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Arachnid Peter who cums so much, but he can’t help it :(( It’s so messy, every time you fuck, just uncontrollably squirting everywhere.

It’s too much! You say, but he’ll fuck it back into you, whispering that it’s just his instinct, that you’re such a good mate for him.

His eyes dilate like crazy, until the whites of his sclera’s disappear, looking down at you like he wants to eat you alive.

And you can’t blame him when he bites the column of your neck, your lips when you’re kissing him, your belly as he inches downwards. It’s just in his nature right?

Arachnid Peter who has to keep reassuring you that yes, it’s normal for him to keep spurting out webs, conveniently binding you to the bed, all pliant and exposed to him.

He gets so possessive, asking you to tell him that you’re his, only his, while he kisses and bruises your lips.

Ugh, and when you leave marks on him? Scratches down his back? Hickies on his neck? He’s groaning into your skin, asking you to give him more, teasing you with an— ‘is that all you’ve got?’

ignominiousgirl

🕸️🕷 We've got chemistry! 🕸️🕷

plot: you accidentally send Peter a pic and he sends one back

pairing: peter parker x reader

tags: cheating, smut, i haven’t written in a minute so this probably suckkksssss

inspired by @llalaundercover on tiktok

Organic Chemistry 101 was difficult. And that was saying something considering you were an A* student in high school. College was hard. It was filled with a bunch of pretentious know-it-alls, all insufferable and snotty with the exception of Peter Parker.

He was quiet, stuck to himself, and also crazy smart. He'd been part of the Robotics club in high school, and you remember admiring him work, always in a world of his own. It felt like that was eons ago.

You had become more familiar with each other in college, considering you were both taking the same major. You’d help each other out with notes and answers here and there, even studying together during peak exam season.

Now here you were, trying not to let all the electives and classes and events drown you, but finding it difficult to find a balance. From an outsider's perspective, it looked like you had everything; the grades, the looks, the guy.

Brad. Your boyfriend from high school who had followed you to college. Classic high school sweethearts. You'd won prom king and queen, applied to colleges together, planned all your senior pranks together.

But truthfully, it was an empty relationship. Brad was here on a sports scholarship, and the two of you couldn't be more distant. Sure he brought you flowers and chocolates on Valentine's day and kissed you when you met him on the field, but he didn't know much about you.

Or about how much you'd changed. And you never felt comfortable enough to tell him. Truth was, it was boring. He was boring.

Sex with him was even more boring. The same position, the same words, the same time, every time. It had become a boring mundane routine, like another chore to check off your list.

So when he texts you, asking you to 'send something?' Your eyes light up. Finally some excitement. You strip your top off, turn on your lamp, and snap a few pics at different angles, scrolling between them until you land on the perfect one.

Getting another notification, you click to open it, assuming it was Brad again. You attach the photo of you holding your boobs, with your necklace resting in your cleavage and your hair framing the sides.

Resting your phone down, you wait for his response. When a few minutes pass without him responding, you decide to send a sly message asking what he was doing with the photo, only to see that his message had remained unopened.

Confused, you open your chat, then swipe back out to see that Peter Parker was at the top of your message list.

You were going to die. Of mortification. Brad was going to break up with you, and Peter freaking Parker would know how your tits looked.

You’re close to a full blown panic attack when you hear a ding! from your phone.

This was it. The consequences of your actions. A lengthy disgusted message from Peter about sending unsolicited nudes and the end of any future distinguished careers.

Squealing, you contort in your bed like a madman before huffing and opening your phone.

[picture attached]

Oh.

Pausing, you wonder what he could have sent you. It couldn't be...

Adjusting yourself in the bed, you lie on your stomach and click on the photo.

Peter Parker knew how your tits looked, and you knew how his dick looked now too.

Nice isn't the first word you'd think of to describe a penis, but his was... pretty? It was blushing at the tip, and even in the low lighting you could see the pre glistening.

You think you're about to combust when he sends something else.

A video.

You open it without hesitation.

He's holding his base, whining a—

"Fuckkkkkk. Wanted this so long."

He tugs upwards once, hissing at the sensation. "Please, please, let me come over. Fuck please, I'll make you feel so good..."

And just like that the screen goes blank. It’s embarrassing how quick you become wet.

You don't even blink before texting him your dorm room number.

10 long minutes later, there's a knock. By then, you'd watched the video over and over, and if you closed your eyes you could see it playing behind your eyelids.

You open on the first knock, smiling at the sheepish look on his face with his fist raised to knock again.

There's a thud behind you and you feel your spine tingle when you realise he's dropped to his knees before you.

You think for a second that you should reject his advances. That you should feel some type of shame, think of your relationship, muster any kind of logic.

But it was hard to think when he was looking at you so prettily.

Eyes all watery, like you’re the only thing in the world, like he’d do anything for you.

So when he says, “please,” softly, you feel like you don’t have a choice but to lean down and press your lips to his.

delopsia

Soft! Rhett thoughts:

Rhett has seen you around town a few times and thinks you’re beautiful, he bumps into you at the local diner and stutters his way through an introduction. Rhett feels so out of his element all the sudden ,he doesn’t know why he’s done things a lot scarier and stupider than asking a stranger out on a date but with sweaty palms and shaky hands he manages to ask you out (if mentioned later he’ll deny how he anxious he was). Since he doesn’t have much money it’s a picnic but since he burns anything he cooks he just prepares fruit, chips and sandwiches lol. You watch the sunset together and once night falls you ask him to name the stars and constellations for you, (at this point he’s pretty sure he’d do anything you ask). The two of you are laying in the bed of his truck with several blankets to lay on and to cover with, you fall asleep with your head on his chest as he quietly points out the stars whilst rubbing his hand against your back. (In the morning you’re both woken up by the sun and royal chews into rhett for being an hour late to work but rhett can’t seem to find it in himself to care)

Btw I am by no means a writer but I hope this thought made you feel better 🩷

Rhett being absolutely smitten and losing all of his usual confidence is so precious to me 😭 Why is hopping onto the back of a bull a million times easier than asking to get a coffee with you? Big dummy is so stressed about the question itself that he entirely forgets one crucial detail. The only place in town that serves coffee is closed due to a recent fire. Worse, you two are standing directly across the street from it, and the fire damage is ✨painfully obvious✨

"I! Uhm, sorry I forgot about...lunch? No—!" Because the coffee shop is also the only restaurant in town. Twenty something years in this town and he's blubbering like a damn tourist, ears red as can be, and heavily considering if he should just flee the country at this point. But then you suggest a late lunch in the park, and just like that, you've got him hook, line, and sinker. He's nodding his head without a second thought, like an obedient little puppy, entirely forgetting how far his wallet is stretched right now.

sugarcoated-lame

Pretend To Be My Boyfriend? | Rhett Abbott x Reader

all of my works are 18+ only, minors DNI!

Synopsis: When a guy won't leave you alone, you ask the pretty cowboy at the bar to pretend to be your boyfriend.

WC: 2900

Warnings: not much? this is mostly just fluff :) fake dating, mentions of harassment/guys being creepy, mentions of alcohol and drinking, flirting? like one mention of sex, i feel like that gif of rhett should be a warning

a/n: I've had this idea in my head for a while and finally decided to write it (: kinda feel like it's a bit shit but please enjoy, comments, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! ♥

“Hey, honey!” Rhett hears a sweet voice call out through the dimly lit, noisy bar. He senses a figure approaching to the left of the barstool he’s sat on, hand freezing halfway to his mouth as he goes to take a sip from his bottle of beer.

It takes him a moment to realize that you’re speaking to him, his confused expression meeting your hopeful, smiling one. He checks behind him for somebody else, but nope, there’s no one there — you’re definitely talking to him.

“Uh…hi? Do I- do we… know each other?” Rhett places his beer down on the bar, wincing as he asks the question; it wouldn’t be the first time he’d forgotten a woman that he’d met in this very bar and drunkenly hooked up with. And that situation never usually ends well for him.

myguiltypleasures21

Robert 'Bob' Floyd Fic Rec List #1

~ Cobalt Eyes and Sweet Smiles – @withahappyrefrain

~ ‘cause you’re so smooth – @bussyslayer333

~ Dream Come True Pairing – @sorchathered

~ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩 – @roosterbruiser

~ Pattern Breaker – @deakyjoe

~ foggy – @sushiwriterhere

~ Enlightened – @writercoler

~ Weather the Storm – @wildbornsiren

~ Warmth – @sugarcoated-lame

~ Shy Reader x B. Floyd – @0mg-bird

~Tense – @bippot (AO3 Link)

~ Count Your Blessings - @floydsmuse

~ honey | bob floyd x reader – @delopsia

~ Streetlight Glow | Bob x Reader x Rhett – @delopsia

~ I Thought I Lost You – @a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all

~ Waiting for Someone – @a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all

~ 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛, 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙 – @topherwrites

~ Burnt Out | Comfort Drabble wc: 558 – @writing-until-i-drop

~ not being able to focus on carving their own pumpkin because they're too worried about the other getting hurt while carving theirs – @withahappyrefrain

~ that one night| b.f – @bradshawswife

~ Friend Bob is really wicked Bob when he gets you alone. Teases. Taunts, finds his voice. – @bradshawswife

~ What about lewis's characters as cam boys? 🍑 – @delopsia

~ imagine watching scary and spooky movies with bob or rhett. either they’d be the type to predict what’s going to happen or... – @delopsia

~ for the lil prompt list: thinking of our beloved Bob and fixing the others clothing when something is a little bit off... – @withahappyrefrain

~ The Female Species – @bippot

~ Oblivious - @littleenglishfangirl

~ Tomorrow's Tomorrow - @bippot

~ sweet as honey– @bradshawsbitch

~ Room for Dessert – @purelyfiction

~ Confetti – @purplevortexx

~ It's Inevitable – @drabbles-mc

~ Miss, Ma'am, M 'Lady, a thot to add to your other ask about The Boys calling you Ma'am. You and Bob BOTH in the Navy, but you... – @delopsia

~ 12:29 AM – @dearsnow

~ Bob Floyd x female reader – @mynameismckenziemae

~ Cake Batter ~B Floyd x Fem! Reader – @0mg-bird

~ "ac is out and we're not wearing much" – @withahappyrefrain

~ Bragging Rights - @rockstxr-x

~ Imagine Date Night With Robert “Bob” Floyd – @spinningwebsandtales

~ Silver Screen, Make Me Scream – @attapullman

~ Love Like This – @wildbornsiren

~ The Perfect Ratio – @writercole

~ You Didn't Ask – @writercole

~ Forever and Ever, Amen – @bradshawssugarbaby

~ What Christmas Means to Me, My Love – @bradshawsbaby

~ Senses – @bradshawsbaby

~ Like Peas in a Pod – @bradshawsbaby

~ bobby tanqueray – @miley1442111

~ Dancing with You – @applebutter-and-cinnamon

~ Wanna Buy You A Drink – @anonymooseforever007

~ Laser Tag – @foreverrandomwritings

~ Flower Crowns – @foreverrandomwritings

~ Happy Birthday – @foreverrandomwritings

~ Pattern Breaker – @deakyjoe

~ I Got Chills, They’re Multiplying – @deakyjoe

~ YOUR BAR BOYFRIEND – @dearsnow

~ 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 – @roosterbruiser

~ Hey Jealousy – @sorchathered

~ Explicitly Yours – @roosterforme

~ Blind Date Gone…Wrong? – @intricatechaosofyou

~ TOO SWEET – @goosewithtwoos

~ SLUMBER PARTY – @goosewithtwoos

~ Something in the Orange – @sorchathered

~ Love me, Love me – @bussyslayer333

~ All I want for Christmas (is you) – @bussyslayer333

~ Need to know – @bussyslayer333

~ Dancing with You – @applebutter-and-cinnamon

~ new house, new title- b.floyd – @miley1442111

~ That's Mine | Robert "Bob" Floyd – @attapullman

~ the captain’s daughter ➤ – @callsignhoney

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geminiwritten

the plan ; robert 'bob' floyd

fandom: top gun

pairing: bob x reader

summary: the squad are all pretty sure that bob has a thing for you, but you're not convinced, so you hatch a plan to tease him within an inch of his life until he snaps

notes: i fear i may never again experience as much joy as i did while writing this... guys, it was so much fun! i know it's long, but it's full of tension and pining and heat, please give it a read! i actually love this so much, and i hope you do too, so please let me know what you think!!! i literally fell in love with bob while writing this, the lewis pullman spiral is spiralling

warnings: swearing, big dick energy, movie references (the princess bride, the ugly truth, star wars), bob's big dick, tension, lots of horniness (18+ ONLY MDNI), italics, huge dick energy, jealousy, bob is secretly cut, emotional warfare but it's fun, and did i mention bob's massive dick? (let me know if i missed anything)

word count: 21143

your callsign is sunny

It wasn’t long after the uranium mission that Dagger Squad was asked to stay on North Island and train as an elite, mission-focused unit under Maverick’s command. Not that anyone had to be asked—most of the squad was more than happy to be reassigned and stick together.

Once everything was finalised and the official special operations squadron was born, the first thing most of you did was move out of the barracks. You needed more space—both physically, and from each other—and, frankly, something that didn’t reek of stale socks and floor polish.

You and Natasha thought you’d hit the jackpot when you found a two-bedroom apartment right by the beach, with a spacious open-plan living area and not one, but two balconies. It was perfect. You could hardly believe it. Full of natural light, and just far enough from the boys you already spent too much time with—training, flying, doing push-ups every time someone pissed off Maverick.

It was meant to be.

Until the apartment across the hall went up for lease.

And that’s how you failed to escape the boys entirely. Reuben and Mickey spotted the sign while helping you move in, and before you knew it, they were neighbours—closer than ever and almost impossible to get off your couch.

A knock at the door draws your attention from the TV, and Natasha pauses mid-step on her way from the kitchen—bowl of popcorn in hand.

“Ten bucks says it’s Fanboy,” she says, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

You know that Mickey is stuck on overtime tonight—punishment from Maverick for mouthing off during a fly drill this morning. Natasha, however, hadn’t been in the air with you and clearly wasn’t listening on comms.

Your eyes flick to the door and back to her. “Deal.”

She drops the bowl on the coffee table and doubles back, swinging the door open.

“Ugh,” she sighs. “It’s you.”

obsessedromancereader

tays-writing

frat!jo x reader | part..?

Satoru gojo, frat president and professional heartbreaker, had finally met his ultimate match. Unfortunately for him, she's a pretty little brat who knows exactly how to drive him insane.

Satoru Gojo had built his entire reputation around a handful of carefully maintained things: expensive clothes, parties that never seemed to end, and the firm refusal to let anyone get close enough to matter.

When it came to women, his rules were just as simple—and absolutely non-negotiable. No feelings. No staying the night. Never the same girl twice.

He wasn’t the frat president for nothing. Six-foot-three of pure ego wrapped in white hair and enough cockiness to fill a room. He fucked like it was a competitive sport and treated commitment like the worst kind of inconvenience. Parties bled into mornings, mornings into hangovers, and hangovers into the perfect excuse for another party. Names never stuck. Faces sometimes did—until the next pair of pretty eyes looked up at him.

Then you happened.

You weren’t supposed to matter. You were just the girl who showed up in a tiny black dress, an attitude, and a tongue sharp enough to cut. You called him “pretty boy” to his face in front of half the frat. Then you stole his drink, took one sip, scrunched your nose in disgust, and handed it back like it had personally offended you.

Naturally, he followed you.

When he finally cornered you in the kitchen, he leaned in with the same confident grin that usually got him whatever he wanted and asked if you wanted to get out of there. You looked him up and down—slow enough to leave a bruise on his ego—and said, “Mmm… don’t think so. I’m kind of busy being entertained by people who actually put in some effort.”

For the first time in a long while, Satoru Gojo had absolutely nothing to say.

He spent the next three weeks inventing increasingly pathetic excuses to be wherever you were. Then weeks turned into months, and somewhere along the way, things had gotten… complicated.

You weren’t his girlfriend, though God knew he’d tried. Repeatedly. Every single time, you’d smile, kiss him, and neatly change the subject.

Still, neither of you saw anyone else. You just refused to call whatever this was a relationship.

That was the thing about you.

You were a brat. A world-class, olympic-level, absolute menace of a brat.

Satoru was reminded of that again the moment the front door swung open.

You walked in with that little half-smirk already in place. Your eyes found him almost instantly. You blew him a kiss, winked, and then carried on like he hadn’t been the first thing you’d looked for.

It took less than thirty seconds for some guy to find his way to you.

Jace. Basketball team, if he remembered correctly. A little shorter than him, broad-shouldered, and stupid enough to think your smile actually meant he had a chance. He handed you a drink, said something that made you laugh, and then let his hand hover a little too close to your waist.

That was enough.

He pushed himself off the kitchen island and crossed the room stopping just behind you. From there, his stare settled on Jace with enough intensity to drill a hole straight through his skull. For a brief second, he considered all the ways this could end badly for him. None of them involved words.

Jace’s eyes flicked over just long enough to realize exactly who was standing behind you. His shoulders tensed, his smile faltered, and whatever he’d been about to do died right there.

You turned your head slightly toward Satoru, like you’d been expecting him all along, then fully turned to face him.

“Hi, Satoru~” you said, not even trying to hide the amusement in your voice.

“You walked right past me,” he replied, ignoring the greeting completely.

You took a slow sip of your drink, eyes still on him over the rim of the cup.

“Did I?” You tilted your head innocently. “Oops.”

His eyes dropped briefly to the drink in your hand. Before you could answer, he took the cup from your fingers and handed it off to a passing guest without even looking away from you.

“Don’t play dumb. You saw me the second you walked in. You even blew me a kiss.”

“Force of habit.” You shrugged. “You’re very pretty. Hard not to acknowledge it.”

He stared at you for a second longer. You could almost feel the irritation rolling off him.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he muttered.

You smiled, slow and sweet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just talking to someone nice. And you scared him. That was rude,” you added with a small pout.

Before he could answer, you leaned in just slightly, voice dropping into something softer and far more dangerous.

“And you know what?” you murmured, voice dripping with fake innocence. “I actually like the respectful type. The quiet ones.”

You hummed thoughtfully. “Like that cute nerd everyone’s convinced is secretly a cam boy.” You sighed dramatically. “Fuck, I’d let him absolutely ruin my—”

His hand shot up, covering your mouth before you could finish the sentence.

“Don’t,” he said, voice low and strained. “Don’t even finish that fucking sentence.”

The music was loud enough that no one could hear you, but half the room could still see the way he was looking at you—like he was two seconds from dragging you upstairs and locking the door.

You just smiled against his palm. Then you licked it.

His eyes narrowed immediately as he pulled his hand away.

“You’re doing this just to torture me.”

“Doing what?”

“Pretending I don’t exist. Saying things you know bother me. Flirting with an idiot.”

Your smile only grew.

“Maybe I’m just keeping my options open.”

“Options.”

“Mhm.”

“You’ve got options?”

You hummed, low and thoughtful, like you were actually considering it. Your finger lazily traced the collar of his shirt.

“You spent years making your way through half the female population on campus,” you said. “Seems a little unfair to complain because one guy got me a drink.”

His hand came up, catching your wrist before you could pull away. His voice dropped, quieter and sharper.

“I don’t care how many options you think you have. You’re still... mine.” the word left his mouth and hung between you.

“Really?”

You stepped closer, close enough that there wasn’t a breath of space left between you.

“Because last time I checked, I wasn’t your girlfriend.”

His expression shifted.

Three months of being exclusive. Actually exclusive. No side pieces. No late-night texts. No one else.

And somehow, you still refused to give him the one thing he wanted. Three months still hadn’t made you soft for him the way he was soft for you.

“And that’s my fault?” His voice dropped, rough around the edges.

“I don’t know.” Your smile turned sharper. “But from where I’m standing, it sounds an awful lot like the frat president doesn’t like getting a taste of his own medicine.”

His hand flexed on yours and his other one found your waist.

“Stop playing”

For once, you didn’t laugh. Your eyes stayed on his, steady and unreadable, and something in his expression shifted. Like he was trying to figure out whether you were about to tease him again or finally give him the answer he’d been waiting for.

Your hand slowly slid down his torso until your fingers curled around the front of his belt. You tugged. Hard. Hard enough to pull him forward and slightly down, forcing him to lean into you. His hips pressed against your stomach. He was already half-hard, and the second your body aligned with his he got harder.

“I’m not playing, Satoru.”

Then you kissed him.

A deliberate, open-mouthed kiss that tasted like challenge and whatever cheap liquor was in your cup. Your tongue slid against his like you were claiming him right there in front of half the house. At the same time your other hand slipped under the hem of his shirt, palm gliding up over the hard ridges of his abs. You stroked them slowly, feeling every muscle jump under your touch.

He made a low, rough sound against your lips. His grip on your waist tightened, almost like he was afraid that if he let go, you’d disappear again.

When you finally pulled back, it was only far enough to speak against his mouth.

“Relax,” you whispered. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Your fingers gave his belt one last tug, then released him. Your hand left his abs with a final, lingering drag of your nails that made his stomach clench.

You stepped back, smiling that same sweet smile, already turning toward the living room like you hadn’t just set him on fire in the middle of the party.

Satoru stood there for a second longer, chest rising and falling too fast, the taste of you still on his tongue, the ghost of your hand still burning against his skin.

That was when he felt it. The weight of someone’s stare.

Across the room, leaning against the far wall with a half-empty cup dangling from her fingers, was a girl he recognized instantly. Long hair. Sharp smile. Last year’s one-night stand — the one who had taken his “never the same girl twice” rule as a personal insult.

She wasn’t just looking. She was watching.

Her eyes moved from your retreating back to Satoru’s face. Then her mouth curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

It was the expression of someone who had just discovered exactly where to press.

She lifted her cup in a small, mocking toast when she caught his gaze.

Satoru held her stare for a second before turning away.

Some girls just took longer to get over it. He was used to that.

But this time, he had the uncomfortable feeling that she wasn’t looking at him because she wanted him back.

anyway... thoughts? would you like to read more of this frat!jo? be nice I'm still figuring him out.

taglist for future parts is open!!

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dearwalker

mask on, fuck it, mask off | sex pollen

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader Word Count: 8.4k

Contains Brand New Day spoilers 🕸️

Description: You’re spider-man’s closest thing to a friend since the world forgot his name. Helping him with gadgets, cleaning his wounds…all without him ever taking the mask off. His true identity has always been a barrier between you two, but what happens when he gets hit with the pollen, and not only him, but the creature lurking inside him fixates on the only person he gets to call home?

Tags/warnings: sex pollen smut, fem!reader, porn with plot, whiny desperate peter >>>, dry humping, piv, riding, oral fem!rec, fingering, dark!peter taking over for a bit, orgasm denial, prone bone, so much yearning, mask stays on…or does it?

Note: You have no idea how giddy it makes me to write him again. He had NO business looking that good in the movie so I had to get this out of my system. Enjoy 🤍

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You've seen spiderman hurt many times. When you signed the lease of the first apartment you could afford as a recent graduate, you never thought that would become your new normal.

The first time it happened was completely accidental. He’d arrived at the building in the middle of the night, bruised, bleeding and too disoriented to realize that the window he’d come through was not his.

That night, the noise of a heavy body collapsing onto the floor woke you up. For one terrifying moment, you believed someone had broken into your apartment, only to switch on the lamp and find the city’s superhero groaning and pressing his hands to his side. His suit was torn there, and blood soaked through the ruined fabric onto your rug.

theamericanstar

i want a boyfriend but then the idea of actually having one makes me want to throw up…

r0ttn

eddie fucks you in corroded coffin merch

⤷ cw: 18+ only, piv sex, f!reader, praise, creampie, 0.4k

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“go on, baby,” he cooes, gazing up at you with those big, beautiful brown eyes. “finish the rest of the song.”

you shake your head, lids closing in a dramatic fashion as the tip of his cock brushes against that one spot deep inside of you. “i-i can’t,” you choke, small tear droplets prickling at the corner of your eyes.

“you can,” he demands softly, “and you will.”

when eddie came home that night, you hadn’t expected him to react the way he did to your little surprise. to the corroded coffin top you had made earlier that day. you figured he might’ve gotten emotional, probably just a little bit turned on even, but you didn’t expect this.

the rough, possessive side of him you had yet to see, showed itself fully. he took you right there on the couch, told you to put it on and nothing else, all while he buried his cock in your tight, wet little cunt and had you singing the lyrics to their most popular song — the one eddie had written about you.

the catch? if you stopped, he stopped.

while in the beginning it seemed fairly easy for you to get through, with each drag of his cock through your tight walls, and the filthy words of praise spilling from his plump lips, it became increasingly more difficult.

his thrusts slowed, waiting for you to start reciting the words again. the soft whine that clawed it’s way out of your throat made him smirk. “come on, pretty girl. finish those last few verses and you can cum. i know how badly you want to.”

that was all you needed to keep going. as you got closer to the end of the song, his thrusts sped up, hips pounding into you with fervor, chasing his own release.

with the last line rolling off of your tongue, eddie brings his hand to your cunt, rubbing harsh circles against your throbbing clit. “fuck, baby. cum for me. go on, it’s okay. let go. let go for me, baby.”

you cum right before you’re supposed to finish, the feeling so intense it has your vision blurring and hearing going fuzzy. eddie’s release soon follows yours, hot spurts of cum painting your spasming walls.

“jesus,” he pants, partially collapsing on top of you. “that was so hot.”

you giggle, entangling your fingers through his unruly hair. “i take it you really like the shirt, huh?”

“i love it,” eddie chuckles breathlessly, carefully pulling out of you to lay on his back, bringing you with him against his chest. “shit, if you wear that to our show on tuesday i’ll prolly fuck you on stage. wouldn’t be able to control myself, sweetheart.”

“oh yeah?” you look at him with a raised brow. “i don’t believe you.”

“wear it and find out.”

pillsatoru

begging spider-man! gojo to use his webs on you ⊹ ࣪ ˖

You never meant to accidentally walk in on your boyfriend like this. The suit was tight around his skin, at least of what was left of it. Until now, you were oblivious to his separate life.

“Sweets.” His voice quivered, terrified of your reaction.

This wasn’t how he wanted you to find out. With him half naked and beat up with his blue suit on the ground torn to shreds. Then, it all suddenly clicked. The way his lean build suddenly turned into one of a gym bro, his lack of glasses, or the way he had more stamina during sex when he could barely even go past one round.

Even as he explained everything to you and apologized for not telling you sooner, you couldn’t even focus. Because one thing you’ve been wanting to try out in bed was to be tied up. But the thought of rope scratching at your skin made the whole fantasy iffy for you.

With his webs, it’d be more comfortable, right?

“Didn’t know you were this freaked out.” Satoru said from behind you, caressing your bare back softly. “Wish I told you way before if I had known about your little wet dreams.” He grabbed onto both your arms, putting them behind your back. With a flick of his wrist, webs shot out, landing right on your wrists. The substance was sticky, making it incredibly difficult to pull apart. You bit back a smile that was wanting to creep up on your face, looking behind your shoulder to see the way your boyfriend was red in the face.

He was obviously into this too.

“Shit..” He panted, slurping at your cunt. “I regret not hah, not tying you to the bed frame. You’re squirming too much baby.” His hands were gripping hard onto your thighs, dragging you closer to his mouth. “Am I?” You grinned, trying your best to break free from the webs so he could do it all over again.

Satoru delivered a spank right onto your right ass cheek, his words coming out muffled no thanks to his face drowning in you. “Stop moving.” His tongue licked stripes up to your clit, writing out his initials with it.

Your moans eventually got louder after he inserted two fingers into you, curling just right. “Sweets, I’m serious.. Quiet down, we don’t want another warning.” Not even last week had the neighbors filed a report on you both because of the pornographic noises and the bed banging onto the wall. “I’m sorry..” You sobbed, continuing to squirm under him.

With a sigh, Satoru pulled away from your pussy, carefully turning you over. He placed his lips on yours in a firm kiss before shooting his webs right on your mouth.

“That will shut you up.”

pillsatoru

satoru fucks you in full nelson after seeing that you were ovulating 𑄝੭

“that’s so not fair!” you whined, clasping your hands with satoru’s who was currently leaning over your body, flashing that stupid grin of his at you. “you know martial arts and I don’t!”

“sounds like a skill issue, sweets. you’re so weak.” he teased, putting his entire weight down on you to hear that small little squeak of yours.

this was normal between the two of you, enjoying your usual pillow fights with one another whenever a sleepover happened. gojo had invited you over to his place after class, offering to cook dinner and sit through your favorite movies after seeing you had a rough day.

he assumed you were overloaded with classwork but that wasn’t entirely the case.

you were ovulating.

and you were also planning on avoiding satoru at all costs especially because he was the only thing on your mind. his voice, his lips, his fingers were all you could think about. it wasn’t helping that he was shirtless at the moment, making him 100x hotter. his pink pecks blended so well with his pale skin, beauty marks littered all over his body.

you wanted to kiss every single one of them.

“cmon, don’t tell me you’re giving up already.” he taunted, slapping your face playfully. you bit back a moan, finding out a new thing about yourself right that second. you had to think of something quick before he realized how flushed you were and the way your legs were trembling. you quickly shifted your hands to his waist, tickling away until he was laughing, begging you to stop.

“shit! this isn’t f-fair ow!” gojo wheezed, dropping back onto the floor, trying his best to catch his breath and he hugged his sides to stop you.

“i win!” you cheered.

“you cheated..” he managed to let out. you responded by sticking out your tongue, ready to sit against the pillow propped up when suddenly you got attacked with the tickles as well. “not so funny now, hm? you crying?” he laughed, watching you grip onto his bicep as if that would help at all.

“satoru! a-stop!” you shifted onto his lap, feeling his arms wrap around your torso to lay you down on his chest. “i win.” he whispered into your ear, tucking your hair behind it. the current position he had you in was awkward. your back was on him and his arms had a firm grip on you.

why the hell was this making you wet?

you gulped, wanting to get off of him but he wasn’t letting go, unsurprisingly. “what’s wrong sweets?”

“nothing.. just, you’re hugging me weirdly.”

gojo hummed, letting one hand leave your waist to wrap around your neck. your eyes widened at the sudden weight on your nape. as if that wasn’t enough, the roll of his hips made it clear what his motives were. his prominent bulge poked at your backside, twitching needlessly.

“you actually thought that i wouldn’t notice my best girl was horny? you’re practically dripping through these flimsy pj shorts, baby.”

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ex-boyfriend!sukuna steals your cat :(

every man gets his wish

“she’s going to kill you,” gojo groaned, nervously glancing around the hall like you were about to pop around the corner with a frying pan to beat them with.

“uh-huh,” sukuna grumbled, gritting his teeth as he jiggled the bobby pin in your lock.

“and me.”

“you’ll live,” he dryly muttered.

and if sukuna was lucky, you’d wrap your pretty hand around his neck and strangle him. he could practically feel you squeezing those manicured fingers around his throat while you straddled him, soft thighs locked around his waist as you scoffed at him and called him stupid.

was stealing your cat illegal?

yeah, but the law never had anything to say when it came to the two of you. he hadn't called the cops when you keyed your name over his license plate on his car or popped three of his tires. you didn't file a report when he broke in to steal your mattress during your last bad fight so you'd have to sleep on his bed instead.

"there we go," he grunted as he finally managed to get your door unlocked, twisting the knob and pushing it open with a groan. gojo was right behind him, practically stepping on his shoes while he complained about leaving the bar for this. he ditched the girl he brought with geto, ignoring her protests as his friend followed him out in an attempt to dissuade him from doing something he'd regret in the morning.

you weren't there to greet him.

but he had no problem finding your fluffy cat snoozing on peacefully on your blankets, sprawled out on his side of your bed. calico-colored fur sticking up, her pink bedazzled collar glittering in the moonlight carrying in through the window.

he felt like a fucking moron creeping over to snatch her, shoving her in the cat carrier you still kept in your laundry room, zipping it up as she let out a disgruntled hiss, swatting at him through the bars to protest her cat-napping.

"dude, you've fucking lost it," gojo huffed at him as they made they hurried back out of your apartment, not particularly at being the getaway driver for his crime.

"shut up," he snapped.

but he had.

the fucking second you had decided to take toji's hand instead of his in that bar bathroom, scowling at sukuna as you grumbled to your boyfriend that you should just leave.

how the hell could you do that?

okay, maybe the two of you had both done your fair share of sleeping around and having sex simply to make the other jealous while you were on breaks. but you having a boyfriend?

someone you fucking smiled at when he leaned down and whispered in your ear? who made you giggle and grin when he wrapped a possessive arm around your waist? who didn't even know you?

that asshole would run for the fucking hills if you threw his phone out of a moving car just because you thought a spam text was really some girl he was seeing on the side.

you just needed to remember who you were made for.

and it certainly wasn’t fucking toji.

would he kidnap your kitty?

he probably didn’t even know how to take proper care of your pussy.

did he bother to make you cum twice on his tongue before he shoved his dick inside you? did he know where all your sensitive spots were? know what your favorite position to be folded and fucked in was?

he told you that you were going to get bored.

all he had to do was wait for it.

and resist the temptation to race upstairs and strangle toji every time he heard your cute little moans through the ceiling, telling himself that you had to be faking it for him. putting on a show where he was the only one in the audience.

your point was proven.

he fucking missed you.

you won.

he'd take out the trash and wash the dishes and fold your fucking laundry and do whatever other menial task you wanted him to without bitching about it.

your cat hissed at him when he set her free, but then she was striding over to his leather couch to scratch the shit out of it, still finding fresh ways to piss him off as he gritted his teeth.

that was what he got, he guessed.

laying on a freezing cold bed and chewing the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood, falling asleep to fantasies about what you'd do if you were beside him.

he woke up to the sound of his front door being taken off the hinges.

it nearly fell when he swung it open before you could finish, beat-up tools in your hands as you nearly growled at him.

"you could have knocked."

"i didn't want to speak to you," you petulantly pouted, dropping the tools with an irritated grimace.

so you were going to take off his door to get your cat and go?

maybe he should've seen it coming.

"does your boyfriend know you're doing this?" sukuna felt like he was going to be fucking sick saying it. he should be your boyfriend right now.

"what does it matter?" you scoffed. you weren't wearing last night's dress. you had changed, so he guessed you must've gone home to change and shower - and realized afterwards that your cat was gone

"so he doesn't know you're here," sukuna leaned against the doorframe, eyes skimming over your pretty face.

he missed being so close to you.

missed that cute little scowl of yours.

"you didn't even say sorry for calling me annoying, and you go and steal my goddamn cat," you hissed, glaring at him like you were going to claw him. "i'm getting her back and going."

sukuna wouldn't mind getting scratched up if it was you dragging your nails down his back.

"i'm sorry," he begrudgingly grunted, tilting his head back to jut his thumb towards where your cat was dozing off and dreaming on his windowsill, basking in the morning sun. "you know i didn't mean it."

"yeah? then why bother flaunting that girl you were going to fuck in front of me at the bar?" you retorted, voice sharp enough to bite as you slid past him to start towards your cat - but he grabbed your arm to twist you around before you could scoop her up and slip back out of his apartment.

"i didn't fuck her," he argued. "i didn't even-"

"oh sure," you sarcastically muttered, rolling your eyes at him as you shook your head.

"my cock can't even get hard if it's not with you," he confessed, all gruff and gravelly as his throat constricted at the idea of you going again.

something inside him warning that if he let you go now, he might not get you back again.

"get on your knees," you dared, that hard look in your eyes like you didn't think he'd actually do it.

but you were the only person he could bend for.

sucking in a sharp breath as he forced himself to listen, begrudgingly getting down on the floor and grabbing your hips on the way there as an excuse to touch you again.

"you're not supposed to be his," he heard himself say, his voice tight and strained.

"you acted like you didn't want me to be yours," you reminded him, but your bottom lip twitched a little.

"i'm an idiot," he muttered. one that was incredibly, painfully, pathetically obsessed with you.

"you're annoying," you accused, but he saw the way your breath got stuck in your throat, how you hadn't pulled away when his fingers dug deeper into your skin.

"i'm yours."

a/n: @yenayaps gave me the idea for his stupid ass stealing the cat lmfao. final chapter where they make up and fuck coming tomorrow <3 then a bonus alternate toji's ending this weekend :3 thank you guys for indulging me in this ily + the div is also by @/tsumiinum

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husband!dean with the same high sex drive he’s had since college but having to tone it down because he has kids running around everywhere

DANGEROUSLY IN LOVE

fluff / smutty | not proof read lol | i'm so sorry this short & shit, written this at 3am 😭 | I NEED THIS WITH HIM, I NEED THIS WITH HIM, I NEED THIS WITH HIM, I NEED THIS WITH HIM | camellinia's pin

i can imagine… dean has been even more unbelievable after having kids with a sex drive like his. he does attempt to feel you up at given moment when he can.

majority of nights and days consist of, lazily humping each other in the middle of the night, dean feeling you up from behind when you're cooking in the kitchen, locking the bedroom doors at night to dean frantically dropping off the kids at hannah's and garrett's door with a note because they're free all week to babysit so you guys can...

you do have an inside joke with how much hornier he's been since the kids, you genuinely thought he was ovulating as some point...

but it became hell, whenever it was date night or you simply got ready for the day. slipping on the dress? he's slooooowly slipping it off, eating dinner with him? his mind is in the gutter, walking in front of him? he wants to bend you over so badly.

there's definitely been multiple times where he's told the kids off to not come into the room or leave you guys alone, but you're always swatting him with, "dean, pull yourself together!" while you laughed at him!

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