A/N: HII GUYS!! I HAVENT WRITTEN IN A LIL BIT AND I HAVE REQS IN MY ASKS SO IM GONNA POP IN AND GIVE YALL THIS WHILE I WORK ON MY OTHER FICS!! also i found out i can actually make my text even smaller HAHAHAHAHA
banner artist is ilameys_1 on instagram!!
megumi sits in tojis lap, small and warm and very serious about whatever hes currently doing
one tiny hand grips the collar of tojis shirt for balance, and the other reaches up, slow and curious, until his fingers find the scar on his dads lip.
his little fingers press there gently.
theyre just little taps at first, and then a soft drag of his thumb across the shape of it, like hes trying to understand why it feels different from the rest of his face. baby gumis brows knit in concentration, tiny mouth slightly open, completely absorbed.
toji goes a little still without meaning to.
he murmurs, voice low and rough, his eyes soft as he looks down at his son, "ain't that interestin."
megumi hums anyway, leaning closer. he shifts in tojis lap until he can press his cheek against his dads jaw, warm and soft, using him like something sturdy, gumisfingers stay on the scar, tracing it again, completely fascinated.
"dah," he says quietly, a soft baby babble.
toji blinks once.
megumi pats his cheek with his whole tiny hand, more deliberate this time, "da..da,"
the word lands soft, a little certain.
tojis breath catches just a little before he can hide it, and his hand comes up automatically, big palm covering most of megumis back, thumb rubbing slow circles without him realizing.
"yeah" he says under his breath, almost like hes talkin to himself "yeah. thats me."
megumi lights up like he has just solved something important, he presses his tiny forehead to tojis chin, giggling softly, and he says it again, "dada."
toji lets out a quiet huff that almost sounds like a laugh, he leans down and presses a slow kiss to megumis hair, his lips lingering there for a second longer than he needs to.
megumi stays tucked against him, still babbling the word over and over, like he never wants to forget it.
and toji just lets him.
this is very short i know i just wanted to write something tiny to pop in and prove that im still living!!!!!
I SWEAR IM WORKING ON MY REQS IVE JUST NOT BEEN USING MUCU SOCIAL MEDIA LATELY SO IM KINDA DETOXING CURRENTLY..
You're the only woman ben hooks up with anymore- but he thinks your ashamed of him. Time to prove him wrong.
|• MDNI (18+!) |• cw: jealous!Ben, unprotected P-I-V, oral (fem!receiving), creampie, cold!Ben but he warms up, hooking up, quickies
W.c: 1.8k (not proofread)
Ever since you've joined the group, you've had your eyes on Ben.
How could you not? Yeah, hes scary, hes the soldier boy, for fucks sake. but you cant help the way your knees wobble slightly everytime he speaks to you in his rough tone.
A rainy evening rolls in. The safehouse smells like motor oil, cheap beer and damp concrete. But it always does. Ben is sprawled across the ratty couch like he owned the place, boots on the coffee table while hughie argued with frenchie in the kitchen about explosives- atleast it sounds like it. You sit cross-legged on the floor, cleaning blood off a knife.
"...why d'ya always stare at me like that,"
he drawls. "People are gonna think you like me." You didnt even look up.
"People think alot when the days long."
He grunts. The thing was- you hadn't meant to stare. You never do- it just comes naturally. It started ugly and impulsive after a mission had gone sideways.
Adrenaline. Screaming. Bruises. The two of you alone in some ratty motel bathroom while water from the shower collected on the tile floor to drown out the noise.
One minute, you were yelling at him for nearly getting MM killed, the next he had your wrists pinned against cracked tile and you were kissing him hard enough to make his lips hurt. Not that he'd care. After that, it became a pattern. Quick, secretive, never discussed. Quick fucks against walls, in abandoned motels, even in the safehouse late at night when everyone was asleep, a hand slapped over your mouth to muffle any noise from your mouth while he rammed his cock into you.
And soldier boy- who had spent decades fucking his way across America without a second thought, realized one evening in a bar that he hadn't touched another woman in months.
Not because he couldnt.
No- because he didnt want to. Which was fucking ridiculous. He told himself it didnt mean anything when you rested your head on his chest after sex. Didnt mean anything when you absentmindedly played with the chain around his neck while half asleep.
Or on that quiet afternoon. You angered him on a mission, and fuck if he could wait until you're back at the safehouse. He cant. Thats why he has you on some scrappy, dirty floor, fucking you hard in prone-bone. The tip of his thick cock slams into that perfect, spongy spot inside your warm cunt, and you feel like you might cry. With your cheek smushed against the floor, and feet dangling weakly behind you, your hand reaches out, searching for something to hold onto while every harsh thrust inches you a little forward, and your hand finds his. Your eyebrows knit together while his scruff tickles the sensitive skin of your throat, and he quickly pulls out, still holding onto your hand while his warm cum shoots all over your back.
Not even that meant anything-....right?
That afternoon had stayed with Him. Your palm against his, breathing uneven and eyes squeezed shut while he held on so tight he thought me might break your fingers. People who were just fuck-buddies didnt do that. Right? But then the next day you'd barely look at him infront of the others. Like he embarassed you.
The bar is crowded and loud, neon signs reflecting blue and pink against sticky and nasty floors. Ben sits alone in some dusty corner, nursing whiskey while Butcher hustles some idiot at pool. You're sat at the bar waiting for drinks when some guy slides up beside you. Young. Pretty. Smug. Ben watches your face carefully over the rim of his glass, a perfect eyebrow slightly raised. The guy says something that makes you laugh politely, and then- he touches your arm. Soldier boys jaw tightens.
What. The fuck?
...why is he even mad- you're just fuck buddies, but hes still halfway to standing when you shake your head and say something short. Final. He cant hear it but the guy looks annoyed. You glance across the room one time- directly at Ben. Automatically, the guy hitting on you looks over too- but once he catches sight of the massive supe glaring holes through him, he basically evaporates. Right after, you grab your drinks and walk straight back to ben's booth.
"You looked homicidal,"
you smile a little, sliding him a Beer.
"I am homicidal."
At his words you snort softly and scooch into the booth next to him, slightly close like its instinct. Warm. Easy. His arm settled along the back of the booth behind you.
"You could've gone with him,"
he says casually, making your brows furrow. "Why would i do that?" He shrugs, pretending not to care. You stare at him for a second too long before looking away.
And only two nights later, you're back at it. Stubble scratching along your thighs, you moan quietly. He eats you out like a man starving, ridiculously- plump lips wrapping around your clit and sucking on it with a loud slurp.
Jesus Christ, hes a real womanizer. His beefy arms wrap around your thighs, stopping you from squirming with ease- one of your hands tangled in his hair while the other one braces against the sheets.
"....mm-, fuck-"
you whisper breathlessly. He only hums in response. "....mhmm?.."
A floorboard creaks outside.
Both of you freeze.
Then comes footsteps.
Your eyes widen in Panic. "Fuck-" and the doorknob rattles. In one panicked- intrusive reaction, you shove at ben's face with your foot.
Hard.
He stumbles backward with a loud thud into the nightstand. "OW-- Jesus fucking--"
"Shhh!" The door cracked open and inch. "Everything okay?" Hughie asks sleepily. He heard whining. You sit upright instantly, clutching your blanket to your chest while ben crouched besides the bed, rubbing his jaw with murder in his eyes. "Fine!-" you squeak. "I--uh--nightmare,."
Hughie blinks. "....Right. okay." The door shut.
Silence.
Ben slowly looked up at you.
"You kicked me in the fuckin' face." You'd almost be scared of him right now if you werent so caught off guard.
"I panicked-!"
"You panic like a goddamn mule."
You bury your face in your hands. "I'm-...sorry-."
But he barely hears you. Not because of the kick to his face- because all he could think of was how terrified you'd looked at the idea of someone finding out.
Not embarassed.
Terrified. Of him.
Something cold settles in his chest. Colder than it always does.
So he pulls away after that. Subtle at first.
He stops touching you casually. Stops sitting beside you. Stops lingering after missions to trade sarcastic comments while everyone else cleans up.
And you notice.
Of course you notice.
He can tell by the way your eyes track him across rooms now. By the little crease between your brows whenever he brushes past you without stopping.
Still, neither of you say anything.
Until one night, you finally corner him in the kitchen after everyone else went to sleep.
"You're avoiding me."
Ben scoffs, swallowing. Not nervous. Not really. Just....tense. "You're paranoid."
"Bullshit." You hiss.
Making you flinch, he slams the fridge shut harder than necessary. "Maybe i got tired of sneakin' around like your dirty little secret."
Your face falls.
The instant regret hits him like a truck, but he keeps going because hes soldier boy.
"You act like people finding out about us would be the end of the fuckin' world."
"Thats not---"
"You kicked me in the face because hughie touched a doorknob."
"I panicked!"
"Why?" His voice cracks through the Kitchen sharper than intended.
"Why are you so scared of people knowing, huh? Are you so ashamed of me?"
You stare at him like he'd slapped you. Then you laugh once- small and disbelieving.
"Ashamed of you?-"
"Sure looks like it."
"Oh my god." You drag both hands down your face before stepping closer.
"Ben, i'm- scared because this team is already hanging together by threads and if Butcher realizes we're involved he wil absolutely use it against us-"
He says nothing.
You swallow the lump in your throat, shaking your head. "You really thought i was embarassed of you?"
"When people get close to me," he says quietly, "it usually ends badly."
The honesty in that nearly breaks your heart. His expression had gone guarded in a way you rarely saw-- less arrogant, less untouchable. Just...tired.
You step closer slowly, fingers curling in the front of his shirt.
"I turn other men down because i want you," you mumble softly. "I sleep in your bed whenever i can, because i want to. There's no other guy who's hand i hold during sex-..."
His eyes search yours carefully, like he doesent trust what hes hearing.
"And for the record," you add, voice trembling slightly, "if someone had opened that bedroom door while you were eating me out? I would've died of humiliation because they caught me completely in love with you."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Then ben kissed you.
Not rough this time,- not hungry. Just deep- and wrecked and relieved.
His hands cradle your face like something precious while your arms wrap around his neck.
"You love me..?" He mutters against your mouth like the words still confused him. His rough hands trail up your waist under your shirt.
You laugh shakily. "Unfortunately."
A huff escapes him- almost a laugh.
Then he buries his face in the crook of your shoulder, eyes closed.
"Mh,"
A few soft kisses get pressed against the smooth line of your throat, making you exhale shakily while one of your hands braces on his chest.
Your and ben's heavy breathing fills the room. His hands tug your pants off, and your hands fumble with his sweatpants too. Of course hes not wearing any underwear. Pig. Biting down on your lower lip, you spit into your palm and stroke up and down his length a few times, before he pushes your panties aside and lines up with your pretty cunt.
God, hes missed it.
Once he bottoms out in you, a grunt leaves him and a quiet moan leaves you. Every thrust feels different from the other times- Like you both finally admitted something thats been killing you. Your hands scramble for leverage on the counter and the back of your head hits the cupboard with a deep thrust. If only you could bring yourself to care. Your arms wrap around his neck.
"Nnh- mh-mh-mh-...shit..."
You pant. His hips move faster and faster until he finally throws both of you over the edge, bodys locking up and limbs tangled with eachother. He pulls out of you, his cum leaking out of you with ease.
Imagine Waking up to Alastor rubbing his scent all over you so you’ll smell like him.
The deep red of the early morning sun seeps through the closed curtains in his room, shielding you both from the outside world.
You rest in your shared bed, with your hair a mess and your jaw slack, lying on your stomach. Alastor rests on top of you, not sleeping; but nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck.
His ears are pinned back, and his little deer-like tail wags back and forth behind him in pleasure. His arms are wrapped around you in uncharacteristic affection.
Little fawn like noises emit from him with every brush of his cheek against your collarbone. Just something about the thought of you smelling like him brought a satisfaction to his chest he never once thought possible.
Then it all went awry.
When you first stir, Alastor jumps, and quickly scrambles to roll away, nearly falling off the bed in his attempt. He has to grip the bed stand and lie stiff as a board on the mattress, shortly after having to push himself back on it in the first place.
His face is flushed and ears are pinned, his grin is strained and obviously humiliated as you ask him if he woke you up.
Good thing he was turned away from you, lying on his side with the blanket so tight around him it may just kill him a second time.
— “Al?’.. Did you need something?”
— “No. Go back to sleep.”
You raise a brow.
— “But you-”
— “Rest woman!-”
As confused as you are, you roll back over to try and sleep. As pleased as Alastor would’ve been to continue, he couldn’t risk getting caught.
ot7xfem!reader - when they make you squirt for the first time
warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f), cum eating, overstimulation, pussy slapping, slight daddy kink, lmk if i missed smth
alr started writing this when I saw recent similar fics for enha but there’s like a hundred of these here so don’t think that’s an issue
my sunki fics flopped so bad i went back to writing imagines instead of my other drafts LMAO ty for more than 2k views on the last one and for 200+ followers. pls request after reading my post regarding that, i’d love to see and write ur thoughts!! have fun reading 💋 masterlist
HEESEUNG
For Heeseung it’s almost like squirting = marriage.
A new found level of possesiveness awakens in him, basically.
You’re laying flat on your back, legs spread as wide as they can go, and he is plunging three fingers inside you.
His pace is no other than harsh, not an inch of his being is trying to be gentle. To be honest, he doesn’t need to be anyway — that’s just how you like it.
Thank God you were wet, or else those ocassional spits on your clit wouldn’t be able to match the rough bones of his digits carving their well earned place in your fluttering hole. With each quick thrust, the low side of his palm bumps against your little nub, drawing a lovely whimper out of you.
He’s not leaning over your body, doesn’t press comforting kisses on your face or neck. He is sitting on his knees between your two trembling thighs, and watches your cunt gasping for his fingers hungrily.
It’s getting way too sloppy now, creating those nasty almost slurping-like sounds, and it almost makes him want to lean down and bury his mouth in there, but then again, the sight is so pretty for him.
So instead, he stares and he talks. And oh, his way of talking is dirty, all possesive. Speaking of your pussy as it was the most beautiful masterpiece hung up in his favorite museum.
Your hole clenches, tighter and more intensively than normally, and you feel a flood rushing down in your tummy, one that has you curling the tip of your toes backwards, gripping the sheets underneath you like you’re about to fell off a bridge.
You try to warn him in time, you swear. The weakest ‘Hee’ leaves your mouth, a mix of a somewhat scream and moan, and you grab his forearm, but as expected, it doesn’t make him stop, it just encourages him to increase every sensation he’s currently providing. So there’s nothing you can do when a gush of liquid spills out of you, high enough to latch onto his black fitted shirt.
His heart fucking flutters at that, pride swelling up in his chest.
‘You made that big mess for me?’
‘Only I can make you cum like that. I now that’s right.’
‘C’mon, squirt again for me. You know I’m not stopping ‘til you do.”
JAY
His head has been hitting your cervix repeatedly for some time now, his balls slapping against your ass with each stroke, shaft hitting your clit.
Absolutely no thoughts in your head, just dick dick and dick.
It’s almost like every vein was created just to brush your gummy walls with the perfect force he always settles on. He’s curved to fit right into you, and if he wasn’t, well, he carved out his place in there well enough by now.
Feeling full of him has to be the most precious feeling, talking about any of your holes. And his hands are rough, they grip and sink and have completely no restrain when it comes to your body.
It’s a release you don’t even really feel coming (maybe because he already emptied you so many times), it crashes onto you.
Your scream is one the neighbours will give dirty looks about later on, but truly, who cares in the moment? Not like he would have the strength to muffle it, or the attention, he is fixated on you.
On the way your sudden finish spurts all over his cock, his abs, his arms- he goes feral.
‘Oh my god, princess. What’d you do there?’ He laughs in amusement, his movements never stopping, just letting down from the pace.
‘You came all over Daddy’s cock? Without saying a word?’ He’s already back in full force, ignoring your whines and lightly pained whimpers, slamming into you even harder now.
‘I’m sure you can do it on command then, too. Come on, show me.’
JAKE
You already came three times.
Yet, no amount of tugging on his locks would make him lift his head up from between your shaking thighs.
See, Jake is a greedy man. Every time he gives head, he acts like a starved man who is on a strictly ‘pussy for all meals’ diet, and hasn’t eaten for weeks.
One orgasm is nothing to him. It’s like he doesn’t even notice it happened, he keeps going. Goes between munching at your folds and sucking on your clit.
Two orgasms make him hum quietly, like he’s just starting to get the taste of it.
Three? That’s a good number, but still, it’s not enough. If you managed to cum three times already, what’s stopping you from cumming one more?
That’s the logic.
And you would think the upcoming one would be just a tired suffer with minimal semen going into the mix of spit and cum, but it’s something else. He plunges his tongue deep into you, and begin to move it right there, and it almost feels like he’s flicking at your cervix.
You cry out, legs locking his head in space (not like he wasn’t glued there already). You swash right inside his open lips, on his tongue. He grips your thighs harder, and wait until you finish. When he lifts his head up, finally, it’s kinda…full of cum. Like, literally. His chin completely soaked, his nose wet, his eyelids covered too. It’s a sight for sure.
‘Baby…that was so fucking hot.’ He says in awe, blinking up at you. He’s so in love. You smile softly, though your face is going red more and more by the minute. You are still sprawled out, sticky and open, and now you feel a bit sheepish.
‘Can you clean me up, please?’ You mean with a towel. Obviously. That’s what normal people do.
But Jake’s smile turns slow. Dangerous. Still hungry.
He leans in.
You freeze.
‘Jake, wait-‘
But it’s too late. His tongue is already on your inner thigh, licking a slow stripe up to where you’re still dripping.
Then his mouth is on you again. Soft, wet kisses over the mess he made, drinking you down like it’s water after a drought.
You try to squirm away, gasping his name — but he just pins your hips down with a firm hand and grins up at you.
‘I’m just cleaning you up.” — Then, quieter — ‘Gotta take care of my girl, right?’
SUNGHOON
You were getting punished.
So how on earth was it so good?
The way he’s spanking your pussy should have made you cry a long time ago, but instead, it’s just keeps on getting…better? Sure, it hurts, how could it not? A very sensitive area, indeed, probably not made to be spanked, but…
It was the good kind of hurt. The one that kept chasing slick out of your hole after every swing on your clit. Your body is thrown between two different reactions, half squirming away, half desperately chasing the sensation.
No fingers inside, no thumb rubbing your bundle, no tongue stroking your folds — just rough, precise hits.
He is spreading you open with two fingers, but keeps them strictly there, no slipping in between. Only so that he can reach all of you, making sure it hurts enough. Enough that you realize what you have done wrong, refrain from ever doing it again. Enough so that you feel that this pussy belongs to him, and he can do whatever he wants to it.
To his surprise, it’s also enough to make you squirt.
To Fucking squirt.
One minute, he’s spanking your nasty little cunt, and you’re crying to stop, then the next, his pace has to falter, cause a flood of liquid splashes out of it.
He snorts. Not really in amusement.
‘You’re unbelievable, you know that?’ — He looks down at you with a scoff — ‘I’m trying to punish you here, and you enjoy yourself more than normally’
‘It’s just…sensitive’ You sniffle. The hurt now comes in stronger, when you are no longer getting stimulated.
Sunghoon tsk’s and pushes his dirtied digits past your tear-soaked lips. Your face crunches up from the taste, but you do your best to swallow all of it. And that fucker turns that around, too.
‘You really just slurped up all of it? Didn’t leave me anything?’
‘I-I thought-‘
‘I must take another taste, then…’
You cry out the moment his hot tongue makes contact with your red swollen clit.
SUNOO
He’s casually hovering over you, mouth on left nipple, finger rubbing your clit. The suckling and stroking movements are equally hard.
You guys’ve been at it for some time now, lazily making out, most of his energy being put into pleasuring you. You were already on the edge a couple of times but he stopped there and went back into it just to drag it out.
‘Shh, just a little more. You’re not that impatient, right?’
He earns himself an eye roll for that, but only snorts, and pushes you closer.
His bare chest presses against yours, kisses soft and deep, and it’d be romantic even, if you could forget that he’s been edging you for half an hour. He always says it’ll make your release bigger and better, but hasn’t really convinced you yet.
Until now.
Because when he finally settles on the good space, even after feeling your stomach tighten, it doesn’t take you any longer to squirt.
And, the ‘see? told you’ look on his face could not be more smug.
‘Wow. Look who was right?’
‘My new take is that I can make you squirt two times in a row. Wanna find out?’
JUNGWON
Jungwon, to put it simply, is flabbergasted when it happens.
Like, on his tongue?
Around his fingers?
Because of him?
What did he do in his past life to deserve this? Whatever it was he is one lucky mothefucker.
You couldn’t even prepare him or give him a chance to pull away (he would never), since you yourself didn’t expect it at all. The truth is, you’ve never squirted before. Orgasms with a little more force? Producing a little more cum than usual? Sure, those happened, nothing too crazy. But it certainly never splashed onto his face like a fucking cunami, Jungwon thinks.
Poor boy wants nothing but to bury himself there right away, but he's not sure if you'd want that, given that you're still shaking under him. Instead, he strokes your thighs (still around his head), and murmurs,
'That was...good, right?' He asks, voice suddenly shy like he forgot what was he doing in the first place.
'Baby...you just made me squirt into your mouth. It was more than good, trust me.' You say with a weak chuckle.
'I want to taste. Can I?' How could you even say no to that adorable pleading gaze?
'Go ahead, Wonnie. Taste how good you made me feel.'
RIKI
It was just a matter of time before your first squirt after you started having sex, you knew for sure.
Riki's ego didn't need a lift though, and since he never brought it up by himself, you just assumed he either didn't know you were capable of doing it. or he's just content with the usual five orgasms he brings you to every time you guys have sex.
He absolutely knew what he was doing to you every time, but this?
This he did not expect.
You were bouncing on his cock with your best of strength, and he was watching you with a smirk, layed back on his arms, annoying and hot as ever. He wasn't putting in too much effort, but when he did move his hips to meet your thrust, God it reached the most perfect spot without a single miss.
He made a few statements, and those were...
'Your tits are all up in my business. Just how they should be.'
'Fuck, Y/N, this pussy is squeezing me so hard. You were hungry for my cock, weren't you?'
'From this position, I'll come right onto your cervix, You're gonna be dripping so bad...'
With a rather loud cry, cum splashed out of your slick hole with a nasty sound. No thumb circling around your clit, no lips suckling on your nipples, just Riki's cock, raw and hard, all for you to fuck your little cunt on.
Of course he followed you immediatelly.
And of course, he had things to say.
'Oh. So we're squrting now?'
'Why wait a month? Were you shy to show how much you love this cock?' His finger is dipping down into your heat, bringing it to his mouth to taste.
'Riki, I'm sensi-'
'Shh. Let me see. You'll have to do it again now, anyway.'
