Tim is whatever his partner needs, he likes to make sure you’re okay first and foremost and he will ask you every single time. He doesn’t like to stay sticky and sweaty afterwards so he would prefer to take a nice relaxing shower with you or at the very least, towel down. Tim gets super clingy after he bottoms and just wants to cuddle, nuzzling into your arms to doze off.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On Tim? His hands, he uses them everyday and he couldn’t live without them because they do so much for him. That being said, he loves the feeling of his hand sliding into yours or his hands slowly trailing up your thighs. Tim really gets off knowing he can give you all kinds of pleasure just from his hands. His favorite part on you though has got to be your neck. He loves to lick stripes up the column of your neck and into the dips of your collarbones, leaving a few tiny hickies in his wake. He really enjoys nuzzling into your neck as well.
warnings: like minor innuendos and like. guy gardner being a silly guy.
a/n: LEECH LORD I LOVE U FOR USING MY REQUEST TEMPLATE MWAH MWAH. also guys wouldn’t it be funny if i fridged reader. dont look up fridging if you dont know what it means its an infamous kyle rayner reference and i dont want to be the reason you are traumatized.
prompt: @the-leech-lord: “Prompt: Headcanons for Guy dating a civilian”
guy was such a pain in the ass
but he was your pain in the ass
you had to put him in his place more often than not
“against my vows to do the dishes” -guy
“i’m gonna go to oa my damn self and tell the ‘masters of the universe’ youre using their vow in vain” -you
“guardians of the universe! masters of the universe is he-man!! and don’t do that, i will do the dishes” -guy
“and you can’t use the ring to do your chores” -you
“damn it!” -guy
dont get me wrong, guy was still a great boyfriend and he had his moments—but this man was such a punk
acclimating to being with someone in “the life” was hard but he was pretty good about helping you adjust
like he ALWAYS texted you back ASAP so you didn’t worry
even if he was off-planet (he gave you a extraterrestrial long-distance communicator and told you to keep it a secret)
“yes, honey, i am very much alive and well, but im fighting a fleet of alien spaceships right now so im gonna have to hang up now, okay?” -guy
when you were first introduced to the “justice gang,” michael and kendra were shocked guy could have an s/o
“you’re guy’s partner? how do you put up with his shit?” -kendra
“oh, it’s easy. i just threaten to tell the lantern corps whenever he’s being pouty and he immediately starts to behave again” -you
“would that even work?” -michael
“calling up the lantern corps? don’t know, never tried. he just looks so panicked whenever i say it, it’s never failed” -guy
“you’re incredible.” -kendra
guy def parades u around a lil bit. like he’s very proud to be able to call himself ur bf
sometimes you get a lil insecure bc he literally is a green lantern and knows so many powerful people and meets people on other planets?? and he still chooses you every day
when he comes home from off world missions he never shows up empty handed. either he found something to gift you from another planet or he’ll just show up with some coffee and donuts
“this is, uh, well i don’t really remember what it’s supposed to resemble, but it’s a very cute creature on their planet. this is the equivalent of a teddy bear for us” -guy
“oh! it’s so…unique. i love it” -you
“and i love you” -guy
he’s very passionate and his love language is 100% touch so he likes to have you close
when you’re out, his arm is around your hip at all times
when you’re home, he’s hugging you from behind and kissing your shoulders and back
he holds you and dances with in the living room while you’re having conversations in the living room, you’ll tell him about your boring day and he’ll brag about his battle feats
you cut his hair for sureeee
“just make sure the bowl is straight, i don’t want to look stupid” -guy
“oh, no, we wouldn’t want you looking stupid” -you
(a/n: idk if there’s any comic canon lore behind his bowl cut and i dont feel like researching but it’d be soooo funny if thats just how him mom cut it when he was a kid and he just never changed his hairstyle)
you middle parted his hair just to mess with him
“y/n, that is so not funny. don’t take pictures, i don’t want a digital footprint or whatever it’s called” -guy
*you actively posting it on your story and tagging him*
like i said, gotta put the man in his place. he’s far to cocky
he also posts date night pictures of you guys all the time he’s super proud of u
whenever there’s some insane thing going on in metropolis (where you live for the sake of the plot) he always makes sure you’re clear of danger before fighting the enemy head-on
“you took your sweet time” -michael
“oh, you know. had to check on the significant other” -guy, winking
“cool story, want to start helping now?” -michael
you were starstruck the first time you met superman
“y/n, you hang out with superheroes every day!” -guy
“yeah, but he’s superman!” -you
“so?! he’s just an alien. i go space all the time, i’m much cooler than him” -guy
“you’re right, you’re so much cooler than him” -you
guy enjoyed when you fed his ego
like lowkey it was the most flattering thing for him it always made him super happy
“so you think i’m super-cool huh?” -guy
“oh, yeah, you’re the coolest” -you
“well, since i’m so cool, we should go somewhere cool this weekend” -guy
“cool or warm?” -you
“you’re right, warm is better. how about the florida keys?” -guy
“how about greece?” -you
“oooh, fancy-schmancy” -guy
“oh, i’m not good enough for greece?” -you
“i didn’t say that!” -guy
he definitely would take you on trips since he had the ability to travel by ring lol
“when can i get one of those?” -you, tapping his ring
“are you asking me to propose?” -guy
“no, i want a cool superpowered ring, duh” -you
“well, in that case. probably never. only the the people with the most willpower in the universe get these. maybe if i forget to do the dishes again a red one will find you” -guy
you swatted him and he started laughing his ass off
you have to promise not to watch the shows youre watching together when he’s off world and its sooooo hard
sometimes it hits you how normal you are compared to him and life almost doesn’t feel real but he’s pretty good about making sure you know you mean the world to him
he likes to make little constructs to distract you when you’re busy doing stuff
like when you’re in the shower and suddenly there’s a transparent green bird perched on the curtain rod
“guy, what the hell are you doing?” -you
“just helping you live out your disney fantasies. he’s here to help you get ready” -guy, through the bathroom door
“cut it out, that’s so weird!” -you, watching the green bird hold your towel in its beak
“sing to it!” -guy, cackling
“no!!” -you
he loves outlandish pranks
non-harmful ones for you but if it were the justice gang it’d definitely be something a little more dangerous
speaking of the justice gang, you got to tour the WIP hall of justice and it was like the coolest thing ever
“we could do it here alllll the time” -guy
“ew, guy, why would you even say that?” -kendra
“save it for when we get home, smooth talker” -you
justice gang def texts you all the time and tells guy how much cooler you are than him and he actually usually agrees
because duh, if you weren’t cool he wouldn’t be dating you
guy 100% will say he’s gonna give you a back/foot massage or something and make the ring do it
you can tell the difference but the ring constructs lowkey do it better so you don’t say anything
i mean he is using his willpower to do it so its not like hes not trying
you wear his JG jacket sometimes and have requested your own honorary jacket but he likes when you wear his clothes so he won’t budge
tbh i may not have added it too much in this fic but he definitely lovesss to hear “i love you’s” and says it soooo much
and he loves compliments and always makes sure to compliment you back
and he loves deep kisses
and when you care enough to keep him in check
and any cheeky shit you end up doing like (forgive me lord) slapping his ass when he walks by (its funny ok)
he doesn’t do spooning tho bc he sleeps on his back and snores like a mf
you’re very grateful for the quieter nights
when you can’t sleep, guy will fly you two up in a bubble over metropolis at night and look at all the city lights
“it’s pretty up here” -you
“i can only focus on you” -guy
“yeah right” -you
“calling me a liar?” -guy
“maybe” -you
“ouch, not cool. guess we’re not getting froyo from your favorite spot in town” -guy
“oh, you’re evil” -you
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Losing your virginity to Doctor Strange would include :
(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Doctor! 😏Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)
-Him reassuring you over and over that it’s fine if you want to wait and take your time, only to be sure and reassured as you’d pull and kiss him so eagerly, finally holding onto you back
-Him surprising you with how gentle and slick he is as he carefully undresses you more and more, slowly pressing his lips down to your neck the more you’d sigh and cling onto him
-Him finally chuckling at you as you’d seem so flustered and stunned as to how quick he unravelled you, only to enlighten the mood and get you to tease him back and relax
-Him letting his hand roam your body carefully, groping and kissing down to your chest and teasing you as you’d seem to love so much, relishing in how you’d practically grip onto him
-Him slowly teasing you and fingering you, pumping another finger in and pressing his lips back to yours as you’d moan and sigh louder and louder, only to groan himself as you’d reach to grip onto his neck and in his hair
-Him guiding your hand to make you feel his hard cock, carefully getting you to jerk him off as he continues to tease you, making you smile and feel more and more comfortable as you’d get him to moan and sigh just as you did
-Him pushing your hand away carefully as you’d get him too close, distracting you by kissing down your neck and going down on you as he has always wanted, making you grip into his hair to hold on as you’d come
-Him just cupping your cheek and pressing his forehead to yours as he tries to reassure you that he can always stop if you tell him to, adding a promise that he’ll do his best to not hurt you, slowly guiding himself inside of you
-Him stopping himself whenever you’d seem to wince a little too much, slowly setting a careful pace as you’d grow to beg for more, only to grow more and more confident in himself and mark you as his
-Him surprising you by binding you with a spell as you’d beg for more, only to apologize and try to laugh it off as you’d seem startle by him, yet being stunned himself as you’d seem quite curious over it
Slides in with a very polite request of Dr Phosphorus/ Alex Tudyk x GN!Reader pretty please (๑╹ω╹๑ )
Story can be however you like heh.. 𝓘’𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴𝔂
☆ Melting Sounds Much Sweeter Than Burning — Dr. Phosphorus x GN Reader Fic☆
Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || Warning for canon-typical violence + a lot of swearing
A/N: I don't think it came across clear in the writing but this is pre-canon for context-
──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────
You were one of the humanoids caged up with the rest of the Commandos, locked up for your own big name crimes. There wasn't much the prison guards ever really let you do, and for quite a while you kept to yourself to try and avoid trouble. Sure, it was mundane to follow the guard's routines, but it kept you from getting shoved into solitary confinement or extra charges. But, in a flurry of green flames, trouble ended up quite literally landing in your lap during a mealtime brawl, and you found yourself fighting mutant assholess off of a radioactive green guy who was backing you up hit for hit.
From that day on, you couldn't seem to get rid of Dr. Phosphorus. You kept being in the same vicinity, or gravitating to each other subconsciously. Even if you tried to pick up conversations with someone else, he'd likely be the one to help you walk back to your cell. It was one of the better things to come from your time here. Phosphorus was one of the smarter criminals you interacted with on an average basis. He could at least hold a conversation without trying to gnaw his own leg off halfway through it like some other inmate (his name was apparently Weasel, but you didn't find that out till much later).
Unfortunately, despite your initial approach of being under the radar, Phosphorus was prone to trouble. You'd seen him melt a whole table enough to punch it in half, burn through walls, or sucker-punch people who pissed him off with a fist hot enough to literally kill them on impact. Suffice to say, you usually didn't offer him a handshake or give any pats on the back, for obvious reasons. Even though it was amusing to see him get himself out of alterations, you got into the habit of standing up to others by proxy.
Today, you'd gotten into a brawl. Not because of the great green doc, moreso of your own volition. You didn't get to see how it ended— swelling around one eye and dirt in the next prevented it. But due to the shouts you'd heard, it was easy to conclude the wardens broke it up. You were finally released back into your cell, seeing the familiar irradiated skeleton waiting for your arrival. The second the steps of the warden couldn't be heard, he walked up in front of you.
"The nurses didn't do a damn thing, did they?" He asked upon seeing your visible bruises and scrapes. You heaved a tired sigh as you sat on the edge of your stiff mattress "Hello to you too, Doc" you muttered. "Hey, I wasn't the one who jumped that guy" Phosphorus reminded, walking past the front of your vision "You had a hell of a stick up your ass today". "You heard him, he deserved every bit of it" you replied. Phosphorus kneeled down in front of you while saying, "Well all I see is you're the one with a fucked-up mug". You grumbled, keeping your gaze off to the side. He was right, of course, he usually was, it was just exceedingly annoying. He could never not be smug about it, even when he insisted he wasn't smiling.
"Guess you rubbed off on me" you commented back. "Better than you getting radiation poisoning like most around me do" Phosphorus countered lightly, reaching his hand up. You leaned back, scooting to the very back of your mattress as quick as possible. Phosphorus quickly retracted his hand "Still stings?". "No, dumbass, you're gonna melt my face off!" You said with pressing worry, almost in a yelp. For a brief moment of pause, silence and the soft hum of radiation was all you could hear before Phosphorus broke out in a loud laugh. It was always a little strange, watching his bony mouth open, blank eye sockets making the expression vacant even though he sounds happy. Speaking of, what the hell was there to laugh about-
"Ah, you may be smart, but you're sure as hell not observant" Phosphorus said, casually leaning his arm on your bedsheets "See?". You slowly leaned forwards, brow creasing in confusion "But- I've seen you- how the hell-" you stammered. He chuckled again, leaning his head into his palm "I can control when it burns anything. Right now, you're just fine. I don't plan to set another cell on fire". "Another?" You echoed, and he shrugged "There's a reason I got moved to being your cellmate. Now come on, you're just gonna look more fucked up if you don't let me see" he said.
You hesitated for just a second. There was a brief flicker of a thought that he could just be messing with you, but you pushed that aside. He didn't have reason to suddenly turn you into a walking molotov cocktail, right? And it's not like you ever did much to piss him off, intentionally anyways. You scooted up, and he leaned back to allow you the room. With a gentle hand, he touched your swollen black eye. You winced back at first, but thankfully his hand only felt warm rather than scalding. You sat up a little straighter, letting him look you over. "Do you even know what you're doing?" You asked. He pressed two fingers under your jaw, moving your head a bit to see the damage better while he spoke "I know more than anyone here would, unless you think leeches are still good for sore throats"
You nodded, still feeling a little uncertain. Even with his surprisingly gentle guidance, you saw the man break way too much 'invincible' shit to just forget. His touch eventually became a gentle hold on your jaw, guiding it back down "Jeez, way to go, pal. You're gonna be feeling this one for a few days". You nodded quickly, and he fell quiet. He pulled back his hand, holding it up in front of you instead "See? You're fine! Not even a little melting" he said, attempting to be reassuring. You nodded, looking at the hand he was holding up. With faltering motions, you very gently pressed your fingertips together. It definitely felt warm, but still bearable. Your palm slowly pressed to his.
You couldn't see his face change any, but his tone was warm with encouragement. "Not so bad when you get used to it, huh?". "Nah" you mumbled in agreement, slowly interlocking your fingers with his "Not bad at all". Phosphorus tilted his head down a bit to look fully, only waiting a moment before gently rubbing your hand a bit with his thumb. It had been quite a while since anyone felt comfortable enough to let him near, much less this. Not since... well, he didn't like to think about it too much. You both glanced up together, empty sockets meeting your eyes. Not wanting to overstep, you slowly pulled your hand back.
"Aaaanyways-" you began awkwardly, trying to transition back into casual conversation "You sure this didn't give me mercury poisoning or something?". The doctor chuckled, standing up "Who knows, you might wanna get checked". You gave him a small, non-serious glare in reply, and he laughed a little louder. He pointed to his face "Sarcastic smile". You huffed a small, exasperatedly fond sigh. You reached under your pillow, pulling out a stowed away deck of cards. "Wanna play blackjack?" Phosphorus asked as you began shuffling. "Sure, if you don't burn them when you lose" you replied. "I'm not promising anything" he said, hopping up to sit across from you on your bed.
As you prepped the game, a thought came to mind. "Hey, did the guards drag off that other guy?" You asked "I heard a lot of commotion". "Oh yeah, you know how they are" Phosphorus said casually "Can't handle a little third degree". You halted your motions all at once, squinting suspiciously at the man across from you, who had the nerve to innocently ask, "Something the matter?". You shook your head, smiling as you handed him his cards "Nothing, doc. Thanks"
Request: An asexual gender neutral reader x bucky where the reader breaks down bc they think they arent enough for bucky? Xx
There was no doubt in your mind that Bucky loved you. He repeated it to you so often it was almost like he forgot other phrases just to remind himself to say it to you. He did it whenever he looked you in the eye, and that was pretty often.
I am definitely not thinking about Bucky's first time in around 100 years like he is so sensitive to every touch already, the serum coursing through his veins heightening each brush of your skin, each hitch of your breath as he licks up the column of your neck, the quickening of your heart as his fingers trail over the ribbon on your panties, don't even get me started on how overstimulated he would get as you trail your fingers down his torso, over the waistband of his pants, sliding down the zipper, his cock hot and aching against the seam of his trousers, and when you finally make contact when your fingertips graze the outline of him through his boxers, he quite literally almost busts right there and then, but I am 10000% not thinking about how he would lose his composure the second he slides into you.
Bucky has barely sunk his aching cock in you before he pulls out with a wince, his mouth pulled in a pained frown.
"Buck, what's wrong?" panic floods your body as you begin to sit, pushing yourself up on your elbows. "What's happening?" The heat that had once filled your body as you worked each other up is replaced with ice, and the terror at crossing his boundaries fills your muscles.
Bucky shakes his head, muscles in his jaw tensing as he hisses through his teeth. Every indicator points towards pain. The furrowed brow, closed eyes, tensed jaw, heavy breathing—these are all bad signs, terrible signs, so you begin to move, to slowly pull back from him, afraid to cause any more damage, but his hand on your bare leg stops you. Vibranium fingers dig into the plush flesh, gripping the fat of your thigh as he releases a shaky breath.
"I'm not- I'm fine," Bucky assures, grip on you loosening.
"Are you sure? We don't have to do this. I don't want to pressure you into anything that you-"
"You aren't pressurin' me into anything, sweetheart." His voice is a defeated sigh. "It's just—" he shakes his head. "Really sensitive."
You blink at him for a moment, brain slow to connect the pieces of the puzzle laid before you. Seconds tick by as you finally start to work it out. Your eyes shift between his embarrassed smile, the hand on your thigh, your bare legs and his, frankly intimidatingly, hard cock, pre cum oozing like pearls over perfect pink skin.
Oohhh.
Oh.
"Buck-" you start, a teasing smile creeping across your face.
"Angel, don't." Bucky fixes you with a rather intimidating look, but you press on, no longer daunted by him.
"Bucky..." you press. "Were you gonna com-" You can't say another word as he interrupts, cheeks flushing bright red.
"It's been a long time, okay?" he explains, blush spreading to his ears.
"How long?"
"Longer than you've been alive."
“That long?” You balk. “Even after you coming back and - not even then?”
“When would I have had the time? Between tryna figure out who I am plus meeting and dealing with you, I didn’t really have all that free time to get it on” Bucky explains, fingers creeping up your thigh to squeeze the fat at your hip.
(Inspired by the song of the same title by Kali Uchis)
Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!reader
Word Count: 6.2k
Summary: You and Steven have been roommates for a while now. But one night after being stood up by yet another guy in a string of dates gone wrong, Steven offers you some support...which sparks an interesting chain of events.
Warnings[18+ activities MDNI]: sub! (ish) Steven, dom! (ish) reader, fools in love, friends/roommates to lovers, mentions of drunk reader (but not drunk when they actually have sex, you'll see), crying (reader's drunk and starts venting for a bit, that's all), unprotected p in v sex (cloak the joker before you poke her), oral sex (steven and r receiving), Steven doubting himself mid-sex, assertive reader and awkward Steven! , choking (r receiving), riding, creampie, barely edited cause I'm really fuckin tired.
A/N: Hi. Don't ask me where I found the time or motivation to write this shit when school started back a month ago. The idea just popped into my head and my fingers didn't stop moving once I opened a draft. Note, I have a tall fem! reader x Steven in my drafts to finish so don't think I forgot!
Steven's brows furrowed beneath his reading glasses at the sound of your voice coming from outside your shared apartment door. Concern as well as confusion sprang through him instantly. You sounded drunk. Which he was sure to be the case seeing as you were sloppily knocking at the door rather than opening it with your keys.
He quickly shut the book he was reading and removed his glasses before making his way over to the door in fear that your next call of his name would wake the entire building.
Unfortunately, he opened the door at the very moment you launched your hand forward to knock once more. This caused you to tumble through the door with a drunken yelp. But Steven caught you in his arms before your body could hit the ground.
You looked up at him with a lazy smile and hooded eyes. "Thanks, Stevie bear," you hiccuped, using both hands to cling onto one of his very defined biceps. You had never realized how big and firm they were before that moment.
"You're welcome," Steven replied worriedly. He swiftly shut the door with his foot and used your grip on his arm to bring you standing back on your feet. "Y/n what the bloody hell happened to your date?"
You rolled your eyes at his question, kicking off your heels and making your way over to the couch without somehow falling again. "See now, Steven," you paused and pointed at him drunkenly, "it can't be a date if the said date doesn't even bother to show up!" you explained.
Steven sighed deeply at your explanation as he sat on the other end of the couch. This wasn't the first time this had happened to you—or him for that matter—but he could never understand why. You were easily one of the most beautiful women in London, and definitely one of the smartest, (your framed Ph.D. in psychology hanging over the television was evidence of that). You were the full package and more. Any man would be lucky to have you.
But the men of London were clearly morons if they kept standing you up or acting like complete knobs to you on your dates.
He would never do that to you. But he's seen photos of your past dates. A woman like you was way out of his league and would never go for someone like him, anyone with eyes could see that.
"How much have you had to drink?" Steven suddenly asked you.
You raised 3 fingers to the best of your ability. "Six," you answered before bursting into a fit of giggles at Steven's expression.
"Gosh, y/n, you're absolutely clobbered," he grabbed a blanket from the arm of the couch and spread it over where your short skin-tight dress was riding up your thighs.
"Well I didn't lie," you sat up abruptly, throwing the blanket off your lap and turning to face Steven and sit as crosslegged as your dress would allow, "Three of the drinks were margaritas...the other three were shots of vodka though," you admitted softly as if it were some secret for only yours and Steven's ears.
"Do you have work in the morning?" Steven questioned gently, picking up the blanket and handing it back to you. Your dress was riding up with every slight movement you made, which meant more of your thighs being exposed to him. Despite this, Steven wouldn't dare look anywhere except your eyes.
"Nope." You threw the blanket back on the floor. The night was pretty warm, you don't understand why Steven keeps giving it to you.
"Do you want me to make you some coffee or tea?"
"Yup."
Steven looked at you in question for a few seconds. "Which one?" he prodded, fighting back a smile at your muddled state.
You moved closer and narrowed your eyes, "Which one of what?" you questioned, truly confused, before breaking out into another fit of drunken giggles that caused you to momentarily tumble forward and land your hands on Steven's thighs.
"Coffee it is then," Steven answered for you, his voice traveling up an octave. He then carefully moved your hand from his thighs, trying to ignore the chills your touch sent up his spine, and hightailed it to the kitchen to put on the percolator for you.
You tilted your head as he walked away, noting how quickly he left.
When Steven returned with your cup of coffee (with cream and no sugar just how you liked it), he found you seated in the same spot but with his blanket draped over your head and body while soft sniffles and sobs met his ears.
He placed your cup on the table nearby and carefully approached your figure on the couch. Steven reached for the blanket and slowly removed it from your body.
"Why are you crying, love?" he sweetly asked once your face came into view.
"Because I'm a mess," you sniffled, using a hand to wipe the trail of tears falling from your eyes.
Steven's head tilted in disbelief at your words. "You don't really believe that, do you?"
"Yes I do," you nodded fervently, "It's why my dates have sucked for the past 2 months, it's why I got passed over for that goddamn promotion at work last week, and it's why you can't stand being around me for longer than 3 minutes these days."
Steven was taken aback by your words. You thought he couldn't stand to be around you? That's impossible.
"You practically sprinted to the kitchen!" you added after a few moments of silence.
"To make you coffee," Steven protested, gesturing to the cup lying untouched nearby.
"I saw your face," you looked down at where your hands lay in your lap.
Steven swallowed harshly. "Y/n."
You ignored his call for your attention.
"Look at me," he came closer and entangled his hands with your own in your lap, immediately causing you to look up at him with tear-stained eyes, "You are not a mess," he softly yet sternly said to you.
"Yes I am−"
"No. You are not," he interrupted your arguing, "Your dates? They're all losers for letting you slip through their hands. And if a few bad dates is fate's way of making you wait to find the one, then I think that's well worth the holdup, yeah?"
You chewed on your bottom lip anxiously before nodding in agreement.
"And as for my behavior earlier, it was−" Steven paused with a sigh fumbling for a sensible excuse, "it's your perfume."
You pulled a face that would have made Steven laugh under normal circumstances. "My perfume? You hate my perfume?"
Steven swallowed harshly. He hated lying. He wasn't even good at it. But convincing you that he couldn't bear your perfume was easier than admitting that he just couldn't handle the way your hands felt on his thighs or the way his entire body heated up when you leaned closer to him. "Yup. The smell was too much for me," he fibbed.
You rested your head in your palms, pouting slightly. "But you're the only reason I wear this perfume, Steven," you confessed, barely audible.
Steven's face fell. "What?"
"You told me that you liked it when I moved in and from then I kept buying it just because you liked it."
Steven's heart swelled at your admission. He felt like an asshole. He was no better than the losers you'd been going on dates with.
You continued to speak. You could feel words preparing to leave your lips that have been eating at you for a while, now guided by your lowered inhibitions. "And I didn't only mean just now. These past few weeks you can barely look me in my eyes, or be near me, Steven. What am I doing wrong?" your voice broke with your last words.
Steven had seen you cry a few times before. But this time was different. The look on your face was heart-wrenching. He couldn't believe that he made you feel like this.
Because he was having trouble dealing with his own feelings for you, he made you think he hated you...when it was the complete opposite.
"There's nothing wrong with you. It's all my fault," Steven said, breaking away from your gaze, feeling it pierce through him.
"I'm the one who was dumb enough to fall in love with you..." he added, only to look up and see you passed out against the arm of the couch.
A part of him was saddened that you fell asleep before hearing his confession. But another was grateful and profoundly unprepared for your inevitable rejection.
Steven looked at you for a few more seconds before carefully picking you up—smiling to himself when you curled into his chest—and carrying you to your bedroom.
° ° ° ° ° ° ° °
You woke up in a slight daze...and in someone else's bed.
It took a few glances around the room for you to piece together that you were in Steven's room.
And then all of last night's events came back to mind, seeping in and clearing the fog that your excessive alcohol consumption had sired;
Your failed date. Coming home and falling into Steven's arms. Saying way too much to Steven. Steven's last words before your body shut down.
Steven.
Steven.
Steven.
"Oh God," you mumbled, cradling your face in your hands.
Eventually, you pulled yourself out of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom for a shower. You thanked whatever higher power was at work that Steven was still asleep on the couch when you padded through the living room.
But when you finished showering and exited the bathroom, you were hit with the smell of freshly brewed coffee. You poked your head into the living room to make sure Steven was still in the kitchen before running a path straight to your room and getting dressed.
After throwing on one of your old university crew necks and the first shorts you could get your hands on (which happened to be very short ones), you heard a knock at your door followed by Steven's voice.
"Y/N? I have a cup of green tea and some painkillers here...thought you'd need them."
You found yourself smiling at the sound of his voice, something that was becoming more common in recent weeks. What did you do to deserve a man like Steven in your life?
You quickly moved to open the door and let Steven in. "Hey, Steven," you greeted him with a small smile.
He released a nervous chuckle as he presented a cup and two pills to you. "Good morning."
You took them happily, bringing them to your night table. "I'm not actually feeling very hungover," you said to him, turning to sit on your bed.
"Really? That's surprising...considering last night," Steven replied, taking a hesitant step further into your room.
"Yeah must be my tolerance and all that," you shrugged, taking interest in how Steven had yet to meet your eyes since you opened the door.
A beat of silence passed between you while you took a sip of your tea. "Steven, you can sit," you softly spoke, gesturing to your bed.
"Oh, sure," Steven took a seat at the farthest edge of your bed, maintaining a more than comfortable space between you.
"How'd I end up in your bed this morning?" you suddenly questioned. You were genuinely curious, but the reaction it garnered from Steven was more than worth it.
After a brief clear of his throat, Steven answered, "Well you sorta climbed into my bed in the middle of the night, gave me quite a scare actually, and I wanted to give you space to rest so I let you have my bed and I slept in the couch."
"Oh, I'm sorry," you frowned, a tinge of embarrassment seeping in, "Why didn't you sleep in my bed?"
"Because..." laying in your bed that smells flawlessly like you would've sent him into cardiac arrest- "the couch is more comfortable."
You nodded in understanding, placing your half-empty teacup back on the table.
"If you uh need anything," Steven stood up from your bed, slowly walking backward to the door, "just shout," he said as he turned to open the door.
"Did you mean it?"
Steven halted in place at your words, his back still facing you.
You slid off your bed and approached his oddly still figure.
Steven's throat ran dry. There's no way you could have actually heard him. Right? "What?" is all he managed to say.
You walked past him and used a hand to close the door, coming to stand in front of him. You needed to look at his face. Living with Steven for a year has taught you that he wasn't a man of many words but his face said more than enough when he couldn't. Drunk you couldn't utilize your psych degree the night before, but sober you sure could at that moment.
"Did you mean it?" you repeated, "When you said you fell in love with me?"
Steven's jaw slackened when he met your stare, that feeling of being pierced by your gaze returning. "I-"
Your eyes narrowed as you took a step closer to him, now being close enough for his nervous breaths to fan across your lips. "Because if you meant it then I would tell you that. I think..." you paused and looked away for a moment, "No, I know that I love you too."
Steven's hooded brown eyes widened. He blinked a few times, trying to will himself to wake up if this was a dream.
You bit back a small laugh at his expression before you continued. "I love how willing you were to rent some small-time therapist your extra bedroom because you heard her crying in the corner of a coffee shop that she'd been kicked out by her stupid ex-boyfriend. I love the mugs you buy me every month because you saw them and they reminded you of me. I love how you watch shitty action movies with me after every bad date I have because you want to take my mind off them. I love how much you care about...everything really. I love you, Steven Grant," an enlightened smile rested on your face as you spoke, "and I'm sorry that I spent the past year thinking everything you made me feel was platonic when the truth was that you made me feel things that no one else has. I'm an idiot Steven-"
"No," Steven's first word came, a relieved smile accompanying it, "You are not an idiot. You are the smartest person I've ever met. Smarter than me, that's for sure," at that, you both laughed, "I've spent this whole year thinking that you would never see me as anything more than your weird, boring roommate...and turns out you loved me this whole time," he ended in a soft whisper, shocked by his own conclusion. Steven found his eyes drifting down to your lips and you immediately took note of it.
You exhaled deeply before closing the gap between you and Steven, meeting his lips in a bold kiss.
Initially stunned, Steven sunk into your lips soon after, gently bringing his hands up to rest on the sides of your face.
Your brain fogged as Steven devoured your lips, an unusual confidence taking over him. You wrapped your hands around his neck and smiled into the kiss, allowing Steven to slip his tongue past your lips, tasting more of you and pulling a moan from your chest.
Steven pulled away first, feeling himself enter a state that he wouldn't dare himself to in your presence. You bit back a whine when his lips left yours, looking up at him in confusion.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he spoke, taking a step away from you.
You licked your lips and stepped towards him. "Steven, trust me, I want to do this. I want to do a lot more than this actually," you pulled his waist flush against your body, drawing a shared moan from you both when his growing bulge pressed against your stomach.
Steven's hands flew up to grab the back of your neck and your jaw. He softly muttered your name, as a warning more than anything else.
You leaned in and pressed a kiss against the corner of his lips. "If you say no, we will stop this right now and go eat breakfast. But if you say yes, we are gonna stay here and I'm gonna let you do very bad things to my body."
Steven swallowed harshly. "God, yes," he replied, failing to swallow back a whimper at the implication of your words.
Your hands squeezed his waist as you moved back to look at his face fully. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that Stevie," you smirked.
Steven looked down at you with adoration clear in his eyes. He couldn't believe this was really about to happen. He used his hold on your neck to pull your lips crashing into his. This kiss was a lot more hungrier than the first, with Steven now making his intentions much clearer.
"I'll take that as a yes," you grinned between kisses.
Steven groaned his agreement as he continued to kiss you.
You used your grip on his waist to push him back towards your bed, effectively breaking your kiss and causing him to land on the edge of your bed with a grunt.
Steven looked up at you through his lashes in awe as you approached him. He watched keenly as you removed your top, wearing nothing underneath, before moving to straddle his thighs. Steven made a move to touch your chest before stopping his shaky hands midair and looking at you in question.
You gently held Steven's chin up and smiled down at him. "Steven you can touch me," you reassured him. Even in an intimate moment like this, he was ever the gentleman...
Steven indulged with a sheepish smile and brought both his palms to each of your breasts. Unable to help himself, Steven dove in and took one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud.
"Fuck, Steven," you moaned, eyes slamming shut at how good it felt. Your words only seemed to egg him on further as Steven switched to your other breast, his lips and tongue moving against it with more enthusiasm.
Your hands at the back of his neck grabbed fistfuls of his curls while his ministrations against your chest pulled more moans and whines from your lips.
Some time after, you pulled Steven's lips away from your breasts and met them in a searing kiss, pressing your clothed cunt down against his erection. "Shit," Steven lowly cursed, bringing his hands to your waist to grind you down further against his bulge.
You obliged with a moan, grinding in Steven's lap harder. "Tell me what you want, Steven," you whispered against his lips.
Steven's hands squeezed your waist harshly when your lips began sucking against his throat. He could barely put together thoughts at the moment, much less words.
You trailed a hand down to the waistband of Steven's sweats and slowly reached under it for his cock. You swallowed a moan when your hand traced his full length and girth. "You've been holding out on me Steven," you chuckled against his neck.
Steven blushed furiously at your words. "Thank you?" he responded awkwardly, barely functioning with your hand rubbing along his cock.
You chuckled once again, pulling away from his neck to look at him. "You're so pretty," you said, causing another wave of red to hit Steven's cheeks.
"No one's ever said that to me before," he admitted softly.
"Well that's okay, cause I want to be the only one who makes you blush like this," you grinned brushing a stray curl from his forehead, "I bet your cock is just as pretty," your hand picked up speed beneath Steven's pants, "Can I see it? Please?"
Steven nodded enthusiastically. "Anything you want," he said with a desperation that had your pussy throbbing with need. You briefly lifted your hips allowing Steven to clumsily slide off his sweatpants and boxers and step out of them.
Once you returned to your position on his thighs, you looked down at his cock, the head already dripping with small beads of precum. The length was truly unexpected, as well as the girth. You would do anything to feel him inside you.
But for now, you really wanted to taste him.
Steven watched you sink to your knees before him, your eyes never straying from his.
"Are you sure you want to-"
"Steven you said anything I wanted," you paused, gliding your fingers over his length and watching it twitch in response, "And I really want to taste you. Can I suck your cock, Steven?"
Steven's breathing picked up as he took in the image before him; you on your knees, touching his dick while literally begging to suck it with a look in your eyes he could only compare to the look of a wild female tiger eyeing her freshly caught meal in the nature documentary he watched the week before.
"Please, please do," his response came soon after.
You began with a kiss to the head of his cock that made it immediately jump in your hand. You couldn't help but chuckle, and it was a sound that Steven hoped would be the last thing he heard before he left this earth. "You're so sensitive, Stevie," you cooed before pressing another kiss but to the base of his length.
Steven released a sharp moan at both of your kisses to his cock, finding himself embarrassingly close to cumming already.
"Please," he pleaded your name with a whine, "stop teasing."
You swirled your tongue around the head where precum had gathered, moaning in time with your movements and drawing yet another mewl from Steven. "Oh but Stevie, I just love hearing you say please," you teased him, looking up from where you had a hand wrapped around his base and another briefly caressing his balls.
Steven was now panting, his eyes never leaving you as you held him. He watched you slowly wrap your lips around his tip before slowly sinking down.
After reaching a little more than halfway down Steven's cock, you felt yourself gag but simply stilled instead of removing yourself completely.
"Fucking hell," Steven grunted before melding into a pathetic moan once you held your position. You eventually let up when you almost ran out of air and slowly removed your lips from his dick, your eyes meeting his with tears streaming along your face from the stretch.
You were prepared to do it once again but felt Steven's palm grab your chin before you could. "No, love, please. If you do that again I'm afraid I'm not gonna last."
Steven watched you lick your lips before shifting to trap his thumb in between your lips and softly suck on it. He couldn't stop the whine that slipped his lips at your action.
You eventually released his thumb from the confines of your mouth and came to stand over him with a smile. "Well then. Tell me what you want to do next. I'm all yours, baby, remember?"
Steven brought his hands to rest on your hips and leaned forward to press a soft kiss against your stomach. "I-uhh," his brows furrowed and he shook his head briefly as if sending away a thought.
"What is it, Steven?"
The man beneath you looked up to meet your eager eyes, suddenly confident enough to say what he wanted. "I really...really want to taste you."
You felt your breath hitch at his request. It was rare for a man to enthusiastically offer to go down on you. Though it was clear to you now that Steven was most definitely a rare man.
"You want to?" you felt your voice come out a lot more unsure than usual.
Steven's brows furrowed once again as a fleeting smile graced his lips at your response. "Of course I do, sweetheart. Do men not usually..."
You harshly exhaled. "I mean some do but I usually have to complain first or they do it cause they want me to return the favor," you admitted.
"They don't deserve you. No one does," Steven softly uttered, gazing up at you with eyes you were growing more fond of by the minute.
You quickly leaned down to meet him in a kiss in response. You didn't deserve him either.
Steven pulled you back into his lap and kissed you back eagerly. But he was the first to pull away, causing you to whine in a way that made his cock jump against your cunt. "I-I really did mean it, love, I need to taste you. Now."
You had never seen Steven so demanding. It had you throbbing in anticipation. You allowed him to lay you on your back and peel away your shorts and panties to reveal the part of you where you needed him most.
Steven looked starstruck as he examined your arousal. He moved closer and closer to your pussy, letting his warm breath fan over your glistening lips.
"Steven please-" you begged, though you couldn't finish your thought before your voice broke into a loud moan when Steven licked a stripe from your entrance to your swollen clit.
Steven closed his eyes, relishing his first taste of you. It was everything he'd quite literally dreamed of and more.
And so, he eagerly dived into your core.
Your hands flew to Steven's head working between your legs as your thighs instinctively closed around his head from the sudden wave of pleasure surging through you.
The feeling of your thighs trapping his head against your pussy was absolute bliss to Steven. He moaned into you as his tongue swirled around your clit sloppily. If he was inexperienced, you couldn't tell because every movement of his tongue brought you closer and closer to your release.
The vibrations of Steven's enjoyment drew a brief scream from your chest before you slapped a hand over your lips to silence it.
Steven finally came up for air, his lips and jaws covered in your slick. His curls were strewn along his forehead by a damp layer of sweat as his dilated pupils met your own. "C'mon. I want to hear those pretty noises you make for me, love," he said before running two of his fingers through your folds to gather some of your wetness and slowly inserting them into you.
"Oh my-STEVEN" your back arched up and off your bed as you felt immediately filled up by Steven's digits.
Steven gauged your reactions as he slowly removed his fingers before pushing them again with no resistance due to your arousal. "I've wanted this for so long, love," he began to speak as he slowly leaned down to press his lips against your clit in a kiss, "Wanted to hear you moaning my name," he sped up his fingers' movements inside you, "Wanted to taste you," he added another finger, now touching that spot inside your walls with every thrust, "You're so beautiful," he ended before fully diving back in with his tongue against your bud.
"Yes—fuck—you're so good to me baby," you finally gathered enough breath to speak while gaining a proper grip on his head. With every sharp lick or nip he'd make, you would tighten your grip on his hair and it would only spur him on further. It was only a matter of seconds from there before...
"Shit, I'm gonna cum, Steven," you called out, looking down to meet where he was already staring up at you, and speeding up his fingers and tongue's ministrations against you.
He held your stare once he felt your walls clench around his fingers and heard your moan melt into a scream.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK," you shouted as your orgasm slammed into you thanks to Steven's eager tongue and fingers.
Steven watched your chest slow its heaving when your climax subsided and removed his fingers but couldn't stop himself from licking the remnants of your release from your folds. It was as if he was trying to work you up to another orgasm.
"Shit Steven wait," you mewled, attempting to close your legs from overstimulation. But Steven used strength you'd never known him to have to shove your legs back open and hold them in place, clearly intent on tasting every bit of what you had to offer.
Your eyes widened. "Holy fuck," you removed both your hands from Steven's head and ran them over your face and boobs. He was driving you absolutely insane. If it weren't for his grip on your legs you would be trembling beneath him.
It wasn't long before a second orgasm crept up on you, one more powerful than the last. Your lips parted in a silent scream as your climax washed over your entire body, from your thighs to your feet, to the base of your fucking spine.
Steven couldn't help but stare as he cleaned you up for the last time with his tongue. He couldn't believe he got to see this. To make you feel like this.
Your high subsided soon after and you released a sharp exhale followed by a laugh of disbelief.
Steven moved from his position on his knees before you to hover above you on your bed. "You okay, love?" he questioned in concern
You responded to his question with a satisfied grin. "I'm great, Stevie," you spoke before meeting his lips in a sweet kiss, "But..."
Steven's face fell at your words. He slowly moved from above you to lay next to you, scared to meet your eyes. "I did something wrong didn't I? Or did I forget to do something? I'm sorry-" he rambled, immediately doubting himself.
But his words died in his throat when you turned and caressed his cheek with a hand, your grin still present on your face. "You did nothing wrong," you insisted, "That was no doubt one of the best orgasms of my entire life."
Steven looked away and laughed at your confession. "You don't have to say that to make me feel better."
"I mean it, Steven," your voice grew stern, "That was fucking incredible."
Steven couldn't even formulate a response.
"What I was going to say was," you broke his silence, "I promised you could do bad things to my body and you haven't done nearly enough for me," you ended with a smirk.
Steven grunted when he felt your fingertips run along his cock.
"Don't you want to fuck me, Steven?" you questioned innocently while completely wrapping your hand around and stroking Steven's dick.
He nodded quickly, his bottom lip held between his teeth as he tried not to react to how soft your hand felt around his painfully hard cock. "I do. So badly, love."
You released him and brought a hand over to grab Steven's neck before using your grip to pull him back to his previous position above you. "Then fuck me, Steven. I need you to fuck me," you whispered.
Steven wasted no time in grabbing his length and lining himself up with your entrance. "Are you sure?" he checked in with you once more.
You jerked your hip in the direction of his cock in an effort to fill yourself up but to no avail. You were so damn desperate you didn't care how you sounded. "Yes Steven, please, I need you to fill me up. Fill me up baby, c'mon," you whined hurriedly.
"Well who am I to deny you of what you want, love?" he replied before slowly guiding himself into you.
He immediately groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. "Heavens, love, you're so—aghh—tight," he grunted.
Your moans were never-ending as he sunk into you inch by inch. The stretch was briefly painful but it hurt so good you didn't care.Steven stopped halfway in and leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead. "You're taking me so well, sweetheart," he praised you.
You bit your lip at his praise. "More, Steven, keep going."
Steven obliged and fully sunk into you with one last push. Your moans mixed in the air at the sudden change. "You feel so good inside me Steven, oh my God-" you cried out.
You nearly choked on air when Steven slowly pulled out of your heat before slamming back into you.
"SHIT," you both cursed together before opening your eyes to look at each other.
"Faster, baby, I can take it I promise," you nodded, bringing your hands up to the sides of Steven's face. You even wrapped your legs around Steven's waist.
Steven took a deep breath before pulling out and rutting into you again, now establishing a pace. Which every thrust inside your cunt, Steven grazed your g-spot, effortlessly. It was as if you were built for his cock.
"Fuckin' love the way you fuck me, Steven," you mumbled as Steven set a brutal pace inside you.
Steven leaned down to press his forehead against yours as he continued to fuck you. Your breathing seemed to sync as he pulled out moan after moan from you.
His hands rested at the sides of your head but you could feel them inching closer to your neck.
Your pussy clenched around him at the thought of him choking you. Steven faltered in his thrusts in response. "Love you're squeezing me so hard I don't think I'm gonna last."
"Do it," you called out, tilting your head toward one of his hands.
"What?"
"I can see you thinking about it. Choke me, baby," your chest heaved as you felt your third orgasm of the night approaching.
Steven hesitated for a second before he stopped his thrusts and brought a shaky hand to wrap around your throat.
"I trust you, Steven," you spoke truthfully, "I want this too," you brought a hand to rest over Steven's briefly in reassurance.
Steven began roughly pounding you again with his hand now squeezing around your neck.
"Fuck yes, holy shit," you breathed out, feeling your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head with the newly added feeling of Steven's large hand wrapped around your throat. making you see stars.
Steven, although shocked by your immediate enjoyment of his secret guilty pleasure, took it as a sign to continue. So he trusted faster but made sure to maintain the same amount of pressure on your neck. He then got the idea to use his free hand to reach down and fiddle with your clit while fucking you.
You were instantly thrown over the edge. You came with as best a scream of Steven's name as you could manage with his hand still choking you. Chills ran down your spine while Steven slowed his thrusts inside you and waited for your orgasm to pass.
Eventually, you felt Steven release your neck and slowly begin to remove his cock from your cunt. You tightened your legs around his waist in protest. "Uh uh, we're not stopping till you come inside me, Steven," you demanded.
Steven loved the way you'd been taking control throughout all of this. He'd do anything you asked without a thought. "That's fine with me love," he nodded with a lopsided grin.
"Good," you deeply inhaled before using your hold on his waist to roll him onto his back, with you now straddling him.
You smiled at his shocked expression, which soon morphed into excitement. "You're bloody amazing," he grinned up at you.
You fought the heat that crawled onto your cheeks at his words and looked away with a smile. "Stop sweet talking me and fuck me, Steven."
He nodded quickly, "Yes ma'am." Steven slipped back into your entrance slowly.
But you grew impatient and fully sat down on his cock, loving how full he made you feel. Steven's cries met your ears soon after.
You grabbed his hands and placed each on one of your breasts before beginning to properly ride him. Steven heeded your directions and pawed at your chest while thrusting up to meet your hips.
His grunts soon became whimpers and whines as you rode him harder and faster, eager to make him cum.
"I'm almost there, love," he cried before sitting up and pulling you into his chest. His hands moved down to grip your waist where he guided you faster along his cock.
"There you go, Steven," you held his face against your own as his pace grew sloppy and his brown eyes slid shut.
"Cum for me, baby," you softly spoke with one last grind of your hips. Steven halted inside you with a broken sob of your name and filled you up with his warm release.
You moaned at the feeling of his spend coating your inner walls and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head. "You did so good Steven."
"I love you," his eyes finally opened while he panted, looking up at you with vulnerable eyes as if scared that you wouldn't feel the same after what you had just done together.
"I love you too," you replied without hesitation. You gently shoved Steven onto his back and followed suit, laying down on his chest as you gently removed his softening cock from inside you. You felt his hands move to wrap around your body soon after, bringing you further into his body.
Steven was the first to speak after some time. "I think you're the best thing that's happened to me in a really long time," he admitted, turning to look at you, not at all phased by the exhaustion in your features.
You leaned up to meet Steven in a heated kiss. He tightened his hold on you and met your lips with equal fervor. You pulled away reluctantly and looked down at his face with furrowed brows as you used a hand to trace his jaw and swollen lips. "Where have you been hiding my entire life, Steven Grant?"
"Haven't been hiding, love. I've just been here waiting for you."
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WHEW! This ABSOLUTELY got away from me holy shit. 6k words? yeah, not the plan at all. But hey it's definitely something considering that I haven't been able to sit down and write anything till tonight.
So I really do hope you enjoyed it.
(Lemme go look back through my requests and see what else I can cook up.)
Tags: Steven Grant x Reader x Marc Spector x Jake Lockley, yeah that's right they're all here baby, afab!fem!reader, oral and fingering (f!recieving), unprotected piv (wrap it irl I am begging you), edging, crying during sex, orgasm denial (w/c: 1.3K)
A/N: Yeah that's right the boys are back in town, and by that I mean all three moonboys. They're all little shits and I adore them (For Kinktober, I've been using this list from flightlessangelwings!)
You think that you’re finally wearing Steven down.
He’s been at this for hours now, you think, burying himself between your thighs and losing himself like he never wants to leave. He’s fucking incessant when he gets you like this, licking at your cunt until his eyes have glazed over and he’s grinding slowly into the bedsheets. He moans when you tug at his hair, the vibrations from it going up your spine.
“Fuck, Steven, I need-” you moan, your chest heaving with the way Steven sucks your clit into his mouth, licking at you in a way that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your hips hump into his face, chasing the sensation. “I can’t, fuck, I’m gonna- think I’m gonna-”
He pulls his face away just like that, watching as you shout, your hips grinding into nothing but air as your pleasure and your orgasm dissipate. He holds your thighs apart and just looks at the way you tremble, his eyes wide and a blush high on his face.
“That’s it, darling, so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, and you grind your teeth together. This is the third time, the third fucking time, he’s done that. Gotten you so close, your body locking up and threatening to fall off that precipice, before he pulls himself away, leaving you with nothing.
It’s fucking maddening, and Steven just watches, squeezing at his thick cock as it aches between his legs.
“Please, Steven,” you whine, high pitched and needy. “Need you to let me cum, fuck, please let me cum.” You sound so pitiful, so desperate, that Steven’s eyes soften at your begging.
“Oh, I know, love,” he murmurs, sliding a thick finger up the seam of your cunt. “Need it so bad, yeah? It’s okay, darling, I’ll let you cum,”
You nearly sob with relief when he leans back down and sucks your clit into his mouth, sinking two fingers into your entrance. He’s relentless, playing with your clit with his tongue, nudging the tips of his fingers into a little spot inside of you that makes you want to cry. Your orgasm surges back up inside you without warning, and you can’t fucking breathe.
You brace yourself for him to do it again, to pull away when you start babbling, “Gonna cum, fuck, please let me cum,” between heaving moans. But Steven doesn’t let up, doesn’t slow down, and you start to smile with the fact that he’s actually going to let you have it this time without pulling away.
Except, he does pull away.
You cry out as Steven’s head shoots up from between your legs again, but you can only watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw clenched.
Marc looks up at you from his place between your thighs, a cocky little smirk playing at his lips.
“Oh baby,” he says, and his voice is gruff, dark, so unlike Steven’s. “You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” You gasp for air as Marc sinks a third finger into you, and he grins.
“So pretty when you’re almost fucking there, sweetheart,” Marc murmurs, and he leans close to brush his lips against yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Whining, pleading for us to just let you cum. Steven was going to let it happen, put an end to your misery, but me?” He fucks his hand into you so hard that you choke on a moan. “I like seeing you squirm.”
And the process starts over again.
Marc fucks you on his fingers without a hint of remorse, driving into your g-spot in violent, debilitating thrusts that have you reeling.
You get so close so many fucking times, over and over and over again, your body drawn tight with the overwhelming need to cum. You beg, plead, gripping the bedsheets so hard that you fear you might tear them. But Marc. Doesn’t. Stop.
Every time he feels it, that tell-tale tightening of your body, hears the way you start to go quiet as you focus on finally falling over that precipice, he pulls his hand out of you without any finesse, any mercy.
Around the third time he does it, you really do start to cry, sobbing for Marc to finally let you cum, that you need it so bad it hurts.
“Can’t- it’s too much, Marc, please, please let me, need it so ba-ad,” you hiccup through your moans, tears bubbling up in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.
Marc leans down and kisses them away, cooing at you as he grinds the calloused tips of his fingers into the most sensitive parts of your cunt.
“Okay, sweet girl, I’ve got you, come on,” he murmurs, his thumb coming up to press against your clit, grinding little circles into it and sending you fucking flying. “Don’t cry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank-” you’re in the middle of thanking him, practically tasting your orgasm on your desperate tongue, when Marc’s eyes roll back, and his hand rips away from your cunt.
“No,” you whine, choking on your tears as your body quakes beneath his, “no, no, please.” You’re practically hysterical, desperate for it after so fucking long, after Steven and Marc have shredded you apart.
“Princesa,” Jake grins down above you, unmistakable with his dark gaze and a smile that is purely fucking primal, feral. “If you think you’re going to cum on anything but my cock, you’re wrong.”
And you can only gasp at Jake notches the thick, leaking head of his cock against your gaping entrance, and shoves himself in to the hilt.
You scream, your back bending into an obscene arch as he fills you up so perfectly.
“Jake, Jake,” you sob through labored breaths, “I can’t, it’s been, I don’t know how long it’s been, please, please. I need to cum, fuck, ‘m begging.”
“Oh, my beautiful girl,” Jake croons, “Of course you can.”
Of course you can. Like you’ve had permission all along, like it was that easy. Like you haven’t been broken apart by each of them, over and over again, reduced to a sobbing, shaking mess beneath their body.
He’s only one, two thrusts in, but you’re coming anyway, screaming with it as tears flow down your cheeks. Your entire body locks up with it, your cunt squeezing tight around Jake’s cock in rhythmic pulses that have him clutching painfully at your hips. Sweet, sweet relief fills your body, like water in a desert, the sun after a hurricane. It’s fucking bliss, incomparable, absolutely debilitating.
“Mierda, that’s fucking beautiful, fuck,” Jake growls, and he presses into your body so deep you think you can feel it in your stomach, and pumps you full of his cum. “Good girl,” you hear him mutter, “Good fucking girl,” before darkness grows into the edges of your vision and quickly swallowing it whole, leaving you to fall into pitch black oblivion.
When you finally come back to yourself, you feel warm, safe. It’s no surprise to you, since you usually feel that way in this flat, in this bed.
“I didn’t fucking kill her, Steven,” you hear Jake growl. “She’s breathing just fine. And don’t act innocent, you and I both know that you worked her just as hard as Marc and I did.”
“And you all better pamper me,” you croak, still refusing to open your eyes, “As soon as I take a nap.”
“Hermosa,” you hear Jake breathe, and you feel his lips press to your forehead. You crack open your eyes to meet Jake’s gaze, his eyes wide and more worried than he usually lets on. “Are you alright? You- you passed out.” he asks, and you giggle.
“Never been better,” you murmur. “But any of you try that shit again, it’s no sex for a fucking year.”
Jake grins in that roguish way that makes your heart flutter. "As if you could resist any of us for that long, mi vida."
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): its very important for him that you spend some time simply relaxing after both of you are done, preferably with a long warm bath where he'll help you wash up and maybe even doze off while the water is still warm
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): its cheesy but he loves your eyes , he wants you staring straight at him no matter what, will stop everything if you break eye contact with him, it's one single order, you can follow that much right?
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): loves tasting himself on your lips
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): definitely enjoys sloppy drunk sex when you are both slightly tipsy and your heads hazy , he is also definitely rougher with you in those moments, looser with his tongue as well , slurring filthy whispers in your ear and the next day pretending he forgot about them even if the mischievious glint in his eyes tells you otherwise
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): he has a decent amount of experience but won’t really brag about it
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he likes having you on his lap, either facing him or with your back to his chest, leaving his hands free to roam over every inch of you
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): wants you both to be relaxed during these sort of moments, might tease you about him not doing a good enough job distracting you if you can still laugh but from the way his eyes light up you can tell he genuinely enjoys your laughter and how comfortable you are around him
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): might trim once in a while but is generally forgetful about such things
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he is very passionate, holds your hands, kisses all over your body ,calls you soft nicknames , definitely a charmer when he wants to be
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): i can see him as being into mutual masturbation, watching each other, his eyes drinking in the sight of you as he works himself closer and closer to his orgasm, finishing right as his name tumbles from your lips along with your own orgasm, its almost romantic
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): pretty vanilla
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): a private room with a comfortable bed, has definitely learned to not be picky as long as you have privacy, always makes sure the door is locked though
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): a relaxing night where you two just sit comfortably, not having to worry about the world for a few hours ,just talking and sharing a drink or two, the way banter flows between you two, how as the night progresses you both get closer and closer, he can’t help but wonder how the night will end for the both of you and when you finally make the move and kiss, your fate is sealed
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): hurt you, having sex leaves you both in a very vulnerable position so he would hate having that trust broken by hurting you even accidentally, he treats you like porcelain, like fine china
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): i know this man likes having you ride his face, he wants you to grind against his tongue, scoffs if you try to hover over him
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): he is all about lazier more relaxed and slow sex, he rolls his hips and grinds himself against you while sighing against your hair, might stop midway and have you simply cockwarm him
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): not a big fan of them, is so often on the road for missions so he just wants to be able to relax around you and take his time, lazy sex is important to him
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): he is willing to listen to you and try out things if you ask, but its mostly for your pleasure because at this point of his life he has figured out what he likes and it falls in the more vanilla side of things
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he knows exactly how to properly pace himself, usually goes for one long round with a lot of foreplay and switching up positions in between though
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): a big fan of them, really big on giving you pleasure so anything that will intensify that, he is more than happy to use, would probably enjoy one of the buttplugs with tails
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he will drag his fingers over you, feather light until you beg for him to touch you properly, he’ll chuckle about using your words to tell him exactly what you need and only then give you what you so desperately need
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he is surprisingly loud in the throes of pleasure when he is comfortable with someone, he also tends to chuckle as he gets close, breathlessly laughing, his lips quirking up in a smirk as he hisses through his teeth and groans
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): i can see him as being a fan of mirror sex and body worship, having you in front of a mirror as he whispers praise in your ear having you look at yourself as he uses his fingers, describing exactly and explicitly what he is doing to you, how your body reacts, praising your beauty
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): average in general but slightly on the longer side with a slight curve to the side
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): very in control of his needs but he does have wandering eyes, you usually can't tell because he is quick to avert his gaze unless he wants to get caught by you
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): its very important for him that you fall asleep together, he needs to know you are safe in his arms, he holds you close until he is sure you are asleep then he tucks you in and slowly turns to sleep on his side
No one asked for this but guess what none of you are safe form my current obsessions :)
Grog Strongjaw:
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Initially, you’ll have to explain what aftercare is to him because he has absolutely no idea what it is. He’s never had to do it at any of those houses he gets lady favours from, so teaching him about it would throw him off a little. However, once he knows what he’s doing and how to cater to you properly after sex, he loves it. His goal with being together with you is to protect, love and care for you, so to be able to do that after having sex with you!?!? He’s all for it. He especially likes to give you a bath afterwards, sitting happily in front of you as he washes your body down.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On you, he’s caught between your ass and your thighs. He loves being between them both, and they’re both soft and undeniably kissable and make for great pillows, but he just can’t decide which he likes better. Placing kisses, bites, and spanking them fills him with such raw need that he hardly knows what to do with himself. Honestly, he could probably cum from just having his head between either and having you give him a little squeeze every now and then.
On him, he likes his chest the most. It’s wide and the perfect blend of muscle and fat, so it makes it a perfect place for you to take a nap. He loves it when you cuddle on top of him, your head resting on his pecs and his arms wrapped around your waist. But most of all, he loves it when you leave scratches or bite marks on his chest when you two are going at it. He’ll wear every mark you give him with pride (and will definitely rub it in Scanlan’s face as well).
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Listen… Listen, Grog is a goliath, okay. He’s a big man, so it’s only fitting that his loads are big as well. Each of his loads could easily fill a ¼ cup and he absolutely loves to watch it pour out of your holes each time he cums inside you. As soon as he pumps everything he has into you, he’s pulling out and spreading your legs so he can watch the show and will absolutely eat you out after he’s made a mess of your poor bullied cunt.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Likes to be dominated every now and again, especially if you’re stronger than him (or even if you somehow overpowered him and got the upper hand) and catch him by surprise. He will be at your mercy and will obey everything you do when you’re on top, gritting his teeth as he fights to stay calm as you tease him. FInds it incredibly sexy when you keep eye contact with him too when you both are like this and probably won’t last long either since he’s so turned on by you dominating him.
I also want to say that another dirty secret of his is that he’s also a pillow princess when you’re dominating him and being particularly rough with him. He’ll start to tear up and bite into the pillows or sheets when your teasing starts to overwhelm him and he is not afraid to beg for you to let him cum. (though he will punch Vax in the face if he brings it up)
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s pretty experienced in fucking, but not exactly love making. He and Scanlan often go to pleasure houses together just to get off and when they do its all just quick fucks. It isn’t until he meets you that he starts to have sex as a way to express his love for you and even though he may be dimwitted, he is a quick learner when it comes to what pleases you. He will know exactly how you like to be touched and what drives you wild after the first lesson and he’ll make sure to remind him of what you taught him everytime you both are between the sheets.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
Doggy style. Likes the angle and the view of your ass when you’re in this position. He also can mercilessly piston his hips into you from above, adding more weight and power to his thrusts so he can hear you make those pretty whines and noises he loves.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
When isn’t this man goofy? Takes every opportunity to make you laugh or giggle, especially when his tongue is inches deep in your pussy because, as grog would say, “It makes your pussy tighten up on my tongue and it feels really nice.”
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
I don’t think Grog grows much hair in general and if he tried, it would take a very long time for him to do so, so he’s just all bald all around. Kind of likes it more that way too because he gets a clear view of his cock, especially when he’s balls deep inside of you. He also thinks it feels better because when you’re riding him, he can feel your soft lips rubbing against his pelvis and it drives him crazy.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
He’s completely present during the moment, wholly focused on you and making you feel good and laugh. He wants you to enjoy yourself and the feeling of him inside you just as much as he enjoys it. It doesn’t matter where you both do it or when, he will always make sure that you’re having a good time, feeling as much pleasure as possible and letting you know just how much he loves you.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He doesn’t really do it too often. He didn’t do it much before you and does it even less when you both are in a relationship. However, when he does touch himself, everyone within a 10 mile radius will know what he’s doing. Not only does he have no shame about touching himself, but he does so angrily. By this, I just mean that he’s so frustrated from being so horny and not having a proper outlet to relieve himself that he quite literally has to take matters into his own hands. Lots of grunting and cursing, sounds of his bed creaking and wood splintering. Even after he’s made himself cum he still remains pretty frustrated because he could have had you doing for him instead.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Cockwarming
Praise
Pegging (don’t tell Vax)
Thigh Fucking
Anal
Biting/marking
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
He could care less where he bumps uglies just as long as you’re comfortable. This big guy has no shame about being naked or having sex, so he’s game jsut as long as you are. But if he had to pick a favourite place, it would be in the kitchen. He wants to bend you over the table (which just so happens to be in the sport where Percy likes to sit) and will fuck you stupid on it. Afterwards, whenever everyone comes into the kitchen, he’ll be happily sitting in his spot with you next to him whilst his friend’s try to figure out what that pungent smell is and why Percy’s spot is damp. With the grin on Grog’s face and a raging blush on yours, it doesn’t take long for them all to figure it out.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
That ass girl. If he sees even just a sliver of it, he’s going to be staring and ready to go. Gods forbid you’re wearing leather training pants because then we won’t be able to concentrate on much of anything. Your ass just looks too good in them and he’s going to want to put his hands on you and whisk you away so he can get a better, up close and personal look at your ass in those pants.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Sharing. He will never let another person touch you the way he does and doesn’t want to be with anyone else other than you. His axe, body, and soul belongs to you and you alone and would be heartbroken if you ever suggested adding someone to your “private party”.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Doesn’t like receiving much for two main reasons, both of which were discovered at the same time. The first being he can’t fit into your mouth comfortably enough and he doesn’t want to hurt you (or have you accidentally bite Captain Winky). When you first decided to give him head you had struggled so much, your jaw getting tired every couple of seconds and cramping up. Second reason is that he cums way too much for you to handle. Despite your jaw hurting, you wanted to pleasure him and continued to use your mouth as best you could ot get him off, and when he finally did and you tried to swallow it all, you almost drowned. You were choking and sputtering all over his cock and he thought it was pretty hot at first, but then realised that your face was turning kind of blue. Let’s just say that it was very awkward after Pike had healed you.
He likes giving a lot. Being between your thighs is his safe space, and getting lost in your taste is his favourite pastime. His tongue is perfectly wide and his lips are thick and soft and they feel so good working at your puffy cunt. He’s a slurper and feels his cock twitch each and every time he hears himself feasting on you.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He likes to take his time with you, to enjoy the feel of your body being so in need of his and his for yours. His thrusts are slow but fluid and deliberate, wanting to feel every detail of your gummy, cum slickened walls against his cock.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He likes quickies and will have some with you every now and again when you guys are travelling or just need to get some quick, sweet relief, but he would rather have more time with you.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Big man is down for anything as long as you are. Like I said before, he has no shame when it comes to sex and his body and will do just about anything for the sake of getting you both off. However, he’s smart enough to know not to do things that could potentially make you leave him, like cheating or flirting with other people.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
My mans can go on for hours if you let him. When it comes to your body and pleasure, this man will never tire. Even when he does reach his limit, his cockhead purple and his stomach cramping up, he’s still going to push himself further to get you to come around him one more time. Doesn’t care if you both are overstimulated and drooling, the thought of getting at least one more orgasm out of you is the only thing that is going to be on his mind and he won’t stop until he gets what he wants.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Big fat no, that’s all.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn’t tease much, at least not intentionally. This goes back to him wanting to get as many orgasms as he can out of you before he’s satisfied. He’ll ignore your pleas to give you a break so you can catch your breath or if he does answer them, he’ll only give you a few seconds to do so before his mouth or cock is back in you. He just can’t help himself, once he gets a taste of you, he wants to get his fill and this man is a bottomless pit.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He can get pretty loud in the bedroom. He isn’t afraid to express how he feels, especially when you’re the one making him feel so good. He’s all loud, long groans and deep grunts. Every action he makes is followed by a deep rumbling in his chest that makes your whole body vibrate when he’s impaling you on his girthy cock.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He likes it when you play with his cock, both sexually and nonsexually. He just likes the feeling of your hands on it and will sometimes just randomly put your hand into his pants and ask you to just hold or play with it. When it’s more of an ‘innocent’ playing, he won’t get all that hard, he’ll just sit there and relish in the feeling of your soft hands and fingers wrapped around his shaft or playing with his balls. When its the less innocent kind of playing, he’ll have a grin on his face, cock hard and legs spread to give him better leverage to thrust his hips up into your hands.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
I know that this x-ray is usually to talk about peens and as much as I’d love to talk about his, I think we all already know what it would be like so I’m going to talk about this blue himbo’s ass. It is so well defined and round and absolutely bitable and spankable. He works out a lot so it’s only natural that he has a nice ass and thick thighs to boot. Much like how he is obsessed over your thighs and ass, you’re obsessed over his too. It’s just so round and well shaped that you can’t help but give it a nice slap when you walk past him and he will happily return the favour.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
His sex drive is normal for an adult male. He’s usually ready to go if you tell him you’re in the mood, but he doesn’t actively seek out sex 24/7.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesn’t get too tired after sex with you. More than anything he’s a mixture of both very content and a little sad. He’s happy he was able to pleasure you as much as he did and he loved the way you made him feel, but he just wishes he could do it a bit longer before you both go to sleep. After he’s taken care of you and given you a well deserved bath, he’ll place you on top of his chest and stroke your back lovingly, asking you what you liked most about your session until you both fall asleep.
Hi could you do more piccolo x reader Headcanons? Pls and ty
Dating Piccolo Headcanons
(Includes 18+)
• He doesn't like it when you go AWOL and don't respond to his texts for a long amount of time. Once, you fell asleep midday and he got so concerned you found him standing (rather stoicly) outside you front door.
• Piccolo LOVES it when you run your hands up his neck. That IS A Namekians reproduction organ, after all.
• Sometimes, he can be a little TOO serious. While you both played Mario Kart he began monolguing on how this was 'pointless and unrealistic' - but that's probably because he was losing.
• Piccolo is obsessed with your thighs. Digging his dark nails into them, rubbing his large palm in circles against your plush skin- your thighs are enough for his ear tips to flush lilac.
• His vline is utterly intoxicating when he's roaming around the house shirtless in the hot summer heat. When he moves, all the muscles in his lower stomach tense and move with his hips. The same muscles tense when you manage to coax an organ out of him.
• You're obsessed with rhe way he bares his fangs. When he's annoyed at a particularly tough thing he's doing, when he's training, when he's irritated, when he's.. spilling over your fist- *cough cough*
• Piccolo tries not to get soft around you- but some nights he cuddles up into your chest and speaks a little softer than usual.
• He LOVES having sex outdoors. He can ping your clothes into lingerie at any given moment and bend you over a boulder whenever her wants.
Thoughts on who breeding kink in the show? Personally I think poe, chuuya & nikolai are all sluts for it 😞
Author's Note: What a fascinating request 👀 — I wrote some brief HCs on how each character likes to be bred specifically ❤️
Pairings: Poe, Chuuya, Nikolai, Atsushi, Kunikida, Tecchou, Fukuzawa x male reader (separately)
Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!characters, breeding kink, rough sex, clingy sex, mentions of knocking the guys up
Poe
Despite his shy nature, Poe prefers rough breeding
Like, bed creaking, sweaty, clingy, completely exhausted afterwards type of sex
He's always holding onto you somehow; clinging to your chest, holding your arms, wrapping his legs around your waist so that you can't slip out, to make sure that your cum stays deep inside ofc
When you're finished, Poe will be pretty out of it. Which gives you the opportunity to take extra good care of him 🤎
Chuuya
One word; DOGGYSTYLE
You will change positions a lot, but you'll end up fucking Chuuya from behind more often than not
Bro is VOCAL. One minute he's growling at you to go deeper, then he's whining like a little girl
He definitely uses his special ability to keep you inside of him. Can't let any cum spill out, now can we?
Chuuya arches his back so beautifully while you rail him. Just, unf 😩
Nikolai
Ahegao face. That is all~
Nikolai is probably the sluttiest out of this bunch, especially when it comes to breeding
Begs for you to fill him with your babies; moaning so sweetly for you and rutting his hips with you like a good boy
He is also the most, uh... forceful? out of the group. For lack of a better term
The kind of guy that would tie you down and bounce on your cock until he passes out
And also the kind of guy who makes you fill him up again because you just have to make sure he'll get pregnant, you know?
Atsushi
Put him in a mating press PLEASE?! 🥺
Our little tiger has a size kink too; so he likes to feel small and powerless when you rail him and cream his little hole 🤍
A mix of rough and soft sex works perfectly for Atsushi. He needs to know that you really love him when you breed him
Lots of kissing and leaning your foreheads together, giggling and nipping at his sensitive neck, whispering how you just can't get enough of his tight ass, etc etc etc
Kunikida
Is it really any surprise that Kunikida has this kink?
He wants kids someday, so of course you need to fuck him deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and d-
Missionary breeding with a touch of humiliation as you turn Kunikida into your pliant cum dump 💛
Tecchou
The most well-behaved out of the bunch (though Atsushi is a close second)
Tecchou begs so sweetly — so needy for you to turn him into your wifey ❤️
Definitely the most passionate out of the bunch too. His entire world is just you! You, as your hips meet his over and over. You, as a river of sticky cum floods his insides. You, as your hands cup Tecchou's face, kissing him for the nth time tonight
Fukuzawa
This old man wasn't even into breeding until he met you
But you showed him how lovely it feels to be fucked stupid, surrounded by his lover's scent on the sheets while you make him feel needed
Also extremely passionate even when you get rough with him
Hand holding, intensely making out, moaning, whining, blushing. All things that you can expect while you knock Fukuzawa up again and again and again
a/n: i keep writing drabbles of aku jorking it... i like speed wrote this so forgive errors plz
genre: MDNI this is smut. gn!reader, pillow humping, aku has a bit of a corruption kink (he doesn't know it yet). i wrote this in mind with aku being relatively new to sex. my hc is aku is the kind of guy who feels sexual shame or at least gets a bit embarrassed about it... he's new to it aight
summary: he jorks it part 2 >>> if u wanna read him jork it part1..
He'd never admit it– never, not in a million years. But Akutagawa is clingy, ever so attached to you, and since you started dating, he can't seem to get enough of you. Tonight, without you warming his bed, he's just so restless.
Your pillow is between his pale thighs, the blanket that smells faintly of your lavender shampoo gently pressed to his nose. It's a little perverted, he'll admit, but he can't help it– he just misses you so much. Why'd you have to work so late tonight? Don't you know how cold his body gets when you're not around?
Really, his hips move on their own. It's shallow thrusts at first as he molds himself against your pillow, as he lets it take your shape. With his eyes shut, it might as well be you there with how soft it feels against his body; and now, he's warming up all over, heat stirring in the pit of his belly and traveling up the tips of his ears. His fingers clutch the blanket closer, and he inhales a little deeper, chasing after your scent, reminiscing about the last time you were tangled in these sheets with him– the quiet cries you made with every grind of your hips, the flushing indents in your skin as he sunk his nails into your plush thighs. You always kiss him like he's everything, throw your arms around his back and trace 'I love you's' into his spine when you cum. He can always count on your cheeks to be stained with tears when you're finished–
You make him feel so treasured, so cared for, the gentle way you make love to him.
–but god, does he want to ruin you sometimes.
How embarrassing.
Now, he lets out a strangled noise, one that comes from the back of his throat, coughs as he pulls his boxers down to the top of his thighs. His face is hot, heart beating fast in his chest as he stares down at the fleshy pink tip that's already leaking with precum. He can't help it; tonight, he feels needier than ever.
He shuts his eyes and scoffs.
Then, reaching for himself, he smears the precum over the sensitive tip, shuddering at the way it sends it a pulse throughout his whole body and makes his hips lurch forward. It feels too good to stop– when it comes to you, it's always just too good to stop. Gathering the blankets at the edge of the bed, he lets his mind roam; he lets them wander a little farther than he feels he maybe should.
His thoughts are filled with images of you and all the ways he'd like to have you– the soft plush of your ass and how pretty you'd look on your knees, splayed out underneath him with his fingers buried bruisingly in your flesh; how good it felt last time to hear your tiny moans turn to whines and choked-out sobs of 'yes, yes, yes,' and that sickeningly sweet feeling that stirred inside him when he realized he'd been just a little too rough with you. And it's not long until he's rutting into the pillow like he's possessed, selfish and unyielding, fucking it like he's fucking you instead–
–but of course, he can't let his precious angel know this is who he really is. That this is what he might mean when he says he wants to give you his all.
Then, your small voice comes as an echo from the kitchen; you're earlier than expected.
"Ryū? I'm home."
–And before he knows it, he's made a complete mess of himself.
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