feelings came back, making him feel like a teenager again.
He deleted another answer when Regulus texted him again.
Reg
You know I can see you typing then changing your mind over and over again, right?
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was his chance to keep this from getting any weirder.
James
yeah i know sorry about that
and answering the first question yes ill be there
:)
With that, he threw his phone as far away from himself as he could and went to have a crisis while taking a shower. And don’t get him wrong - he really wanted to be there, to see the art Regulus makes, but at the same time he didn’t want to make a fool of himself. He liked Reg, he wanted to get to know him again after all those years they haven’t talked. And yet, he was still afraid he would fuck it up somehow.
“No you won’t” he said to his reflection in the mirror. “You won’t, just pull yourself together. And don’t act weird, just… be who you are. If he doesn’t like it, back off.”
After that little motivational talk, James started to get ready properly. He did his skincare routine, tried to (and failed) tame the nest on his head, also known as hair, and went to the closet to find something suitable for the occasion. How does one even dress for opening?
Having no better option, James decided to do the most stupid thing he could do.
“What are you wearing tonight?” he asked without any greeting. On the other side he heard the most feral laughter ever and just groaned at it. “It’s not funny, I really don’t know!” the laughter became even more hysterical, so James just stood in the middle of his closet, waiting for Sirius to calm down.
“Oh god, this is too good” his best friend chuckled a little breathlessly. “Are you trying to impress my brother or what?”
“I’m not trying to impress anyone, I just… what should I wear? To not look like an idiot?” more giggles from Sirius.
“Yeah, well, me and Moony are going in our usual clothes, so maybe something in between?”
“You mean I should go as a slutty grandpa?” James grumbled. His bestie just barked another laugh at that.
“Yes, exactly! Hope I helped, gotta go, see you there” and the call ended.
It actually did help, to his surprise. He put on a maroon turtleneck, paired it with suit trousers and his favourite red converse. The entire outfit, although simple, seemed to emphasise his muscles, giving the exact result James was aiming for. He put three golden hoops in his ear and finally felt ready.
Grabbing the phone from the armchair it landed on, James check if Regulus sent any new messages - he did.
Reg
I’m glad.
Don’t overdress, it’s a casual event, nothing fancy.
Do you know where to go?
Should I send you the address?
?
Hello?
Are you alive?
James, it’s been more than an hour, are you alright?
James smiled at all of this, quickly replying with ‘yes everythings good the shower took longer than it should pls send the address’.
***
He arrived at a small local art gallery, where the opening took place. As soon as James got out of his car, Remus and Sirius spotted him, practically running in his direction. The shorter man, dressed in a silk shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and tight jeans (all black, of course), jumped into his arms, screaming excitedly, like he hasn’t seen him in a while (since yesterday). From behind, Sirius’ fiancé rolled his eyes, smirking at their antics.
“Fancy seeing you here, Prongs” Remus said cheekily, when the long-haired man came to his side. It was James’ turn to roll his eyes.
“Are we coming in or are we just gonna stand here and freeze?” Sirius asked, snuggling closer to Remus.
“You should’ve dressed accordingly to the weather. I’m feeling petty so - Moony, would you mind giving me a fag?” James chirped sweetly, batting his lashes at the taller man.
He didn’t give him the cigarette, what’s with his shivering partner, so they just walked in to the gallery.
James spotted Regulus immediately. He was wearing a dark green sweater with a white collar sticking out from under it, black trousers and low Docs. He looked innocent and hot at the same time. He could see the younger man noticing him, too, when his lips turned into a little smile.
“Hi, Little Star” Reg snorted at that, and that was all he had to do to get himself a wide grin from James.
“Hello, James. Thank you for coming” came the slightly amused answer. They scanned each other for a second. From up close Regulus looked even better, James thought.
“You look good, I mean, like, very good” Reg chuckled softly at that and the other man melted a little.
“You look good, too” younger man replied, his cheeks turning slightly pink.
Their moment was interrupted by Sirius barging in, saying how proud of his little brother he is, while ruffling Reg’s hair. Even though he didn’t like it, Regulus hasn’t voiced his displeasure. It was nice of him, really.
Not long after, some professor welcomed everyone from the middle of the room, talking about all the hard work his students put into this exhibition and how glad he was to see so many people coming to appreciate that work. Some ovations. Then they were free to admire the pieces. Most of them were paintings, but there were also sculptures and some photographs.
The theme of the exhibition was ‘love’, so the students presented how they perceived it - some in a cute way, whit elderly couples sitting on a bench or some places they loved, but there were also darker ones, presenting the topic as suffocating or painful. James felt sorry for all those people who suffered because of something that should have been beautiful.
When they finally reached Regulus’ pieces James felt something warm crawling inside his chest. He didn’t immediately understand them, since Reg created abstract art, but the longer he looked the more he could see. On the first one there were spots of paint that must’ve been two cuddled figures in the dark place, surrounded by a little light, just around them, like a halo. James thought it must represent how Regulus felt about his brother, what was confirmed as he spotted Sirius’ eyes glistening in the bright lights of the gallery.
The second one was brighter, like it was some kind of meadow maybe? There also were smudges of paint in different colours - some of them lighter others darker. Those probably were Regulus’ friends and James had an urge to comment on that one.
“That’s so cute. They must’ve loved it so much” he said, looking down at Regulus. “Where are they, by the way?”
“They will come later, when there’s not so many people so we can really discuss others works” the younger man replied simply. “We’ll probably just end up laughing at them, really” he added with a shrug.
At that James pretend to be outraged, gasping and putting a hand to his chest.
“Oh! Am I not worthy of laughing at other people’s art with you? Tell me how can I be granted this privilege, I’ll do anything!” He kept up his act, grabbing Regulus by the shoulders, bending his knees like a sufferer begging for water.
The younger of Black brother looked at him, trying real hard to not look amused, but his eyes were giving him away.
“You’re pathetic” he said, not even a little bite to it. To be honest he sounded a little like he was enjoying James’ antics.
“Yet, you like me so much you managed to rob your own brother of my number” James said it like he was plotting something. “And you wanted to rob me of my time, the audacity.”
“Please stop” the shorter man buried his face in his hands. “Don’t mention it ever again” he added, a little muffled by the hands. He had really nice hands, James noticed.
“Oh, I will not stop till the day I die.”
They moved to the third piece and- oh. James might not be the brightest person alive, but he knew what was on the last painting. It was similar to the other two they saw earlier, smudges of paint in different shades creating two figures. The figures were hugging, not like the first ones, but more like lovers trying to become one. One person was rather pale, contrasting with the other who looked tanned. Their hair was black and deep brown, respectively.
James looked at it with awe, felt the butterflies waking up in his stomach and flying freely all over his body. He looked at Regulus, but the other man hasn’t met his eyes, staring straight ahead at his work. James noticed he turned a pretty shade of reddish pink on every bit of his face. His own lips turned into a big fucking grin. He wanted to reach out, touch Regulus, hug him, anything really.
Unfortunately, from behind him came Sirius’ gasp and then excited “Oh my god, Reggie, you painted me and Moony? Oh, that is so lovely, can I have it later?”
James, Remus and Regulus looked at the man at the same time, each one with a deep frown, not believing how delusional Sirius is. As if they shared a brain cell, all three of them nodded in agreement to not lead him astray.
Regulus cleared his throat, and turning to his brother he said “Yes, that’s you and Remus, and no, you cannot take it.”
As the older turned to stare daggers at the younger, they just started bickering about who should have the painting, Remus and James looking at them with amusement.
After some time Regulus’ friends came and the three older man ushered to exit so the younger guys could have fun together. Just before they left, James approached Regulus one last time, cheeky smile on his lips.
“Sirius and Moony, huh?” it earned him an eye roll and a sheepish ‘shut up’. He just smiled wider and leaned down to whisper in Reg’s ear, feeling the black-haired man’s breath hitching “Text me when you get home.”
With that he walked backwards in the general direction of the exit, still looking at Regulus who looked positively stunned. James winked at him and Reg, after waking from the haze, flipped him off. James just chuckled at that loudly, turning to the door.
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Werewolf Stalker (pt.2)
You wake up hours later to something soft covering your body. You slowly blink open your eyes to see golden ones staring back at you. You suddenly remember all the orgasms he brought out of you with his devilish tongue. Bringing you to the highest peak over and over again, all while watching you with feral hunger. He played with your pussy so good you passed out.You clench your thighs together involuntary at the memory. It sent a shock strait to your tender clit making you cry out and seize up in pleasurable pain.You quickly shift your thighs back apart to get some relief, but it's already too late.
He watched your little show and knows just how sensitive you are from him. His arm that was wrapped around you in your sleep, keeping you warm, pulls you even closer against him. He is now inches away from your face, his breath tickling you as he breaths. Then his mouth splits open into a wolf ish grin with all his sharp teeth out on display and growls into your ear " Don't black out on me this time doll, I need to feel your cunt squeezing around me.I want to see you fall apart all over again. I need to see your tears again, all for my cock this time. Think you can do that for me? "
Hearing his vulgar words in that deep growl, you inhale . You hold your breath for a couple beats longer , closing your eyes to think. He hasn't killed you and hasn't even as much as scraped you with those sharp claws of his. You exhale, slowly opening your eyes and building up the courage to pull away slightly and look down.The heavy weight that's been pressed against your stomach stands tall under your gaze.
His shaft was a dark red , with lighter colored veins running along it.The head of his cock was wide and slightly tapered with pre oozing out. Below the head, he got wider and girthier, leading down to his knot that somehow got bigger the longer you stared at it. He was massive compared to the human men you've been with. His whole lower half was throbbing visibly. Just waiting and begging to be touched. Your core throbbed deliciously at the sight, needing to feel him streching you open like he wanted. Even with his wide and larger size you knew you could take him with some prep.
You dragged your eyes back up to see his golden ones reading you like a book. He inhales sharply through his nose and lets out a carnal growl.He smells your want and is barely restraining himself. He could have taken you after you passed out earlier. He could have used you, and you'd have been none the wiser when you woke. But he wanted you to need him too, you realized. Wanted you to want him as badly as he wanted you. He had watched and waited for you like a predator would prey. Waited for the right time to pounce and had taken it. He pleasured you first and made sure you were brought to completion before you even saw his massive cock.You finally throw caution to the wind. You dont care about how fucked up your mind was for thinking that this was one of the most sweet yet , corrupt things anyone has ever done for you.
Making up your mind, you finally respond to him with a sensuous whisper.
" Yes...please...... ruin me. "
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