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kurusick · 6 months

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Can you please write a smug where Mike takes the readers virginity

♡ was i good?

NSFW!mike schmidt x reader

tags- SMUT/NSFW!!, loss of virginity, mike helps you through it, whimpering and moaning.., riding, neck kisses.., a bit of fluff at the end, MIKE GETS TO CREAM TOO!!!!!!! 😡

an: i am sitting like an evil villain this is a wonderful idea thank you… on another note count how many times i said cock in this lmfao😭

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you had known mike for a while now, moving in next door a few months ago. you walked over and gave him cookies, meeting his little sister and instantly connecting. you started coming over every night, watching abby, cooking dinner, and tidying the house while he was away. you were his personal house wife. he liked that; almost as much as he liked you.

mike had dropped abby off at school, and you had come by to pick up one of the dishes you had used to bring over dinner. you walked in, giving a quick “hey” as you walked to the kitchen. mikes eyes followed you. you were wearing shorts and a tank. you rummaged through the kitchen, bending over in the dishwasher to look for your container. mike was floored. he had never seen you like this, usually wearing jeans and a t shirt. but shorts ? he could clearly see the outline of your pussy. he rested a hand on his mouth, having a mental battle in his head.

“mike i can’t find the dish…” you called, half embarrassed. you swore you had put it in the dishwasher before you left, but it was no where to be found. mike emerged in the kitchen, his hands resting on his crotch. you paid no mind.

you turned to mike, asking a simple “where is it” to which he replied “oven.” you nodded opening the oven door, bending down in-front of him to finally grab the pan. you heard mike audibly sigh, you turned and stood, confused. he was biting his lip and his hand were now gripping his crotch. your eyes grew wide.

“mike-“ you were cut off “i’m sorry i just, those shorts and that shirt- i mean tank, whatever it is it’s just-“ he sighed, half expecting you to yell at him. you did the exact opposite. “i mean.. i could, try? and.. help.” mike blinked in shock. you walked closer to him, moving his hands from his cock and placing one of your own, the other resting on his shoulder. “i.. haven’t done this before.” you blabbed, trying to tear off the bandaid. you were never one to be interested in sex… but sex with mike ? jesus you would cross the ocean to have sex with him.

“i can.. guide you” he whispered, placing his hands on your hips. you nodded and he led you his room, pulling off his pants. you did the same. he sat on the bed, patting his lap. he was rock hard. you climbed ontop of him, knees resting on either side of his thighs. mike took his cock in his hand, lining it up with ur entrance.

“tell me if it hurts, okay?” you nodded, slowly lowering yourself onto him. you felt his tip press against your hole and ur mind half blanked. he wasn’t even inside and it already felt amazing. you lowered yourself more, until the entire head was in. you were panting, half drooling. mike felt so good in you.

“f-fuckk you’re tight.” his breath hitched as you lowered yourself more, his girth stretching you out. you felt so full and he wasn’t even fully inside. mike couldn’t hold on any longer and bucked into you, letting his full length finally be sheathed inside your pussy. you moaned, grabbing his shoulders as your pussy pulsed around him. he was stretching out your cunt so good.

“you ok?” he whispered in ur ear, rubbing circles into your back. you nodded, and mike slowly started to fuck you. his hands were on ur hips, bouncing you up and down. it was slow, but god it felt amazing.

mikes head was burrowed in ur neck, kissing and nipping at any skin his mouth could latch onto. all you could do was whine as mike had his way with you.

“god.. so pretty on my cock.. can’t believe i get to have you first..” you moaned. mike was making you feel so good it was almost unbearable. everything was so hot and the way he was stretching you out made you want to scream. mike removed one of his hands from your hips, placing his thumb on your clit to rub circles. you saw stars. “m-mike..” you whined, feeling your release. mike sucked your neck and replied with a hum, fucking into you faster. your pussy clenched around him and you came, hard.

mike fucked you through it, and your body was starting to feel like jelly. “just a little more okay? just- so close baby… i’m so fucking close” mike mumbled into your neck, whimpering. his thrusts became sloppy as he spewed into your sopping cunt, painting your walls white. you let out a broken moan, feeling his hot seed inside you. you felt so full of him.

you were both panting. mike had pulled back from your neck, looking you in the eye. your stomach felt fuzzy. he still managed to be so cute even when he’d just fucked you.

you smiled, leaning in for a quick kiss, pulling away and breaking the silence.

“was i good?”

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#five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt x reader #x reader #fnaf #mike schmidt #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt fnaf #smut #mike schmidt fnaf movie #90s

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bravo4iscool · 3 months

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Could you maybe make a comfort one with Simon or Soap please? Like the reader has trauma and gets triggered by something and has a panic attack? If not that's okay! You don't have to! <33

but what if i did both👀? hehehehehehehe

this is an amazing idea! since you didn‘t mention if reader is civilian or military i‘ll go with military… but technically this could also be civilian lol

all i know about ptsd i know because one of the main characters of my favourite series (ray perry from seal team) struggled with ptsd after he was taken hostage. i’m in no way a expert about this whole topic or anything else…

reader‘s call sign is „venom“. and for the love of god idk how to imitate a scottish accent, so please don’t hate me cuz i didn‘t do it🧍🏼

btw IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG! i’m in my final 10 weeks of school and it’s so stressful😭😭

(masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

john „soap“ mactavish

soap didn‘t know that something was off. he suspected something—maybe—but he wasn‘t 100% sure. so, when you start to disassociate, your pupils dilating he at first wasn‘t sure how to act.

„ey, ey!“ he nudges your shoulder, a visible frown on his face. „venom? venom, hey!“ you don’t answer, your gaze darting around the room.

he waits another second, wondering if you’ll answer but then it clicks and he knows what’s going on. you’re having a ptsd period.

he carefully stepped away from you and looks around. he needs to find out what exactly triggered you. “i’m gonna step away for a second, okay?” he tells you, taking one step after the other.

your head twitches but you don’t answer, only stumble back a little bit. soap wasn‘t unfamiliar with ptsd, ghost suffered from it too, but he didn‘t know you had to fight it. you‘ve always acted to strong and put together, so what was your trigger?

„soap?“ your weak, rasp voice calls out for him and immediately he’s beside you again, his hand reaching out for you. „soap, don‘t go,“ you plead, your hands shaking when you grasp him, your knuckles white and your grip bruising. you choke out a, „don‘t leave me.“ and he promises he won‘t.

„i‘m here,“ he assures you, carefully and gently removing your hands from his arms and placing them around his waist so he can properly hug you. „i won‘t leave; ever.“

you sink into the hug, your hands crunching up his shirt with your grip. you were save, no? you were safe…

you weren’t…there. you were here; with soap. he was holding you, keeping you sane. you didn’t need to worry about anything.

he’d keep you safe.

simon “ghost” riley

the moment simon realizes you’re having another ptsd episode he’s beside you, his hand hovering over your cheek.

“stay w’me, venom,” he murmurs, his gaze searching for yours. “c’mon… stay w’me.”

when you make no sign to move he slowly exogenous his hand so it fully cups your cheek and he pulls you close.

your hands slightly tremble and you look at him with blown eyes. your breath is staggered and you feel this familiar yet unwanted rustling in your ears. you want it to stop.

“take deep breaths love,” simon instructs you as he cradles you hand in his to hold it against his chest. “j’st like i do.”

tears start to gather in your eyes while you try to focus on simon but your thoughts were screaming at you, dragging you down that hole you didn’t want to drown in.

“y’doin’ amazing,” he whispers in a gentle voice, his other hand pulling your heard against his chest with careful hands. “j’st like that. perfect.”

you let out a couple of chocked hiccups as you try to relax against simon’s body, doing all the tasks therapy taught you.

“‘m sorry,” you swallow in a voice rough from crying.

“no, none of that,” simon frowns. “y’doin’ exactly what y’were taught.” his one hand tightens over your that’s laying on his chest, his other he buries in your hair. with a careful movement he places his chin on top of your head.

“d’nt ever apologize f’havin’ problems,” he tells you in a quiet voice, his hold on you tightening.

he’d never let you go.

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devilfic · 1 month

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Reading right place, right time and found myself kicking my feet and twirling my hair at the thought of Bruce writing about the surgeon in his diary after their first encounter . 🥺😂 (Sorry, I’m being silly) 😭 but I really do wonder what he wrote. Would he have added any personal thoughts of his own or keep it about his routine? 🤔 sorry for this weird message. I love your writing 💕

this is not weird at ALL. I've been itching to talk about this! unlike in where two are joined, I'm trying not to tell any of it from bruce's perspective so that the reader can be immersed in their own pov. therefore,,, this gives me an excuse :)

when bruce gets home, he is not thinking about his diary.

in an uncharacteristic turn of events, he puts his body first and passes out on the couch in the terminus. he gets about an hour or two of sleep, something he deprived himself of in your apartment out of fear of letting down his guard.

he sort of jolts awake after that second hour, thinking that he had fallen asleep in your home. his chest heaves as he gathers his surroundings, registers the pain in his side, unaware of the hour. it takes him a few minutes to collect himself and then he's pulling off his suit piece by piece, assessing the damage at his desk. to his surprise, your stitches have held together pretty well. he pops a few main meds and pulls out his journal.

Wednesday, November 16th.

I made a miscalculation with the smugglers. The weapons they're moving are military grade, and from the communications I was able to intercept, they've got several buyers I can't afford to let get their hands on these guns.

I managed to put a dent in their inventory tonight, but for every shipment I hit, there are two more I miss. I can't be everywhere at once, which means I can't afford to lose momentum. I can't let up.

I sustained injuries from tonight including one gunshot wound. I was able to remove the bullet once I found somewhere safe to retreat, but the wound was worse than I anticipated and I struggled to keep the bleeding at bay. I made another mistake and intended on finding a place to rest—a nearby apartment I assumed to be empty—where I could at least stop the bleeding and send Alfred my location. But someone was there. Before I could escape, I passed out from the blood loss.

I must've been out for a few minutes. This stranger could have unmasked me, and I'm still not entirely sure they hadn't. Regardless, they were a doctor. They managed to stitch me up, and after some convincing, I rested in their apartment for the next three hours. I had no intention to, but I'm certain I wouldn't be writing this now if I hadn't done so. If it wasn't for them, I would be

I was desperate. I realize that now. I put myself and potentially someone else in danger. Someone who chose to help me. Their intentions seemed innocent, but I need to know for sure. I can't make any more mistakes. I won't.

after that, I think bruce just throws himself into researching you. he starts with gotham general, looks for all the surgeons, eventually finds your name, and he falls down this hole of finding out whatever he can about you: your age, where you went to school, your relatives and past jobs. he wants to know that this freak twist of fate was just that: a twist, an abnormality.

alfred finds him like that, ready to retrieve him for the tour (which bruce definitely forgot about). he's about to make a comment like "you're up early" and then he sees gauze taped to bruce's side and god, if alfred doesn't have steam blowing out of his ears by the time he's done yelling at him.

and later, when he's standing in front of you as bruce wayne, he's caught off guard again because what are the odds that you could save his life as some freak twist of fate once, only to have him run into you again not hours later?

and you're... whip-smart. kind. he hears you talk about the work you do and he can see how much you care about the people of this city. it's not in his nature to trust easily but when he gets home later that day he is poring into everything he can about you, searching for the chink in your armor. there must be something. maybe he's missed it or you're good at hiding but all of this feels too good to be true.

it takes him a few days after he finds your file for him to think it over. the stitches have held up. he's replacing his gauze in the bathroom and asks alfred if he thinks it's the right call.

"are you certain there's no one else?"

"a vigilante doctor?" bruce laughs, stretching his spine. "how would I take applications for that, exactly?"

"they're a civilian."

"they saved my life."

alfred holds his tongue, nearly chokes on it, "you must be prepared for this not to work out. or worse. you may never pick up that cowl again."

bruce stares at his hands, scarred from his long nights. he doesn't remember much after passing out, only the split second of finality and the regret that followed... until you brought him back, "I've already made peace with that."

#if you see me using a weekday that conflicts with something I said in the first chapter no you don't :)#dates and times in my fics are based on vibes only #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne headcanons #batman x reader #batman headcanons #battinson #the batman #dc #mjwrites

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lilykatelyn-blog · 7 months

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 7 - 𝓱.𝓳𝓼 - LILY’S KINKTOBER

Pairing: Smoker!Han x fem!reader

genre: smut

theme: thigh riding

warnings: thigh riding, dry humping, clothed sex, kissing, making out, hickeys, groping ig?, reader cums in her pants, boob kink bc it’s Han, jealousy, hair pulling, he calls reader princess and baby, cigarettes, handjob, blowjob.

notes: this was so lazy 😭 I’m so sorry, please tell me if I should rewrite it.

“woah- you look..” Jisung trailed off as you walked into the party. “Slutty, I know. You can thank fucking Felix for that.” You glared at said man. “Just giving the people what they want!” he yelled to you, walking away to probably find Hyunjin, his boyfriend. “No, you look.. great. Like, really great.” Pausing a bit before saying the last great in his sentence. “Okay..” you gave him a skeptical look, not failing to notice how his eyes flickered to your chest. “I’m gonna go find Dahyun, see ya.” You waved, also not failing to notice how his eyes trailed to your barely covered thighs and he visibly gulped. You turned around, feeling his burning face on you, if looks could kill, you’d have a hole in the back of your head right now. You felt his eyes on you all night, even while you were talking to Seungmin. “He’s staring, go talk to him.” Seungmin said once he had enough of Han’s pining. “No, he makes me nervous~” you whined, hitting Seungmin’s chest. He just chuckled and walked away, noticing Han walking over. “Hey, you wanna get out of here?” He asked, nudging your shoulder. “Uh, Yeah, why not?” You quickly spoke, internally chastising yourself for being so openly nervous. Following his lead, he opened the car door for you, getting into the drivers seat and starting the car. He put his hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down, constantly inching up closer to your heat, but teasing you by going back to your knee. Your arousal was increased tenfold with the way his fingers traced circles on your thigh.

He pulled into a parking lot, confusing you even more than you already were. “C’mon, I got cigs in the back.” He climbed into the backseat, pulling out a pack. “Why?” You asked, very ready to smoke, but still curious. “I- well- I was bored!” He whined, trying to justify his actions. You both took turns smoking the same joint, getting high with no explanation because these were normal cigs, right? “Oh yeah, these were infused with weed.” He giggled, taking another smoke. “What?!” You laughed, not even able to be serious. “Oh, princess you should have seen how hot you looked, wanted to fuck you right there.” He whispered in your ear, not able to be serious at all, but very horny as you took a smoke. “You too Hannie, should see how wet I am.” You guided his hand down to your heat, whining. “Fuck,” he pulled you onto his lap, moving you back and forth, while whining at the stimulation of his bulge.

both of you were a sweaty and horny mess as you grinded against each other. “Fuck, ride my thigh.” He managed to get out, sobering up quickly. He pulled his cock out, leading your hand to jerk him off while you rode his thigh. He fondled your boobs roughly, not even trying to gentle, just trying to get you to reach your release before he did, not wanting to prematurely come like a horny teenager, though he wasn’t far from being one. Moving back and forth, you felt the knot get tighter, but you just couldn’t get it to snap. “Sungie, please, need to cum.” You begged, he put his hand against your underwear, dress rolled up above your boobs at some point, and he rubbed your clit back and forth, leading you off the edge. “Fuck, so good,” you murmured after coming down from your high, you got on your knees in front of him and slowly teased his hard dick. “Fuck, baby, please.” He begged as you took his head into your mouth, slowly going down to take him in fully. “Fuck,” he whined, throwing his head back as his cock hit the back of your throat. His hand flew to the back of your head, softly guiding your head up and down. You slowly increased your pace with no regards for his sanity, going up and down quicker while your hand fondled his balls, inching him closer and closer to his release. “I’m close- please, please, please!” He begged, bc who doesn’t love whiny Han? You put his cock in between your boobs, trapped behind your jet black, lace bra, and bounced up and down, making him come with a loud moan, all over your chest and face. Getting up, you cuddled him on his lap. “Fuck, we need to do that again.” He sighed out, suddenly calmed from the post nut clarity. “Definitely, but take me out on a date first.” You giggled, rolling down a window to let some of the smoke out. “Of course, I’m not an asshole!”

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moonwonuu · 1 year

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part 32 — ang wakas 💌

pov: kung saan nakahanap si wonwoo nang pahinga in the form of a coffee lover who is always willing to listen to him whenever life is getting too much for him to handle. everything between them was platonic until it was not

cw: smut and alot of cursing 🔞 kaya minors please dni! 😠

a/n: i’m not an expert at writing smut by any means so please go easy on me 😭😂 *nag tago*

“ikaw.”

wonwoo pulls you in for another kiss and you notice how much rougher his movements are as he grips your waist tightly with his hands. you moan against him when he pushes his tongue into your mouth, asserting dominance with just one movement.

you’re starting to feel dizzy as he laps your mouth with his tongue. he finally pulls back when he feels you run your hands over his hard abs.

“love,” he stares at you intently, “keep your hands to yourself.” he moves away from your body, scanning your face to find any hint of uneasiness and when he finds no traces of discomfort, he lifts his shirt over his body.

putangina.

your hands are quick to touch him but he quickly pins them above your head.

“let me take care of you tonight, love, hmm?” he whispers in your ear.

“please, love.”

you moan when he finally pulls your shirt over your body. his hand aimlessly touches your boobs, gripping and massaging your clothed chest to rile you up even more.

“tanggalin mo na, wonwoo,” you cry out when he starts rubbing your hardened nipples over your bra. he finally takes pity on you when he feels your hips jut forward again.

“so desperate, my love.”

he reaches behind your back to finally unclasp your bra and when he pulls it away from your body, he immediately leans forward to take a nipple into his mouth while he teases the other with his fingers; rubbing and pinching.

you moan softly as you arch your back slightly at the way he licks around your nipple even going as far as lightly biting it which caused you to grip his hair even more.

he lets go of your perked nipple with a soft pop and gazes up at your expression. he smirks when he sees your hooded eyes and how your mouth is slightly hanging open as you breathe out heavily.

wonwoo dips his head to give your other nipple the same treatment. you become even more putty underneath his large frame.

“love, kaya pa?” wonwoo’s face is hovering over yours when you finally open your eyes. he sees how hazy your eyes have become and he can’t help but chuckle.

“i haven’t even done anything but touch your boobs, love. ganyan ka na kaagad?”

“oh fuck,” you moan, arching your back as he continues to suck and lick your hardened tits alternately. hindi mo na alam kung saan mo ilalagay ang mga kamay mo kaya napa hawak ka na lang ulit sa buhok niya.

when he knows you’re nipples are sensitive and red, he finally pulls his head away from your boobs. he admires the marks he’s left behind before he continues to undress the both of you in rapid movements until you’re both naked and bare. wonwoo leans closer to you again, pecking your forehead.

“sabihin mo lang sakin kung gusto mo tumigil, love.”

“subukan mo lang tumigil,” you pant out, as you feel him running his index finger along your folds, gathering as much of your wetness as he can before he inserts a finger into your aching core.

“it’s going to hurt a little pero you’ll get used to the feeling, okay? but if it’s causing you any pain, just yell out for me to stop,” he tells you.

you only nod, distracted by the way he puts pressure on your clit.

“i need words, love, or else i’ll stop.”

“love, please. i’ll tell you if i don’t feel uncomfortable but right now, all i want is for you to do something.”

he smirks when he feels your hand circle around his wrist. he watches as you try to push his hand to where your entrance is leaking and aching to be touched.

“ah tangina, love. ang ganda mo talaga,” he curses for the nth time. wonwoo finally enters a finger into your tight hole and he lets out another curse under his breath.

“tangina, love. ang sikip mo.” he feels the way your wet walls clenches around his finger as he slowly moves it in and out of you.

“look at me,” he groans out. you open your eyes and stare at the man who’s making you feel good with just his finger alone. napa lakas ang ungol mo when he fits another finger into your clenching hole.

“you sound so good, my love,” he pants out as your squelching sounds fill the entire room. you start to move along with his movements, slowly riding his fingers until you feel your incoming orgasm approach. he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of your, occasionally scissoring his fingers to let you get used to the feeling.

he attempts to push a third finger into your dripping pussy when you cry out for him.

“lo-love i-“

“are you close, love?”

he pushes a third finger into your hole and wonwoo feels the way your walls tighten around him even more.

“putangina wonwoo, i’m so close.”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re clenching so tight around my fingers,” he pecks your temples repeatedly, waiting for you to reach your climax. after he pushes his fingers knuckle deep into your walls, you finally gush around him, soaking his fingers until they’re dripping out of your entrance.

“you did so well for me, love.” he kisses your lips but you’re barely responding to his kisses as your mind haywires into a frenzy.

he removes his fingers out of you and sits beside your tired body. you look up at him with curious eyes when he leans his back on the headboard. he caresses your cheeks, admiring the glow on your face after cumming so hard.

“come here, love.” he taps his lap, inviting you on to his lap. he helps you sit up, still mindful of your state. you place your knees on either side of his thighs before sitting down on his lap.

“breathe, baby,” he whispers, caressing your cheeks. you lean your head against his chest as wonwoo rubs your bare back with his hands.

“kaya pa?”

“love,” you whisper against his chest, pecking his exposed skin, “i’m fine.”

he kisses your forehead before he reaches out for the foil packaging he managed to place on your nightstand while you were trying to catch your breath after your first orgasm.

“want me to teach you how to put this on me?” he asks, waving the condom package infront of you.

you nod your head. you lean back a little to give him some space. hindi mo alam kung paano mo kakayanin yung laki niya. wonwoo wraps his fingers around his cock and starts pumping himself. you feel your face heat up as a pool of precum spills out from his slit.

“love, open mo yung packet,” you tear the packet open and hand it back to him. you quietly watch as he pinches the tip of the condom before he rolls it down his shaft.

“are you still wet enough, baby?”

you tear your eyes away from his dick. “y-yeah, okay pa ako.” you feel him guiding your hips above his hard cock and you inhale sharply once you feel it poke your wet entrance.

“just tell me if it’s too much, love,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. you shut your eyes when he slowly guides your hips down.

you gasp when the tip of his cock enters you, immediately grabbing his shoulders in surprise.

“i’m sorry, love. we’re not even half way yet,” he looks at you in concern. you nod your head, braving yourself for the rest of his length.

he gives you a few minutes to relax again.

“love, continue na,” you give him a nod. wonwoo pushes you down until your ass is sitting on his lap. you fall forward onto his chest when he enters his entire length.

wonwoo pauses to look down at you and when he does, he can’t help but feel more turned on with the way you’re panting against his chest.

“fuck, wonwoo. ang laki mo,” you whimper, feeling his cock pulsate around your walls. he chuckles at your words, palming your ass with his hands.

“your pussy feels so good around me, love. mababaliw na ako,” he grunts. the slight pain finally subsides and without warning, you lift your hips all the way up before slamming back down onto wonwoo’s lap.

“tangina!” he grips your waist as you start to ride his cock. he throws his head back as the feeling of your walls around his cock intensifies with every movement you make.

“you fe-feel so good, wons,” napa ungol ka when he starts to meet your every thrust. he smirks when you throw your head back and he can’t help but stare at the way your boobs bounce in front of him.

he leans down to capture one of your tits into his mouth at mas lalo naplakas ang ungol mo.

“hnggh wonwoo!”

he smirks against your boob before pulling away. wonwoo notes the way you try to keep your eyes open as you bounce on top of him but to no avail, napa pikit ka na lang sa sarap.

“you’re doing so well for me, baby.” mas lalo mong binilisan ang galaw mo. you can feel your sweat dripping down between your boobs but you move faster on top of your boyfriend.

“love, lapit na ako,” you breathe out. he snaps out of his trance and releases your perky nipple from his mouth.

“suck,” he orders, pushing two of his fingers into your mouth for you to suck. he pulls them out before circling your clit, helping you reach your orgasm.

you feel your legs start to cramp and you halt momentarily. wonwoo instantly flips you over without pulling his cock out of you.

he kneels between your thighs, widening them so he can have more access to you. after you catch your breath, he grips your thighs and he starts pounding in and out of your dripping hole at a harsh pace.

“fuck, i’m close,” he moans, quickening his pace.

“won, i’m g-gonna-“

“cum, baby. cum all over my cock,” he pounds harder into you and you feel yourself release around him, coating his cock with your juices.

“just give me a few more minutes love,” he pants, kissing your cheeks. you nod at him tiredly, letting him thrust in and out of you despite how sensitive you already are.

you hear him grunt before he releases into the condom. wonwoo collapses on top of you. he closes his eyes as he aimlessly plants kisses all over your face.

“love?”

“hmm,” you hum softly, feeling him stroke your hair with his hand.

“okay ka lang?”

“you wrecked me wonwoo,” you breathe out, opening your eyes to find him staring at you with a smirk on his face. he laughs at your words and you pinch his side in reply.

“let’s get you cleaned up, love.”

“i can’t even move, wons!”

wonwoo laughs again, pressing a long kiss on your cheek.

“i’ll take care of you, my love.”

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#wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo smut #wonwoo imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #svt fluff #svt smut

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ashsostrange · 7 months

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i’m (not) sorry to say, but miles is better off by himself.

idk if i’ve ever written a post this long, but i got energy tonight. y’all have been sucked into the black hole of shipping, so let me ground you and remind you of this amazing thing called being single. i’m gna talk ab margo and gwen, but mostly gwen bc she’s obv miles’ (main) love interest. i’ve said more than enough about why miles and gwen don’t work/make sense. if you wna be enlightened then feel free to click the links.

thoughts on ghostflower: here!

reblogging a moot's post w/ added thoughts: hereee!

i love ranting so let’s get it! 😛

i don't have much to say about margo bc sadly, she's barely there. what i will say though is that as cute as miles and margo would be together, there’s one more movie left lol. the third movie’s gna be busy as hell. there’s literally no time for romance, and to rush miles and margo (two people who just met) into liking each other in, like, a three hour timespan would just be terrible writing. plus, we all know she’s there for some bs having to do with miles nd gwen, which is literally soooooooo very lame, words can't describe. one, where are you finding the time to cram in jealousy/all this angsty romance mess when miles’ dad is ab to die and the universe is ab to collapse bc of a nigga that looks like the lovechild of a cardboard box and a cow?? two, is this really all margo is here for?? to make gwen jealous or “help miles realize he’s in love with gwen” ?? shameeee, like summer said. 😐 i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: margo could be SO much more than a disposable love interest!!!

gwiles/ghostflower fans, i’m going to tell you something that will make you upset. i said i was coming for you and i meant it 🗣️‼️

before you yell at me and push smoke out of your ears, i need you to put your right hand on your chest and close your eyes. you feel your heartbeat? good. now, count to three while taking deep breaths and remember that none of this shit is real so you’d look stupid af trying to attack me. 🙃 some of y’all are getting TOO comfortable being unnecessarily disrespectful and ion like that lol. don’t try it here bc i’m on another level of not gaf!

listen, even if (when?) gwen and miles team up to save his dad, it won’t change the fact that gwen was keeping some hefty info from miles, yo. she was smiling in jeff’s face and cracking jokes like she didn’t know he was bout to die. y’all gotta be so very real with yourselves. you wouldn’t wna date, let alone be FRIENDS with someone who kept something that big from you, regardless of the circumstances or lack of ill intent. one of the most important people in your life concealing the fact that you’re about to lose another important person in your life is insane.

i’m aware that gwen didn’t tell miles about his dad because she genuinely thought it’d cause mass destruction if he saved jeff. thing is, even if miles knew that, i think he’d still feel betrayed. that’s 100% valid because this is his dad we’re talking about. he just lost his uncle not too long ago, too. i wouldn’t blame miles if he never wanted anything to do with gwen again. i wouldn’t blame bro if he got sick to his stomach every time he saw her. it’d be justified, bc if he never followed her that night, then he wouldn’t have had the chance to save jeff.

my point is that you can be a “good person” and still fuck up bad enough to make someone never wna speak to you again. miles is a sweetheart so he’ll probably forgive gwen. my thing is, miles forgiving gwen doesn’t mean the two of them are obligated to be friends again. they can handle it maturely, go their separate ways, nd never speak again. it’s really not even gna hurt y’all cuz it’s the last mf movie anyway??? 😭😭

if it isn’t clear by now, i don’t want miles and gwen together at all. they have no business being around each other frl 🙃 not as friends and definitely not as lovers. like, sure, that one scene where they’re swinging/talking on the bank was my absolute fav. it was cute. i shipped them before i really thought about it. that scene is still my fav, but my adoration for it isn’t gna stop me from keeping it real.

i really don’t care what anyone says or how in love they think these two are, this isn’t a “forgive and forget” situation. if the writers truly wanted gwen and miles to be involved romantically, then not only should they have structured their dynamic better, they shouldn’t have made gwen the person she was in this movie. love, love, LOVE redemption arcs because it’s a reminder that we're human and we're flawed, but you can’t redeem yourself from that. sorry. (not) i say miles should leave that girl alone 🤷‍♀️ leave all potential girls alone ffs.

in conclusion, it’s okay for miles to be single. he's 15 anyway, it's not like he'll die without a girl. i’m the suckiest sucker for anything to do with romance, but characters in film/animation don’t need to have love interests for a project to be considered good. if you feel like it does, then maybe ts you’re watching just sucks, lmao. a girl and a boy can be friends without one having feelings for the other, or both of 'em having mutual feelings. (in the media idk ab irl..) it’s time to stop forcing ts. please.

and it’s okay y’all, i promise you. it’s okay if miles and gwen don’t end up dating. it's okay if they reconcile and stay friends. it’s okay if they reconcile and don’t stay friends. though unlikely, it’s also okay if miles doesn’t forgive gwen at all! resolutions like these go to show that you can “forgive” someone without letting them have access to you anymore. that’s what miles needs to do. straying away from the “happy ending” everyone is expecting would be nice. it’d be a different approach and a realistic way to complete the franchise. (i’m not just saying this bc i love angst)

but before the gwiles (ugly ass ship name btw) fans start throwing up and telling me to end my shit, it’s 99% unlikely that anything i just stated will actually happen. we’re more than likely getting a kiss between miles and gwen, nd that’s bc the writers are probably high off the same dope they were on when they wrote gwen sneaking in thru miles’ window, j for his parents to be way more calm about it than any other normal parent would be. i could say some more about certain scenes but that's for another night.

miles doesn’t need to be with anyone. especially not gwen when it comes down to it.

oh and i HATE peter b. fuck that nigga. he was nun but an extra in this movie and i know he’s an opp in the next. 🙎‍♀️

that’s all! if you read allat then thanks, cuz i wrote a lot. if you're feeling angry, then go for a walk. this isn’t a place for any typa criticism bc i am right, therefore, i am not requesting confirmation. 🙌 i said what i said. have a good night.

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yandere-writer-momo · 1 year

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Ya se me pego la manía de querer a Guevara como el conejo de marzo así que lo solicito 😭(maldito hombre sensual)

Jun Guevara as a hare just hits this sweet little spot in my brain just right.

So without further ado… Jun Guevara as the March Hare! We’re taking over where we left off at the tea party!

Yandere Baki Short Stories: Down the Rabbit Hole

Jun leaped over the table and snatched the tea pot from Hanayama’s hands. He mumbled out a few apologies before transforming into a hare wearing an olive green waist coat.

“After that hare!” Jun took off running into the forest with you in his arms as the barks of the hounds echoed throughout the air.

“What’s going on?”

“The Red King is aware of your presence. It isn’t safe now, meu amor!” Jun replied with a chuckle as he dodged the hounds and made his way deeper into the twists and turns of the dark forest. “Won’t be long now till we’re home and safe!”

Home and safe? What on earth could he mean by that? You didn’t even know the guy…

With a leap of faith, Jun narrowly avoided the jaws of a hound dog before he landed safely in his burrow. The brown hare slamming the door shut with a sigh of relief.

“We just narrowly avoided death, meu amor!” Jun chuckled as he set your tea pot on his wooden dining table. “Allow me to fetch you a sweet to get you back up to your regular height. I much prefer you to be normal.”

Jun then transformed back into his human form, a blush flushing over your cheeks when you realized he was only wearing a green waist coat and brown trousers.

“Here you go!” The handsome man handed you a cookie that ironically said, ‘eat me.’ The logic of this world you were in didn’t make any sense to you at all. “Just two bites should do the trick, anymore than that and the hounds will find us again. And I’ll be off with my head!”

Jun made a motion with his hand across his neck with a cackle. But you were entranced by his rabbit ears that flapped up and down… you couldn’t believe they were real…

Jun froze when your hand gently grabbed his right ear. His heart stopping for a moment when you ran the fluffy fur of his ears between your fingers.

“I can’t believe they’re real…” you mumbled aloud unaware of Jun’s blush.

“You flatter me too much!!” Jun squeaked put as he pulled away. His ears now trying to cover his face to hide his blush from your eyes. “Of course they’re real! I’m the March Hare… I also have a tail.”

“A tail?!” You shouted before covering your mouth in shock. You hadn’t meant to be so loud.

You cleared your throat before uttering in a barely audible whisper, “a tail?”

Jun turned around and pulled up his waist coat to reveal a fluffy white tail. Your eyes wide in shock at the cute little cottontail her had.

“I’m a bit shy about it but it-“ Jun’s soul nearly left his body when you poked his tail. The man jumping back as his whole body turned red. “I didn’t say you could touch it!”

“I’m sorry. It was so cute…” you replied as you held your warm cheeks in your hand. He was so cute as a rabbit too… would he mind if you ask him to transform into a rabbit? “Can you transform back into a hare? I… I want to hold you.”

Jun blushed a bright cherry red before transforming in a puff of smoke. A fluffy brown hare standing before you with a little green waist coat on. Jun leaped into your arms as you began to laugh. He was so cute!

Poor you had forgotten that he wasn’t just a rabbit but a man as well. Jun sighing in contentment as you cooed over his cute ears and rabbit body.

“I’m so glad you picked me to be your future husband, meu amor.” Jun whispered as you scratched behind his ears. “I’ll never let you go…”

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vibingandsimping · 2 years

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y’all comment if you can’t find the asks/submissions😭 i’m using tumblr on mobile atm and can’t edit my account properly

anyways!

Breeding headcanons/blurbs w/Beel w/ GN reader!

Beelzebub

After you and Beel had made a pact, you found yourself growing closer and more fond of the ginger. He, himself, was ravishing. Despite eating enough food to feed a country each day, he worked out and kept his figure surprisingly well. Honestly, you had no idea how he did it.

Until you had talked to Levi and seen how self-disciplined he actually was when it came to anything but food. Poor boy just couldn’t control his appetite as well as his temper.

You, on the other hand, were having a hard time figuring out how to mask your attraction to the male. These feelings surely were not strictly platonic anymore.. and it made you feel a bit guilty. You were sure he didn’t see you as anything more than a friend.. so the image of him between your legs at night gave such a guilty thrill. It was always hard to look at him the morning prior.

Your fingers worked at your sex, the wanton whines escaping your throat pathetic. You couldn’t help yourself tonight.. after seeing him fresh out of the shower earlier. You didn’t have any perverted intentions, you swear! You had found a snack Beel texted you about earlier, and wanted to bring it to him in his bedroom as a surprise.

Though, it seemed you caught him as he was taking a post-workout shower. You couldn’t help the way you sputtered and blushed. He looked sinful with just a towel wrapped around his waist. So, you simply handed him the snack and left as quickly as you could.

Beel sat there for a little while after. The bag of chips long gone as he laid in his bed. It was exactly as he expected, and he was really appreciative of you remembering his mention. Although, he simply could not erase you from his mind. The way you left in a hurry bloomed worry in his chest, sinking to his stomach. So, he left and sought you out, intending to assure your safety. He was supposed to look after you, as well as the rest of his brothers, after all.

He sat outside your door, the echoing of your moans filling his ears. He was sure you were hurt now. He didn’t waste anytime opening your door, his instincts telling him to save the human he valued so dearly.

“Are you okay, Pump-“

The way you sat on display, blushing after squealing out at the intrusion.. was truly beautiful. So taunting.. and all he could suddenly think about was you.. in a whole other sense.

After that incident, you two’s relationship changed. The way he looked at you was primal and hungry. That night he had filled you up, stuffed and overstimulated.

He’d kiss you with a hunger, trying to devour you through the intimate gesture. His fingers digging into your thighs as his cock bullied itself inside your hole. The sick squelch and smack of each thrust ringing in your ears, leaving you flustered.

He was thick and long. Of course he was, have you seen the size of that demon? Of course, he spent his sweet time prepping you beforehand. Fingers working your sex, along with his tongue. Drawing at least two orgasms out of you before he repositioned himself.. basically begging you to let him take you.. and how could you say no? His puppy eyes were so convincing, and you were already fucked dumb.

Though, you hadn’t anticipated the stretch and length that split you open. His praise filling you, as well as his cock.

“Thank you, cupcake. So pretty.. you can handle a little more, right?” “Come on, don’t squirm so much.. you’re doing so well.” “Fuck, there you go, look at that. You’re so fucking tight.” “Mmph, yes.. so good. Hah, you’re so good, pumpkin.”

Your knees pressed against your ears, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of your thighs. He was so deep, you thought it’d be impossible. The way he stroked inside your walls, throbbing and leaving you a mess. He’d put you into a mating press.. fuck, you couldn’t remember how long ago. Any process to think long lost.

He never failed to draw enough orgasms to leave you sticky and overstimulated before he even considered his orgasm. The room filled with the smack of skin, your cries and his occasional breathy moans and grunts. As well as anything he’d say, which would half-process in your tired, fucked brain.

Finally, you’d feel his pulsing increase inside you. Beel’s rhythmic pounding reduced to a sloppy thrust. When he finally came, it almost shook the room. A deep growl escaped him, his fingers leaving bruises and you swore you could feel his cock in your stomach.

You felt so full of him, his cum and cock. Once he finished, he leaned down and panted against your neck, you two sharing the afterglow. Once he calmed down, he sat up and smiled so brightly at you.

He was nothing short of an aftercare king. Cleaning you up, giving you snacks and drinks as well as cuddles. If you requested anything, he’d give it to you without the blink of an eye. You were so good for him, after all.

Overall? You didn’t know how this would change your relationship.. whether he saw you as some sort of demon mate, or a partner.. but right now? You would just lay and enjoy the afterglow of the time you had. That conversation could wait until morning.

#obey me x reader #obey me smut #obey me beelzebub #omswd #monster breeding

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