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yuujispinkhair · 4 months

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Hey Winter, What are your thoughts on a friends with benefits trope with Yuuji and the reader? Love your stories btw 💗💗🩷🩷

Friends with benefits with Yuuji

Yuuji loves to be friends, and he loves to fuck. So why not combine two of his favorite things? After all, he can be your best buddy and give you backshots, right?

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff, College AU Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, handjob, fingering, oral, facesitting, fucking, squirting, loud sex. All characters are of age. Banners by @/benkeibear

It happens so naturally and without being planned or anything. Yuuji likes being your friend. He likes that you get along so well that you can laugh together and watch movies and play video games and cook together and go to fast-food restaurants in the middle of the night. He loves being best friends!

But Yuuji is also a horny boy, and he cannot stop his mind from providing him with dirty thoughts anytime you bend over and he sees your round ass right in front of his face. He cannot stop his body from reacting to being cuddled up with you under a blanket during a movie marathon and feeling your warm body press against him and your head landing in his lap, so damn close to his dick.

Yeah, he is embarrassed and feels guilty when he gets hard from watching you change in front of him. You thought it was no big deal to quickly shrug out of your shirt and sweatpants to put on a better outfit to leave the house. But Yuuji's dick decided it was a big deal, and now his honey eyes are heavy-lidded, and his tan cheeks are flushed. And you can definitely see the huge tent in your best friend's grey sweatpants.

Yuuji's sheepish smile and muttered apology don't take away the evidence that his body obviously wants you. He gulps hard as your eyes widen, and you grin while shaking your head,

"We can't go out like that, Yuu."

And he groans and nods,

"Yeah, I know! I am sorry! My dick is acting so stupid sometimes! Give me a few minutes, and it will be fine again."

He hopes he can will his erection away. Or should he just go to the bathroom and jack off? But before he can decide what to do, you take a step closer to him, and he feels a bit dizzy at the way your gaze is fixed on the bulge in his sweats while you lick your lips.

"Or... I could help you with that."

Maybe it's just meant as a joke. Maybe Yuuji is supposed to laugh and tell you to stop teasing him. But honestly, his ears are ringing, and he feels his cock twitch in interest at your words. He cannot think straight anymore. He always gets a bit stupid when he's horny. And so the only thing that comes out of his mouth is,

"You really wanna help? You don't have to..."

"It's ok, we are best friends. You are closer to me than anyone else, Yuu. And well, it's been a while since I touched a guy, and I kind of... crave it?"

Yuuji only blinks at you for a second before he nods wildly. How could he say no to such a nice offer? He's already lifting his hips and pushing down his sweats and the red boxer briefs underneath, spreading his muscular thighs and taking his fat cock in his hand and pumping it eagerly while a shaky moan escapes his lips,

"Fuck! Then yeah, help me please..."

The first touch of your fingertips to his swollen tip has him whining, and it only takes a short time before he cums all over your hand, nutting so hard that he sees stars.

Fuck, he likes that! It's so easy with you, so uncomplicated. He already likes you so much, and now he can also get his cock stroked by you and maybe even get a chance to touch you too. It really sounds like a perfect deal!

He hasn't even tucked himself back into his pants when the words tumble out of his mouth,

"Thank you... Um, can I repay the favor? I mean, you got me off, and it only seems fair that I get you off, too. Can I? Please?"

That's how you end up on his lap, naked from the waist down, two of Yuuji's thick fingers pumping in and out of your dripping wet cunt while his thumb plays with your clit, making you dig your nails into his broad shoulders and shake and tremble from the intensity of your orgasm on your best friend's hand.

Yuuji is the one who suggests the friends-with-benefits arrangement after that mind-altering experience. After all, he really likes being friends, and he really likes to fuck, so why not combine two of his favorite things? He simply cannot find any downside to that.

"So, we are best friends, and you made me cum, and I made you cum, and I really liked it. Was it good for you too? We could add that to our friendship. If it's ok with you. I mean, sometimes, you know? When we crave it. You are single, and I am single, and I don't really like going to clubs and finding someone just for one night. And you don't do that either. So, maybe we could just make each other feel good sometimes when we feel like it. Would that be ok?"

It is ok, and suddenly, your friendship is not just super fun and goofy but also super sexy.

Only two days later, you both get so riled up while sitting next to each other playing a video game that you end up sloppily making out and feeling each other up through your clothes, dry humping until you both can't take it anymore and tear at each other's clothes.

Finally, Yuuji's large hands are on your juicy ass, kneading your plump cheeks thoroughly while his eyes stare hungrily and his mouth is hanging open, drooling over himself as he looks at you on all fours in front of him, completely naked, ass wiggling teasingly for him, your pussy dripping wet and ready for him to fuck it and make you and him feel good.

Yuuji asks himself why he didn't think of this whole friends-with-benefits thing sooner! He moans so loud that the neighbors hear him when he finally sinks his fat cock into you and fucks you so good you nut three times for him and mewl his name over and over again.

The two of you start to experiment. Trying new positions, you never did before but always wanted to try. Learning each other's body and how to get the best reactions. It's shameless and easy. There are no secrets between you, no taboos. You are best friends, after all. You can tell each other everything. And do everything with each other.

You tell Yuuji no guy ever took such good care of you in bed when he pulls you on his face and eats you out for a whole hour. And it makes him so happy because he likes you so much, and you are his bestie and deserve the world, and Yuuji is delighted to give you that!

It's so natural, so easy to do this friends-with-benefits thing with you. You come to his apartment and tell him you are stressed, and Yuuji fucks you right there up against the wall and afterward on his bed and doesn't let go of you until you squirt all over his cock and are thoroughly satisfied and practically fucked dumb on his cock.

The two of you watch a movie, and your hand naturally slips into Yuuji's sweats to give him a slow handjob because you know he loves that while watching movies. And his hand slips into your pants, too, and rubs circles around your clit until you mess up your panties from cumming so much.

He groans about being so stressed from all those stupid assignments, and you crawl under his desk and give him a blow job that helps him relax, kissing his cum-stained tip afterward and smiling up at him and patting his thigh, telling him he will ace his assignment with your help.

And all the time, the two of you have so much fun, laughing about small mishaps and giggling after screaming each other's name during a particularly intense fuck. It's easy. It's fun. You know each other so well and trust each other completely. It's so freeing to just fuck each other on top of being best friends. There is no shame, no holding back, just horny, needy fucking anytime you need it.

And comforting, sweet kisses and warm cuddles.

You both don't realize that you are practically already a couple. Maybe the kissing marathons should give it away, the hours cuddled up in bed where you just kiss and talk and smile at each other. Maybe the fact that neither of you even tries to get to know someone else should be an indicator.

The two of you go to a party together, which is a perfectly normal thing best friends do. Ok, Yuuji admits that the way you dance with each other is a bit dirtier than only friends would do, but he is fine with people knowing you are friends with benefits, and this is nothing new after all.

But what is new is that you kiss him right there in the middle of the dancefloor, and it somehow makes Yuuji feel so proud that he is the only one you kiss. He finds that he can't pull away from you, and so he just keeps kissing you, just keeps pulling you tighter against his body, making out with you until his head spins.

It is Nobara who asks the question when she walks into the kitchen later on and sees how Yuuji has you pressed up against the fridge with his tongue down your throat and your fingers in his pink hair.

"What the fuck? Why didn't you two tell me you are dating??"

"Because we aren't."

"When what is this?"

"We are friends... friends who make out and... have sex sometimes."

"Don't give me that shit. The two of you have practically been married for two years. Everyone says that. We were just wondering why you never made it official. Oh well, the cat's out of the bag now. Quick, let me text everyone!!"

And with that, Nobara leaves Yuuji and you standing there, your fingers still tangled in Yuuji's soft pink strands, your lips still swollen from his kisses, and finally, something clicks in his mind, and he smiles his sheepish smile at you and is like,

"I didn't know I am a married man, but I kinda like it. What about you?"

HE MAKES ME FEEL SO AAAHHHH!!!! I ruined my panties writing this. Thank you so much for sending me this prompt!! I see Yuuji as the best guy for friends to lovers, and the friends-with-benefits trope is the perfect way to get there!! I really think he is incapable of keeping things casual but also kind of oblivious until someone else points it out ;)

I love horny boy Yuuji!! I hope you like him too!!

Please let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments would be super sweet 💗

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softbeej · 2 months

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may I request riding alastors thigh? its okay if not ^^!! no rush!!

you may!! :D also got a big praise kink-y on accident!

Sweet Dreams (Alastor x Reader)

You didn’t know what time it was when you heard feather light rapping on your bedroom door, but you could only assume it was gone midnight. Barefoot, you trudged to the door and opened it, mind still foggy with sleep.

No one was there.

You even peeked out in the hallway, but still no one.

This could mean one of two things; either it was Angel pulling a stupid prank, or it was Alastor.

As if on cue, your radio buzzed to life.

“Are you awake, deary? Come up to the tower and pay me a visit, would you?”

Then, it turned off. You smiled to yourself. This is how Alastor had taken to communicating with you without disturbing anyone else. He’d send a shadow down to grab your attention (He couldn’t feel guilty for waking you if it wasn’t actually him, right?), then, he’d talk through the radio. It’s strangely charming you thought to yourself as you yanked on slippers and wrapped yourself up in a robe before making the short walk up to the radio tower.

He was sat lazily on a desk chair when you arrived. His blazer shrugged off and was hanging over the seat, tie loose and top button undone. It was weird seeing him like this, you had to admit, but it was endearing seeing him so relaxed and at ease. It also made you feel slightly warm and fuzzy how he was beginning to let his guard down around you.

“Everything okay, Al?”

He turned in his chair and smiled, head resting on his hand, “Fine and dandy, dear! I haven’t seen you all day, just wanted to check in.”

His eyes were lidded, you couldn’t tell if this was due to lust or exhaustion (though it was probably both), and his grin seemed sleepier than usual. He patted his lap, beckoning you toward him. You happily followed, dropping your robe unceremoniously on the hardwood floor leaving you in your pyjamas. You straddled his thigh facing him, and he gave you a short chaste kiss on the lips before wrapping his arms around you.

“I do wish you’d visit me more up here. I can so easily loose track of time...”

“I know, I know. I just never want to bug you if you’re busy! That’s all...”

He kissed your hand, “Don’t be silly. You’re always welcome up here. Sometimes a distraction is just what I need...”

You hadn’t noticed but his hands had travelled down to your hips, claws leaving invisible little scratches behind. He’d also slowly started gently rocking you on his thigh so slowly it hadn’t done registered until he picked the pace up. You giggled a little bit when you realized what he was doing and he just smiled up at you.

“What? I’m just making sure you get a bit of attention! Think of it as an apology for me leaving you all day, hm?”

You gave in and melted into him, your panties getting more and more sodden with each of his words. You continued riding him as he kept teasing you.

“My, oh my. You really must of missed me, look how needy you are! Well, we’ll make sure you get taken care of, hm?”

You nod, and he started tapping his foot on the ground causing vibrations to shoot through your core. You reached for the zipper on his dress pants, but he brushed you off. “Not today, dear. Just let me take care of you, yes?”

Your hands instead moved up to his chest, half to balance you and half to just touch him. He kept bouncing you incessantly as you ground down on his thigh. You were sure his leg was soaked by now, but he honestly just seemed too tired to care. You kept letting out little mewls as you rocked back and forth, the whole time his gaze never leaving yours.

“You really needed this, didn’t you? You look so pretty like this, like an angel.” He mused.

Your breathing hitched, “Ah... Close...”

He nodded understandingly, tightened his grip on your hips and bounced his knee slightly more violently, “You can cum, Darling. Don’t have to wait for permission... Not today, at least...”

You melt into him as you came, almost collapsing but he held you up. He helped you back to your feet and after checking that your knees definitely weren’t about to buckle, gathered your gown and draped it back over your shoulders before you both left his tower and retired back to the hotel.

“You’re probably as tired as I am after that...”

“Sleep with me?”

Instead of insisting he slept in his own bed, he silently walked past his bedroom door and obediently followed you to yours.

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saetoshi · 5 months

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itoshi sae keeps a small box hidden under his bed, safely tucked away from prying eyes. it’s got his most prized possessions, he told you once, unwilling to elaborate further.

he never keeps it in the same place, you’ve realized. the first time you’d seen it, it was tucked away in the corner in one of his drawers. the next time you looked for it, it was gone.

you didn’t mean to find it this time. it’s not your fault that your slipper disappeared under the bed right where the box is—and it’s certainly not your fault that your hands reached out for the box before you could think twice. your curiosity simply wishes to be sated, is all.

(you just want to know if he collects those world cup sticker book cards).

the box has certainly seen better days. there’s a small dent on the lid, a few stickers on it’s side (you figure they’re from a sticker pack, given that most of them are popsicle themed).

realistically, it’s the trashiest box you’ve laid your eyes on. but it’s well-loved. and, that’s enough for you to know that sae cares about it. (somehow, it’s also enough for it to tug at your heartstrings).

your idly tap your fingers against the sides of the box, sitting on the edge of sae’s bed. you wait for a few more seconds before looking over your shoulder. a few beats of silence go by, your attention returning to the box on your lap once you’ve surmised he’s not coming yet.

it’s reminiscent to opening a treasure chest—like getting a peek into sae’s mind. you expect memorabilia of whatever duplicates of world cup sticker cards he’d gotten at the local convenience store or the extra ones rin used to give him.

what you’re met with is, in every way possible, completely different.

instead of the pictures of football players, you’re greeted with shots of your smiling face. instead of cards, you see polaroids. multiple polaroids—practically all the ones you’ve taken with him.

it’s cute, really. (extremely so).

you gingerly grab one of the pictures, eyes softening as you stare at a younger version of yourself. and then a small, blurry dot of red catches your eye.

you’re about to grab another polaroid from the box when two hands snatch the box from behind you, lifting it high up in the air. you turn around, reaching up for the box with an amused grin on your lips, “what are you doing?”

“i could ask you the same,” sae shoots back, his expression guarded as he sidles away from you.

you inch closer to him, your eyes locked onto his. “i just wanted to see what was in the box,” you reply, your voice soft, “see what was so important for you to move it around every time i visit.”

he frowns, “did it ever occur to you that it was hidden because you weren’t supposed to see what was inside?”

“did it ever occur to you that i would’ve found it eventually?” you give him a look, lowering your arms.

he pauses, looking away. the tips of his ears flush, his hands lowering the box back onto his lap. you make no move to stop him as he places the lid back on, his brows furrowed.

“it was supposed to be a secret,” he softly mutters, looking down at his bedsheets. (i didn’t want you to find out, is what he really means. you’ve known him long enough to tell).

“why?” you quietly ask, sidling closer to him.

a small frown curls the corners of his lips, his gaze slowly returning to meet yours. “it’s embarrassing,” he says, his voice hushed.

“no, it’s not,” you reply, placing your hand above his own. “won’t you show me?” you ask, a patient smile on your lips, “just this once.”

he hesitates, his expression uncertain.

“show me,” you gently insist, a smile on your lips. the corners of your eyes crinkle, your gaze softening, “please.”

he pauses for a few seconds, his eyes closing as he pushes the box your way. a soft grunt leaves his lips when you lunge at him, squeezing him into a tight hug before kissing his cheek.

your attention returns to the box, the lid quickly being tossed onto the foot of his bed. sae inches closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder as he watches you filter through dozens of polaroids.

he groans when you pick one out, reaching out to rip it from your hands. he glares at you, pinching your side when you turn away from him, protecting the picture.

“you look so ugly in this,” you snort, the corners of your eyes crinkling the longer you stare at the polaroid.

“shut up,” he says, nudging his head against the back of your shoulder. you laugh, reaching out into the box before pulling out a handful of polaroids out, glossing over them.

“why do you keep all these anyway?” you ask, your voice curious. “half of these don’t even look that good.”

“they just remind me of all the times we used to hang out together,” he replies, a hint of embarrassment in his tone.

you pause, turning around to look at him. “you’re so cute,” you softly coo, letting the polaroids fall from your hands to cup his cheeks. you pepper kisses all over his face, softly chuckles leaving your lips as he complains.

his face is red by the time you pull away, his eyes avoiding yours. “the pictures,” he starts, his tone stiff, “i like the memories that come with them.”

you blink, a smile growing on your lips. “do you still have the camera we used back then?” you ask, scooping up the discarded polaroids before placing them in the box.

“yeah,” he replies, his eyes following your movements, “why?” he follows your lead, getting out of his bed and looking for his old camera even without being aware of what you’re planning.

it’s still got the stickers you and rin pasted on it simply to mess with sae. in a way, it’s almost in the same condition as the box—except, this one’s not as beat up. but it’s still old—the lens most likely doesn’t work as good as it used to, and it’s probably run out of film.

but it carries all the memories of shared laughter, stolen kisses, and home.

you grin, squeezing his hand as you lead him out of the door, “we’re making more memories.”

#it’s me hi #back at it w sae .#i keep dipping on u all im sorry :(#im just rlly busy w uni #sae x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you #bllk fluff #blue lock sae #bllk scenarios #blue lock fluff #itoshi sae x reader #sae x you #bllk sae #itoshi sae #bllk itoshi sae #blue lock itoshi sae

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jinkiezzsstuff · 2 months

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Wing Grooming Part 2

lucifer x gn reader smut

thank you to everyone who liked the last one i didn’t expect it to be as well received as it was eee got me all giddy 🙈 i felt like it was only fair bust out a continuation, hopefully you enjoy this one as well and it’s to your liking. also i have some Alastor, Vox n Adam stuff drafted i may end up finishing since i don’t feel as shit at writing lmao anywayyy thanks again kiss kiss

warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, smut, GN body i’m pretty sure-no language specific anatomy (e.g clit, breasts, pussy), but penatration is what’s written, begging from both parties, possibly switch lucifer, dom reader, breeding kink?, mating press (don’t quote me), no Y/N, written on mobile and once again no mention of or alluding to bodytype/hairtype/or skin colour enjoy :)

"I think if we continue that, type of grooming, I won't be able to control myself." Although still shy about his admission his eyes were half lidded and his smile sly. You felt fire explode in your stomach all innocence out the window as your mind settled on one thought. You were gonna bang your friends divorced dad.

Smiling at the king you cautiously and slowly took his hand. “I think you should just relax and enjoy. Whatever happens, i’m more than willing to serve the king.” You lead him back to a seated position feeling his body slightly tremble as you spoke to him so softly. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?” Lucifer asked genuinely, worried he may have been crossing the line or putting you in a position which made it hard for you to say no. Now back in the prior position with you behind him, his wings splayed lazily behind him. You thought up your reply. “Lucifer, as much as i appreciate your concern, I’ve been stopping myself from drooling over you since you arrived,” You began speaking, tugging at his suit jacket colar. “That’s not because your the king either, if that’s what you think.” Jacket shedded your hands caressed the back of his neck and traveled down the centre of his back, to the base of all of his wings. Lucifer cleared his throat attempting to cover up the whimper that slipped past him in such a state.

You had him at your mercy, completely slumped posture relaxed, his legs spread out wide, eyes closed, you kept peaking around to catch glimpses of his gorgeous face. Continuing to do the first task at hand, you combed through his last set of wings, and Lord did the God make them sensitive for sure. Lucifer thought you must’ve been the true devil the way your hands worked only at his wings, meanwhile other areas of his body were becoming far more uncomfortable then his wings originally were. “Are you alright hun?” Lucifer chuckled lowly at that, teeth gritted. “Don’t pretend to be an angel.” Humming in response, you brushed his hair behind his ear while you circled around to join him on the bench. Sat beside him now, his eyes lazily met yours, a smile blessing his beautiful face.

Your stomach tightened with anticipation and want, leaning in slightly just to invade his personal space, you pretended not to notice the hump in his suit pants and dragged your hand from his knee, up to his thigh. Lucifers breath hitched meeting your waiting gaze, it was clear to him you’d brought yourself this far, it was his turn to put in some work. Although he found it extremely difficult with your dilated eyes staring at him expectingly while your thumb traced back and forth just inches below where he really wanted you to touch. Swallowing thick saliva he wrapped three wings around you, tugging your body agasint his effectively gaining a little noise from you. “Please,” He whispered to you body now turned toward in your direction, arm snaking behind your hips nestled between your body and his wings keeping their protective position around you.

You felt hungry for him, pure lust clouding your mind as you looked at his face. It held desperation, need, the way his brows knit together and upward, smile fallen into something that almost appeared pained. Moving your hand from his thigh to cupping his neck you pulled him toward you. The king didn’t stutter swiftly taking action to meet you in the middle. The two of you met with a sloppy kiss that held no real rhythm or direction, it was just the two of you breaking the thick tension by finally devouring eachother. Lucifer was no longer hesitant to give into the want he had, falling into your grasp while simultaneously pulling you as close as possible to him.

Your hand moved from his neck and trailed down the front of his chest and to the hem of his pants. Lucifer groaned into your mouth jerking upward into your hand, smiling agasint his mouth you pulled away causing Lucifer to chase your lips, eyes barely open. “C’mon big boy, lead me to your bed where you can comfortably stretch your wings.” Jumping to his feet he pulled you up with him. “Alright! Say no more!” The king excitedly exclaimed smile returning, snapping his fingers the two of you appeared at the side of his king sized bed.

The teleportation was excessive for the short walk to the bed, but Lucifer was excited, and wanted to show off just slightly. Grabbing him by the vest, you pulled him back into you, quickly falling back into the kiss, like it was natural, your tongues twisting and breath intertwined. Lucifer busied his hands with your hotel uniform, unbuttoning the suit jacket and dragging it off your body. You followed his lead unbuttoning his vest and starting on the last layer of cloth. The two of you smashed against one another once bare, the feeling of lucifers hot skin against you made you moan into him, behind him his wings spasmed with every response he got from you. Your finger nails scrapped gently against his scalp, and you pulled him in impossibly closer by his hair. He nearly came in his pants at your subtle displays of dominance and cared less and less each moment about holding back, grinding his hips into your own he was practically humping you.

Since the two of you stood at the side of the bed, making out, you decided it was enough. With mild force you shoved lucifer back on the bed, causing him to yelp. He got up on his forearms watching you upbutton his pants with hunger in your eyes. “How can i serve you, my King?” Already palming his hard on he threw his head back moaning. “Ugh, fuck- please.” He whimpered looking at you through his lashes as you grasped him with light pressure through his boxers, your other hand coming up beside him avoiding leaning on the wings that laid out relaxed.

Slowly you leaned yourself over him biting your lip with a wicked grin. “Help me with my pants Luci?” You whined dragging your crotch up his thigh. It didn’t take long for Lucifer to snap the buttons off and yank them down from where the sat. You giggled at his urgency, you were being a tease you knew. But you wanted to revel in the sight that you had before you, Lucifer the king of hell, beaded sweat along his forehead, messy hair, wings out fully expanded, face flushed and body ever so responsive to any touch you gave. You loved how hot it made you to have him so vulnerable all for you when it wasn’t likely anyone had seen him this way since Lilith.

“You’re so handsome, my king,” You purred kicking off your pants, a little awkwardly, and tugged at his. A quick ‘off’ left your mouth and it was all it took for the king to arch himself up and kick off his own pants leaving you two in nothing but underwear. You sat on top of his bulge making him toss his head back biting his lip, still propped up so he could glance at your devilish form every now and again. Grinding down on him made him jerk up, eyes meeting yours by reflex as you leaned forward threading your arms through his, and past his wings onto the bed, preparing to teasingly grind on him. “No,” Lucifer whimpered against your lips promptly stopping you from connecting again. “I, i can’t, no more teasing, i need to fuck you.” He switched at the end from a breathless begging to an assertion of sorts, making you smile looking into his eyes you could only imagine how dazed and full of desire your own eyes looked.

It’s not like you, yourself wasn’t barely hanging on by a thread, so without anymore teasing you slid your underwear down and lined yourself up to Lucifer. Precum slid down the length making him slick, his eyes traced your form, enchanted by how sinful you looked above him. You had a coy smile on your face as your inched down onto him. His hands flew to your hips gripping at your flesh as he tried to stop himself from ferociously fucking up into you. The devil knew good and well he could have control, could bring you into a state of fucked out bliss that would outdo any future partners, but he much preferred letting you set him ablaze while he relaxed into your electric touch and natural control. Being at your mercy felt good, and he hadn’t had somebody put such attentive care into the way they touched him up until now. Finally sinking fully down, your back naturally arched, mouth opening with silent bliss as the king filled you up to the brim. Lucifer twitched inside you, his tail finally making an appearance by snaking out from under him and around your stomach.

“Holy shit Lucifer,” You whined needily rocking yourself into him rather than properly riding him. Although Lucifer couldn’t care less, feeling you squeeze him tightly your body heat mingling with his own, the frangrance you wore mixed with the natural scent of your body intoxicating him further, he was in bliss. Falling forward into him, your arms wrapped around his neck, one hand going right back to raking through his hair tugging him back into a sloppy french kiss. Bending his legs Lucifer met your thrusts by fucking upward into you, his wings curling up from their rest on the bed effectively coocooning the two of you together. “Lord Luce, please, fuck. You should let me help you more often,” The sentence you said was more needy moaning then words but it wasn’t unexpected with the way Lucifer had kicked up the game; leaving hickeys and bite marks along your shoulders as his hands gripped and massaged any inch of skin they passed. It was all consuming, not to mention he’d covered you almost entirely with his wings making it so you could only be so far from him, it was like he was trying to keep you as close as possible greedy for everything you had.

Swiftly, lucifer switched positioned lifting you like nothing, and placing you on your back, making it so he had the advantage above you. He wasted no time pressing your legs as far up to your shoulders as they could go, loving that same dazed look in your eyes that he had moments ago sinking himself into you at a new angle. It swelled his chest with pride seeing he had the same effect on you as you had on him. Now it was his turn to have a coy smile, looking down at you as you moaned in an octave he hasn’t ever heard from you before. Sandwhiching you down, he caged you with his arms and wings fully blanketing you with himself. You looked up as he kept a slow shallow pace fucking in and out of you. “Ready to feel what heaven has to offer, my sovereign.” Lucifer chuckled darkly lust taking control at your bodys willingness to mold to him and the position he wanted. You kept moaning shamelessly as he tortured you with teasing thrusts, eyes watching him closely like he was all you knew. Finally he amped up the pace, thrusting into you so hard your body jolted back. “Shit Lucifer.” You moaned biting your lip watching as he drank up the sight of you. “Mh you’re so sweet, next time, I’ll have to taste you,” He gritted out, fucking into you rapidly his wings still protectively covering you, keeping eyes closed, and leaning his sweaty forehead against your own.

“Oh-fuck me i’m gonna cum,” You squealed suddenly being hit by waves of pleasure when he hit that spot inside you. Lucifer groaned biting your shoulder, skin slapping lewdly as he jack hammered himself into you, chasing his quick rising orgasm. You mewled unabled to do anything but grip at his hair and back, toes clenching as your wrapped them as tight as possible around him. “Don’t pull out i need it,” You cried out throwing your head back in euphoria, it was almost there but you couldn’t fully cum yet and it was torture.

That was until Lucifer lost the last of his control, horns expanding eyes a dark glowing red. He growled, actually growled something that otherwise would’ve been demonically frightening and pulled you into another firey kiss. This time though it was passionate, like trying to convey through this moment, that he didn’t view this as a one off hook up. He pulled away from the kiss his lips inches away from your own as he moaned, clenching his teeth. “I wantcha to be mine, only.” He stated lowly, pace never faltering as he spoke, you whined eyes pinched close holding on for him. “Say yes,” He demanded rather darkly before pecking you on the lips, you clenched around him at that feeling yourself about to snap. “Yes, i’m yours only,” You whined drawn out as you felt yourself coming undone, bringing you into another kiss, he put all his weight on top of you the bed creaking and possibly sliding against the floor as he fucked you. Once you screamed out his name, crying for him to fuck you, pleading to fill you fully, he was done for. Your name repeatedly fell from his lips as he cried as well gasping and panting as he pumped himself and his seed deeply inside of you, which only dragged out your orgasm longer.

The way you two finished was pornographic and the room was filled with the scent of sex. Lucifer slumped on top of you, the two of you panting violently, entangled in eachother and not in a rush to move away. You brought your hand up playing with his hair as he laid on you. “Stay with me tonight,” He started to say hushed seemingly afraid you’d now reject him. “I don’t want to be alone.” He finished quietly, you hummed continuing to play with his blonde locks, now sticky with sweat. “Of course Luce, I don’t want and never intended to leave you.”

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leonw4nter · 10 days

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A Dinner For Three

Husband!DI!Leon x F!reader

“Honey, it’s time for dinner. Time to get up,” your husband’s soothing voice gently tugs you away from the prying hands of a deep sleep. You slowly drift back into consciousness but you don’t open your eyes just yet, trying to linger in the border between sleep and the waking state for just a little longer. His calloused yet careful hands gently brush the strands of hair that veiled your eyes and nose away before moving to rake his fingers through your hair, trying to get you to finally get up and join him for a meal. You feel the couch dip around your waist area, prompting your lids to lift open. Your drowsy gaze falls on Leon who is now sitting beside you, a large hand placed on your leg as he gives it gentle squeezes in the way he knows you like while a pleased grin curls the tips of his lips skyward.

“Can’t I have dinner later? I still wanna sleep,” you drowsily mumble as you scratch at your arm, a little itch bugging you.

“I made you kimchi fried rice with two fried eggs and some boneless fried chicken with snow cheese,” he responds in an encouraging tone as he takes your hand and presses a kiss to the back of your hand.

At the mention of these meals, your mouth watered and you shot up. Well, as much as you can sit up with an eight-month old baby bump and the world suddenly spinning at the sudden movement of your body. Leon rushes to be closer with you, helping you sit up as he scans your face and body. He knew that you easily get dizzy now that you’re eight months into the pregnancy so he made sure to move you as slowly and carefully as possible so as not to trigger your nausea, helping you sit up while propping up some pillows behind you to give you time to regain your bearings before fully standing up.

“Someone got a little too excited,” he chuckles as he helps you sit up and recline into the pillows he placed behind your back. “Thought you wanted to sleep a little more.”

“Not when there’s a promise of fried rice, egg, and chicken,” you weakly chuckle while caressing your bump as you try to get your vision to stop spinning. Leon stayed by your side, observing you if you needed anything. After asking and then confirming that you didn’t need anything from him, he got up and walked over to the dining room. A few minutes later, he came back with placemats to place on the coffee table in front of you. He decided to bring along plates of dinner with the utensils to you, not wanting to make things more difficult or tiresome. Dinner was still steaming and the delectable aroma wafted through the air, your stomach grumbling in response to the feast in front of you. Tears sprung to your eyes, unable to hold back on the strong emotions brought about by raging hormones. A soft sniffle and a faint ‘aw’ catches Leon’s attention, turning his head to you. He quickly puts the plates he brought down, moving towards you and kneeling in order to look at you. His hand wipes a tear from your eye, a tender smile of his own playing on his lips though he looks worried.

“Something wrong?” he softly asks. “Why’re you crying?”

He moves in towards you, enveloping you in a delicate hug as he carefully sways you back and forth while he rests his head on your chest, his ears picking up the faint beats of your heart.

“Sorry,” you apologize. “My emotions are just… everywhere. I’m like– really hungry, happy, sentimental, and- and the fact that you moved dinner here instead of making me walk t-to the dining room– and also because I love you so much and you love me too,” you rambled with a sniffle in between.

He pulled back and peppered your tear-streaked face with kisses, his prickly stubble brushing against your cheek with each kiss planted before taking his time to admire his glowing wife, wondering what the hell he did in his past lives to deserve someone like you. “Must’ve stolen from the rich and given to the poor to have the greatest wealth in the form of her love,” Leon thinks to himself.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Very much,” he quietly tells you as he presses your foreheads together. “So, how about we have dinner now?”

You nod enthusiastically, smiling and chuckling as he helps you get down from the couch and into the floor, the ground beneath you lined with a soft towel laid on a pillow. He also got another pillow from the couch, placing it behind your back so you can recline and ease the weight you’re carrying. He gently rubs and presses on your lower back, letting you move into a much more comfortable position for eating. He takes your plate and adds in food, occasionally looking towards you as a way to silently ask if the servings he plated is enough already. You nod and take the plate from his hands, only to add in a few more servings to your plate as an excited gleam sparkles in your eyes. He chuckles and fills his own plate, his gaze occasionally flitting towards you. He takes his own spoonful of rice but not without shamelessly gawking at his wife sitting beside him; the way she lets out little happy squeals and does a pleased little dance is a sight he could watch forever. With each savory bite of the meal she so enjoys, Leon realizes that his life is similar to the dish in some form– a blend of different flavors, textures, experiences, and emotions elicited that led him up to this pure moment.

It occurs to him that this is their first dinner in their new home, having moved out of an old duplex due to safety concerns. The inside of their home is still unfurnished, boxes full and empty in every nook and cranny; the rooms would be void if not for basic furniture like chairs, tables, and their shared bed in the bedroom. This dinner would be their first and hopefully not the last to come in the years that this house will serve as a shelter to Leon’s family. He smiles at the realization, looking to his right to see his wife coming back for more. It warmed his heart to see how something simple and mundane like a warm meal satisfied you, your eyes all dewy and your soul satisfied by the good food. He couldn’t help but inch closer to you, bringing a hand to your growing bump and gently patting it.

“I’m glad you’re eating well, hon.” he softly whispers. “I’m happy that the little one is eating well too. I’ll continue to cook good food to keep you and our child happy, my dearest. Even when our baby grows up, I’ll continue to make sure everyone’s happy with the food they’ll be eating.”

You turn to him and grin, cheeks puffed up and full of rice and chicken. Even in this state, when you look funny and maybe even a little disheveled with your hair sticking out in all directions, he still looks at you like you’re the most marvelous view he’s ever had the chance of stumbling across. He opens his mouth as you move a spoonful of fried rice towards him, closing his lips around the spoon with a pleased hum.

“I know I look gorgeous, Leon, but you gotta get some bites in. Continue staring later,” you sweetly tell him.

He can’t wait for the moment when he’ll be able to do the good ‘ol “here comes the airplane” feeding trick for his baby.

NOTE - Will make note pretty short coz I'm eepy and wanna go to bed :)) Grades tomorrow morning, very terrified hopefully my grades aren't super low👍This fic was not proofread and was done in a cafe while waiting for my ride (finally understand the appeal of doing work in cafes; felt smart). EDIT: It's now the morning after I uploaded this and I decided to fix some things coz I feel like something was lacking and turns out I forgot to give credits, so I added that one right away. I'll try to write something a lot longer soon because my fics have been short lately 😭😭 I also watched a few clips of 'Welcome To Raccoon City' and now it's one of my comfort crappy movies. Like it's bad and that makes it GOOD. Anyways, thank you for reading my fics, I appreciate it very much :)) I <33333 UUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!! The heart dividers were made by @firefly-graphics , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).leon k

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l0vergirlv0mit · 5 months

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Touching Yourself

Inspired by: Touching Yourself by The Japanese House

Pairing: college!Hazel Callahan x Reader

Summary: You and Hazel have been dating for a month and a half and it’s time to take things to the next level.

Contents/warning: switch!hazel >:), titty sucking, tribbing, oral sex r!receiving, phone sex, fingering, sorry if I let something off.

A/n: characters are older college students so they do in fact have some income.

She’s been watching you from across the room the whole lecture. You keep looking back and forth from the teacher to her. Catching her eyes to see if she was still looking then quickly turning back to the front. Your leg was bouncing trying to distract from her gaze. You feel you phone buzz in your pocket letting out the deepest sigh.

Hazel: you look beautiful today;)

You: please I’m trying to focus >:(

Hazel: aww come on you won’t even give me a smile please you look so pretty!;,(

You can’t help but lean over and shake your head at her with a grin. She excitedly waved at you.

You: your so needy.

You make eye contact with Hazel again and shes biting her lip with her phone illuminating her face. Her eyes have become more lidded as she looks away to type.

Hazel: you wanna hang out tonight??? the girls are getting together for dinner if you wanted to come along.

Hazels still staring at her phone phone smiling hopefully when you look over at her once more. It’s was so cute you had to giggle to yourself.

You: of course honey what time?<3

Hazel sinks a little further in her seat at your reply. Biting the tip of her finger re reading the pet name you gave her a couple times. She’s always gets so giddy about you.

Hazel: I’ll pick you up at 6 <3

Hazels buzzing in her seat she’s wearing a tight lipped smile trying to hold back from squealing happily. Eyes fixed on your face as you put your phone down continuing to try and focus on the teacher. She watched your eyes focus and was reeling at how pretty you side profile was.

You and Hazel had been going out for a month and a half. You’ve known of each other for a couple months before only really saying hi to each other in passing. It wasn't until you had got to talking at a sorority party that you finally realized how cute she was.

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She was rambling about some chemical formula and how it reacts with another chemical formula. You couldn’t stop smiling at how excited she got you didn’t understand a damn thing but it was adorable none the less.

You’d asked her for number and she looked at you shocked and wide eyed. Her cheeks were dusted with a rosy blush as she fumbled for her phone saying “yes of course!” And asked for yours as well just to make sure y’all would “get in contact”

You’d gone out a couple times since and every date had been perfect. She took you on a picnic for the first date packing a lunch of gourmet sandwiches, fruit salad, and wine. Taking you to a gorgeous lake to eat next to the water and swim. Made for a very giggly and cute first date. Needless to say hard to top.

You took her to a fancy restaurant in return. Both of you getting dressed up. Hazel told them it was your birthday to get free cake. She was especially amused when they started singing happy birthday for you. You took her to a jazz club afterwards and danced for hours. Flirting with her until she felt like she was about to burst.

Then taking her home to go to sleep cuddled up. That’s just a few of the special date you both have made a habit of planning. But you also have had lots of casual dates. Going over to each other’s apartments to watch movies or bake or something cute like that. You haven’t put a label on the relationship yet taking it v e r y slowly.

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The lecture ends and your packing your things up until you feel Hazels hands on your sides. She breathes you in resting her chin on your shoulder. “Mm this is new?” She plays with the flimsy material of your light blue top. “Mhm you like it?”you turn around to face her hanging your bag over your shoulder. She nods excitedly, “oh I love it!”

Hazels eyes rake over your breast for a little to long which doesn’t go unnoticed as you hit her lightly in the shoulder giving her an exasperated expression. “Jesus I’ll see you tonight at 6 alright I have to go study.” You said kissing Hazels cheek then walking past her.

She watched you till you were all the way out of room. Her palms had been sweating since you first walked into the room she needed you. BAD. Her mind was racing thinking of how your lips felt and how good you smelt it was making her crazy. Hazels wanted to get more intimate for a while but she’s been to scared to initiate it. She knew that you wouldn’t reject her she was just really didn’t wanna mess it up.

She high tails it to her car feeling to suffocated by her own thoughts. When she finally gets into her car she’s re reading messages between the two of looking at photos of you. She internally cursing herself because she knows she making it worse for herself. While she scrolling her camera roll she gets a notification from you.

You: 3 images

Hazel doesn’t think anything of it when she goes to open them but the air is quickly knocked out of her lungs. “Holy fuck!” She screamed to herself. You sent her photos of your cleavage pushing your arms together to accentuate. In the last one you had your shirt pulled up over your chest exposing yourself. All in the blue top. You lived close to campus so as soon as you were inside your apartment you took them.

Hazels breathing so heavy she’s almost panting, running her sweaty hand up and down her thigh. Her phones shaking in her hand you’d never sent something like that to her before. She honestly was a little confused as what to say.

Hazel: holy shit y/n your so fucking hot how am I supposed to go to work now:(

Hazel has a 5 hour shift at the coffee shop which she was supposed to be driving to right now. But instead she’s staring at her phone about to combust.

You: awww idk but have fun at work babe! ;)

You replied ignoring her concern and teasing her instead. She didn’t know you were on the other side of her phone also shaking and trying to calm your nerves.

Hazel: this is so evil please, I can’t wait to show you off tonight.

You bit your lip and giggled at hazels text squealing about how much you liked her.

Hazel checks the time after looking over every detail of the photos and realizes she’s already 5 minutes late to her job. She shakes her head and let out a desperate huff of air running her fingers through her hair. This shift was going to be agonizing.

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It’s 5:20 right now and your already getting ready for tonight. Doing your hair and makeup. You kept the blue top on and added a long white skirt with it and more accessories to dress it up. Your phone buzzes interrupting your music. Hazel was calling you.

“Hey gorgeous! I just got off work!” Hazel was very excited she’d been wanting to talk to you her whole shift. She was hoping you’d come in and visit her but you were busy with homework and studying. Every time a girl that resembled you came through the door she would perk up only to be disappointed.

“Hi sweetie how was it?” Your tone was sarcastic. You hear her huff through the phone.

“It was fine…” She replied dryly then paused for a moment you could tell she was getting frustrated at your teasing. “Anyway is it ok if I come over like 15 minutes early to hang out for a bit?” Hazel asked you so sweetly you couldn’t say no to her. “Of course you can. I’m almost ready anyways.”

“Ok see you soon! Your recreating those photos for me when I g-get there by the way.” She says quickly like she’s running out of air then hangs up phone not letting you reply. She cursed herself for stuttering but she tried her best. You stopped midway of doing your eyeliner your heart pounding out of your chest. A heart beat begins between your legs.

You and Hazel haven’t really gone past making out and being touchy over clothes. You continue with your make up and getting ready. Lighting a candle and cleaning your apartment as you wait for Hazel.

At exactly 5:45 there’s a knock at your door. You look out of the peep hole and open it. You can’t even get a word out before Hazels grabbing you by your hips pulling you into a deep kiss. She closes the door with her foot behind her. Pushing you up against the counter. You make a surprise “mhph!”, sound and she pulls back you can see the ache on her face.

“Can’t I please take this off?” She asked politely out of breath her brows are pushed together and her mouth is slightly agape. Her hands are already under the fabric feeling your abdomen. “Mhm” she carefully pulls it over your head. The sight of your breast made her release a heavy exhale. She drops to her knees placing kisses on your lower stomach.

Hazel looks up at you with puppy dog eyes that shine. Your brushing her hair out of face and running your fingers through it. “Can we go to your room?” Hazel asked you pleadingly as if you could say no. You nod and you sweetly take her hand leading you to your room.

Shes kissing you again this time slower with more purpose. She pushes you till you feel you bed hit the back of your knees. Gently she pushes you down not breaking the kiss. Her hands are nervously ghosting over your breast until you finally take her hand yourself and have her touch you.

Hazel moans into the kiss feeling how soft your skin is under her hand. Her face gets hot in embarrassment. She’s trying to hard to seem collected but she just about to short circuit and pass out.

Hazels trailing kisses down your neck reaching your collar bone she looks up for confirmation. She was so polite about it, it made your heart swell. You grin and nod at her running your fingers through her soft hair, you wanted to see her face. She’s quick to leave open mouthed kisses to both of your breast like a woman starved.

Shes holding both of them in her hands. You watch her while propped up on your elbows. Taking you bottom lip between your teeth when she wraps her lips around your nipple tugging. You whimper your fingers tangled in her hair. Hazel leaves a red bruise on your breast getting carried away. She mouths and sucks them until soft moans and praises are spilling from your lips.

She’s looking up at you with slicked shiny lips that are parted slightly. Her eyes still puppy like when she plays when the waistband of your skirt. Tugging it down just a bit to get a reaction from you. Then letting the fabric snap back into place.

Hazel grins at you mischievously. “I think we should get going babe.” Your frustrated at her and it shows. Desperately trying to rub your thighs together for some release. “W-what but-“ Hazel doesn’t let you finish. “Payback.” Shes so proud of herself her grin getting bigger watching you squirm. “Go get my shirt.” You said scoffing at her laughing at how prideful she was. She’s been planning this the whole time.

Hazel goes into the living room to grab your shirt and is back in a second. Handing it to you still smirking she offers her hand to help you up from your bed. You snatch the shirt out of her hand walking to your bathroom. You grab the bra hanging off your door knob and slip your shirt on. You hadn’t put a bra on knowing her intentions. “I should punish you for that you know.” You say once you’ve walked out going playfully holding Hazels cheeks in your hand making her lips pucker. Walking away grabbing your purse.

“Oh no what are you gonna do to me~” Hazel tries to say flirtatiously. “Oh you just wait.” Your colder tone makes her smile drop a bit as you look at her sternly. She starting to get worried at what you were scheming.

In the car ride over to Hazels friend Josie’s place the tension is THICK. Heavy blushes still on sit on both you and Hazels cheeks. Your holding pinky’s over the center consul. And of course as passenger princess you had aux rights. Every song you chose was sending Hazel a message. Some horny some angry at one point you played a Weeknd song and Hazel snorted. You did too but not before shooting her a glare.

Hazel pulled up to the small house and parked the car. She turned to look at you with a small smile and places her hand on your thigh. “You ready?” She says rubbing back and forth soothing you. Hazel knows you get social anxiety especially in smaller groups. You nod bringing your palm to cup her cheek and lean in for a soft kiss. When you pull away Hazel looks like she’s melting.

Looking over your face as if your the most precious thing in the world. “Now I’m really ready.” You said getting out of car. Hazel expelled a huff of air she was in awe of you. She placed her hand on the small of your back leading you towards the door. She knocked and the door was answered quickly.

It was Josie in an apron that said “kiss the cook”. She sees Hazel first then you her eyes going wide. “Oh my god you brought her! Hi! Come in!” Hazels ears got red smirking she felt proud having you by her side. When you walk in there’s a group of girls in the living room timidly you wave at them. Your met with warm smiles and excited greetings. Hazel had told you about them giving you there names.

One of them is looking at you weird and you assume it’s PJ. Her and Hazel had a thing but you honestly don’t pay it much mind. Another girl walks out of the kitchen and she walks up to Hazel. “Oh she’s cute.” She says quietly out of your earshot to her patting her should then turning to you. “Hi I’m Isabel! Do you wanna drink?”

She offers smiling sweetly at you. You enthusiastically agree seeing that they had an array of liquors. And you definitely needed a little something to make you more sociable. She takes you away from Hazel to make you a drink. Josie takes Hazel into the kitchen with her. You turn back to give Hazel an apprehensive smile as you part.

Hazels helps Josie cut up vegetables while listening to her talk about school and Isabel and whatever else happened that week. Hazels trying her best to focus but she keep zoning out when she thinks about how your face looked with her mouth around nipple. The only thing that pulled her out was hearing your name. “So are you and y/n official yet or what?” Josie said with a smile wiggling her eyebrows at Hazel.

Hazel exhales a laugh. “No not yet…I think I might ask her tonight though actually.” She says quietly feeling a little shy talking about you smiling to herself. Josie gasps, “REALLY! DUDE FINALLY!” She can’t contain her shock. Hazel whips her head and puts her finger to her lips in a hushing motion. “Yes! You’ve had like four, twenty-four hour dates! You should practically be married!” Josie adds Hazel smiles ear to ear at the thought. “Yeah I really really like her.”

In the next room your having a similar conversation with Isabel while she makes you a vodka cran. “Soooo you and Hazel huh? You look cute together! Are you official yet?” Isabel says mixing up your drink. Your heart skips a beat at her question realizing that Hazel had been talking about you to them.

“O-oh thank you! Um no we’re uh not official yet.” Your stammering with the new people around you most of them focused on you and Isabel’s conversation. “She really likes you Im Sylvie by the way.” A girl with kind of crazy eyes hold out her hand. Your blushing HARD. You shake her hand and smile shyly. Isabel hands you your drink and pats a spot on the couch for you to sit.

You became aquatinted with the rest of the girls quickly all of them were very friendly giving you compliments. They told you about other friend diners they’ve had and that hazel is a really good cook. This information quite literally had you squeezing your legs together. Every time they said something you didn’t know about her made you fall her that much more.

Josie and Hazel let everyone know that diner was ready. All of you pile into the kitchen to make your plates. You were one of the last to make your way over but Hazel pulls you just outside the kitchen door away from everyone to give you a deep kiss. “I’m really happy your here.” Hazels eyes are twinkling as she smiles softly at you. Her arms snake around your neck bringing you against her.

“Me too your friends are really sweet.” You replied speaking into her neck with your head resting on her shoulder. You can feel the alcohol doing it’s job properly loosening you up. “Aww im happy your having a good time honey.” Hazels pressing a kiss into your hair. “Yeah I am! But don’t think I forgot about earlier honey.” Your stern voice returns as you raise your head squinting your eyes at her. “I’m hungry let’s eat.” Patting her cheek you give her a forced smile then walk into the kitchen.

She swallowed trailing behind you ridding the back of her neck. They had put the dinning table outside to eat on the patio. Making it really cute hanging up lights and lighting candles. It was casual and cozy like something you’d put on a Pinterest board. You and Hazel were sat next to each other. Both of you could feel energy buzzing off of each other making eye contact knowing what each other were feeling.

Your hand found it’s way to the inside of Hazels thigh caressing. Protected by the table cloth no one knows but the two of you. You watch as she straightened and broke eye contact trying to focus on the plate in front of her. She having trouble concealing her neediness, showing on her face instead. Her eyebrows pushing together and biting her lip. Everyone’s sat now so you pull your hand away to start eating. Hazels quick to catch your wrist for a moment.

Her eyes were serious and you matched them ultimately winning the silent fight for dominance. She let go and you smirked and shrugged mouthing a “what?”. Hazel licks over her teeth and is visibly frustrated running her fingers through her hair pushing it out of her very hot face.

Josie made pasta dish with bruschetta on the side and it was goodddddd. Everyone finished very quickly talking amongst themselves sipping wine pretending to be full fledged adults. You excused yourself to use the restroom not paying any attention to Hazel as you got up. Making your way to the restroom you felt your heart start pounding again.

Once your in and locked the door you pull your phone out of your bag and open your messages with Hazel. The pictures you had sent her earlier weren’t the only ones you took. You paused midway through your studying to have a full on photo shoot in a sage green lingerie set. Some of them were really, really dirty at least for you. You weren’t going to send them to her today but after what she did these couldn’t wait. You picked out your favorite and sent it to Hazel.

You: 1 message

Not paying much mind Hazel opened your message that read “turn your brightness down” her face contorted in confusion but she did it anyways.

You: 1 Image

Hazel chokes when a picture of you with your legs spread infront of a full length mirror pops up. The small thong you had on barely covering you. Your bra was mesh leaving nothing to imagination.

Hazels nearly sitting in a puddle holding her phone close to her face so no one else sees. Her hand shakes from excitement but also anger. Your playing with her and have been all day. Britney turns to Hazel hearing her struggle. “Hey are you good?” Hazel looked like she was in pain. She slams her phone down quick onto her lap. “Oh y-yeah I um my drink went down the wrong pipe heh.” Britney doesn’t question anymore just nodding and turning back to talk to PJ.

She starts to type but you’ve already come back. Jumping back into conversation with everyone wide grin lighting up your face. Hazels quiet, staring holes into your head. It was her turn to wind you up. Placing her hand on your thigh she slowly walks her fingers higher to swipe over your clothed cunt with her pointer and middle finger stroking for a moment. Making you stutter mid sentence and shoot up in your seat.

She watched your face the whole time reveling at how she was able to make you squirm. After a minute of torture she took her hand back. You finished your thought and immediately pick up your phone.

You: I hope you still hungry.

Hazel picks up her phone and and shifts her eyes to you.

Hazel: ???

You: cause we’re having dessert at my place.

Hazel can feel her heart beat quicken. She might go into cardiac arrest if you make her any more flustered.

Hazel: can we leave I don’t think I can wait I’m being so serious.

You look over at her incredulously. Only to be met with the sight of Hazel bouncing her leg nervously looking over at you with dark heavy eyes. She looked like she was going to EAT YOU.

You: tell them I have work in the morning.

Not even a minute later she’s turning to you. “Don’t you have work early tomorrow babe?” Hazel let it slip from her mouth feeling nervous about lying. It got the effectively got the attention of everyone. “Yeah I have to get up at like 5.” You said with faux disappointment. “Oh wow well we should probably go then and um go home heh.” Hazels so bad at lying you literally have to hold back from laughing. Biting the inside of your cheek.

“Yeah probably it’s been really nice thank you for having me over.” You get up from your seat and Hazel quickly gets up as well. “Yeah totally it’s been uh great meeting you.” Josie says confused at the urgency she sees in Hazel. You say your goodbyes. Then Hazels rushing you out of the house with her hand on the small of your back.

Josie says goodbye one last time at the door then closes it. Both you and Hazel run to the car. She’s already pushing you up against the side kissing you hungrily. You pushed her away grinning at her. “My needy needy girl.” Hazels legs feel like there’s jelly at your words. “Let’s get home first alright.” You brush a piece of hair behind her ear she nods finally getting into car. The car ride back to your place is quiet Hazels gone pretty much non verbal till your parked outside of the apartment complex.

Shes quick to get out and walk around to your side and open the door for you. Hastily making it into you apartment your pushing her up against the door as soon as it’s closed. Unbuttoning her shirt and undoing her belt. She throws her head back against the door with a thud. Her mouth hanging as you leave kisses up and down her neck. One of her hands is holding the back of your head not wanting you lips to ever leave from that spot as she lets out soft whimpers.

“I-i w-want you so f-fucking bad please y/n.” she sounds like she’s about to cry. You nip then let your tongue roll over her skin. She shivers hissing at the sensation.

You disconnect your lips from her neck. “Yeah? You wanna make me feel good baby?” You replied in a sultry voice you breath fanning over her ear. She nods eagerly and you connect your lips again. As you both stumble around she’s pulling your shirt over your head; frenzied her actions are sloppy and rushed. She’s so overwhelmed with her own need.

Somewhere in the blur you make it to your bedroom standing besides your bed. Hazel takes in the green lacy bra your wearing her eyes pleading with you. The image of you in front of the mirror flashes in her head. She thinks about the little tiny thong you’re probably wearing. She’s sent into hyper drive yanking your skirt down eagerly. “oh f-fuck” She’s squeaks out pathetically. Sinking to her knees for a second time today rubbing the tops of your thigh looking up at you.

Her shirt hangs off her shoulders and her pants are sagging on her hips its a whorish display. “Please l-let me, fuck, taste you I want you make you f-feel good.” Her breathless words send shocks to your core. She brings the pad of her thumb up against the wet spot on your panties.

“I need to make you feel good.” Hazels tugging at the band your thong impatiently. Her eyes are glistening in the low light of your room. You don’t answer her yet sitting back on your bed you open your legs for her. Moving your panties to the side to let her see how wet you are. Letting your actions speak for you instead. Hazel practically jumps between your legs and she devours your thighs. Kissing and sucking the plush flesh like it’s the only thing that’ll keep her alive. She’s looking up at you back and forth while hurriedly taking your thong off.

“Your so pretty on your knees like this honey.” You grab her attention puppy dog eyes look back at you. “Oh t-thank yo-“ You open your legs wider for her to get better view of you. “I wonder how pretty you’ll look with your lips on my clit.” You cut her off smirking down at her. Hazels mesmerized by you. Running her finger down your slit. She moves closer to your core you can feel her uneven breaths against you. Her shaky hands grip your thighs before diving in.

“Hazel~” you moan out her name feeling her lips kiss your clit sweetly. She whimpers into you at the sound of her name spilling from your lips. She get more hungry and confident her grip on your thighs getting rougher and stronger. Licking stripes up and down your cunt like she’s never had anything as good as your pussy. You grip her hair tugging a bit. She pulls away for just second to catch her breath. Her lips pull into a smile and she giggled to herself.

“We should done this a lot sooner I could do this forever.”

She said breathlessly then reattached her lips to your clit sucking it. Flicking her tongue in a way that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. She hums knowing it would make you feel that much better. Your legs start to shake threatening to close around her head. Hazel feels pride swell in her chest. Her biceps pop as she prying your legs open.

“Oh f-fuck! God if i knew you could eat p-pussy like this-“

Hazels tongue is working over time. She shoves her face into your pussy and shaking her head back and forth. “Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh my god Hazel!”You can feel her smiling into you, adding a finger and curling upwards sending you over the edge. You grip into her hair keeping her still while you grind into her mouth. She drags you through your orgasm licking up every bit of arousal. When you finally let her go she’s panting hard. You almost feel bad poor baby couldn’t breath with you grinding into her face so erratically.

You look at her with tired eyes and regret not making her cum first. Hazels staring back at you like your the prettiest thing she’s ever seen. “Did I make you feel good?” Hazel asked you dumbly her lips and chin covered in your arousal. She wanted praise. Her core is aching squirming where she was on her knees. “Yes baby.” You said giving her a soft smile. “You did so good my pretty girl.” You praised her stroking over her cheek. She sucks in a breath at your use of words.

Your thumb swipes over her bottom lip asking for entry. Hazel obliged opening her mouth for you. You place your middle and ring finger on her tongue. Moving them forward just to see her gag around them. Pulling them out of her mouth with a pop you bring your them to you lips and suck them. You can taste yourself. “Stand up baby.” Shes quick to her feet standing over you. You gently finish undressing her laying her down.

Letting your hands roam all over her soft skin. Kissing her hungrily she’s moaning into your mouth at your roughness. Your hand snakes down between your bodies to slowly rub her clit. She whimpered so sweetly it made your heart hurt. Disconnecting lips every couple second to catch your breath. Panting into each other’s mouths. Hazels hips buck against your hand and you stop going to straddle her hips.

She whines into the room grabbing for you. She missed your lips as soon as they were gone. You tut. “Trust me baby its gets a lot better than that.” You said while you position yourself to straddle one of her legs and raise the other up. Hazels eyes get wide realizing what you were about to do. “Wait fuck holy f-fuck, wait, shit your so hot.” You can’t help but giggle hovering over her soaked pussy feeling each other’s warmth.

Finally making contact Hazel exhales in relief. She reaches to hold your hand. Interlocking your finger together she’s making you melt over and over again. You slowly grind down both of your slick mixing making a sound that has both of you blushing. Hazels hand tightening in yours as her mouth hangs agape. The layer of sweat that’s formed makes her glisten. Your clits are bumping each other syncing as you both get into a rhythm. Hazels other hand is resting on her forehead like she can’t believe what’s happening.

“You look so good right now, your pussy feels s-so good ahhh-a!” She’s losing her fucking mind at how your tits bounce with ever thrust. Watching the way your mouth hangs open and your cheat heaves. She’s in heaven. She’s thought about a moment like this since the first date. How the setting sun hit the water just right to make your face glow. How you slowly pulled her in for a kiss. How she blushed after you told her how pretty her smile was.

The leg your holding up starts to shake and it puts an absolutely blissful smile on your face. Hazels making whines that almost sounds like cries as you start to quicken your thrust. She squeezes her eyes shut moans erratically. “Ah! Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Y/n nghhhh!” You lightly slap her thigh trying to get her attention. “Look at me honey, you don’t want to me to stop do you?”

Hazel shakes her head begging. “No no no p-please I’m almost there please.” A tear rolls down her cheek from the stimulation. It gets hard to keep your hold on her leg she’s shaking so hard. Her eyes focus on you barley open and droopy. She’s whispering but it’s inaudible just a jumble of words saying how hot you were or how good your pussy is. Your watching her sympathetically.

“I-I’m im gonna cum p-please cum with me baby.” She asks you politely her voice nothing but a horse whimper her grip on your hand gets weaker. “O-of course baby.” You hips stutter feeling your orgasm possess you. Moving your hips best of your ability. Hazels eyes completely rolled back as she lets out a high pitched moan bordering on scream.

Riding your highs out together as arousal coats both of your thigh. You drop Hazels legs all but collapsing next to her out of breath. Hazels almost as exhausted as you were. Turning her head to look at you. Her eyes scanning over your tired face a small proud smile is spreading over her face. Hazles moving closer to you to entangled her limbs with yours. Getting as close as possible. She strokes down your hair and pushes it out of your face.

She slowly pulls you into a deep loving kiss. Pulling away you there listening to each other breath. Hazel starts to speak feeling nervousness wash over her.

“Can i ask you something.” Her voice is tired and weak.

You nod your head waiting to hear what she had to say. Hazels eyes were shifty. “I want to call you my g-girlfriend. Like I want to be with you. I-I want to-“ she stammered through her words till you cut her off with a kiss.

“I would love that.” You smile brightly and Hazel does the same letting out a sign of relief. Her excitement waking her just a bit. She goes to leave kisses all over your face. “I-“ she places a kiss. “Like you-“ she places another. “So so much.” She places a final one on your lips. She has you giggling like a fool. “I like you more,” you pause for a moment wearing a coy expression. “Wanna go take a shower?” You look up at her through your lashes tracing circles on her lower stomach.

“Round 2 already?” Hazel jokes sitting up in the bed.

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ryuryuryuyurboat · 3 months

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8 letters, 3 words!

synopsis: confessions are tricky.

genre: fluff

characters: lyney x gn! reader

warnings: modern (college) au, reader is referred to in 2nd person, navia + lynette cameo

a/n: hehe hi @ariicandy! i'm your secret admirer for @ecrin-de-litterature's kiss don't tell event :> hope you like this gift hehe happy valentine's!! likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

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“oh my, y/n, you really do have expensive taste.” navia grins at you from across the table. “did you win the lottery, or something?”

you huff. “no, i found them on my table.” the second you open the lid of the (previously) beautifully decorated tin box, the sweet fragrance of macarons wafts into your nostrils— you almost miss the way your friend’s jaw drops as she openly gapes at the treats.

“what?”

“you… er, well, do you know what those are?” navia gleefully looks between you and the macarons.

there’s a soft clink as lynette sets down her teacup. “5 bucks they have no clue,” she bets, earning a soft “tsk” from you and a smug navia crossing her arms as she leans back in her chair.

“of course i do! they’re macarons! hey–” you protest, as navia dissolves into giggles and lynette sighs, “hey– listen, listen, i may have flunked midterms but that doesn’t mean i—stop laughing!—that doesn’t mean i don’t know a sweet treat when i see one, okay!”

lynette leans forward, an odd glint in her eyes. “these aren’t your ordinary macarons, you know. there’s only one bakery that sells them like this, and people queue for hours just so they can get their hands on one of these– they only sell eleven boxes each day, mind you. it’s like you’re saying your louis vuitton is just some random bag you picked off the streets. a single box can quite literally cost you the skin of your a–”

you cut her off. “i think we know what you mean, just take some if you wanna try ‘em, okay?”

“still, who’d gift you something so expensive?” navia muses, chewing on the lemon macaron she’d nicked while you weren’t looking.

“probably the same mystery guy who gave me that plushie bouquet the other day, and then those chocolates from yesterday, and also probably that box of pâte de fruits…” you hum in thought, utterly oblivious to your friends’ astounded gazes.

“...y/n, i think you might have a secret admirer.”

“wha– hey, wait! what was with that tone when you said ‘who’d give me something that pricey’? you tryna say i’m not worth those?!?”

laughter echoes across the empty cafeteria as you lunge at navia and screech something about wanting her to return the macaron. none of you notice the pair of periwinkle eyes fixed on your figure from afar.

—

“ooooh, does someone have a secret admirer~?” navia peeks over your shoulder at the white envelope lying innocently on your desk. “y’know,” she continues, unfazed by your side-eye, “if it’s the same guy that got you those macarons, maybe you should consider getting–”

“shut up,” you grumble, feeling your ears heat up, “i don’t even know who gave me all these.”

“do people not normally sign their names somewhere?”

“just the initials.” you unfold the enclosed paper, pointing to the very bottom, where the letters LS were printed. “who’s that supposed to be? lonely spirit?”

you don’t see a certain someone’s eyes dim when you don’t bother reading the letter and shove the envelope into your bag.

—

13 february. 7 days since you started receiving letters. 7 days since you got your first plushie bouquet (how the sender knew your favourite blooms and even your favourite character was a mystery you had yet to solve). and 1 day before valentine’s.

the letter you got today was way simpler than the flowery words that filled the pages from before:

3 boxes, 8 letters. think you’ll be able to figure it out, ma chérie? that’s the key to your last gift.

(hint: the way each letter starts is important. good luck♡)

“the way each letter starts?” lynette shrugs, “no idea. probably something like the first letter of the first word.”

“lynette,” you begin, “you’re a genius!”

one problem, though. you only received 5 letters. oh, well, didn’t hurt to try, right?

“let’s see…” you lay out the letters on the table, trying hard to ignore the contents that made you blush so furiously in the safety of your bedroom. “u, l, v, o, i, e…” you mutter, before navia gives you a light shove.

“no way it’s taking you so long, isn’t it already so obvious?”

“???”

“rearrange the letters—where’s my pen— and what do you get?”

you stare mutely at the letters. “...i love u.” you read, before you’re hit with a realisation.

“wait– boxes are containers, and then words are like containers for letters– and then, and then… and then i love you makes up eight letters in three letters! i’m a genius!”

“if you’re such a genius, you should’ve noticed a certain someone staring at you.” lynette nods at a point behind you, “go get your man, y/n. i don’t wanna hear complaints about being single for valentine’s.”

you turn– and there stood lyney snezhevich, in all his glory, a bouquet in his hand. he offers you an apprehensive smile as he extends his arms for you to accept the flowers—your final gift— and averts his eyes.

“seems you’ve managed to crack the code, ma chérie. now, then, if you hadn’t known from the letters… will you be my valentine?”

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the dead ringer

buttercup, chapter three

a/n: yeah, this did happen to me in real life, although it happened on a bus so i couldn't immediately get away... ANYWAYS! enjoy this hurt/comfort heavy chapter!

summary: “I think I know something that might help a bit.”

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, crying, panic attacks, matt using his superpowers for the sake of hurt/comfort, boxing

word count: 2057

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Drizzling the flour into the wide bowl, like a dusty snowfall, you watched the number on the scale carefully as you neared the desired number. Though just before you hit it, Walter’s head suddenly poked in through the doorway leading behind the counter and interrupted you and Howard’s all-too-important discussion on what the day’s music choice should be.

“Hey, Y/n? There’s someone here to see you.”

Laying down the scoop still holding a bit of flour, you dragged your palms down the brown apron tied around your frame and exited the kitchen. A bright smile spread across your face and crinkled up your gaze as you spotted who was standing on the other side of the counter.

“Matt, hey–, oh my god,” you then suddenly noticed the bruising that blossomed out from under his tinted glasses and stretched up over the patched-up scrape that split his left brow, “what happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just wasn’t paying attention last night, tripped and fell, that’s all,” he waved a hand, “I just wanted to stop by on my way to work, get a round of coffees to-go for everyone and perhaps some breakfast for myself, just whatever you think I’d like.”

“You’ll let me pick?” your eyebrows rose slightly.

But Matt simply smiled and said, “I trust your judgment,” his grip shifted gently on the cane standing tall before his chest.

As you moved to make the coffees, “alright,” you drew out a pondering breath, “are you in the mood for something sweet or savoury?”

Thinking about it a second, he uttered, “savoury.”

“Do you like sandwiches?” you popped the lids on the to-go cups. When he nodded, you placed the coffees in a little cardboard tray, “okay, I think you’ll like this one,” grabbed a brown paper bag and moved further down the counter, “it’s made with focaccia and has pesto in it as well as some tomatoes and cheese and stuff.”

“That sounds amazing.”

“I also–, you know what? I’ll be right back,” you then abruptly turned and momentarily disappeared into the kitchen, grabbing a few of the pillowy buns still on the cooling rack into a bag. As you returned, you also snuck a hand into the display case and stuffed a few other goodies into the sack, “just for the others, if they want,” you placed the bundle onto the counter beside the coffees, “I just pulled them out of the oven a bit ago and they’re still warm.”

“What is it?” Matt tilted his chin.

“Uh, some raisin buns, but I also threw two croissants in there in case they didn’t like raisins...”

A soft smile warmed his bruised features as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, “what do I owe you?”

“Oh no,” your hands waved lightly before you, “it’s on the house.”

“Y/n, come on,” he cocked his head.

“Fine,” you light-heartedly sighed, “if you really wanna sing for your supper, then I’ll cash it in at a later date. I don’t know, maybe if I get arrested someday or something you could help me out.”

“You don’t have to bribe me with free baked goods for that.”

“No, but it sure doesn’t hurt, does it?” you chuckled.

“No,” he joined in as he reached for the bags, “I guess it doesn’t.”

“You want some help carrying it?” you asked, hope seeping through your tone, “I could take my break and walk with you the rest of the way.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, we just got through the morning rush, they’ll be fine without me for–, I don’t know, 15 minutes or however long it’ll take to walk to your office and back.”

“Alright, thanks,” he smiled, one paper bag hooked in the fingers that also clutched the cane.

“I’m just gonna go grab my jacket, one second,” you said before ducking into the back to do so, letting your uncles know as you slipped out of your comfortable work clogs and into your sneakers.

You ended up dividing the load, with you carrying the coffees and the last bag in one arm, though a few protests left you at first, begging him to let you carry all of it, they melted away as his free hand enveloped yours.

When you reached his office, your arms wrapped around his frame as you hugged him long enough for your heartbeats to sync up, and just as you pulled away, his wide palms still warm on your back, you leaned in and planted a brief peck on his scruffy cheek.

One of his hands swept up to meet the side of your face as your lips retracted. You pulled back so slowly that you weren’t sure you were moving at all, being drawn in by his warmth like a moth to a flame.

His nose gently grazed against yours as he let himself linger, but just as your eyes fluttered shut in expectance that he’d kiss you, his warmth withdrew and he slowly breathed, “have a good day.”

In a matter of seconds, you had gone from giggling, glancing down at some silly joke on your phone as you walked home, to panic instantly kicking in as a passerby’s voice pierced your soul and made your blood run cold.

Glancing around, you saw a stranger standing off to the side and yapping into his phone. It wasn’t him, it wasn’t Michael, but it sounded exactly like him, so much so that the tone sent your body right back to that very night as if no time had passed at all.

Willing your body to move, forcing it to conquer the short rest of the way home, once your front door shut behind you and your quiet apartment consumed you, painful sobs began to burst out of your trembling frame. Hyperventilating, you crashed into the nearby wall of the entryway directly across from the door, incapable of getting deeper into your home.

Soon, a quiet and surprising knock found your door.

“Y/n?” the worried tone of your neighbour sounded from the other side.

Your shaky voice came out no louder than a whisper, “M-Matt?”

There might not have been any other instances you could recall where accidentally forgetting to lock your door turned out for the better, because when Matt then tried the handle, it gently complied.

Shutting it behind him, he rushed to you, “hey, hey,” he uttered softly, a hand soothingly finding your arm, “what’s going on?”

Attempting an answer, “I–, I–,” only incoherent sobs managed to seep from you.

“Okay, alright,” he sucked in a controlled breath, one of his hands sliding up to the strap of your backpack, “how about we start by getting all the way inside, huh?” gently gliding it off you and resting the bag on the floor.

You let yourself lean into him fully as he supported you on the short journey towards the couch. Wobbly taking a seat, his touch left you as he settled beside you.

Spine curving, you buried your puffy face in your trembling hands, letting the whole world drift away as small lakes were birthed within your palms from your pain.

When the sobs eventually began to subsite, growing further and farther apart, your frame slowly unfurled. Instinctively flicking your hands before your form, you tried to physically shake even a fraction of the excruciating sensation off of you, but without success.

Matt hadn’t moved an inch, simply stayed there right beside you.

When your quiet voice eventually filled space, it came out broken and overflowing with emotion, “I thought it was him… it wasn’t, b-but it sounded exactly like him… I’ve done double takes every time I saw a stranger with the same haircut or felt nauseous every time I encountered the same name, but this really did sound like him. Same voice, same accent, same everything… but it wasn’t him… it wasn’t… it just sent me right back, you know?”

Hesitantly, you grasped his hand in yours, expecting the contact to only make it worse, to somehow taint and ruin his wonderful and soothing touch, but it didn’t, he didn’t. It was Matt.

Trying to regain control of your breathing, you shakily sucked in deep breaths, feeling your gulps of air slowly become calmer and migrate from the very top of your chest, down to expand your sore stomach. Eyes only half open and utterly exhausted, you noticed that your head was now leaning against Matt’s shoulder.

Glancing hazily down at yourself, you muttered, “fuck… I still have my shoes and jacket on…”

Reaching down, he offered, “here,” before sliding your coat off, resting it on the back of the couch, and leaning down to pull your shoes off.

Curling your legs up onto the couch, the shift in your position offered you more relief than you’d expected. As you attempted to get as comfortable as you possibly could in the state you were in, you snatched up Matt’s hand once more.

Offering your palm a soothing squeeze, he asked quietly, “what do you need, huh? What can I do?”

“I–…” you thought, your brain just as drained as your body was, “I don’t know… maybe–… maybe just be here a bit?”

Exhaling lowly, he flashed you a faint smile, “of course.”

Glancing down at his fingers, sweeping across your own, you said, “hey, Matt? Could you maybe–, uh… could you give me a hug?”

Not hesitating, his strong arms engulfed your quivering frame and a fresh wave of sobs swiftly bubbled out of you as he held you tight, though your cries didn’t push him away, he stayed steadfast, embracing you close till the eruption ultimately simmered down, leaving you nearly asleep against his tear-stained shoulder.

As he gently lowered you down to lay on the couch, you tightened your grip on his shirt as he began to pull back, ushering him to sink down as well, allowing you to curl into his safe embrace and let slumber drift you away.

When you finally stirred, the sun was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey,” you blinked up at Matt still in the exact same spot as before.

“Hey,” you replied groggily, “what time is it?” swiftly fishing your phone out of your pant pocket before Matt could conjure an answer, “oh, fuck… it’s nearly midnight… did you sleep as well?”

“Not really,” he shrugged, “maybe for a little bit, but no.”

“Oh…” you breathed, averting your gaze.

“How are you feeling?” his thumb swiped your waist where his broad palm was planted.

“…I don’t know…” you exhaled, “…exhausted… sad… angry… really fucking angry… so angry that it kinda scares me…”

After a beat of silence, with only your woeful breaths filling the space, Matt then uttered, “I think I know something that might help a bit.”

Your gaze drifted from the faded paint on the walls to the worn punching bags as you and Matt sat on the edge of the central ring and his fingers worked at wrapping up your hands.

“Do you come here a lot?” you asked, your vision gliding back to him.

“From time to time,” he tilted his head slightly, “reminds me of my dad,” tucking the last end of the strip under the weave, securing it into place, he closed your hand into a fist and exhaled, “alright, you’re ready,” he adjusted your grip, briefly offering your wrist a squeeze as he said, “just remember to keep your wrist strong and your thumb right here,” he slid your finger down below your knuckles.

You hadn’t gone into it with much hope, in fact, it was only out of your desperation just feel better that you even humoured the experiment. In the beginning, it did feel as silly as you’d imagined, nearly stopped completely, but at some point in the mess of it all, your punches grew more ferocious, they grew more brutal, and suddenly something inside of you snapped and unravelled. It wasn’t some magic pill, but the physical act did loosen something within you and gave away to a fresh release of sobs, though not the painful and unbearable kind you’d had to endure earlier. It was the kind that felt like relief. Even if it wasn’t permanent, in that very moment, you didn’t feel like you were drowning anymore.

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rodolfoparras · 8 months

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Corruption kink with Noir where he's so gentlemanly and polite and we (being the pervert we are) wanna crack that surface and make him so horny and drunk on pleasure he can't think clearly enough to be a gentleman anymore

Lights, Camera, Action

Pairing: Spider-Man Noir x Top Male Reader

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, Sub!Noir, Dom! Male reader, corruption kink, accidental voyeurism, alluded gun play, power dynamics (Noir’s a detective, reader is a criminal), riding, rimming, alluded oral sex, non consensual recording

A/N: corruption kink is on my wont write list since it’s not really my thing but I’m ok with this pair’s dynamic so I decided to give this a try (and added my own little spin to this)! However pls make sure to read my list before requesting! Also I tried a different style of writing here since I really wanted to expand on the elements mentioned in Detective’s work. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

Ever since Noir entered the police academy he’s dreamt of making a name for himself.

He just never thought it would be this way, sat in front of three burley men known as disciplinary officers, watching what’s supposed to be interrogation tapes but were anything but that.

“This is detective Noir at New York Police department. Today’s date is Wednesday, March 13th 1934. The time is 08:45 AM. This will be a recorded conversation with…..”

It’s clear that Noir’s nervous, you can hear it in his voice, can see it in the way he’s constantly straightening out his uniform, even in the way he’s adjusting his glasses and rearranging things on the table.

You’re seated opposite to him and despite the bright orange uniform you’re wearing and the cuffs around your wrists, you’re smiling while listening to him.

“Could you tell me a bit about where you were…”

When Noir first got tasked with this job, he couldn’t believe his ear.

He’d just graduated from the police academy, barely made a place for himself at the station before he’d been assigned to deal with the most prominent criminal plaguing the city.

He was very well aware of the name you’ve made for yourself, reminded himself even to be careful when starting to work on your case.

He just never thought things would turn out this way.

The tape freezes for just a second before it starts playing again, this time showing Noir perched on your lap, uniform long discarded onto the floor and voice hoarse as he desperately tries to make himself cum.

“Please please” Noir sobs out while practically bouncing on your cock.

You’re still sat in your chair, wearing the very same overalls as before just with your bottom half pulled down to expose your cock. Your arms are still cuffed but pulled behind your back and you’re sporting the very same grin on your face while facing the camera lens.

“You can do it doll, I know you can” you say, eyes half lidded and mouth agape, sounding relaxed as ever as if you didn’t have the head detective of your case riding your dick.

And really that’s all it takes for Noir to start unraveling, coming with a cry spilling all over your overalls and his abdomen.

The recording’s abruptly cut off, his pulse is roaring in his ears, shaky breathes escaping his lips as he scrambles his brain for something to say.

But just as he’s about to say something, another tape starts playing

You’re in the same room as before but this time Noir’s sat on the table rather than on the chair. He appears much more confident, arms folded over his chest and looking down at the notes next to him.

So far the interrogations are going well , everyone’s amazed with just how much information the newbie is able to get. When asked about it Noir says that confidence is key, you can even see it oozing from him in the recordings.

But this is just a facade. His arms are folded over his chest to hide the sweat stains. He’s sat on the table in hopes of disguising the tent he’s sporting in his pants while staring down at his notes to avoid your burning gaze.

“Alright, we talked briefly about….”

You’re still sitting in the same chair, looking just as relaxed as before, even appearing intrigued with the interrogation or rather the interrogator.

Your cuffed hands are resting on the table, the overalls you’re wearing clearly straining as you lean closer to him, while your eyes trail along the length of his body.

Once again the tape freezes before it starts playing again, this time showing Noir with his ass up in the air, chest flush against the table. His hands are behind his back, fingers parting his cheeks while you’re tonguing his puckered hole.

“Please please-” Noir slurs out while erratically bucking up against your mouth.

“Tell me what you want pretty,” you say as you pull away and he almost sobs at the loss of contact.

“Let me cum, please, please I need it,”

The camera’s a bit further away, video lacking color but it doesn’t take much to see he’s got flushed cheeks, drool dripping down his chin as he desperately chases his release.

Theres a string of words he wants to say as an officer turn off the tape, a flux of emotions bubbling up in his gut as he takes in the disgusted expressions of the people that once admired him , a burning need to walk up and take the tape away as he digs his nails into the palms of his hand but before he can do so the officer puts in another one.

There’s no video, only an audio recording, no introduction this time around, no question being read out loud. It’s almost like the people aren’t even aware that they’re being recorded.

That’s when it hits him, they must’ve secretly been recording you and him. They being the police squad. They had started to get suspicious, huge parts of the footage from the interrogations had started to go missing, suspicions rose even more when he had requested to stop all recordings so they had to decide the bug the room while Noir was holding an interrogation.

Hushed words sound through the speaker, then there’s the sound of something shuffling around, accompanied with squelching before he hears you speaking.

“Fuck, you wouldn’t even care if you got your head blown off huh?” You say whilst laughing hysterically in disbelief.

There’s more squelching sounds, more shuffling around, a groan leaving your lips that’s being picked up by the mic.

“Just like that keep going ah fuck!,”

His gaze meets the officers’ as he hears you say

“What would the officers think if they saw you like this?”

#spider noir #spider noir x reader #spider noir x male reader #top male reader #bottom male character #dom male reader #sub male character #Alec writes #into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse

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skribblezcorner · 3 months

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Another zosan post bc they invade my thoughts every waking moment !! also i'm typing on mobile so this might be weirdly formatted

anyways, hc that Sanji is the MOST TOUCHY DRUNK to ever exist and he's all over all of his crewmates all the time. in addition to this, Sanji is also a fucking horrible lightweight. like.... tipsy after two beers lightweight. Sanji also YAPS to whoever's nearest to him about everything and anything that comes to his mind. Zoro is his main victim all of the time and does not appreciate it (yes he does, hes so gay) and its so funny to the rest of the crew b/c he has to peel a rambling sanji off of him while blushing so much he looks like a really tan tomato.

Nami + Usopp appear briefly here b/c i love their friendship so much heart emoji!!! <3333

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"Ugh, marimo, get off of me."

Zoro sighs from his position pressed against the edge of a bench, having what is arguably the worst time ever in the corner of some random bar he's been dragged to by the rest of the crew.

"I'm not on you, cook. move your goddamn leg."

"No, you move your leg."

Zoro tries in vain to shuffle away from the lanky limb draped across his lap, narrowly avoiding spilling his beer all across said limb.

The blonde always got touchy when he was drunk, plastering his entire body on the nearest person and talking their ear off for the remainder of the night.

Somehow, it was always Zoro who ended up with a tipsy Sanji draped over him, his breath smelling strongly of cheap liquor as he rambled about god knows what.

Zoro sighs again, resigning himself to his fate as the blond proceeds to hook his heel around one of Zoro's legs and pull himself forward so that he's pressed up against the other man's side. Zoro feels Sanji's elbow poking his arm. He tells himself it's very unpleasant.

"Yknow, you're coming with me to get... uh... groceries tomorrow. Yeah. We need bread."

"You've told me that three times tonight."

"Well, I'm telling you again, you algae head." Sanji lolls his head back to look at the ceiling, using the hand not trapped between them to loosely gesture at the man next to him.

"Nice one," Zoro deadpans.

"Oh, fuck you," Sanji replies, and then rests his head on Zoro's shoulder. "you want hamburgers for lunch tomorrow?" he asks over the loud murmur of the bar.

Zoro, however, does not reply. Instead, he stares straight ahead and tries to focus on the fact that Sanji's chin is digging uncomfortably into his shoulder rather than how his face is inches away.

Sanji doesn't seem to notice, his breath fanning along Zoro's cheek as he prattles on about brioche buns.

Zoro is trying very hard to stay still, internally processing the warmth of the cook's flushed face against his own and sending a silent prayer to whatever deity is out there this will be over soon. He also pointedly does not look at Nami and Usopp snickering over their wine glasses in the corner either.

He's snapped out of his impromptu staring contest with a stain on the wall when he feels Sanji slump almost completely off of the chair, and then suffers a mini heart attack when the blond kicks his legs up on the other side of the bench and straight up puts his head in Zoro's lap.

Zoro stares down at him in surprise and Sanji stares back, both eyes visible with his bangs swept out of his face. They're half-lidded and his face is tinted red from the liquor. Neither of them says anything, for a moment. Sanji's gaze sweeps across Zoro's face, looking for something. He pauses, and Zoro has to clamp his mouth shut because every time he sees Sanji like this he suddenly gains the inexplicable urge to say I've been in love with you for three years, please make out with me, which would be very bad.

The cook's eyebrows furrow, and he parts his pretty, pink lips before mumbling softly;

"...Did you get a haircut?"

Zoro throws his head back and groans. "That's it, we're going back to the ship."

He can hear Nami and Usopp's shrieking laughter clearly, even over Sanji's slurred protests as Zoro chugs the rest of his beer, hoists the fucking idiot up on his back, and marches out of the bar.

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Zoro did, in fact, get a haircut. Sanji should know b/c hes the one who did it lmao. Also, it takes Zoro an hour to walk the 15 minutes back to the ship, and Sanji talks about bread the entire time.

Am i making Zoro whipped for Sanji because i am whipped for Sanji? Interesting question, indeed. Will i ever stop? No.

Ty to my loyal 5 followers i gained yesterday!!! shoutout to yall.

Also i would REALLY appreciate comments about how i can improve my writing style so if you have any feedback please comment !!!!!

okay bye :p

#one piece #platonic usonami forever #cat burglar nami #usopp #zosan #zosan brainrot #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #theyre so gay #maybe one day i'll make them kiss #today is not that day

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chososbabymama · 5 months

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The heat from his hand was scorching as you felt him knead the cusp of your ass. He was finally home from a 2-week long mission and you'd decided to don a cute lace lingerie set he hadn't seen yet, eager to surprise your husband when he got home. While one hand was behind you the other had made its way to your mouth, tapping twice on your lips. As instructed, you opened your mouth for him to edge him fingers into. He slowly thrust three digits back and forth and back and forth...teasing you the way he does when your desperate to have him in your mouth.

Sitting atop his lap you could feel him swelling, twitching and jerking in his sweats with every whimper you let escape. You weren't sure how long you could hold out before you started begging him to touch you. The ropes that bound your hands and wove around your chest began to shift as you continuously squirmed on your makeshift seat. You'd missed him dearly these past few weeks, the sparse phone calls could only do so much to satiate your anxiety regarding his safe return. When you knew he would not only be returning in one piece but also with a clean bill of health, you'd been overcome with the urges to give him a welcome home gift to make up for time lost.

However, after weeks without you, you really should have known your husband would take his time. He relished in the way you came undone just for him, and you did too. You just wished he'd finally fuckin' touch you!

As if he heard your thoughts, your lover moved his hand from your ass, and slid in down your lace panties. Expert fingers found your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you; whimpers now becoming outright cries of ecstasy as he played with your center. It didn't take long before your arousal could be heard in the bedroom, your wetness dripping onto his hand and he brought you closer and closer to your peak. You looked down at your lover pleadingly, hoping that he wouldn't deny you of an orgasm after being apart for so long...

He flashed a wicked grin towards you, working his fingers faster. You felt the pleasure shoot through your spine as your orgasm slowly crept up, your toes curled in ecstasy. Your lover knew your body so well; he worshipped you. Heated gaze fixed on your erotic expression, he continued to focus on your clit until he knew you were close. To him, there was something so arousing about knowing that you trusted him enough to pick you apart and pull you back together with just a few soft touches and sweet words. As he watched your thighs tremble he couldn't help but revel in how he's the only one who can see you like this; who can make you fall apart and turn you into an enticing mess of cum, sweat, and tears of pleasure.

Your back arched painfully as you felt your orgasm approach, your walls enclosing his fingers in a vice-like grip when he'd pulled a pebbled nipple into his mouth; gaze still fixed onto your sex wrecked state. He could feel you about to reach your peak and drowned in your moans, he loved to hear you cry out his name and beg for a release no one but him could provide. Just when you could taste the pleasure on the tip of your tongue it was suddenly ripped away as he pulled his hand away to reach and grasp the other side of your ass. You whined loudly in protest, rocking back and forth on his thigh; hoping to get some form of release. He'd quickly stopped your motions with a firm grip of your hits. Whining once more you tried to silently plead with the love of your life to let you cum, you didn't want to wait any longer as the two weeks away were long enough to drive you insane. He took a hand from your backside and used it to cradle your face, he watched with a fond smile as your lids fluttered and your body started to get less tense from being denied your previous orgasm. A thumb came to caress your cheeks and you tried giving him a pleading look, one that usually worked.

"Shh, c'mon now mama don't look at me like that. Been away for 2 weeks and I come back to you dressed up so fuckin' pretty for me, and you expect me NOT to take my time?" He'd started running his hands all over your body, fingers grasping onto any piece of you he could get. He knew how much you'd missed him, he could feel it; but there was some sadistic part in him that loved seeing you so worked up. He wanted to see you lose yourself in pleasure...

You felt yourself being swiftly picked up before he laid you gently down and your shared mattress. You blinked at him through wet as as you watched him get on his knees and place his head between your thighs. You could feel his breath on your sensitive pussy, it felt like you could cum with the brush of a feather. He'd taken his hands and used them to spread your legs, openly gazing at your wetness with a wild hunger you KNEW he'd satiate. You shivered as you watched him lick his lips and move down to your pussy, eyes never leaving yours the entire time,

"Damn, it's good to be home."

-Toji, Shunsui, Sanji, Satoru, Sanemi, Suguru, Shūhei, Uzui, Onyankopon,

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partycatty · 1 month

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kenshi > read my mind

sitting across the table from your boyfriend at sun do's royal dinner, filling his mind with terrible images...

warnings: ur a horndog, exhibitionism ig, SWITCH KENSHI NATION RISE UP!

notes: this was inspired by @crimsonbubble 's post about kenshi's telepathy... absolute genius... also please pretend he's got sento here or something idfk just bear with me please i'm in heat LMAO. funny side note i had to rewrite this after finishing it to tweak some details, namely that i forgot kenshi CANNOT FUCKING SEE.

[ masterlist ]

• there was a mutual agreement between you and kenshi, no funny business in outworld lest the entirety of earthrealm be damned to your reputation. this was a doable task, you and kenshi were disciplined and well-mannered, like two cute little peas in a very stoic pod.

• however, when you're sat at the long table, syzoth on your left and johnny on your right as you tear apart a roasted bird, you find yourself salivating at the sight of kenshi swirl a glass of red wine with interest. how is it that everything he does is so effortlessly sexy? your chewing slows and you swallow thickly.

• kenshi must have felt your burning gaze, considering his familiarity with it, and his head flicks up to meet yours.

• you look really hot tonight, you try to think as coherently as you can but your mind wanders faster than you can control, and you're envisioning kenshi throwing that roasted bird and glassware to the floor as he fucks you stupid there and then, using your hole as his personal stress relief as he pins you hard to the table. kenshi chokes on his wine, fists clenching as his head tilts downward to avoid staring at you and spiraling his own mind any further.

• the illuminated figures of his friends surrounding kenshi don't seem to pick up on his flushed state, too entranced in their meals to properly notice anything off.

• what's the matter? you toy with him innocently, leaning over the table to tear the leg from the bird and let your breasts spill out and settle atop the table. how he wishes he could see the flush of your skin, the way your outfit compliments your figure so well. don't get too heated, someone will notice.

• you stick your finger in your mouth, sucking away the flavor of the food as you look directly at him with low lids. you had to commit to this, whatever your goal was it surely couldn't have ended well for you.

• there was so much room under the table, a dark part of you snickers as you envision crawling under the table and freeing his surely solid cock, swirling your tongue around his tip and digging your nails into his thigh, reminding him to keep quiet.

• "stop," kenshi mouths at you, shoulders tense as the spirits probe your mind and fill him with evil thoughts. you reach your foot underneath the tablecloth and confirm what you suspected when your sole pressed into his bulge, making him gasp before covering his mouth.

• seems like you don't want me to, you coo into his mind, applying just enough pressure to make him jump. you're all hard and needy for me, aren't you? wish you could just fuck my pretty pussy until i'm nothing more than a drooling mess?

• syzoth is startled by kenshi's thighs bumping the table, brows knitting as he eyes down kenshi's shivery state. "are you alright?" he inquires, tilting his head.

• "no need to worry, syzoth," you insist, while simultaneously conjuring up images of kenshi stuffing his inked fingers so deep in your cunt you cream over them. "kenshi is just a little under the weather as of late."

• your strained grin seems to convince him well enough to drop the subject, turning back to his plate of bugs. your head turns, now grinning at your extremely flustered boyfriend.

• "stop it," he mouths again, squeezing your foot between his thighs. that does nothing, of course, as he immediately is flooded once again with your thoughts of settling between his thighs, squishing your cheek on one while pumping his length with a hand. his throat clears, maybe a bit louder than intended.

• i want you so bad, your lashes flutter, your food a forgotten part of the process. you make me so wet, kenshi, it's so hard to focus when i just want you to use me.

• you giggle to yourself. kenshi's cock is so strained against his dress pants he wondered if he might just pass out or break his zipper. the thoughts of him splitting you open make your own thighs clench, rubbing together to release any tension you'd built. your panties undoubtedly damp, clit throbbing and needy, all of which you project into his head with a sly grin.

• fuck me open on this table, you halfheartedly propose. split me and make everyone know what a whore i am for that dick, pretty boy. i'll ride you so fucking good you won't even remember your own name, is that what you want? you want my thighs around your head when you eat me out? you make me cum so hard, kenshi, you and only you gets me so horny like this, i can barely contain it.

• simultaneously dirty talking through your minds and creating images and scenes that no doubt will send you to hell was far too much for kenshi, especially in public. he stands harshly, his chair screeching against the floor which thankfully draws enough attention away from him to allow him to adjust himself quickly in his pants, tugging his top down further in hopes that somehow, someway his massive cock could be hidden enough.

• "please excuse me," kenshi mutters, bowing deeply. "i believe i am unwell."

• "could we offer you anything?" kitana stands with him, eyes wide with concern. "tea, perhaps—?"

• kenshi bows his head, shaking it slightly. "that won't be necessary princess, though i appreciate it."

• after everyone finishes exchanging funny looks, nobody seems to really notice the sly glint in your eye as your head follows his movements. he walks around the table, having to pass you in the process. his hands sweep behind your hair and cup the back of your neck gently as he leans down to mumble something in your ear. nobody thinks to question the gesture, as it is common knowledge you two were together. what he says though, is so heinous you hope outworld abilities don't include superhearing.

• "you're fucking done for," he mutters, nails digging into the sides of your neck ever so slightly. "you're paying for making me this hard later."

• he pulls away before you could even consider replying, walking off as the click of his dress shoes lessen in volume. the dinner resumes, though johnny leans into your other ear.

• "what's his problem?" johnny asks obliviously, watching kenshi exit. "he's always got a stick up his ass... no offense."

• "none taken," you reply sweetly, turning to face him. "i believe he's just feeling a little sickly."

• "outworld germs?" johnny chuckles, leaning back in his chair. you shrug, looking at the bird again.

• "maybe it was the food."

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 #mortal kombat smut #kenshi takahashi x reader #kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi smut #marley writes ☆

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dabislittlemouse · 4 months

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tainted angel 🪽 (pt.10)

PART 9 // PART 11 // FULL MASTERLIST

ෆ DABI X HAWKS’ LITTLE SISTER

ෆ cw‼️:this chapter contains only smut, fingering, praising, passionate sex, biting, branding, slight use of Dabi’s quirk.

ෆ A/N: well, it’s finally here!!! I apologise for making you guys wait so long for this, but I was going thru a major writer’s block and had 0 inspiration :( also the picture above was edited by my horny ass. Anyway enjoy this last snack from me to you for this year <3

[Her/Your POV]

Dabi’s room was on the 5th floor. But our patience was running thin as we took the elevator and simply started making out inside, not caring if there were surveillance cameras around. When I pointed that out, Dabi laughed before crashing his lips against mine again.

“I won’t mind giving ‘em a show” he grinned, his kisses tracing further down my neck and collarbone, his scarred hands roaming around my body, itching to completely tear off my dress. If we’d have been inside the elevator any second longer, surely I’d have been naked in front of the people who just appeared when the doors opened. Clumsily I tried to fix my dress, embarrassment crept up my face as they stared at both of us, clothes and hair disshelved and my lipstick already smeared around my lips. It doesn’t take a genius to know what we were doing inside. Though their stares didn’t last much, as they knew to not stare too long when Dabi is around. Like meek scared things they let us both pass through, not saying a word, their silence and nervousness too loud.

But in this very moment, nothing mattered.

The moment Dabi got me to his room, nothing else mattered but him. And the same thing could be said in his case too, the moment he locked that door he pounced on me, back to kissing me feverishly, his warm hands touching and squeezing every inch of my body. Like a hungry animal who’s been left starved for too long, Dabi didn’t even let me to catch my breath as he left his mark wherever he could.

“Been waiting so long for this..” Dabi whispers, his hands squeezing my thighs. He places a kiss on my lips, staring into my eyes.

“Take these off for me… give me a show, pretty girl~”

And with that, he lays down on the bed. I gulp nervously, suddenly feeling all shy in front of him again. How could I not? The way those cerulean eyes wouldn’t leave my body just gave me shivers.

“Unless y’want me to either rip off that pretty dress or burn it.. I’m not a very patient man, doll. And it would be a shame to ruin this dress, really~”

His gaze darkened, he meant what he said. The thought of him using his quirk on me, tearing my clothes off, the danger of it had me scared, and yet again, thrilled too. Aroused even.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Dabi’s hands wander behind my back, finding the zipper of my dress and lowering it just enough for me to undress easier. The rest was left to me, Dabi leaned back, an aroused smirk on his face as he took my nervous expressions.

“D-Don’t look at me like that!” I pout, feeling my face heating up as he chuckles. It’s not everyday I undress myself in front of men, and the way his half lidded eyes stare lustily at me, studying my every move, doesn’t help.

“Ya gettin’ shy on me, doll?” he leans in closer to me, his hands resting on my hips, squeezing a little. “Pretty angel has never done this before? So innocent, can’t even take off her clothes~”

“Dabii!” I whine in frustration while he laughs, placing a kiss on my stomach. His teasing never ends, I’ll end up turning into a puddle on the floor if he keeps up with this.

With Dabi’s help my dress falls down my shoulders, then going lower, exposing my body in front of him until it falls down the floor. I’m still on my lingerie, his warm hands feel even better on my bare skin.

“How have you been hiding all this from me, doll?” he whispers, placing kisses on my stomach and chest, admiring every inch of my body. “So fucking gorgeous…”

He proceeds removing my bra, leaving my tits full on display for him. Instinctively I bring my hands to cover them, but he doesn’t let me.

“Ah, ah.. don’t hide the goods from me” he grins, removing my hands and staring in awe at my tits. He places a soft kiss on my sensitive nipples, which has my whole body electrified, shivering in anticipation and the desire to get more of it. He does it again, taking a nipple between his teeth, nibbling it softly while his hand keeps groping and squeezing my other boob. His tongue laps at my nipple before he goes on to suck it again, evoking a moan out of me. He hums in satisfaction, clearly wanting me to be more noisy. I’m putty in his hands already, with nothing but my panties on, which are already soaked. Dabi stops for a minute before grabbing me and throwing me to the bed, quickly getting on top of me. My hands reach for his shirt, wanting to take that off of him too. But his hands stop me.

“No.. not yet” he whispers, a slight change of mood appearing on his face. I stare back at him confused, and worried if I did something wrong by wanting to remove his shirt.

“I-I’m sorry.. I just-”

“Don’t be angel” he kisses my lips. “This night is for you only.. just sit back and don’t worry your pretty head about anything”

I nod, before responding back. “But- I want to feel you more intimately, just like you’re feeling me. It doesn’t feel right if I am the only one undressed..please..”

Dabi stays silent for a second, contemplating. He lets out a sigh, seeming unsure. Though I can’t understand what really bothers him.

“You’ll get disgusted princess…” he mumbles. “And it’ll ruin the moment…you sure y’want this? My body is not a usual one, it’s not perfect like yours.”

My hands tug at his shirt, now this time it’s me reaching to kiss him.

“I don’t care… I just want you. Every inch of you”

I’m not really sure where this boldness is coming from me, but seeing Dabi, the one who always looks confident, cocky and fearless, now being insecure and unsure for the first time ever…doesn’t sit right with me.

I think it’s right to express how much I need him, no matter what he hides underneath his clothes.

Dabi gives in to my pleas, finally taking off his shirt, and now it’s my turn to stare in awe at his body.

Just like his face, half of his body was scarred too, the staples going down on his chest and stomach, each of them put nicely one after another. The sight is unique, a body like his is definitely not something usual to see. My hand slowly reaches to touch his chest, his body already radiating enough heat. I look at him to make sure if it’s okay for me to touch him, and he lets me, gulping a little when I place my hand and caress him softly.

His toned body entirely decorated with the scared and staples.

He is beautiful. And it’s certain he notices the way I squeeze my legs together while admiring his body. That gives him enough confidence to lean in further, pressing his body against mine, the heat of our bodies transferring into one another as he gives me a deep kiss again. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking him between them and wrapping my arms around his neck, moaning softly in his mouth. His kisses are divine, slow and sloppy, enjoying the taste as his tongue intertwines with mine, eating each of my sounds coming out of my throat. I don’t even notice the way my hips are grinding against his, feeling his growing bulge pressing against my clothed cunt.

“Can’t get enough of these lips..” Dabi whispers between kisses and I hum in response, feeling the same way. His hands continue roaming around my body, squeezing my tits and then going further down my ass and thighs. He gives my ass a light spank, catching me off guard and chuckling at my reaction.

Looking back at Dabi, I can swear I see the faintest blush on his cheeks, right underneath his scars, while his pupils are blown wide. He wants me as much as I want him too, and in this very moment I do not regret anything.

“Spread ‘em nicely for me” he hums, tapping at my thighs. I swallow and nod, slowly spreading my legs in front of him, following his every command, as if hypnotised.

“Good girl” he praises, and I almost moan at the way his voice sounded while saying it. His calloused fingers reach to grab at my panties, slowly taking them off. My wetness sticks to the fabric, I feel ashamed of how soaked I am for him.

“Shit baby..” Dabi grunts, his fingers pressing against my slit, then slowly rubbing my clit. “No need for any preparation at all, you’re already drenched. And all we did was just kiss, is that all it took?”

My frown doesn’t go unnoticed by him, his teasing turning my face red and I avert my gaze away from him. But Dabi brings my attention back at him again as he plunges his fingers deep inside, getting a high pitched moan out of my mouth at the sudden action. Two of his fingers, and I already feel full.

“Look at me..” he whispers, making me lock his eyes with his. With his thumb he rubs my clit in circles, carefully watching my movements and what made my body tick. I can see his bulge, already hard and begging to get out of his pants. I gulp at the huge size of it, wondering how will I even take him when it only took him two fingers to make me feel full.

I already feel the knot forming in my stomach as he continues fingering me, finding those spots that are making me squirm and moan breathlessly. He licks his lips at the sight, my hand grabbing his wrist, wanting him to go faster, harder until I cum.

“Greedy aren’t we?” Dabi taunts, the movements of his fingers sliding in and out my soaked hole becoming faster. He eagerly looks at the way my hips buck up and my legs tremble as I reach my high. I cum with a choked moan of his name between my lips, my eyes rolling back in pleasure as I ride out my orgasm on his fingers.

“Good.. that’s very good” Dabi grins, taking out his fingers and licking the juices off them, moaning at the taste.

“I love the way you say my name, angel. I wanna hear it more..”

Not wasting any second further, Dabi unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. As he lowers his boxers, my mouth falls open and my eyes widen as I look at him.

Fuck, he is indeed so big.

His cock, long and slightly curved, his veins popping out, connecting to his red tip already leaking precum. And most importantly, the piercings decorating his shaft, one by one they almost shine in the dimly lit room. Dabi strokes his cock slowly in front of me, a lazy grin spreading on his face.

“Like what you see, sweetheart? Though you seem kinda nervous” he adds. “Don’t let the piercings intimidate ya, these are just for fun.”

“N-No that’s not it” I blush. “It’s just that- well, with your fingers I already felt full. And now..”

Understanding what I meant, Dabi leans in to give me a kiss, positioning himself between my legs.

“Don’t worry, it will fit,” he whispers between kisses, gently biting my lip. “And if it doesn’t.. then I’ll make it fit. And you’ll take it all like a good girl, yes angel?”

“Yes Dabi...” I sigh, already feeling the heat coming back again, needy for more than just his fingers. He smears the tip against my folds, teasing me further while placing open mouthed kisses on my neck. My breathing gets harder, I buck my hips up to get more friction of his cock. He presses his tip against my entrance, slowly pushing it inside. I can already feel the stretch, my nails dig on his shoulders as I try to take all of him, inch by inch.

“Relax, doll” he says through gritted teeth. “Fuuuck you’re so damn tight, squeezin’ me like that..”

He gives me some time to get used to his size, before moving and sliding it in and out, putting on a steady pace. His hands grip my thighs firmly, keeping them spread.

“Nghh you suck me in so good, angel…” Dabi grunts in my ear, speeding up his pace. “Milking me dry like that”

My moans and whines get louder as he goes in and out of me, faster and deeper, I can feel each one of his piercings against my walls and the tip of his cock hitting every spot that makes me see stars.

“Harder…p-please!” I moan in his ear. Dabi is huge compared to me, his body overpowering mine, his hands easily keeping both my wrists above my head.

Hearing my words, he proceeds to put both my legs on top of his broad shoulders, the new position making me feel him way deeper inside of me.

“Like that baby?” he groans, the sound of his hips slamming against me now getting louder and faster, sweat and steam coming off his heated body.

“Y-Yes!!”

He reaches in to kiss me, his kiss so suffocating and possessive I almost choke on it, I have nowhere to escape as he keeps both my hands and legs locked in his grasp. I feel his hand on my thigh heating up more, slowly burning me on the process, though I am so high on pleasure that the pain only adds more to it. It’s all hot and steamy, his quirk adding more to the heat enveloping our bodies as we both reach our high. Dabi could easily ruin me, and in the state I am now, I don’t think I would even mind.

I almost want him to ruin me.

His fingers reach to play with my sore clit, and I feel myself breaking again.

“M’gonna cum!” I cry out, biting down on his shoulder.

“Go on, angel. Cum for me..” Dabi bites me back, already leaving hickeys on my neck. “That’s it, baby, squeeze me more- fuck- this fuckin’ pussy’s so damn good..”

He is clearly lost in pleasure as his hips begin to stutter, his breathing getting harder and his cock pulsating inside of me. His words and voice are enough to send me over the edge, orgasm crashing through me as I cum all over his length. The sounds he gets out of me are lewd and sinful, having the man I desire inside of me feels like heaven on earth.

“Mmhm that’s it, that’s my good girl” he praises, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Shit, gonna cum too fuckin’ take it-”

He comes inside of me with a loud groan, spurting hot cum deep inside of me and painting my walls white, so much to the point it starts leaking out.

“Take it all” he breathes out, lazily moving his hips and fucking all the cum back inside of me. I let him do as he pleases, completely worn out and just letting out soft whines from feeling so good and full.

We both take a minute to catch our breath, him still inside of me without moving.

“You okay, angel?” he whispers softly, removing strands of hair sticking on my forehead.

“Y-Yeah” I swallow, looking at his eyes. “You made me feel so good…”

Dabi grins, kissing me on the lips and stroking my cheek. We stay like this for a few more minutes, relaxing on each other’s touch and kisses.

Though my eyes widen as I feel him rock hard inside of me again, and he chuckles, staring back at me.

“Ready for round two, princess?”

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vnmpior · 1 year

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ESTOY ENLOQUECIDO POR TI

GEKKO (MATEO) x reader pt.2

pt.1

summary — you and gekko have been officially dating for five months, and you've been. . . thinking about things. from what was once, "he's so strong" when he's carrying something developed into "could he throw me on the bed?". of course, you never knew how to initiate it. do you just ask him? does it just escalate? do you have to plan it all out? those questions have been bothering you for so long that you straight up decided, fuck it, and searched it up on the internet. well, that was one way to get it started.

note — this is my first time writing smut LMAO. this might be extremely mid or decent, but i hope i don't disappoint with this!! i couldn't stop thinking about mateo yesterday so i decided i would start making this today. I ALSO CAN'T LEAVE THE MATEO SMUT TAG HAVE ONLY ONE FIC, on that note go check it out its so fucking good i love it.

w/c — 2.5k

warnings — (bad) smut, oral (f receiving), rough (ish), praise, tones of dumbification, kitchen sex, undertones of dom reader but mostly d. gekko and s. reader

not proofread + i am not responsible for any minors interacting w this post

you were done with it.

you were done waiting for your own confidence to go up just so you could. . . have sex with mateo.

just thinking about it had you red.

now that the two of you had finally moved in together, there was even less of a time that you could just do things yourself without him noticing. before you could masturbate whenever you wanted, as loud as you wanted. now you couldn't risk him hearing out of embarrassment.

it's been five months since the two of you had got together, and not once had either of you escalated past a few brief touches under shirts while kissing. mateo hadn't even seen you naked, or even with just a bra and underwear.

you knew that it would be this way until you did something about it. but the thing is, you don't know how.

and that led you here, legs crossed on your shared bed. you took a deep breath and began typing into the laptop on your lap.

"what the fuck do i even type?" you muttered under your breath.

"how to start sex? no, that sounds weird as fuck. how to get in the mood for sex?" you typed that, and instantly glanced towards the door, feeling as if mateo would walk in at any moment.

you were really picky about what websites you went on. you didn't need a whole porn video, but you also didn't need tips on how to get yourself horny.

researching harder than you do for homework, you didn't realize that the door creaked open.

"hey, chica. are you okay with a sandwich for lunch?" he said, alerting you of his presence.

without thinking, you quickly slammed the lid of the computer shut.

he gazed at you questionably, raising his eyebrow. "what was that?"

"it's nothing," you lied terribly.

his eyes narrowed. he could usually tell when you were lying, and it was obvious.

"but i'd love a sandwich," you tried changing the subject, hoping that he'd take the hint you wouldn't tell him.

"whatever you say, hermosa," he gave you a two-finger salute as he walked out the room.

you sighed in relief and opened the laptop again. so far, you had no luck. you did find some tips, but there was no way you were asking him, "hey, wanna fuck?"

you rubbed your hands against your face and let out a long groan. all this trouble just to ask him to destroy you? you flushed thinking about it.

deciding that you needed a break, you set the laptop down, angling the screen so that it wasn't wide open, but it wasn't quite closed.

you made your way downstairs, walking in the kitchen to see mateo with a big red stain on his shirt.

"holy shit, are you okay?" you ran over to him.

"i'm fine princesa. it's just ketchup. did you think it was blood?" he laughed.

you scowled and grabbed the sandwich on the counter, taking a big bite.

"hey, you're the one who thought it was blood, not me." he put his hands up in defense when you glared at him. "thanks for worrying about me though."

you rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face contradicted your irritated behavior.

"yeah, yeah. but if you're ever covered in blood don't expect me to come running."

"my heart," he pouted as he held his hand to his heart.

"don't you have to go get changed?" you questioned, trying to wipe the puppy-eyed look off his face.

"i probably should. look at you with the big ideas," he left the kitchen after giving you a peck on the cheek.

by the time he'd come back, you were busy washing the plate that you had used. he was silent, so when he wrapped his arms around your waist, you jumped and yelped in surprise.

"holy shit mateo, don't scare me like that!" you splashed him with some water, earning a chuckle.

"my bad chica," he apologized.

he stayed still for a few seconds, before he buried his head in the crook of your neck and start giving you little kisses.

"teo?"you questioned him while your face turned hot.

he hummed in response, continuing to trail open mouthed kisses along your neck. you tried your hardest not to gasp and tilt your neck.

"c'mon mateo, at least let me put this on the drying rack." you didn't trust yourself not to drop the plate and immediately go wild on this man.

that got him to stop, and you quickly put the plate on the rack and dried your hands.

"okay, hermoso. what are you doing?" you faced him, and he immediately caged you in against the counter.

your back hit the curved ledge, and his arms were on either side of you.

"what were you doing?" he asked instead of answering, inching closer.

"what do you mean me?" you were trying to convince yourself that he didn't know what you were doing upstairs, and that instead he was tricking you into saying it.

he didn't reply, but used one of his hands to pull you in, your arms automatically wrapping around his neck.

you'd never get used to how soft his lips were, the routine bite he always does to your lips whenever you make out. but this time was different. there wasn't more passion, but there was another emotion in how he pulls you closer to him

you could feel his smile, and when you pulled away, he had the goofiest grin on his face. his hand trailed up your thigh, stopping right before it got where you wanted it.

"teo," you frowned at him.

"what? is there something you want?" he teased you, inching closer to your core.

you averted your eyes, finding sudden interest in the ceiling. a sudden force tilts your chin back to face him.

"i asked you a question," he cooed.

you looked up at him through hooded eyes, and decided what's the worst that can happen?

you leaned your hips forward and grinded against his waist, letting out one long moan. he quickly stopped you with a harsh grip on your hips.

"does that say enough?" you said cockily.

"you have to use your words, hermosa. maybe i'll reward you."

you were tired of waiting, squirming at how uncomfortable it was in your shorts. from what you could see, he was too with the tent in his pants.

"i need you. i want you so bad." you whimpered, locking eyes with him.

he thought about it.

"what do you want?" he asked, his fingers making their way to your waistband and slowly inching it down your thighs. it left shivers coursing throughout your entire body, even though you felt on fire.

"i just want you. i want you to fuck me until i can't think anymore." you started rambling before you felt a pressure at your entrance.

he slipped a finger inside and curled it, and you slumped forward and found purchase on his shoulders.

"holy fuck mateo," you breathily said. "a little warning?"

"not my fault you weren't paying attention," he chuckled as he inserted another finger.

you've never bothered to use more than two fingers, but when mateo does it, it feels. . . different. you knew that you would never be able to replicate the same feeling that he makes you feel.

you could hear the noises as he went faster, along with the noises steadily pouring out your mouth.

"wait, fuck. . . mateo," you started speaking only to be interrupted by him sliding his fingers out and holding them up.

"damn chica, you're wet as fuck."

you almost died of embarrassment right then and there, but before you knew it, mateo dived between your legs.

you whimpered at his warm breath making contact with your folds, and just how you dreamed of, mateo went straight to work.

"fuck! teo, it feels so good," he hummed in response to your praise, pulling your legs over his shoulders while keeping your legs spread.

you threw your head back, letting out the most pornographic moan you've ever heard as your hand shot to his hair.

little whimpers and moans filled the room as you began to grind against his mouth. usually you'd last a lot longer than this, but either because you had been waiting months for this moment or the fact that mateo was eating you out, you felt something in your stomach tighten.

"mateo, stop, please." you slurred out, trying to use your hand to push him away. but he wouldn't move. he wanted to feel you cum around his tongue, and he stood by that.

he made a little motion with his head, shaking it side to side, still eagerly lapping away at you.

"i wanna cum with you, please i want it so bad." you blurted out, and that caused him to stop. you whined at the sudden cold air. well, he couldn't exactly pass up that offer, huh? especially when you begged so nicely and deperately.

"you always know what to say, chica," he grinned as he began unbuckling his pants.

"well, i didn't know what to say for it to come to this." you didn't know a single word that could've cause this to happen. not that you were complaining, but you might need that word for future reference.

"me about to fuck you stupid? i wouldn't know what to say either," you heard his pants fall to the floor and he angled you on the counter for you to be comfortable.

"this alright babe?" he asked, looking into your eyes for a clear answer. you stared back, impatient.

"just hurry up and fuck me," you nodded.

"i could stop right now."

"you wouldn't dare," you narrowed your eyes and before he could respond, you slammed yourself onto his cock.

he let out a groan his hands making their way to the bottom of your thighs to lift you up. although the beginning was rough, he started off slow.

"you know how long i've wanted to do this to you?" he said while picking up speed. your hands instinctively went up to cover your mouth to muffle your moans, but he pulled them away and pinned your wrists behind your back.

you shook your head. he watched as you didn't know where to look, eyes darting everywhere. from his chest, to his eyes, all the way down to where he was currently destroying you. then you'd get embarrassed and look away to start the cycle all over again.

"hey princesa. eyes on me," he loved seeing you not know what to do. as obedient as you are, you immediately locked eyes with him. "good girl. always so good for me, hmm?"

you nearly came as soon as he said that, tightening around his thick cock.

"oh, you like that?" you knew he'd use this against you forever. but now wasn't the time for you to be worrying about that. in fact, you couldn't think at all. you were understanding what he was saying but couldn't form a single response.

"i asked you a question." he began slowing down as if you didn't answer, he'd stop entirely. and you didn't want that.

quickly you answered, "i- mm, i love it," you slurred out.

"what was that?" he went back to his ungodly pace, and it took you even longer to piece a sentence together, letting out a moan every single time he hit your g-spot. you could swear you saw a little bump in your stomach every time he was fully in.

"i fucking love it, teo," you whimpered out, every word emphasized by the slapping of his hips against the apex of your thighs.

he would've blushed at this, but considering that he had in fact, been waiting so long for this, he attempted to go even faster and harder.

you were borderline drooling, if it wasn't for mateo holding you, you'd be lying back as far as you could. you went to grab for his back, before you realized that your wrists were still in his grasp.

"need to touch you," you whined.

he contemplated for a moment before releasing his constraint on you, and while you went straight for his back, his hands went up your shirt. the cold feel against your burning skin made you jump.

he had been letting out little moans and whimpers, but you could tell he was getting close with how they increased in volume and he began rutting into you like his life depended on it.

your moans were quieted but his lips on yours, and you began to feel that telltale knot in your stomach. it was as if he noticed this, as he broke the kiss and asked, "are you gonna cum?"

if you weren't in this position getting fucked until you couldn't think, you would've said, "isn't it obvious, dumbass?" but considering the fact he had you drooling on his dick that probably wouldn't be the best response.

you hurriedly nodded, and you could see the beginning of a smirk on his face.

"c'mon hermosa, you can do it. come for me," he trailed off into a long moan as you creamed around him, feeling as mateo did one last hard thrust and buried his head in the crook of your neck to mask his sounds.

the two of you stayed still in silence, only hearing each other's heavy breaths.

"did you mess up my hair?" you asked, blowing away strands of hair from your face.

"i think if your hair was fine, it wouldn't be much of a good time," you closed your legs as soon as he slid out, feeling something hot drip out of you.

"well, i think that i need to take a nice long shower." you attempted to get off the counter as mateo put his pants back on, but he stopped you.

"let me carry you, mi princesa. don't need you tripping." he gestured to you slightly trembling thighs.

you closed your thighs tighter together in embarrassment, as if didn't just cum in you a few minutes ago. he laughed at this and went to pick you up bridal style.

"y'know, this was what i was talking about when we first met. how we could be doing something else instead of dancing."

"why the fuck did it take you so long then, hm?" you jokingly punched his chest.

"well, why did you have to search up how to ask?" he shot back.

you totally forgot you left your laptop on the bed. it was open enough for anyone that goes by to glance at it and see at least half of what was on the screen.

and he went into the room to change his clothes.

"oh, fuck you teo," you hmphed and crossed your arms.

"you just did," he winked.

I HAD TO REWRITE THIS THREE FUCKING TIMES BECAUSE TUMBLR DIDN'T SAVE. THREE. I ACTUALLY LOST IT.

also how tf do u talk about pussy. like do you say pussy? vagina? entrance? core? heat? THIS IS SO HARD. btw i was so embarrassed making this that some parts might not make sense or be repetitive. im sorry

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silverzoomies · 1 year

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Honeysuckle

peter Maximoff x reader smut

chapter 2: later gator

warnings: female reader (sorry), sex pollen, aphrodisiacs, overstimulation, shameless smut, rough sex, kissing, porn with (slight) plot, canon divergence

word count: 5142

a/n: to anyone who reads, thank you for enabling my deranged bullshit,, ilysm

some more notes regarding canon divergence: idfk where peter's house was originally supposed to be set (in dofp). but in this fic, pretend it's in westchester. got it? good. also, i love the concept of pietro being his birth name so much, i had to throw it in,,

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You showed up to Peter’s (his mom’s) doorstep a little less than an hour later.

Now, Peter personally thought you could’ve been a lot quicker about it (what if he was dying?? Like, yeah, he sort of was). Whether he thought this because of his natural impatience, or his rambunctious, horny brain; he couldn’t tell. But Peter knew he didn’t have any right to complain. Considering the-uh…circumstances. You were the one doing him a favor.

Even if you didn’t necessarily know about said favor yet.

Raising your fist to knock at the front door, your knuckles didn’t get a chance to make contact. In less than a nanosecond’s time, you found yourself behind an entirely different door. The door to the basement. Peter’s basement (well, technically, his mom’s. But let’s ignore the logistics, he thought).

The door slammed shut behind you with an abrupt rattle. Your back was pressed hard against an amalgamation of Star Wars posters covering it, as Peter kept you trapped before him. And you stood at the very top of the basement stairs. A large hand of his clasped over your mouth, just in case you felt the need to freak out. At least his mom wasn't home to overhear anything if you did. Thank the high powers for impromptu, grocery trips.

His toned, shirtless body idled a little too close to yours. Leaning into your personal space further than he normally would. Peter was perched one or two steps down from you, keeping his head tilted up. He blinked with a dark, half-lidded gaze. And he stared into your questioning eyes with a heavy intensity. You were caged in. With his other hand next to your face, pressed flat against the door.

Peter panted breathlessly. He was an exasperated mess of burning heat and steaming sweat. Sweat which reeked of a sickly sweet smell you didn’t recognize. And you assumed it to be…perfume? Or something? You really couldn’t guess. Whatever it was, it threw you for a loop. As the sweet scent met your nose, a pleasant chill surged along your spine. Peter was so intoxicating.

Peter’s cheeks burned the brightest shade of red you’d ever seen on him. And you noticed, in his eyes, Peter’s pupils appeared impossibly big. Both were a stunning, black abyss of carnal desire.

You didn’t seem to pick up on that desire, however.

“Hey.” Peter huffed with a casual, lazy smirk. Breathless when he spoke. As he pulled his hand from your mouth, a subtle, lingering sweetness clung to your lips. You furrowed your brows, giving him a confused look. “Uhm…hi?” You shook your head, smiling uneasily with a laugh, “Are you, like, okay, dude? You look like a mess! What was up with that text, by the way? Are you sick?”

Peter blinked in a hazy, sweltering daze. And he promptly shook his head. He impatiently drummed his speedy fingers with the hand pressed against the door.

“Huh? Nah, I’m-...I’m totally bitchin’, babe. Just-” A pause, and Peter’s bright blush spread to the tips of his ears, “Actually…if I can keep it real fer a sec? I’m-uh…I don’t really feel like myself right now.”

His statement made you even more concerned. He could tell in the way your expression shifted. Your brows pressed together further, and your worried smile fell into a small frown. The rational part of Peter’s brain ached with shame, his heart twisting at the sight. The last thing he wanted to do was worry you.

But the spicier portion of his brain found your innocence way more arousing than it should’ve been. Peter slapped himself internally. Chill out, dude. Don’t be gross.

“What do you mean? Not yourself? You seem fine to me. A little sweaty, and maybe a little tired. But otherwise…” You forced a lighthearted smile, reaching out to ruffle his hair, “Same ol’ Peter.”

Peter’s heart raced to roadrunner speed in his chest, pounding rapidly. God, you were too cute. With his bangs hanging messily in his face, he let his eyes roam across your features. So soft, and so nice. An echoing voice in the far, dark recesses of his rampantly horny mind screamed at him. Begging Peter to take you right then and there on the basement stairs.

But Peter was conscious enough, that he cringed at himself for even daring to consider such a warped thought.

“It's nothin’. Don’t worry ‘bout me, kay? Probably just comin’ down with somethin’.” He lied, feigning a chillaxed grin, “Like ya said, same ol’ Peter.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, shifting your weight from foot to foot. If the look on your face was anything to go by; Peter knew for sure, you could see right through his bullshit. Aside from the fact that you knew him well enough? At the moment, Peter was as transparent as the shattered glass he left on the floor of Hank’s lab.

Peter guiltily dropped his gaze from your face, and to your belly. But as his eyes dragged slowly downward, he instantly regretted this action. Prior to this moment, Peter hadn’t noticed what you were wearing. He’d been in too quick a rush to drag you into the basement.

A tight, crop top hugged your upper body, leaving your belly exposed. The mere sight of your bare skin almost made him bust a nut in his sweatpants. Peter swallowed hard, and that honeysuckle sweetness sank down his throat. He coughed, and drummed his fingers a little faster against the door.

“Uh huh? Are you sure?” You asked, reaching up to brush Peter’s bangs out of his eyes.

At that moment, a hot, sticky wave of sexually charged static shot through Peter’s veins. He dropped his head, the messy fluff of his hair meeting your tummy. With both hands now pressed to the door on either side of you, Peter’s fingernails dug into it. He huffed a desperate laugh, and shook his head.

“Toooootally aces, babe.”

You rolled your eyes with a playful, but concerned scoff.

“Hey, Peter, seriously. Talk to me, okay? What’s wrong?”

Your tone was as sweet as the sugary taste on Peter’s tongue. Enough to give him a toothache. And in a comforting gesture, totally innocent; you brought a gentle hand up to his shoulder. Your palm rested there without flinching, even despite the feel of his sweat under your skin.

“Jeez! Honey, you’re burnin’ up! Are you sure you’re not, like, really sick?” You pressed.

Peter felt the soft touch of your hand to the top of his head. Your fingers carded through his slightly damp hair. The tickling sensation of your fingertips sent tingles down his spine. And Peter’s body set itself ablaze. These were simple touches. Your fingers in his hair, your other hand lightly squeezing his muscles. Nothing too suggestive.

But his horny, addled mind reacted instantaneously. The very second Peter sensed your fingers were close, he sucked in a harsh, ragged breath. And as you made contact, he visibly shuddered. His fingernails dug themselves deeper into the door, leaving tears in the posters there (major apologies to Luke Skywalker and the gang). Peter raised his head from your belly.

And finally, he looked up into your eyes again. Or, at least, he tried to. Immediately upon seeing your pretty face, his gaze dropped straight to your lips.

“Shiiit…lovesick, maybe...” He tiredly blinked, huffing another breathless laugh, “Damn…yer really pretty, y’know that?” Peter’s teeth dug into his lip, as he subconsciously leaned an inch closer into your space. Your heart skipped several beats in your chest, and your eyes widened. The cutest blush flooded your soft cheeks as you gasped. And Peter’s dick twitched painfully beneath the fabric of his grey sweatpants.

“Dude…what??” You asked, barely audible. Scoffing in disbelief, you giggled, “Yeah, okay, somethin’s definitely wrong with you, man. Need me to call a doctor?” And you muttered under your breath, “ Or a mental ward, maybe? ”

Peter snickered in response, his smile spreading wide and showing teeth. The corners of his mouth pressed up into his dimples. And he shook his head, embarrassed beyond all human comprehension.

Another searing wave of horny torment swarmed Peter. And this one stung like hell. Peter’s cock throbbed with an ache he couldn’t ignore, even if he tried. He exhaled shaken breaths, reeking that thick, sweet scent. And without intending to, Peter rocked his hips forward. His bulge lightly brushed against your leg.

You squeaked with a gasp, tilting your head down. And realization seemed to dawn on you suddenly, as you noticed the shape of Peter’s hard dick in his sweatpants.

The softest, little “Oh… ” was all you could muster.

Peter bolted from the stairs before you could say anything else. He quickly paced in circles through the basement. Slow enough, this time around, that he didn’t appear as a blur. Just himself, in all his sweat-drenched, obvious boner glory. His cock bounced under his sweatpants as he moved. And you had to wrestle with god himself to resist staring at it. Maybe you understood the level of stress Peter was under. Because you saved him the humiliation, and failed to mention his situation aloud. “Y-uhm…You gonna be okay?” You asked, your voice somewhat hushed. “Me?? Hell if I know! Probably!” Peter threw his hands up as he rushed around, expelling his pent up energy, “Look, I’m, like, really sorry, babe. I shouldn’t’ve-...it’s just-...I’m goin’ through a majorly weird thing, and I need-” He stammered awkwardly over his words, stopping himself with a frustrated groan.

Stepping slowly down the stairs, you came to a halt as your tennis shoes reached the basement floor. You rubbed your arm for self-reassurance, shyly looking around with an intake of breath.

“You need what? Please don’t be afraid to talk to me, dude. I’m not gonna think less of you or anything.” You spoke with a tender insistence.

Only, your sweet words flew right over Peter’s head. Straight out the basement window. Later, gator.

Peter was too busy stopping dead in his tracks, his eyes giving you a not-so-subtle once over. And the image he took in, made it ultimately harder for Peter to resist his instinctive, lustful needs.

Standing in his (his mom’s) basement, looking so vulnerable, you avoided Peter’s gaze. The crop top you wore hugged your figure a little too tight. Showing off the swell of your tits, with a collar that hanged way too low to be modest. Long, thin sleeves covered your arms. Peter shamelessly let his eyes trail even lower. Past the soft, exposed skin of your belly. Skin he wanted to mark with his teeth and cum. And down to the short skirt - Peter had to do the mother of all double takes just then - hanging over your smooth thighs. And were those thigh-high socks covering your legs, or was he just hallucinating some sexy mirage?

Your knees bumped together as you shifted your weight, your skirt fluttering with the movement.

Somebody call 9-1-fucking-1. Alert every doctor in the Westchester area. Because Peter might’ve actually gone straight into cardiac arrest. If he were to die right now? After seeing you, looking like that? Totally worth it. Amen.

“Peter? Did you hear me, honey? Is there-...I mean…is there anything I can do to help?”

Peter didn’t, for the life of him, expect you to say something like that.

Your eyes oozed innocence and genuine kindness. And Peter wanted to roll his eyes over it. You were so ridiculously nice in the face of an awkward situation. The apples of your cheeks burned hotter with every word you spoke. And though you may not have understood what Peter was going through, you offered your help anyway. Your lashes fluttered as you blinked. Subconsciously, you swiped your tongue across your lip to wet it. And again, your sock-clad knees knocked together with the adjustment of your shy posture.

Peter fought with all his mutant might to ignore another, painful influx of heat washing over his body. But ultimately, he failed. Miserably.

“F-Fuck-” He choked.

His dilated eyes flew open wide. A fwip, and Peter appeared in front of a nearby wall, hunched over next to a Ninja Turtles: Turtles in Time arcade machine. He kept his back towards you. And through the sheen of his sweat, you could see the way his muscles flexed. His body twitched, hips subtly bucking forward. Peter braced himself with a hand against the wall, groaning a series of soft noises into his other palm.

So,-uhmmm...maybehetotallyjustblewaloadinhispantsorwhatever. No biggie.

“Peter?? Holy shit-” you called.

Worried for his well being, you quickly raced towards him. And with a low grumble of a sound, Peter banged his head lightly against the wall. Mortified and supremely embarrassed, he slowly turned, pressing his back to the wall. You were much closer now. Close enough that Peter could reach out and pull you into his body if he wanted to. And he did want to. He wanted to so fucking bad. The very last remnants of his self control told him not to.

Time to bite the silver bullet, and face the music; so to speak.

Peter placed a trembling hand on your shoulder, the palm of it massive. And you jumped at the rough strength of his touch. Peter sighed, shaking his head. He avoided your gaze. And in his eyes, he carried with him a heavy, exhausted weight. The kind of tiredness you could see from a mile away. Peter knew he probably looked like a disgusting wreck. Not his most attractive, he had to admit.

Little did he know, you thought he looked drop dead gorgeous like this.

He hesitated before speaking, struggling to let the words slip off his sugary tongue. Once Peter finally opened his mouth, he rushed through his explanation in rapid succession. And the only reason you understood, was because you’d been around Peter for a long enough span of time. Luckily enough (or unluckily, depending), you’d become accustomed to his speedy, speech patterns.

“IIIIIIIIII fucked up real bad, babe. Like, really really bad. In Beastie’s lab. There were these nerdy, science chemicals, y’know? He’s always got stuff like that lyin’ around. Which, if you ask me? Is totally hazardous. Amiright? And I may have knocked some over. Because I was goin’ too fast and I wasn’t payin’ attention. Classic me, right? Pffbbt. So, anyway, I breathed in some, like, pink stuff. Kinda tastes like - you ever try honeysuckle as a kid? It tastes like that. It’s really sorta nostalgic. Reminds me of when I was- Uhm -sorry, I’m totally off track here. So-uh…ever since that happened? I’ve been stuck like this fer hours. And I’m not gonna lie to ya. It hurts. And it’s all hot ‘n stuff. Uh-”

You interrupted his nonsensical ramblings with a wave of your hand. As if suggesting you had a thought to add. Peter tried to ignore the way your blush spread down to your neck. And any thoughts he had about dragging his tongue sloppily across it, were shoved back down into frisky hell. Where they belonged.

“Uhm. S-...So, did you try-” You started. And Peter already knew ten thousand years ahead of time, what you were about to suggest.

“Beatin’ my meat? Yeah. Only a dozen times.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Peter let out a long, awkward sigh. The exhale of it wavered with the shuddering of his overheated body, “I think-...y’know, if I had to guess? Just throwin’ whatever thoughts out there. Darts on a board. Fwoo -” He made a throwing motion with his hand, “I think I just need to-uh…like…pfffbbt… bang ‘er whatever, y’know?”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. ” Peter sighed once more, throwing his head back against the wall. Clearing his throat with an unrelaxed cough, he continued, “Soooooo …ya think we could…I dunno…I don’t wanna…fuck up things between us more than I already ha-”

Peter was fast.

But even whilst carrying the oh, so sacred speedster gene, he didn't see you coming. Lost in a heated, sex-crazed haze of confusion and hesitation; Peter was completely caught by surprise when you interrupted his words with a bruising kiss. For a fraction of a second, his rational mind ran through a million questions at lightspeed. Why the heck would you kiss him? Did you have feelings for him? Were you only trying to be nice? What did this even mean to you? Did it mean anything? But before he could register a single one, his carnal instincts took over.

With the inhumanly fast beating of his heart, came fuzzy, blistering, hot desire. Peter’s cock swelled his pants, the veins intertwined through it pulsating with every beat. He growled into your mouth, kissing you in a filthy, sloppy blend of teeth and tongues. You drank down the sweet, honeysuckle taste on his lips. Thirsty for it, as if swiping your tongue across them would bring you infinite serenity.

A beat passed.

Peter had you in his bed in an instant. The ultra-fast movement shook you to your core, leaving you a little dizzy. There wasn’t a single moment to catch up, before Peter’s lips enveloped yours all over again. He kissed you with wet, deep desperation. Moaning hot puffs of air through every, abrupt pause between kisses. Your fingers rushed to graze across the skin of his chest, over his toned torso. Peter allowed you only a meager moment to feel the bump of his abs under your fingertips, before he suddenly moved.

Rolling you around swiftly amongst the sheets, Peter frantically searched for more physical contact. Desperate to be as close to your body as he could. The heat coursing through his veins heightened to a scorching blaze with your every touch. Your hands in his hair. Your lips and tongue against his. Peter let his own, trembling hands roam all over and down your body. A body he’d admired in secret for far too long a time, he now realized.

But now? You were here. In his bed. Melting into a hot, submissive puddle underneath him. And Peter, in an impatient, concupiscent state of mind…found he just couldn’t fucking hold back anymore.

“I’m sorry, baby. Fuck, I gotta have you. I gotta feel your pussy around me, babe. Please-” Peter whispered hotly into your lips, moaning with swirls of his tongue.

"P-Peter ~" You mewled his name, and he fell even weaker into your kiss.

He pulled away for a beat, his lips coated in sticky, sweet saliva. Peter jerked the collar of your crop top down, along with anything underneath. One of your tits popped out with a bounce, the nipple hardening upon exposure to the air. He palmed at your breast, leaning down to harshly sink his teeth into your neck. Peter's tongue traveled up to your ear, where he whispered with a whine.

“Look at this hot fuckin’ body. You been hidin’ all this from me? This whole time?” His thumb flicked your nipple, vibrating with a soft, superspeed buzz, "You got some bomb as hell titties, baby."

Those mild vibrations against your tit pulled quiet moans out of you. And you giggled at Peter's comment, bashfully shaking your head as you pulled him up for another kiss.

"No shit, they've been there the whole time, dumbass. All you had to do was ask." You breathed into his lips. And Peter huffed a hot laugh, lightly nipping your lip.

"Woulda asked sooner, had I known." He breathed, humming a low moan, " Sooooooo much sooner."

None of your clothes were pulled from your body. Peter was in too much of a rush to get his dick inside you. His speedy-fast brain sent itself straight into auto-pilot. There was no controlling his actions from this point onwards. Bye bye, rational thought. And using all the strength he had, Peter forced your legs apart. He threw both of your shoe-clad feet over his sweaty shoulders.

Peter’s hot fingers darted down to push your panties aside. And the instant his eyes gazed upon your righteous, angelic pussy; he choked out a whine of relief. Something instinctive. A sound he didn’t even mean to make.

Shoving the front of his sweatpants down, Peter hastily grabbed his enlarged, aching cock. You glanced down curiously, just to have a sneaky peek at your best friend’s dick. And at the sight of it, you audibly gasped. Your cunt immediately reacted, weeping an onslaught of slick heat just for him. You also, just so happen to notice the thick, sticky cum coating his length. Which meant, Peter had quite literally creamed his pants sometime in the last five minutes or so. Your entire face lit like a match, colored strawberry red at this realization. And you couldn’t help but wonder what must have triggered such a strong reaction in him. That pink stuff Hank’s cookin’ up in his lab must be out of this world.Not a single word of warning was given, as Peter shoved his swollen, needy cock as deep into your pussy as it could go. Using his cum as lubricant, he forced his way quickly through your tight walls. Hitting your cervix in an instant. Hot, breathy moans smelling so sweet, rang out from above you. As Peter began relentlessly pounding you into oblivion.

Your pussy was the holiest of holy sanctuaries. Fucking outrageous.

“Fuck! Fuck, that’s it! God, baby, yer so tight. So fuckin’ wet-” Peter spilled every word, with no filter.

"P-Peter~! Ah! You feel so good, Peter~" You moaned. While plunging his cock into your dripping cunt, Peter dropped his head. Silver hairs pointed out in every direction, his bangs covering his eyes. And he posed a timid thought aloud.

"Pietro." His humid breath tickled your ear, "P-Please. "

If you could blush any further, you would have. Pleasant, tickling goosebumps erupted across your skin. Biting your lip, you frantically nodded. Your hands traveled to his hair, where you gently grabbed the sides of Peter's head to pull him up. You met his eyes with an adoring grin.

"Fuck me, Pietro. Please, fuck me fast. As fast as you wanna go, baby. I'm all yours."

Peter nearly came, and you felt the veins of his cock vibrate against your walls as he fucked you. You threw your head back, whining with a coquettish squeak.

Fucking you missionary wasn’t enough.

Peter hit all those spots inside you that made you squirm needily underneath him. But he wanted - no - needed to be even closer. He so badly wanted to hold you against him, while he made mindless, risky, speedy love to your perfect, little pussy. His thoughts were all the more amorous, as he felt the way your plushy walls squeezed around his cock. Choking out a groan, Peter took to pulling you with him. As he rolled around in a flash, adjusting positions.

“Gimme just a sec, princess.” He breathed.

Finally, at long last, he found something perfect. And so fucking close. Peter spooned you on the bed, wrapping his muscular arms tightly around your body. His muscles strained under his burning skin as he held you in a firm grip. And with his chest pressed to your back, he kept fucking you. Peter’s pulsating cock stretched you open so wide, pumping into your cunt at a faster pace.

Like, super speed fast. Fast enough to be so overwhelming, you couldn’t think straight (you were brainless on his dick at this point, honestly). But not so quick that he’d hurt you.

One of his big hands traveled down to your skirt, which he lifted up over your ass. Peter pressed himself even closer. Letting his pelvis meet the soft, bounce of your ass cheeks as he fucked you fast and hard. Only because you asked so nicely, and not at all because you had him completely pussy whipped. Burying his face in your neck, he inhaled your scent. And Peter peppered your skin in wet kisses.

He was close to his peak. Peter could feel it. These last, several, miserable hours had all been building up to this very moment. Dozens of nut-busting sessions later. This was definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, exactly what Peter needed. And for you to be the one to give it to him? Talk about a major fucking score.

Peter’s moans became even more desperate, more akin to pathetic cries the closer he got to release. His body flared up in a steaming heat, bracing itself for oncoming ecstasy. And Peter thrust his cock into you faster.

Faster. Faster. Faster. So much fucking faster.

“T-Too fast! Too fast, Pietr-I can’t! Please-” You suddenly cried, your cunt clamping down on Peter’s cock even tighter. If he didn’t slow down, you were surely going to squirt around his dick.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I can’t stop, babygirl. J-Just gimme- fuck, why are you so fuckin’ tight?? Fuck -just gimme one more second, please- ”

Your pussy fluttered, pulling his cock in deep. And Peter found it then. The cusp of his agonizing, excruciating journey through rampant, horny torment. A number of things helped guide him over. Your cute, broken squeals of pleasure were the first. Peter never would have guessed that anything could make you moan like that. But, fuck, he wanted to lock the sound of your cries deep into his core memory, for the rest of his days.

“Keep going, Pietro~! You’re- ahh -so fast, you’re gonna make me cum, baby!”

Your movements further spurred him on. Peter was completely thrown, as you met each of his thrusts with the rocking of your hips. Your ass jiggling with every bounce against his pelvis. So soft. Even despite the overwhelming speed of Peter’s thrusts, you kept going for his sake. As though you couldn’t get enough of his cock. And Peter swore to himself, he would worship the ground you walked on once this was all over.

“I-I’m cumming Pietro! Cumming just for you! FUCK!!” You cried as your eyes rolled back. Your body erupting into a brainless, blissful, quivering mess of orgasmic euphoria.

Okay. Yeah. Peter was totally gonna make you his religion after this.

“Yeah? Gonna cum fer me, babygirl? Please cum fer me. Please -” He moaned.

Peter felt the gummy walls of your cunt squeeze him in a vice grip. And he shut his eyes tightly, emitting an obscene, filthy moan. A hot gush of your slick sprayed from your pussy with each thrust of Peter’s cock. Staining his bedsheets and coating his thighs.

The final nail in the coffin was the moment you turned your head just so. In your own, overstimulated, post-orgasmic daze. You pressed your cheek to Peter’s in a gesture of reassurance. A silent indication that you weren’t suffering too much as he fucked you at mach speed. Peter felt his heart flutter, much like a hummingbird, at the closeness.

Maybe he really was in love with you. Maybe he wasn’t as influenced by boner plague as he thought.

A metaphorical coil tightened deep in Peter’s gut. Pleasurable, buzzing tingles bolted through every one of his nerves. Finally, the coil snapped. Something like a volcanic eruption of blistering, syrupy ecstasy freed him. Releasing Peter from the shackles of hard cock disease. One, last plunge of his thick cock in your cunt, and Peter lost it.

He spilled his sweet, sweltering cum so deep in your pussy; you could’ve sworn you felt the heat pooling in your belly. Peter filled you up with everything he had, until there was nothing left to give.

The wavering burns that once infected Peter’s body, finally began to subside. At long last.

Peter was left with a massive headache, and painfully sore muscles. And because he was so incredibly exhausted; he didn’t pull himself away from you. Nor did he pull out. For whatever reason, he couldn’t. Peter wanted to stay there. Buried deep. Pressed against your back. Forever, if you let him.

A blissful wave of sleepiness hit Peter like a truck. And a dopey grin spread across his face. Showing off those dimples again. Peter’s dark eyes fell half-lidded, the smokey rings around them so much more evident. He dropped his head to the pillows, his hair fluffy and tousled across the fabric of them. In his sleepy, mellow haze; Peter let out the dorkiest of giggles.

“Wow…wow- fuck…I can’t believe you actually let me do that, babe…holy shit…” He laughed in breathless disbelief, "You're a goddess."

As if priding himself on what he’d done to you, Peter thrust his hips upward. Just one more time for good measure. His softening dick remained buried between your slick walls. And his face scrunched up at the overstimulation of this movement alone. Peter eventually stopped altogether, instead choosing to nuzzle his nose into your back. Breathing in your scent.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He tiredly confessed.

Through your own exasperated pants of air, you scoffed. Laughing breathlessly at Peter’s unprompted statement.

“Please. Be serious, dude.” You huffed playfully, “You’re not in love with me. You were just really fuckin’ horny, Pietr-...Peter.”

You felt him shake his head, before he buried his nose further into your back. And he hummed in content.

“Mmmmm. No, like, I’m bein’ deadly serious, baby. Totally legit. We shoulda done this wayyyy sooner. Yer really hot ‘n stuff. And yer so cool. And so nice to me all the time…” Peter pulled you tighter against him, “ Call me Pietro again. I like the way it sounds when you say it.”

A pink hue - pink like the lab substance that started this entire, degenerative ordeal - flooded your cheeks. You brought a shaky hand to Peter’s hair, letting your fingers lightly massage his scalp.

“Pietro.~” You teased in a sultry, sing-song voice, “Y’know Hank’s gonna rip you a new one the next time he sees you, right?” The only response you got, were Peter’s soft snores. An echo of the first nap he’d taken since he was a small, troublesome child. Annoyed in the most affectionate of ways, you dropped your head to the pillows. And as carefully as you could, you pulled yourself from Peter’s cuddly grasp. His soft cock withdrew itself from your pussy with your movement. You shuddered, feeling a tingle that raced all the way down to your toes.

Before tip-toeing to the basement bathroom for a shower, you took one last glance at Peter. Your best friend in the entirety of the expansive cosmos...who also just gave you the best dicking of your life. Lying there peacefully, quietly snoring. Looking a handsome goddamn mess. In his sleep, you noticed his fingers twitch. Another way for his body to expel pent up energy, you guessed.

Leaning over the bed, you placed a feather-light kiss to his forehead.

“Watch where you’re goin’ next time, dipshit.” You whispered with a soft smile.

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