luna

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[lunarsworld]

ೃ⁀➷ luna ; 18; april taurus; pjo nerd; slut for jjk; multifandom

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[lunarsworld]

bet we'd have really good BED CHEM~

who's that cute guy with the wide blue eyes?

satoru gojo x reader warnings: 18+ MDNI, drinking, oral (f!recieving), fingering, p in v, praise, college au

being in college was so promising for your future, but unfortunately not your sex life. with all the frat parties you had gone to you were beginning to give up. all your one night stands had turned into a constant loop of fake moans, forced clenching, and the residuals of burning in between your thighs the next morning for your lack of being able to be turned on. tonight was your last straw with these parties, the idea lingering in your mind of resorting to celibacy. but that's when your eyes connected with his.

those big blue eyes felt like they were baring into your soul, or rather your pussy. as you broke eye contact to continue your conversation with your friend you could still feel those eyes locked onto you, and even as you moved around it followed. you approached the kitchen to grab a drink, shoko turned to you. “what’s wrong,” she asks, noticing your demeanor changing. you glance around the room again and see him leaned against the fridge. in this lighting you finally got a real evaluation of his face and figure, so who blamed you for doing the once over. his muscular arms bulged in the compression shirt he wore and grey sweats hanging low, and you swear you can see a little happy trail of white until he moves. your eyes shoot back up to shoko, now grabbing your wrist, “are you serious?” she shot a look at the white haired man, causing you to look over as well and catch his eyes again. you turned back to her, a confused look on your face. “i’m sitting here having a whole conversation with you and you’re busy looking at mr. eye-candy satoru!” she whined. you rolled your eyes at her before you felt a hand brush your waist as somebody passed by you. you gasped softly, adjusting your body to meet your gaze with the stranger, only to be met with that same pair of piercing blue eyes. “hey,” he said softly, smirking at you. you huffed in annoyance and turned back to shoko, prompting her to continue her story from earlier. “ya ignoring me?” the man still by your side asks. “i’m not interested,” you dismissed him. his hand snuck back around your waist as he leaned into your ear and whispered, “you can lie but i saw you staring. if ya need me i’ll be in the living room.” his breath tickled your skin and made you shiver, and when his hand slipped off your waist you couldn’t miss the way his fingers lingered slightly, waiting for you to turn around and take it back.

as the party continued and you downed more drinks, you couldn’t get him out of your head no matter how hard you pushed. even as shoko dragged you into the circle for whatever stupid middle school game turned horny they wanted to play, you hoped he would be there. and it was almost as if whatever was up there heard your hopes as he plopped down next to you with a mutter, “missed me princess?” you rolled your eyes in annoyance as a pink haired man brought out a bottle. “here’s the jist. you spin the bottle, do what you know, and if the rest of us applaud you gotta do seven minutes in the closet.” he rushed with his explanation. you rolled your eyes, this was stupid as hell. why were you here again? you watched as everybody else made out with each other, trying to make it more scandalous as the competition turned into who gets the loudest cheers. then it was satoru’s turn. the bottle spun and spun and spun until it began to stop near you when your eyes swiftly looked away, trying to protest what you surely knew. your eyes drew back to the bottle that was now directly pointing at you as satoru inched closer. “i’d like to know your name before i do anything, yeah? mine’s satoru.” he mumbled softly, words that only you could hear. as you told him your name, he sighed softly, “you’re gonna ruin me.” he pulled you in swiftly, lips connecting as the room snaps from being distracted to all their focus on you. he grips your jaw roughly, as if he was trying to fuse your faces together. his tongue slipped into your mouth, tangled with yours as you let out a soft whimper, earning cheers from everyone around you. his hand slipped down to your waist as you instinctively went to straddle him, earning a soft groan from him when he felt your heat through your skirt against his throbbing length. suddenly, he pulls away with a smirk as a string of saliva connects your mouths. your breath is heavy as you turn towards everyone else. he grabs your jaw and turns your face back to his as the pink haired guy, sukuna, talks about the closet. “you want this?” he asks softly and reassuringly. you nod softly before he chuckles, “gotta say it out loud princess.” sukuna grumbles and coughs, almost as if he’s rushing you so they can continue the game. “yes please, i want it.” you say sheepishly. your thighs clenched together and the pool between your thighs was beginning to grow embarrassing, what was this man doing to you? he stands up slowly with you and turns to sukuna, “continue your game. we don’t need a closet.” he suddenly swept you up and over his shoulder, waved to his friends, and practically sprinted towards the stairs. you squealed as he placed you on his bed softly, your back hitting his comforter as his scent enveloped you. “hi,” he says softly, looking into your eyes. you giggle at his words, and you never giggle. maybe it was the alcohol or just the setting of the party right? wrong. he pulled you back into your kiss, this time it was different. still rough but more genuine, like he was claiming your mouth as his own. he moved his kisses down further from your cheek, to your jaw, to your tits. “do you want me to take it off?” you ask meekly, tugging at the hem. he smirks at your words, “if you want to, i wouldn’t mind.” you peeled your top off as he stared in astonishment, immediately reaching to knead and suck them. you whimper softly when one of his hands reaches down to circle your clit through your soaked panties. “so wet for me baby, such a good girl.” he moves down your body, still trailing his kisses all around. he pulled back for only a second to strip off his shirt before he dove back towards your body. his face was right by your aching cunt, watching how your slick was already dripping between your thighs. he loops his finger around the waistband and looks at you for approval when you nod. he swiftly pulled them off and his mouth immediately locked around your clit, flicking his tongue and sucking just so he could hear more of those pretty little moans from you. 

“you gonna come baby?” he asks with his tongue still at work while he rutted into the edge of the bed. his soft groans send vibrations through your body, causing you to clench around him. you whined as you came, gushing as he continued to lap up your juices. he pulled away and licked his lips, never breaking eye contact with you as he inched closer to your face and pulled you into a deep kiss. you whine at his touch on your skin, he gripped you as if he would never let you leave while his kiss was so soft. “satoru,” you whined into his mouth as his hand reached back down to rub against your clit again, the friction beginning to overstimulate you when you grind your hips forwards uncontrollably. “what’s wrong baby? too much?” he asked mockingly, inserting a finger inside that made you gasp. “need you,” you whimper, causing him to slip in another finger. he scissors his fingers, earning a deep moan from you as you latch your hands onto his shoulders. “ya have me princess, you gotta use your words.” he says, focusing completely on your face to watch your eyes roll back while he quickens his pace. your nails dug into his shoulders as you avoided his eyes, embarrassment filling your emotions. He pulled your face back towards him. “open your eyes and look at me when you tell me what you want.” you whine at his words in protest before you open your eyes to meet with the big blue ones in front of you. “need you to fuck me, toru-” you whimper as he slides his fingers out. he grins at your words as he slips off his sweats, revealing the big imprint of his hardened cock in his boxers. he climbs back on top of you to press a kiss to your forehead. “it’s gonna be a big stretch, just breathe,” he whispers as he takes off his boxers and lined himself up with your throbbing hole. the girth stretched you out slowly, burning slowly turning into pleasure as you bit down into his shoulder for relief, earning a moan from his mouth. he bottoms out into you as you breathe deeply, feeling his tip kissing your walls as he slowly grinds into you. “so deep,” you panted against his lips. his pace started to speed up as his thumb was drawn back to your clit, as if it belonged there permanently. “you’re gonna fucking kill me baby. sucking me in so- fuck- good.” he moans as he peppers sloppy kisses on your neck along with a few hickeys. his hips begin to buck forward faster as you clench around him harder, the knot in your stomach growing tighter. “i-” your words get cut off as he almost pulls out and rams himself back in, making you moan loudly. “fucking love this slutty little pussy. been watching you at every party you come to. so fucking good- been plotting, princess.” he moans, completely whipped for you. you moan between gasps as you feel your orgasm approaching. “toru, gonna come-” you wept, tears now falling from your eyes out of pure pleasure. “come for me baby, i’m not going anywhere. pussy’s too good, never fucking leaving,” he vowed between moans. you came undone at his words, squirt gushing onto his chiseled abs as he stared in astonishment. he swiftly pulled out and continued to pump himself until he came on your stomach. he plopped down in the bed next to you, immediately grabbing tissues from his bedside and cleaning you up. he wrapped his arms around you and softly pressed more kisses to your head. “i don’t think i’ve ever came that hard in my life,” you sigh, breathless. he snickers at your words, hands moving down to your hips to flip you to lay on top of his warm body.

“get used to it, baby. when i said i’m never leaving, i meant you aren’t either.”

[lunarsworld]

TEARS run down my thighs...

if you knew that your new neighbor would be an irresistible heartthrob of a DILF maybe you would’ve reevaluated your choices…

dilf!nanami kento x reader warnings: smut, 18+, breeding, p in v, fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), explicit language, dirty talk 2.1k word count

when you moved in, you sighed at the lengthy stairs to your apartment. moving into the top floor with no elevator was possibly one of the worst decisions of your life, but truthfully, the apartment was extremely nice at a fair price, so what complaining could you really do? the back and forth between the truck and the lobby exhausted you, sweat sticking to your skin in the hot summer sun. you sighed as you shifted the final cardboard box onto your hip to open the door when a hand suddenly whipped it open from behind you. you shrugged and entered while glancing at the man behind you. gorgeous. you always heard your friends talk about how beautiful and perfect these men were, and you never believed it. but now you got it. you turned around fully as you placed the last box down, shooting a smile his way. “thank you so much for your help,” you chime softly. this kind of guy was the one to make you nervous. he seemed reserved enough, and older by the looks of it too… “it’s no problem.” he mutters, fumbling his keys out as he takes the stairs up to disappear. quiet… we’ll see about that. 

the next couple of days flew by swiftly. you cleaned the apartment top to bottom and finally unpacked everything and couldn’t remember if you really brought up all the boxes in about 3 trips, but if it was the apartment fairy you were doing no complaining. you were lying on the couch when you heard loud incessant squealing from outside. you scrambled from your spot and opened your door swiftly. “what the hell…” you muttered as you looked outside to see a pink haired little boy pulling his shirt like there was something inside of it. he swiftly turned his head towards you and ran to your door. “hey are you the pretty neighbor lady my daddy was talking about?” he asks, rubbing his eyes. you giggle softly at his comment as he starts to sniff the air like a hound. “where’s your daddy?” you ask, squatting down to his level. He had to be at least four, maybe five. “he’s working and my friend's daddy dropped me off here. i smell cookies, can i come in.” he asks like a statement. cute. the hours went by watching cartoons with the little boy, who you later found out was named yuji, until a soft yet frantic knock hit your door. you swiftly opened it to find your distressed neighbor. “have you seen my son? he was supposed to go to his friend’s and then i guess he changed his mind or something, i don’t know. the point is, have you seen him? i-” he rambles as his son starts to appear from behind your leg, peeking out. “yuji, you know the key is under the mat. why are you here bothering this nice lady?” he asks as he crouches down to the little boy's level, his eyes staying on his son but wandering to you every once in a while. “he’s not bothering me it’s fine-” you say as the little boy stomps back into your apartment to launch himself on the couch. you invite his father inside, “-sorry i never introduced myself. i’m kento nanami, and i’m sure you know this is yuji.”  

weirdly, you didn’t realize how long the conversation had been running while yuji continued to eat the rest of your cookie supply, but you learned your neighbor– well, nanami– was smart too. like really smart. you only realized the time when he offered to bring a bottle while you guys chatted as you glanced over to the sleeping child sprawled on the floor with chocolate all over his face. “actually, it’s late so i should be going.” he sighed as he got off the couch to scoop up his son. as you walked him out, he turned around in the door frame. “and thank you for watching him. you’ll make a great mother one day.” he said with a wink. wait– a fucking wink??? “it’s no problem. i can watch him anytime it happens again, i work from home anyways.” you said with a smile. work from home my ass. you were a college student, freshly 20 mind you. but something in you wanted to seem older– more like something you wanted in you. “i’ll definitely take you up on that, ” he said, glancing you up and down. “you look nice.” and just like that he was gone. he turned and walked right back into his apartment. what the fuck?

the week went by with yuji running around your apartment all night until his dad got home. your interactions with nanami were short after that night. no asking to come inside, no small talk, just a simple thank you and walk off. you resorted to wearing your thinnest tank tops and shortest shorts, but still you got nothing. tonight you were finishing up some school work, but you had a plan when you made dinner for yuji and “accidentally” had just enough for a third serving. you plated everything when you coincidentally heard a knock at the front door and it swiftly opened. he glanced over to his son and then you when his eyes lingered. too long to mean nothing. you moved away from the dining room towards the kitchen, waving toward him. “i can make another plate if you want,” you offer sweetly, earning a grunt back. what the fuck was this guys problem? you babysit his kid and make them dinner and for some reason you’re the bad guy. when yuji was done eating he swiftly went back to the couch to eat the cookies you made for him…again. you quickly grabbed the plates and made your way to the kitchen, running the sink and beginning to scrub away. of course you were aggravated, horny and aggravated to encapsulate it. you heard the sound of clinking behind you as nanami put the silverware in the sink. he stood behind you with an unbearable gap, leaning in against your ear. “can i come back after i tuck yuji in?” he asked softly. his voice sent a shiver down your spine as you nodded. he turned around quickly and left with his son, leaving you a couple minutes to freak out in your bedroom. what the fuck? why was he coming back and what for? do i smell fine? the freak out lasted shorter than expected when you heard the door open again. then a knock at your bedroom door before it opens as well. he walked over to you when you noticed his tie was loosened and shirt unbuttoned. “so what do you need?” you asked sheepishly. he stepped closer to you as you stepped away, backing yourself up against the bed. his hand moves to the side of your face, tucking your hair behind your ear. “sweetheart, you think i don’t know what you’ve been doing?” 

your lips crashed together as you pulled him in. one of his hands immediately reached to the back of your head, soft but firm, and his other reached for your hip. you whimpered at his strong hold on you, already needy with the amount of tension you put up with for the last week. he adjusted you so you were laying back on the bed as he pressed kisses all over your body. you stripped your tank top off when he tugged at the hem and he pulled down the shorts that were practically underwear. “fuckin’ knew you wanted this,” he grumbled as he ran his fingers through your wet slit, “dirty little girl.” he shoved his fingers into you swiftly, earning a lewd moan from you. he pumped his fingers into you like he was punishing you for something, the sound of squelching filling up the room as he changed his pace. you clenched around his fingers and moaned, running your fingers through his hair as he leaned down to lick your clit. he groaned into your cunt, sending a vibration through your body that made you writhe in pleasure. and right as you were close– he stopped. you whined softly as he pulled his fingers out of your sopping hole. “the first time you come for me is gonna be on my cock, i need to know what this pretty pussy feels like around me.” he snickered as he licked his fingers clean and unbuttoned his pants. when he freed himself from his boxers, you really got a good look at his cock and it was fucking huge to say the least. his veins practically popping out and precum dribbling out of his tip sent heat through your body. “yes sir,” you responded. he approached you and swiftly positioned himself above you, grabbing your chin to make him look you in the eyes. “keep calling me that and you’re gonna be a mom, where are the condoms?” you turned towards the drawer and realized you never bought any. so you lied. whatever, right? he can pull out. “it’s fine, i’m on the pill-” you were cut short when he bottomed out into you, the pain instantly turning into pleasure. “fuck- you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned as he latched onto your tit. you moaned loudly, instantly slapping your hand over your mouth to be quieter. “kento! slow down, i can’t- yuji will wake up!” you muster between moans. he chuckled as he quickened his brutal pace, “don’t act like you care. you know he can sleep through anything and besides, you planned this out so you can deal with the possible consequences.” you gasped as his hand flew down to your clit with the rough pad of his finger, gentle but ruthless. “fuck- i knew i needed you when you moved in.. tried to be a -fuck- gentleman. you didn’t think half those boxes moved themselves did you?” he panted as he left trails of kisses and bites along your tits. “and babysitting my kid all the time, wearing those clothes, making me dinner? did you think everytime i came here i wasn’t thinking about stuffing this pretty pussy full of my cock?” his pace quickened as he pumped into you, hitting deep into your weeping cunt. his eyes immediately stared at the bulge of his length inside of you and his hand soon followed, pressing down on it. you moaned loudly as you clenched around him, “fuck- kento i’m cumming!” you gushed around him, soaking the sheets and his abdomen when you noticed he was trying to pull out. “no, inside- please,” you whine, still chasing the pleasure he just gave you. he doesn’t think twice before he cums inside your walls, filling you up. “you dirty girl, you like being stuffed full?” he asks slyly before turning you around on your sides.

but you weren’t done yet. you straddled him swiftly, his cock sitting perfectly between your folds, sending a shiver down your spine. you slowly grinded on him and he whimpered, grabbing your hips and lifting you up. he positioned himself at your entrance again and allowed you to sink down. he was so girthy it burned, but it didn’t matter with the way he was rubbing your clit. “look at that pretty pussy, taking me so well.” he said with a smirk as you finally sunk down, the full feeling returning and stretching you out. he began to grind your hips forward with his hands before you gained a good pace, slowly bouncing on his cock. “stop teasing me, be a good girl and keep it up, or do you need my help?” he said in a mocking tone. you started to quicken your pace, bouncing harder on his cock as it hit that perfect spot over and over again. he propped his legs to pump harder into you as you clenched around him and bent forward with tears in your eyes. “kento I’m gonna come again-” you choked out as he grabbed your ass. “good baby, come on soak my dick,” he groaned. “gonna fill you up again– make you a mama once you get off that pill, i swear. you’d look so pretty with our kids,  hm?’ He pushed into you harder, pulling you into a kiss as he came inside you.

the next day he stopped by to pick up yuji and drop off a plan b “just in case”. you didn’t take it though. what was the harm in seeing what happened? maybe baby trapping was part of the mission, and was that so bad? besides, he said he wanted to make you a mama and stuffed you full all over again when yuji passed out on the couch again. so was it really your fault?

[lunarsworld]

GOGO JUICE!

toji fushiguro x reader warnings: drinking, slight angst i guess? but comfort, straight fluff

you sat at the bar drawing random patterns on the damp napkin that was underneath your now empty drink, zoned out and thinking about the last time you were here. "drinking alone tonight, huh? drowning the sorrows away?” the bartender asks sweetly. "nah, just to call someone," you giggle before you order a few more drinks from the bar and finally join your friends by their booth. "you really have to delete that background," shoko grumbles to you, pointing at your phone.

you glance over as you watch it fade into black again, catching a glimpse of that scarred smile that you had grown so accustomed to. you giggle softly before a hiccup comes and grab your phone mischievously. everyone at the table begins to look at each other with suspicion until shoko peeks over your shoulder.

11:09p.m.

- hiiiii beaitifulllll toj ♡ hi mama i missed ya - no uoi didn't domt lie toj ♡ baby ya know i do all the time. are you drunk? -nooooooo m not pick mr up if yoi miss me toj ♡ on my way

"oh fuck no!" shoko shouts as she attempts to grab your phone from you. your giggles begin to grow louder as the battle continues. she tussles with you for a while until you finally let go of the phone and a relieved exhale is released from the group. however, that relief was short-lived as you felt a rough, warm hand on your wrist. you look up with glossy eyes and an open mouth as you make eye contact with the huge man in front of you. "hi mama," he says with that smirk that you hate love so deeply. "toji!" you exclaim and shoot up from the leather seats.

as you clasp your arms around his neck you turn over to your friends who roll your eyes at you. shoko hands you back your phone reluctantly, eyeing down toji like he had personally disgraced everybody. "i swear to god toji, she comes crying about some shit again you're head's gonna be on a stick by tomorrow morning."

he scoffs at the remark while slowly rubbing reassuring circles into your shoulder. you tilt your head up and look at him with a big smile and his offended demeanor disappears. he grabs your hand and starts to guide you outside towards his car, helping you with your little stumbles along the way. "careful baby, you're gonna twist yer ankle or something and i don't wanna see my pretty girl cry." he says, swiftly lifting you off your feet. you let out light giggles until the hiccups make a comeback. he chuckles softly to himself when he finally gets to the car and sets you down in it. he rushes over to the drivers seat and starts the car when he glances over at you, knocked out. "what the hell am i gonna do with you, huh?" he mumbles, but somewhere in his voice there was a sound of softness. something that sounded like he didn't mind your antics.

you wake up to his big arms putting you down once again, this time in the apartment you had grown so accustomed to. the smell of cedar and pine immediately rushing through your nose and the smell of him on the blankets warmth of the blankets bringing comfort to your drunken brain as you hiccup again. "yer really drunk." he scoffs. "and you're confusing" you slur out, earning an uninterpretable face from him. "what the hell are you on about?" he says softly, sitting down next to you. "you rarely respond or try to see me, always working or with the boys or whatever. wouldn't even ask me to be your girlfriend, toj." you stammered, lip trembling every time your breath shook. he feels super guilty for thinking how adorable you look, but seriously he loved your little pout. "ma i-" he begins as you cut him off. "do you think 'm not worth it? or too much?"

he sighs as he rests his hand on top of yours. "lemme talk, okay?" he asks, receiving a nod from you. "when i work, i can't talk and we went over that when i met ya. but for hanging out with the boys and not asking you to be my girlfriend, we were planning. wanted it to be a surprise but then you jus cut me off and i gave up. i shouldn't have and i shoulda asked or something, but i jus got insecure." you cackle at his comment, earning a quirked eyebrow from him. "somethings funny?"

"do you really like me tojiiiiiii~" you chime. he rolls his eyes before leaning forward to hold you in his arms. "too much ma. way too much." he says with a smile against your skin. you melt into his touch almost immediately, causing him to flip you over on his chest. "so am i your girlfriend or something now," you mumble into his clothed body. he snickers, rubbing circles onto your back to help your breath from stuttering. "yea, but let me ask you for real when you're sober. i still have my plans." he replied, but when he turned to you you were already far gone. your drunken snores began to fill the noise, but to toji it was better than the silence he attempted to adjust to while you were gone. but he'd never admit that it wasn't the silence that was deafening, but rather the remnants of you.

-

okay not gogo juice accurate but literally whatever i like soft toji. sorry if shit.

[lunarsworld]

DO YOU WANT THE HOUSE TOUR?₊˚⊹࿔

can they take you to the first, second, third floor?

tears - starring nanami kento

sugar talking - starring suguru geto

go go juice - starring toji

house tour - starring sukuna

bed chem - starring gojo satoru

juno - starring choso

15 minutes - starring megumi

(some s&s songs bc . no promises this gets finished)

[lunarsworld]

you shifted slowly in the bed, tummy grumbling but not wanting to leave the warmth within your shared bed. you hear a mumble beside you, warm hands wrapping around your waist growing looser in sleep. you slowly try to leave, unraveling his hands that are clasped behind your back. creeping out of the bed, trying not to make a sound. once leaving the room, you rush over to the cabinets looking for anything to satisfy the hunger. “hey” you hear behind you before large, warm arms wrap around your waist in their rightful spot. like they belong there. “hi sugu” you say tiredly.

“dont ever leave me again” he mumbles against your skin, placing light kisses to your neck. you let out a soft giggle, putting a comforting hand on the back of his neck. “i was just getting a snack” you whispered as you grab a bag of chips. he slowly turns you around and presses light kiss to your forehead. “don’t care, you wake me up and take me with you.” he ordered, continuing to feather kisses along your face.

“you’re such a baby,” you tease as you grab his hand leading him back to the bedroom. and he nods, a simple and earnest nod. because he knew he was, but he was yours. and if the price was being teased, that made it all the more worth it.

[lunarsworld]

when you and percy broke up it was really a lot of reasons. his possessiveness, his lack of energy, how you two really never went outside. you were isolated with your favorite person, but how long was he going to remain that? you both eventually grew annoyed of each other and the arguments doubled everyday. when you weren’t in a screaming match, you were having make-up sex. the never ending cycle was horrible and only threw you both into a downward spiral, and the worst part was you still loved each other. so when you broke up, it wasn’t shocking you were both so inescapable from each other. by the shooting range or when he was about to spar, percy always kept his eyes on you. he had to know if you were watching. and as he finished the match, drenched in sweat and panting, you couldn’t help but visit his cabin for the night. because you missed him, and he missed you (even though neither of you would be the first to say).

and at the end of the night, you knew it wasn’t right. wrong to continue such a thing. to lay in your ex boyfriends arms and feel only safety. but just for 5 minutes you could act like everything’s fine and nothing ever changed. and as you closed your eyes you heard a soft mutter of “love you. forever and always angel.” and although you’d never acknowledge it, you still heard it. and that makes it all the more harder.

[lunarsworld]

pleasure doing business with you

pairing: business man!clark kent x reader warnings: smut under the cut, unprotected p in v, cursing, exhibitionism (slight), office nasty a/n: lowkey buns but trust i’ll be back full force soon

you rocked back and forth on your feet as the elevator went up, up, up. you swiftly shook all your nerves out of your body as you went upstairs to join some meeting your assistant scheduled. only issue was? you fucked your boss, aka clark kent, last week and haven’t seen him since. or well… about to see him now.

you step off the elevator against the cold marble, earning loud clacks underneath as you approach the large door. its presence somewhat loomed on you, taunting you. you sigh before stepping foot in the room, avoiding all eye contact as you walk to your assigned chair. however, somebody is sitting there already with a look of disdain on their face. you look up towards the head of the table to find an open seat next to clark. you huff as you rush over to your seat, feeling how clarks eyes never drop from any part of you. as you sit down, he leans a bit closer, “feeling alright?” you roll your eyes and begin to open your folders. “i’m feeling just fine mr.kent, thank you though.” you say with a smile, brushing him to the side.

clark smirks at you, recognizing your demeanor flipping as he turns through his pages. the meeting starts normal, talking about the next big steps with random things that you tuned out. you stare at the wall across from you before you feel a creeping hand on your thigh. it startles you, making you jump, until you realize it’s clark. you look at him with panicked eyes, unsure of what to do. his fingertips slowly inch closer to your inner thigh, gripping and playing with your warm flesh. you buck your hips up accidentally and immediately fix your posture again, trying to avoid any sight of the interactions from underneath the table. clark slowly dips his fingers underneath your skirt and into your panties, running rough fingers quickly onto your core. you try your best not to make any noises, but its even harder for clark. all he wants to do is praise you, remind you how absolutely soaked he gets you, remind you who you belong with.

the attention swiftly gets thrown back to him though as he pulls his fingers out of your aching cunt. he closes up the meeting for everyone, dismissing them back to their desks. “not you” he says, calling you out like something he owned. once the door slams for the last time, he sighs. you step closer, “yes sir?” and just like that you broke clark kent.

he swiftly spun you around and tugged up your skirt. he stops for almost a second to admire you in your red lace thong, pressing light kisses on your neck while he pressed his raging hard-on against your ass. you sigh at his lips on your skin before a loud ripping noise is present. you look to the floor and your brand new thong is there, in half. you whine at him with a pout, “but sir those were new!” he quickly aligns himself to your dripping hole, the feeling of not being inside you becoming too much to bear. “ill buy you a million,” he groans as he slides into your warm pussy. the way he rams into you, well it’s almost as though he’s going inhumanely. your moans are stuttered and loud as he brings his fingers to your front, rubbing your clit, while his other hand played with your tits. “fuck! mr. kent!” you moan, tears welling up in your eyes at his sheer size stretching your hole. “so fucking tight for me, holy shit. pussy was made for me.” he groans. you throw your ass back on him, chasing your high as you continued to clench around him.

your orgasm hits you like a truck, moaning loud profanities and gasps. clark feels himself grow closer and rushes to pull out when you sink yourself back down on him. “please mr. kent fill me up. wanna be full of you.” you moan as the pleasure becomes too much, his pace still rapid on your clit. and just like you dont need to tell him twice he lets out whimpers. “such a fucking good girl for me, honey. gna make you mine.” he groans, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. after he comes, he stays buried in your pussy, thrusting every once in a while making sure you were full to the brim. “i should probably go, i have an appointment soon.” you say shyly, pulling back down your skirt and grabbing your things. clark doesn’t try to stop you though. although he wants to, wants to keep you there forever, he knows it’ll happen again next week. and again. and again. it also helps him feel better to know you’re walking around crooked with his cum in you. you turn back towards him with a wink before leaving, “thank you, mr. kent.”

and he’s rock hard again.

[hanasnx]

me when i sporadically post about one character for 24 hours and then disappear for a week

[lunarsworld]

P☆RNST☆R

warnings: heavy smut under the cut pairing: s1 bellamy blake x f!reader

you had always been needy and bellamy was always at your feet. whenever you were still hungry? he slipped a little extra on your plate. when you were too drunk to know your right from left? bellamy was there to help you change your clothes and get settled in. but when you had an odd feeling of heat in your gut and couldn’t figure out how to fix it? bellamy never knew what to do. he always had the same urge with you, always wanted to have his way with you, but he would never take advantage of you. i mean, you were his best friend after all.

so when you were straddled on him, he didn’t know what to do. fully clothed you sat on his spread legs as you fiddled with his collar, talking about nothing but nonsense. after a long pause he muttered softly, “bambi…” a sudden grin grew on your face from the nickname as you hummed in response. “you drunk or somethin’?” he asked with carefulness in his voice. a look of confusion crept upon your face, “no why?” he slowly glanced over your body and face, taking in the sight of your body on his. as he continued to stare, his mind slowly wandered to imaginations of ripping the layers off and doing what you both so needed. “nothing… just thinking,” he somewhat whispered. you giggled as you lean closer, accidentally grinding into his hard on which earned a sharp breath from him. “about what belly? what’s on your mind.”

oh but if he told you it would be the lewdest things to touch anybodys ears. but seriously, if he told you that he wanted to touch every part of your body and mold you to his dick so he could ruin the thought of sex with anybody else, he didn’t know how you’d react. so you both sat there while the gears turned in his head. “nothing princess, dont worry about it.” he said as he moved his hands from behind his head to his sides. you sighed as per usual when something like this happens, the situation is all set up and bellamy wont create a move even though you are so obviously ready for him to. you rolled your eyes and tossed your head back as you groaned in annoyance. leaning back forward you asked him sternly, “why won’t you touch me?”

the sudden question created a look of shock on his face. suddenly his cheeks started to heat up and the thing you felt pressing into your pants grew even more. you silently giggled to yourself, realizing the effect you have on him. “what-“ he cut himself off with a cough. “um what do you mean by that?” you rolled your eyes again as you thought to yourself, are you dumb? did you read the signals wrong? were all your friends in your ear lying to you? did they make up that you were always his topic of conversation and his drunk confessions? you were tired of the back and forth, and you were needy. and you needed him. “you don’t get it?” you teased, as his restrain began to crumble. he moved his hands to lay on his chest, wishing they were your hips. “i want you, need you even.” you whispered in his ear, your breath making him shiver. he shakily moved his hands back down to his sides, not sure whether its good to have his arms pressed up against your tits or on your hips. “you see what i mean! you won’t even touch me!” you complained as you started to get up, growing tired of the conversation that took all of you to discuss. suddenly, he grabbed your hips placing you back on him as he loops his fingers on your waistband. “im just worried,” he said as his mind wandered. “worried i wont be able to stop.” his words sent a rush of heat through your whole body as your chest rose and fell. you took in a breath as you muttered, “so then dont.”

and that was all he needed to hear. he suddenly grabbed your hips and flipped you to lay on your back. the kiss could only be described as desperate and greedy. his lips crashed against yours in harmony, like puzzle pieces clicking together as he took in the taste of you. “don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to do this.” he whispered in your ear as he placed kisses and nips to the soft skin of your neck. the pleasure from that alone makes your desperation grow as you shifted your hips up into his, looking for any sense of friction. “always so needy,” he said softly as he took his shirt off, exposing his chiseled abdomen. “guess i’ll have to give you what you want.” he said as he slid your pants off. he watched your body for a moment before he turned his attention to your soaked panties. he looked to you for consent as you gave him a nod of approval. he slowly slipped your panties off next and used his fingers to spread you apart, taking in the full sight. “so fuckin’ wet. all for me huh?” he chuckled to himself before he started to devour you. his tongue worked circles around your clit, sucking and licking at such an insane pace you could’ve probably came from it. suddenly, he slammed his fingers in your heat earning a loud gasp from you. “belly…” you whined as you rolled your head back. he suddenly pulled his head and fingers out from in between your legs, leaving you confused. “you said you needed me? gotta watch me while i make you feel good. ‘wanna watch those innocent eyes turn filthy.” he said with lust coursing through his veins. the dirty words alone just soaked you even more as you lolled your head back down to make eye contact with him. as he lapped and devoured your pussy, you suddenly felt the heat building up in your stomach. “i-“ you stuttered and before you could get anything out he nods his head in understanding. he suddenly pulled his head away, using his other free hand to spread your lips apart and play with your clit. “fuckin’ pretty girl. look at you falling apart for me.” he cooed. his eyes watched over the way your body twitched as you chase your release, breath heaving up and down. “come for me baby.” he said as you shut your eyes tightly and moaned out a string of words that could only be labeled as filthy.

before you could even process what just happened, bellamy was already stripping down his pants. “you good for one more?” he asked as he’s left in just his boxers. you nodded without thinking as he slowly took your tank top off. “fuck i can’t believe these weren’t in my face before,” he muttered as he played with them, brushing his fingers over your buds, earning soft gasps from you. “stop teasing, bell..” you managed to whisper as he chuckled. he slowly sat up and as he pulled down his boxers his cock jumped out to hit his stomach. your eyes widened at the sight of his sheer size as his length glistened in the soft lighting of his tent. “what’s wrong bambi? too big for you to handle or something?” he asked cockily as he slowly ran his tip over your clit, making you twitch from your not-too-long-ago orgasm. “what if it doesn’t fit?” you breathed softly, genuine worry on your face. he swiftly threw your legs over his shoulders as he aligned himself up with your entrance, “then i’ll make it fit.”

you’d never been put in a mating press before, but you were sure this was the meanest one to exist. he consistently slammed his cock into you at a brutal force, earning loud moans and gasps from you. “fuck bellamy, s’ full,” you mewled. he rammed into you even harder, hearing your soft virgin moans in his ears bringing his release closer. he leaned down his head on your chest, marking and biting at your skin. as you neared your release, he felt you clench around him and he knew he was close too. “where do you want me?” he husked, wanting you to cum around him before he does. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, “inside.” the new angle made him wrap his arms around you in somewhat of a bear hug, the closeness making him hit your spots perfectly. “you sure?” he whispered, hot breath dancing along your skin. as you came undone, you moaned loudly, “yes- fuck- cum inside!”

as you felt him fill you inside, he dropped his body weight onto you. “fuck…” is the only thing you could mutter as he buried his head into your warm chest, embracing the smell of sweat and sex on your skin. he pressed light kisses along your collarbone, your neck, and then your lips. “what?” you asked, as he stared into your eyes. “you’re just so fucking beautiful,” he said softly. “you look so pretty like this, all fucked out.” you giggled at his choice of words as your leg twitches. his kisses began to trail down towards your chest again as you suddenly felt his cock spring up again. you looked up at him, tears still smudging your eyes as he looked at you with pure dominance. “told you i wouldn’t be able to stop”

[lunarsworld]

percy watches his cabin door intently as he hears someone rattle the doorknob. “hello?” he shouts. suddenly you get the door open, mascara running and heels in hand. he immediately reaches out for you, and you follow. “hey, sweetheart. what’s wrong?” he asks as he envelops your body, reeking of tequila. “went to that thing you told me to with annabeth. not fun.” you say, sniffling into his shirt. “what happened?” he asks with concern growing in his eyes, worried something may have gone wrong.

“nothing happened,” you grumble. “just missed you a lot and got drunk to make it go away, then it wouldn’t so i kept going.” you slowly breathe in his scent, bringing you comfort. “poor baby,” he chuckles, glad that the only thing you did was miss him. you continue to take deep, manual breaths. “all the girls were dancing with their boyfriends and having fun-“ you cut yourself off with a ragged breath. “and it made me realize i don’t like doing things without you.”

percy smiles at your words, affection in his eyes as you prop your chin on his chest. you gaze into each others eyes for a while. “why are you looking at me like that?” you say, hiccuping. percy rolls his eyes at you with a smirk. “can i not look at you in all your glory?” he asks, bringing a cheesy grin to your face as he takes his thumb and wipes a black tear off your stained face. “you’re such a dork, jackson” you say as you lay your head back down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“you know you love it though,” he replies, rubbing light circles on your back as you fall asleep.

[lunarsworld]

“body’s a work of art you’d die to see”

bellamy blake x reader

you were irresistible around camp, but who could blame anybody? the way you strolled around with pure confidence towards the bonfire pit, basking in the sunlight from up above, you were impossible to ignore. or maybe it was the tight denim that fit your curves perfectly. in bellamy’s head it was both.

as soon as you walked over, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him into a tight hug. he reached down instinctively, but his hands were met with the bare skin of your bottom. he quickly pulled away and coughed, breaking the uncomfortable silence at the uncharted territory. “what’s wrong?” you asked, quirking your eyebrow. he chuckled and glanced around, trying to play off the fact he just grabbed a whole handful of your ass. “oh no, nothing,” he coughed.

you shrugged your shoulders and turned to clark as bellamy sat on a tree stump behind you. he slowly examined the jeans, watching how they perfectly fit every curve of your body and how it hugs your hips. his eyes trailed up towards the waist of the denim when he noticed the familiar brand.

he swiftly wrapped his finger through the belt loop of them and pulled you onto his lap, earning a yelp from you. you slowly adjusted yourself, in turn feeling his excitement growing but you ignored it. “hey bambi…” he muttered. the nickname never bothered you, but it was times like this where he had you wrapped around his finger with heat pooling in between your legs that it did. “yea belly?” you whispered in his ear as he rested his hand on the small of your back, rubbing circles into your bare skin. “my jeans look good on you, even though you chopped them up.” he husked, hot breath hitting your ear, earning a shiver from you. his fingers slowly inched their way down, slightly tucking themselves under the waistband of the denim.

“you have so many pairs belly! ‘s not my fault!” you whined, as he tapped your butt to make you get up. you pouted at the loss of comfortability. “hey don’t whine. you can always borrow my clothes.” he said with a wink. as you walked away back towards your tent, he glanced around making sure everybody’s eyes were on their tasks (plot twist, it wasnt!). “get back to work!” he shouted, making you turn around and wave. clark suddenly nudged his shoulder as you turned back towards your tent. “just admit you’re in love with her already or wipe that stupid grin off your face and get back to work.” she blurted. and that got bellamy thinking, maybe clark was onto something.

[lunarsworld]

ꪆৎ ˚⋅ bellamy blake masterlist

₊˚.༄ drabbles

- dirty little secret 𝜗𝜚

₊˚.༄ bellamy x bambi!reader

- introduction

- denim

- P☆RNST☆R 𝜗𝜚

[lunarsworld]

INTRODUCING…. bellamy blake x bambi! reader

BAMBI READER

*ೃ the sweetest girl on the whole campsite, center of attention, and bellamy’s sweetheart.

*ೃ everybody watches her like eye candy, but the only boy allowed less than 3 feet near her is bellamy himself.

*ೃ she’s honestly in extreme denial about her feelings, swearing up and down they’re just friends.

while BELLAMY….

*ೃ practically in love with bambi since the day he met her

*ೃ she doesn’t remember much of her childhood, but bellamy does. i mean, how could he forget his first crush???

*ೃ since he never got to experience her, he’s still kind of giddy around her. its super cute.

*ೃ they make each other feel like kids again, all their worries go away with each other

[lunarsworld]

the one thing that percy feared most in this world would be benign to some. knowing his experience with the minotaur, the labyrinth, and even facing kronos’s army would seem like the worst thing imaginable, but what really played in his nightmares was the thought of losing you. you slowly play with percys hair as he nuzzles his face into your chest as he sleeps. you continue watching your show as he wraps his arms tighter around you. you grumble as the constriction makes your body ache, making you twist around. “don’t leave me,” he mutters, sleep talking. you immediately recognize the pain in his voice, noticing the stressed tone. “hey,” you whisper, rubbing small circles on his back. “i’m not going anywhere.” and almost like clockwork, his body relaxes and everything goes quiet again. even in his dreams you were his relaxant.

[lunarsworld]

hi can we bring back the hype for the 100 because bellamy blake is so hot and deserves more hype

[lunarsworld]

“i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings”

percy watches you intently as you play with the rings on his fingers. “i like this one a lot,” you hum, admiring the silver wire with a small piece of seaglass in the middle. percys smiles at you, admiring your face as you examine his hands.

you trace your finger along every vein that pops out, treading lightly over scars from his battles. you suddenly glance over at one of his empty fingers. “i have an idea,” you say. percy can see the gears turning in your head, “what’s your idea, angel?” you quickly fumble around his nightstand drawer and find a pack of blue sticky notes. “you’ll see,” you replied as you rip off a sticky note, folding it carefully.

“what is that?” percy asks as he leans closer, trying to look at what your doing as you pull away. “be patient!” you exclaim as you hide the folded paper from him. he starts pressing kisses to your shoulders, then your neck. his touch is light and feathery, making you giggle as his breath tickles your sensitive skin. suddenly you turn around, hands clasped shut.

“whatcha got in there?” he asks, quirking his eyebrow at you. “open it up and find out.” you tease as he reaches for your hands and begins to unclasp them. he takes the folded paper out of your fingers. “a paper ring? you shouldn’t have,” he says with affection. “you don’t like?” you asked.

“no i love it,” he responded, slowly slipping it onto his ring finger. “its like we’re married now or something.” you giggle at his statement, examining the new ring that pops out on his hand. “now all i have to do is get a big rock on yours.” he mutters as he presses kiss onto your cheek.

“shut up, jackson.”