#i wanna keep going until he’s all filled up from his neck to his ankles LMAO

[verawhisk]

learn to drive? it’s not that simple, mac. we’re gay!

#they’re also broke so this is how they show their gratitude #am i just gonna keep giving scully random tattoos? absolutely #i wanna keep going until he’s all filled up from his neck to his ankles LMAO #my art #ocs #oc: scullion #oc: bo #oc: mac

[citysweet]

一 chris teaching you how to give head

♡ except i have no idea how to give head

♡ might actually delete this.

♡ 1154 wc

it was 4 months into your relationship, but it's not like you haven't fucked. you have, plenty. you were just shy when it came to giving him oral. but chris being the sweetheart he is, he didn't push it onto you (bare minimum be fr). until you decide to bring it up while you're cuddled up in his lap. you lift your head, looking up at him. "channie?"

"yes princess?" he asks, knowing you only call him that when you want something. when you nervously stay quiet, he speaks up again, "what's up angel?" you turn your head back, unsure how to ask him. he softly grabs your chin, turning your head back to face him. he nods, waiting for you to continue.

"um..i wanna.." you mumble before lowering your hand and pawning at him crotch, hoping that'd get the message across. he chuckles and moves his hands to your hips, "next time just say so princess." he leans in, pressing his lips to your neck. you whine softly, momentarily forgetting your reason.

"w-wait..." he pulls away, waiting for you to continue. "hm?" still unsure how to ask, you get up from his lap and kneel between his legs. his eyes widen slightly, finally getting what you meant. "are you sure angel? you know you don't have to." you nod, looking up at him with your hands in your lap. "mhm, want you to teach me."

those words alone were enough to make him half hard, his bulge somewhat visible.

he nods, "okay, alright then." he says quickly before lifting his hips and pulling his pants down to his ankles. he opens his palm to you, gesturing for your hand. he takes yours and puts it over the bulge beneath his boxers.

he groans quietly when he squeezes his larger hand over yours around his cock. "feel what you do to me baby?" he starts rubbing your hand against him, small groans leaving his lips. "take them off princess." he says, bringing your hand to the waist band of his boxers. you hesitate for a moment, but tug them down to his ankles. his cock springs out, slapping against his abdomen.

your eyes still widen at the size after seeing it before. 7.8 inches, big, sensitive tip and a vein running on the under side. your hands still, unsure where to go from here till he grabs your hand, wrapping it around his length. it barely fits around him and he chuckles at your reaction. "think you can take it?" he asks and you nod, determined to take all of him.

you straighten up on your knees, you tongue peeking out to lick your lips. "stroke it first babygirl, like this, yeah?" he says moving your hand up and down his cock. you follow his movements, slowly taking the lead when he lets go. chris lays his head back, a sigh filling the silence. he brings his hand back down, raising yours to stroke the tip.

"just like that princess." you continue the way he showed, feeling him grow harder. his groans get louder and you feel him twitch in your hand. you rub your thighs together, the sight of him this way creating an ache between your legs. "a-alright, you ready angel?" you nod, pulling your hand away and lean closer to him.

he softly grabs your chin, opening your mouth and rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. "if it's too much tap my thigh twice, yeah?" you nod, "uh-huh."

he slips his thumb inside your mouth, pushing down on your tongue. his other hand grabs his cock, bringing the tip to your mouth. he waits a moment, asking for approval once more. when you nod, you feel his tip on your tongue. "suck."

your lips wrap around him and he sucks in air, "watch your teeth baby." you adjust, sucking softly. "there you go, keep going." once you get the hang of it, you try to take more than the tip and gag around him. he moans, his hand coming to the side of your head, "slow baby, slow." you listen, taking more gently.

but sweet channie is too big for you to take all of him :(. so he lets you keep going till you gag again, stopping you there. "stay there princess." he holds your head there and you feel your eyes water when you gag around him again. your hands grip onto his thighs and you swallow around him. chris throws his head back and he lets out a guttural moan.

you swallow around him again, trying to used to the feeling of him deep in your throat. he lifts your head, letting you breath. when you look up at him heavy breathing and watery eyes, his cock twitches again. "you alright angel?" you take a deep breath in before nodding, "m-more." you waste no time taking him in your mouth again.

"ffuck, baby-" you seem to somewhat get the hang of it and his hands grip onto the couch. his reaction reassures you that you're doing good, so you keep going. trying to take him deeper and swallowing around him again. you feel him twitch in your mouth and he brings one hand to your head.

"i-i'm close baby-" he says, attempting to pull you off but you shake your head, letting out a "mm-mh." you take him farther and he moans loudly, "you sure?" you nod, running your tongue over the tip. he throws his head back again, his fingers softly gripping your hair. he groans and you feel him twitch again.

"b-baby-" he stutters out before you feel his cum fill your mouth. the salty, warm and sweet taste going down your throat when you swallow. you pull him out of your mouth after sucking on the tip, wanting to get every drop of him. you look up at him after swallowing the rest and open your mouth to show him. "good job princess..." you smile at his praise and he brings his thumb to your lips, wiping the small amount of his cum that escaped your lips.

your tongue lolls out and you pull his thumb into your mouth, sucking it off. a grin grows on chris' face as he looks down at you, "you're really good at that y'know? didn't even need much of my help." your smile grows and your eyes trail back to his cock. "my turn now, yeah?" he says noticing the way your thighs are pushed together.

you shake your head, "want more." you say reaching for his cock then looking back up at him. you feel him getting hard again. "please?" you stare up at him, and he nods, bringing his length back to your mouth. you waste no time taking his tip between your lips and stroking the rest. "fuck." and his eyes close.

you spent a good while draining his balls, fueling your new obsession

© citysweet 1:23pm 091223

一 i am taking reqs through asks or comments :)

#一 citysweet's works #bang chan smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan #chan smut #chris bang smut #chris smut #chan #bang chan blurbs #bang chan imagines #bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #dom bang chan #一 nyx's pink era

[imrllytootiredforthis]

I rlly wanna play with afab!yeonjun's clit while he bends over a table☹️💔 I wanna make his legs shake and everything

coming home to him cooking a delicious dinner for you, knowing how stressful work is for you right now. all he wants to do is make it all better, give me a little reprieve from all of the frustration of your day.

he calls hi to you when he hears the door unlock and you slowly shuffle in, grumbling about something under your breath.

he understands. as much as it makes him sad to see you like this. so tired and upset.

so he smiles when you enter the kitchen. "hi baby, dinner's almost ready, i just have to finish this up and then-"

he barely has a chance to finish his sentence, much less greet you any better and ask you how your day's been before your body is pressing against his from behind, pinning him to the counter.

"wha-what are you doing, you're gonna bur-"

your hand reaches around him, shutting off the burner before maneuvering back to him, slipping beneath his apron to tug lightly at the waistband of the criminally short pair shorts he's wearing.

your breath is hot against his ear, your chin pressing against his shoulder, "m' so sorry baby, just can't help myself, just wanna play with your pretty pussy~"

he knows he shouldn't-

but he folds just like that-

moaning when your fingers play with his clit through his shorts, it feels so good fucking good but it's not enough, he wants you in him, touching him directly, feeling how wet you're getting him.

"m' sorry baby, just wanna feel you cum on my fingers, wanna make a mess out of you" you mutter again, "i'm so, so sorry."

he feels his cunt clench around nothing, aching to have you inside of him, to have you playing with him until he can't take anymore of it and then going on, still.

yeonjun makes no protests when you press him against the edge of the table, manhandling him like he weighs nothing to you.

but you're still gentle, god you're still so fucking gentle with him like he's something precious that you're afraid to break and that's what makes his head spin like he's floating.

"my shorts-" his voice sounds hoarse, his hips bucking against your hand as your fingers feel the warmth seeping through the fabric. "take them off, please take them off,"

you oblige him, leaving open-mouthed kisses over the back of his neck, sweeping his hair out of the way with your nose for better purchase as your fingers deftly un-work the drawstrings of his shorts, dropping them around his ankles.

"fuck," you groan, "you're so fucking wet,"

he can hardly control his body. his thrusting hips or shaking body, his clit throbbing as you rub it through his soaked panties.

he can't take this anymore, he can't take this anymore.

you take mercy on him, hooking your fingers around the soaked fabric and pulling to the side, brushing them through his folds before slowly, teasingly dipping a finger into him, pulling out just as quickly as he sobs, unable to help how his thighs shake on either side.

teeth nip at his earlobe, hoarse moans filling the room, failing to keep himself quiet. "i'm so sorry junnie, m' gonna make you feel so good, make you cum so hard."

"please," he doesn't even recognize his voice anymore, how quickly you've made him sound this wrecked. "please, please just do it, i can't take it anymore!"

he doesn't understand how you make him like this, needy and desperate and splayed out bent over the table with his legs spread, begging for you to just play with his pussy until he can't think straight anymore.

but it doesn't matter because you flip him over, gently resting his back against the table as you let two fingers slip into him, ripping a guttural groan from deep in his chest and start rubbing your thumb over his sensitive clit, red and throbbing from the friction of the fabric.

he looks down at you with half-lidded, bleary eyes, rimmed with tears that are barely hanging on. "don't stop, please don't stop-"

his lips are slick with spit, swollen from him biting at them. you kiss him. you kiss him over and over and over again. and you don't stop, muttering breathlessly between the clashes of your lips.

not when he cums the first time, slick dripping down your fingers, making the slide all the easier. making his body all the more sensitive.

"i'll make it up to you, promise."

not when he cums a second time, trembling, legs trying to close around your hand only for you to pin them open again.

"g'na make you feel so good,"

not when he squirts all over your fingers, a muffled scream making it past his lips, his eyes rolling back as he soaks your hand and you continue, still.

"love you, love you so, so much."

you mutter, finally pulling away to see what a mess you've made of him. of spit and slick and cum.

and his widen as you get on your knees, strong hands keeping them separated.

when you look at him with those eyes and he can't say no to you as you stick your tongue out and lick a broad stripe through his folds, ignoring the way he screams in oversensitivity and pleasure and groaning with the way he tastes.

"m' so sorry baby,"

a/n: not proofread, and probably never will😽just enjoying yeonjun with a pussy

#inbox💌 #added a bit of a story to it bc i'm in my feels #i wanna pretty boy who'll let me use him when i'm stressed :( #hard thoughts #dom reader #sub txt #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #dom!reader #sub yeonjun #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun smut #sub kpop #sub idol #sub!idol #sub!kpop #sub!yeonjun #sub!txt

[thebisexualdogdad]

City lights - sugar baby!Evan Buckley x male!reader

*A/N: as requested sugar baby Buck is back!*

“Looks like you had a good day,” you smile at Buck as he enters your room, two hotel workers following him with their hands full of shopping bags.

“You gave me your credit card in New York City of course I did,” he laughs.

The workers set the bags down and you hand them each a huge tip which they thank you for.

“Have a good evening Mr Y/L/N and Mr Buckley,” one of them tells you as they leave.

“Look at this view,” Buck says in awe, now standing in front of the window that overlooks the city.

“It is beautiful but I much prefer looking at you,” you reply, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, kissing his cheek.

“How was your meeting?” He smiles, “I know I already told you but you look so handsome in this suit.”

“Thank you love and we closed the deal,” you say with your hands grazing over his stomach.

“I knew you would,” he sighs when a hand travels down to his thigh right past where you know he wanted you.

“So what did you do today? Besides spending my money,” you tease, kissing under his ear.

“I went for a run in Central Park, I had brunch at that restaurant you recommended and then I bought all new clothes for our trip to Greece next week including some new speedos,” he tells you.

“I can't wait to see you in them,” you laugh, ghosting your hand over his growing bulge while the other slips under his shirt.

“Y/N,” he gasps.

“What is it baby?”

“Please touch me.”

“Like this?” You ask, grabbing his bulge through his pants.

He moans and is growing impatient as you begin slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

You're kissing his neck, running your hands over his abs and up to his chest, squeezing his large pecs.

The sun is setting and the city lights are becoming brighter making the view even more stunning as Bucks moans fill your ears.

“I need you so bad,” he sighs, rubbing his ass against you.

“Anything you want baby,” you tell him, pulling the zipper down on his pants and pulling his cock out of his underwear.

You stroke him with one hand while the other returns to his chest to toy with his nipples, twisting and tugging until he is fully hard.

His eyes are screwed shut, enjoying the feeling of you touching him when suddenly you pull away from him.

“Y/N?” He huffs upset.

“One second love, I just need to grab the lube,” you chuckle, stepping over to the dresser you put all your personal belongings in.

Buck is whining and you couldn't get back to him possibly fast enough.

He pushes his pants down around his ankles as you open the bottle of lube and squeeze some onto your fingers, Buck gasping when the cold gel coats his hole.

He braces himself on the window sill, moaning loudly when one finger pushes inside first and then after a few pumps a second.

His knees start to tremble as you take your time spreading him open.

“Fuck Y/N, I need your cock,” he mumbles under his breath.

“What was that?” You whisper in his ear.

“I need your cock,” he shouts and before he knows it your fingers are being replaced and he's being stretched to the brim.

His cries out and his grip on the window sill tightens as you find a steady pace with your hips.

He tries to close his eyes again but one of your hands go to his throat, “keep your eyes open baby don't want this view to go to waste do we?”

His mouth hangs opens, ungodly noises coming out of him with your hand gently squeezing his throat.

His cock swings around, slapping his stomach and his thighs while you're thoroughly fucking him.

“Do you wanna cum Evan?” You ask him and he nods, “I need to hear you say it dear.”

“I wanna cum, please let me cum,” he begs.

“Then cum for me,” you order, choking him harder.

Buck quickly strokes himself, cumming all over the window when you hit just the right spot inside him.

You loosen your grip on his throat while he rides out his high, the city lights now shining bright in the night.

Hearing Buck moan your name pushes you over the edge as well, filling him up which makes his knees buckle.

You slow your movements, Buck leaning on the window for support as wave after wave of his orgasm hits him.

He groans when you pull out of him a few moments later, cum dripping onto the floor.

“God Y/N no one has ever fucked me like you do,” he smiles.

“I told you the night we met that I would always take care of you Evan,” you say, turning him around so you could kiss him deeply, “now how about I order us some dinner from room service, you're gonna need the energy because I'm far from done with you.”

#911 imagine #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley x male reader #x male reader #fic

[ghost-mp4]

i don’t have a breeding kink i swear i don’t but toji begging to fuck his kids into you..

cw: subtop!toji x gn!reader ; breeding kink (no anatomy is mentioned, however he does imply pregnancy to a degree) ; begging ; bondage

the first time you're clued into toji's little thing for being ordered around, he's fucking you from behind, hands on your waist and using it as leverage, and it's really nothing out of the ordinary until you tell him not to come. then his hips stop moving and his breath is coming out in sharp huffs against the back of your neck. and he stays there until you add "not until i come first."

but the second time is different. you remembered the way he stopped everything, the way his legs shook just the tiniest amount, and you wanted to see how much you could push this. so you had him on his back, riding him like your life depends on it, and he's thrusting up into you in time with every grind of your hips. but you tell him no and he stops moving entirely, only holding onto your hips hard enough to leave bruising. he’s not pushing or moving you, either. he just lets you move as you please, growling out curses whenever you slow down.

and then you decide to escalate it. this time, you’ve convinced him to let you tie his hands and feet to the bed. just out of curiosity, you told him, i just wanna try something, so he went along with it.

once you start riding him, though he regrets ever agreeing to having his legs tied down. With where they're tied at the ankle, he can't pull his leg up to get leverage to fuck you, and he's quickly getting frustrated. but it feels good, so good, too.

until you stop.

he lets out a low groan in the back of his throat, "why the fuck did you stop?" you only hum and press a kiss to the base of his neck before placing your hands back on his chest to keep bouncing.

and you start, and you stop, and you start again, and all of it has him shaking underneath you, any bravado he had prior vanishing into thin air. all he feels is the slowed grinding of your hips against his and the white hot coil in his lower stomach.

“oh, fuck, please-“ he pulls hard at his restraints, leaving red marks underneath them. “can i come?”

“you wanna fill me up, darling?”

“yes, yes, please, want t’fuck a baby into you-“

"oh yeah?" he nods. "you gonna be good for me?" his eyebrows furrow and he groans, shuffling his hips weakly in an attempt to fuck you, and you tut. "i thought you wanted to be good and come."

"i do, i do, but-" you slow to a stop, and he jerks, letting out a sharp cry. "i'll be good, i swear, just let me fuck you."

"no." you rake your nails down his chest and he hisses, "you're going to lay back and let me ride you." you pick up the pace again. "and you come when i say you can."

and then the cycle begins all over again.

#toji x reader #toji smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #sub jjk #dom reader #— for the ghouls

[n0cturna1-m3]

Bunny | Bottom Phillip Graves x Top Male Reader | Smut

Warnings; Fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, anal sex, no after are, this is probably bad, i did not reread this.

Request; "bottom graves"

A/N; @j-hauke you're lucky i like you bc i hate this mf. NEVER EVER REQUEST A GRAVES FIC BC I WILL NOT WRITE FOR HIM. this is a ONCE in a lifetime opportunity. enjoy. idc that its short and not good i want it AWAY from my google docs.

1.2k words. enjoy.

Graves clasped his hand over his mouth tightly and gripped the edge of the table, his back pressed against Y/N’s chest. Muffled moans were let out into his hand, his pants pooled around his ankles and his shirt was pushed up slightly to put his ass on display, pale and smooth. He had a scar above his hip, and Y/N’s hand was resting on it while he kissed the back of Graves neck.

“God, fuck,” he moaned, cock drooling precum on the floor. He let go of his mouth to grab the edge of the table with both of his hands, his head hanging forward as he panted. Y/N kissed the side of his neck and brought his hand up to shove two of his fingers into Graves mouth, the blonde choking on them from his bad gag reflex. Y/N pressed the pads of his fingers onto his tongue, slowly pushing them further into his mouth until he started sucking on them.

Drool spilt past his lips and dripped down his chin as well as Y/N’s palm. Tears welled in his eyes at the heat pooling in his stomach from Y/N’s fingers working him open so nicely, consistently pushing against his prostate and massaging the sensitive gland.

“You gonna cum?” Y/N asks, adding another finger.

“Ah! Uh-huh,” Graves moans and clenches around his fingers, knees wobbly. He digs his nails into the table, choking slightly on the buildup of saliva in the back of his throat accompanied by Y/N’s fingers shoved into the back of his mouth.

He let do of the table and grabbed Y/N’s forearm, tapping it thrice. He ceased all of his movements and pulled his fingers from Graves mouth, cupping his jaw and tilting it to look at him.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, eyes darting across Graves' flushed face. He nodded, looking at Y/N’s face with half-lidded eyes.

“I don’t wanna cum if you're not inside me,” he whispered. Y/N’s breath caught in his throat. “And I want you to fuck me til I’m beggin’ you to stop.”

Y/N stared at Graves a moment before pressing his lips against his roughly, pulling his fingers from his ass before beginning to fumble with his belt. He quickly shoved his pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh, his erection springing out and resting against Graves' ass as he began to grind on him slowly.

As he began guiding the tip of his cock to Graves entrance, pressing the head to his hole and slowly pushing inside, he shoved his tongue into his mouth, the blonde gagging and reaching up to grab at his forearm.

“Take me nice ‘n slow, bunny,” Y/N whispered against his lips, his hand still holding his jaw firmly in place.

Graves moaned at his demanding tone, a hot feeling burning in his chest. Y/N never failed to make him unbearably flustered. And horny.

Slowly inching his way inside, Y/N rubbed Graves hip in an attempt to keep him calm. He tried his best to take deep breaths, but the feeling of Y/N’s hand holding his face forward while he kissed his neck was overwhelming.

When he finally bottomed out, he let his face go, moving it to press firmly against his lower stomach just under his belly button. His skin burned, and Y/N continued to pepper kisses on his neck, occasionally pausing to suck a hickey onto the pale skin. One that wouldn’t easily be covered up. One that would show all of his Shadows that he was being taken care of VERY well.

Y/N slowly pulled his hips back before snapping them back against Graves ass, a loud slap filling the room and quickly being joined by more as Y/N fucked into Graves hard and fast. Graves moaned at the way Y/N’s cock filled him, scraping his sensitive walls with every vein, the head pressing against his prostate with every push in and pull out.

Lube dribbled out of his hole and down Y/N’s balls as they slapped Graves' ass. It felt so lewd and so good. Y/N gripped his hip tighter before letting his other hand trail down to grab Graves cock, which was dark pink and dripping wet. He started stroking him in time with how he was pounding into Graves.

“Fuck!” he moaned, grabbing the table again. His legs shook as he came, almost immediately after Y/N wrapped his fingers around his aching erection and stroked it to hardness.

“You’re so sensitive today,” Y/N said, continuing to jerk him off.

Graves doubled over onto the table and slapped a hand over his mouth. He felt too good. Tears brimmed his pale blue eyes, and he reached back to grab Y/N’s forearm, squeezing it tightly.

“Oh, God, fuck,” he whimpered. He was so close to cumming again, the deep ache in the pit of his stomach tightening and leaving his skin burning hot, a flush covering his ears. He begged, “Slow down.”

Y/N leaned down and kissed his shoulder before grabbing his hand and pulling it, the side of his face pressing against the cold wood. Y/N moved to hold both of his wrists in his hands, pulling them back and causing Graves back to arch as he was lifted off the table slightly.

The new position gave Y/N a perfect angle to abuse his prostate, causing Graves to let out a shrill moan and cum again, the white liquid spilling onto the floor and puddling with his previous release. Tears began pouring from his eyes from Y/N not ceasing his relentless pace. His entire body felt as if it were on fire, an uncomfortable heat pooling in his stomach.

“Fuck- Please!” Graves cried. His face was melting into the table, hot and wet and salty. “Please, please,” he begged.

“You can take it,” Y/N stated as his hips slapped against Graves' ass. “You’re a big boy.”

Graves choked on his spit as it gathered in the back of his mouth, slowly spilling past his lips and mixing with his tears on the table.

���I can’t,” he sobbed, moaning again when Y/N leaned down and bit the side of his neck.

“You can,” he whispered against his neck. Graves' hair stood on end and he came again, a guttural groan ripping from his throat. The amount of cum that dripped from his cock was pitiful, clear and thin.

He clenched around Y/N hard, the latter moaning and pulling out before wrapping his hand around his cock and angling it to cum on his ass. He grunted when he did, thick spurts of cum spewing from the tip of his cock and decorating Graves' ass.

He was panting and shaking, desperate to catch his breath and calm down from so many orgasms in such a small period of time.

Y/N pulled up his pants and buckled his belt before patting Graves thigh.

“Clean up, dinner’s in 10,” he said before walking out the door to the small office. He closed the door shut, leaving Graves to clean himself up with no materials to do so. He shakily sighed and pressed his forehead to the desk as he slowly regained his breath.

He wants this to happen again soon.

#graves x male reader #graves x reader #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x male reader #bottom graves #bottom cod #top male reader #x top male reader #dom male reader #mw2 x male reader #smut #i am never writing for graves again #this was hell

[this-violence-of-mine]

Wound Care

Asher scolds Cyrus a lot in this one! I decided he deserved a little caretaking, as a treat. TW for harsh language. Enjoy!

~

“Cyrus?” Asher called from the lower level. “Are you in here?”

He groaned and sat up. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m in here,” he called back, “I’m in the loft.”

“Are you okay?”

“You expect me to answer that honestly?”

The ladder creaked under his weight. His face popped up from over the edge. A large first aid kit slammed onto the floor as he threw it over. “Aimo told me about it.”

“Was he happy? Be honest.”

“No, he actually seemed worried.” He clambered onto the floor and sat on a bale of old hale. “When he mentioned the glass I knew I had to come see you.”

“Not the broken fingers?”

His brows furrowed and he frowned. “Broken fingers? He didn’t say anything about that.”

He shrugged. “Probably didn’t know. But about the glass, I’m good. None of it broke skin,” he paused, “I think.”

He sighed. “Do you have something against Ivan and me? Is this a game?”

“Don’t see why you’d think that.” From the side of his cot, atop the turned over crate he used as a nightstand, he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Just trying to make your lives easier.” He pulled a cigarette from the pack and stuck it between his lips, lighting the tip.

“It doesn’t make anything easier when you sneak off injured just to stop us from treating you.” He shook his head. “It makes our lives a lot harder actually. Wounds are prone to infection and bones set wrong like to heal wrong, in case you were unaware.”

“Wow, what are you, a doctor?”

“Joke all you want, but I’m here to take care of you. Why are you so against getting help?”

“Maybe I don’t need it.”

“Maybe you do but you’re convinced you don’t deserve it because then you’d be a burden. Did I hit the nail on the head or should I keep going?”

“Has anyone ever told you your bedside manner sucks ass?”

“It only sucks ass with you because you’re the kind of patient who would be forced to come to the emergency room for a stabbing. I exist to help others. How would you be a burden on me if that’s what I do?”

“Others need help.”

“No. Nobody else has four broken fingers and possible lacerations. Stop it.”

He took a long drag off his cigarette. “Nah.”

“Cyrus Richards, I’m serious. Stop acting like you’re below help.”

“Look, you’ve already put so much time and effort into me when I got bit.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I-I can’t make you do that all over again.”

“Even if I want to?”

“I’m not worth the time or effort, man.”

He grabbed his shoulders. “I want to help you. You are my closest friend here and that says a lot.” He looked down and then back at him. “Cyrus, you’re worth the time and the effort.”

He looked away. “Look, I’d rather not keep this convo going. If you wanna look at my fingers, go right ahead.”

“This is about more than just the fingers. You run off whenever you get hurt and none of us know about it until after it’s healed wrong or you have another infection.” He pulled back. “Give me your hand.”

He held it out and winced as Asher pulled off the duct tape. The taste of copper filled his mouth from biting the inside of his cheek. Even the gentle touches sent a wave of pain through his hand.

“What were you thinking?”

“Wow, I really don’t wanna bother Asher or Ivan.” He kept his eyes averted.

He sighed. “Of course you were. Of course that’s exactly what you were thinking.”

“I’m sure you already knew that.”

“That was a rhetorical question, but I do appreciate the insight to your piss poor mental state.” His lips pulled into a tight frown and his brows furrowed. “The bruising isn’t as bad as I expected.”

“Oh joy.”

He bent down to examine the hand better. “It doesn’t look like there’s actually any fractures. I’m sure your ligaments are just torn.” He looked up at him. “That does not mean it’s any less of an injury.”

He winced from another touch. “Sure, sure. Just like how a sprained ankle is just as bad as a broken leg.”

“I’m not joking. It might be less severe than a fracture, but it doesn’t at all mean you should be using this hand for anything.”

“Alright, stop the scolding. I get it.”

“Do you or are you just saying that to get me to leave you alone?” 

“What do you think, Sherlock?”

He sighed. “Back to the injury, I think you’ll need them splinted. It can take anywhere from two to eight weeks for your fingers to completely heal.”

He laughed. “What? See, I thought I heard you say two to eight weeks. Don’t you mean days?”

“Weeks, Cyrus. As in the seven day period. Fourteen to fifty-six days.”

“Don’t you think that’s kinda, uh, a large range?”

“Yes.” His face was deadpan. 

“Give me a list of things I can do.”

“Whatever requires only one hand. I don’t even think you should stay up here while it heals. Climbing ladders one handed is dangerous.”

“Great. So not only is my hand fucked up but I’m also getting evicted.”

“It’s just a piece of advice. It’s up to you whether or not you follow it, but I recommend you do unless you want a nasty fall.”

“Where would I stay?”

“I could set you up in the other camper across from ours.”

“The clinic camper?”

He sighed. “Yes. The clinic camper.”

“You sure you won’t need the beds in there?”

“We don’t even use them. I end up treating everyone everywhere but that damn thing.” He took the roll of duct tape from inside his open duffel bag. “Let’s not delay the inevitable any further.”  He reached down and pulled the kit over. He undid the latch and rummaged through the clutter until he produced four tongue compressors.

“Alright. Be fast.” He looked away and balled his good hand into a tight fist, his nails digging into his palm.

“I’ll try.” 

Asher straightened his first finger, then the second, then the third and fourth. Agony crawled through his hand and up his forearm. He grimaced and bit back a curse.

He tore off a piece of tape and held the stick around his pointer finger as he wrapped it. With each one he repeated the process.

“We’re done.”

He released his held breath. “Thanks for that. I think I did it better, though.”

“No, you actually didn’t. I have no idea what result you envisioned when you taped your fingers together with no support.”

“Fuck if I know, I’m not a doctor.”

He shook his head. “With that out of the way, let me take care of the glass.”

“There is no glass.” He gestured to his leather jacket hanging from a loose nail. “She protected me.”

He sighed. “Fine, if you insist.” He closed the kit and stood up. “Do me a favor and don’t run off when you get hurt next time. It’s time consuming, tracking you down.”

“Maybe. Let me think about it.”

“I’m serious.”

“Sure, sure. So am I.” He slouched and rubbed the back of his neck. “But thanks, man, for taking care of that and all.”

“It was my pleasure.”

#oc: cyrus richards #oc: asher li #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #wound care #caretaking #caretaker #my writing #swearing tw

[the-grey-stickfox]

The beginning mini part 3- (Canon path) Breaking the bank.

~A few hours later~

The two thieves had passed the time with idle chit chat and some minor planning on where they were going to try to get in the bank, it was decent but Henry was definitely having trouble thinking now that the room was completely overwhelmed with the intense….savory….delicious smell of the apritadas that Fox was cooking up.

“Hey Fox..? How much longer until the uhh…apri…apir…”

“Apritadas.” Fox lifted a finger up filling in the blank Henry was drawing in his head.

“Yeah! That, how much longer until it’s done? I’m almost drooling from the smell… it’s so many flavors and scents all at once….” Henry slowly began to quickly giggle in excitement just imagining how good the food must taste, it was like…a sea of meat and vegetables ….

“Gotta give it a few more mins, gotta let it all marinate together and slow cook to really get the flavor, buuut since I’m pretty much done cooking and cleaning.” Fox slowly in a nonchalant manner walked up to Henry keeping a arms length of distance between the two.

“Why don’t we do some practice huh? Basic hand to hand combat stuff, I wanna see if you can handle yourself in case we gotta deal with a guard or two.” Fox stretched a bit before gesturing Henry to come at him with his fingers. “Just try to take me down to the ground, by any means with your bare hands.”

Henry looked a bit baffled at the idea of a bit of suddenly trying to take Fox down, even gulping a bit as the idea of taking Fox down seemed….Crazy, cause as far as he could tell, Fox seemed like he was pretty experienced with this sort of thing and had no idea how good fox was at fighting.

But considering he could learn a thing or two he decides to give it the good ole try and began to think of how he could take fox down, seeing as he was just standing there not remotely worried so maybe he could catch him by surprise or quickly get him off balance, so Henry lowers himself almost like a football player and the moment he charged at Fox it sounded as if a retro video game character said Hut as Henry went to tackle fox.

Fox managed to completely stop Henry once he made contact not even moving him a bit and got Henry in a head lock with one arm and simply tossed him to the side, making Henry Yelp as he flew like a football game character got punched and quickly got up seeing fox telling him to come at him again with just his hands. So Henry couches down and starts glowing and jumps in the high in the air like Mario and tries to land on fox as if trying to drop kick him but…Fox grabbed Henry’s leg and moved to the side as Henry felt himself immediately fall down wards, finding himself dangling upside down at Fox’s mercy holding his ankle.

“Hmmm…you definitely could use some practice when trying to get someone down from a distance, but I like how you went in for it. Try again but this time, start right in front of me, or behind me, whatever you prefer.” Fox gently put Henry down on the floor helping him up, and Henry thinking for a moment chose to try to take fox down from behind so chose to start from behind the now obviously more experienced and tougher partner.

Henry process to grapple with Fox as if they were in a wrestling game but as Henry was about to pick fox up, he noticed a reversal button icon above fox’s head that was…Yellow, the moment the prompt was clicked Henry gulped as Fox effortlessly hip thrower Henry, getting a Yelp out of the poor stickman as he felt one of Fox’s arms wrap around his neck, getting him in a one armed sleeper hold and felt himself sitting on Fox’s knee.

Fox gently flicked Henry’s nose chuckling as the stickman slowly looked up at him a bit flustered and embarrassed from failing so bad. “I think we got some training cut out for you after we’re done eating dinner Huh?”

Fox was about to respond before realizing…Fox’s face was…pretty close to his own from how he was holding him, the sudden realization made his face go red which Fox definitely noticed. “Hey man you alright? Your face is all red.” It took a moment before fox realized why Henry’s face was like that and his face proceeded to get slightly red as he gently let Henry go and helped him to his feet.

“Alright…why don’t we go eat now huh?” Fox casually pats Henry’s back as he walks over to the pot of apritadas, Henry just slowly nods walking to the mini dining table a bit shyly now. “sure…so uhh…where did you learn how to fight? From how easily you managed to it seems like your pretty experienced with fighting or…Close quarters combat was it called?” Henry tried to change the subject from their little awkward, unintentionally intimate stare down.

“Yeah your right in the nail there, I’ve been practicing since I started middle school, was always interested in stuff like gymnastics, and some combat sports so I kinda just got into some clubs, and when I was better then everyone else I began to practice on my own and kept going from there.” Fox chuckled a bit, he wasn’t sure why, but something about Henry made him feel like he can talk about his past a little bit. He came to the table with two big bowls full of apritadas and white rice setting them down as he got comfy in his seat.

“Alright partner, dig in.” Fox did a little jazz hands before he began to eat as if giving the food a little pahzaaz.

Henry stared at the food in awe, there was so much goodness in this one bowl, meat vegetables and white rice made to perfection…Henry began to drool a bit but eventually snapped out of his trance before digging into the food, loving every bit of it.

Seeing how…intense Henry was eating his food, Fox pulled out some napkins putting them between him and Henry and ate quietly but glad his new partner in crime was enjoying their little dinner.

Once they were all done, and after they both had seconds and Henry going for thirds even, the two were changed in some PJ’s and laying in their beds. Henry looked like he was on the verge of a food coma. “That…was the tastiest thing, I’ve had in a long time…maybe even…my life! Thanks a bunch fox! Where’d you learn to cook so well??”

“Heheh, was self taught mostly, did pick up a few tricks along the way that definitely helped when I had to experiment, buuut I just went with whatever seemed interesting to me and my tastes. So probably not as skilled as I could be but eh. It’s not like you with your video game pop culture powers.” Fox turned his head to Henry tiredly with a little smirk.

“I’m a little jealous how good you are with that, but you better be careful, like you saw with our little spar/training session, you could accidentally do something that’ll let the enemy use it back on ya, so be careful man.” Henry seemed to take that to heart as his eyes widened a bit. He got a compliment, aand Fox is a little jealous of his pop culture powers, Henry smiled a bit, a little proud of himself as the two slowly yawned.

“Alright…let’s call it a night, should

probably check that bank out tomorrow, maybe we can break in right then and there huh?” Fox winked as Henry winked back and the two went to sleep for the night.

The end

#thsc fox #henry stickmin oc #story post #moments post #thsc henry stickmin #slightly long post #Mun:Sorry it took for me to get this part out

[rainbowspinch]

I have a quotes page that me and my partner have been trying to keep up with for the past 5 years. Here are some ones that I love

“The girl mosquitoes are just blood sucking leeches, like look around the room it’s like real life”

“I would ride all over their graves”

“The core is....oh that’s a lot of hot”

“Just because the computers are as fast as I am, they think they rule the world. They DON’T.”

“If ankles are the price I must pay to convince everyone I’m not cheating on my boyfriend, then so be it”

“Stop twisting my words before I start twisting your neck”

“T: that shit was like my cocaine

LY: cocaine is my cocaine”

“If you expect me to stop being stupid, you need to lower your expectations”

“If the school is gonna take such shit photos for the smart riders, they should atleast get a better camera so it’s shit but in good quality”

“The whole world was ruled by jellyfish”

“Did you know that there’s still dinosaurs around? Like cassowaries”

“When you say that orange is the best zooper dooper you’ve entered the argument area”

“Usually people like you, who get bullied, grab a knife and go around stabbing people”

“I don’t wanna die from a NUT, that’s just pathetic”

“My shoes look like a fucking bionicle”

“Why are you wearing a speedo, what is WRONG WITH YOU”

“I will swivel chair into your head, move bitch”

“Due to technical reasons I have ADHD I think”

“It’s because I’m Italian. OUI OUI!!”

“We have to run to both the base lines?? Go kill yourself!! Consider MY feelings!”

“I think being autistic and having a nut allergy is a great combination”

“Get out or I’m gonna COVID kick your ass”

“How do you even survive my presence? My virtual presence. Social distancing.”

“Thank you ma'am, you are my favorite person, much homo *insert gay flag that android doesn't have*”

The meat man is coming in the morning”

“NO GAYS ALLOWED ON THE GOLF COURSE”

“There’s a spider on me, i should kill myself”

“His 5 hearts have been shot”

“Sprout some fucking legs”

“The year is...the year is 2”

“Haha, you thought you knew what I would do, but alas, I am unpredictable”

“Get your fingers out of the mud, boy”

“Stop fondling the worms”

“It’s fucking Shaggy, do you know what he’s capable of?!”

“Why do I have mind dreams from another timeline”

“The unborn babies news report”

“I’m feeling served hot and fresh”

“They’ve been through a lot, these ankles of mine”

“L: I feel like a sub species of human

LY: You are, you’re- *hand gesture* you’re really down there’”

“You walk into his house and the jazz stops”

“I found my father by the way. Just a heads up”

“I trust Jesus to look after my hot wheels”

“It meant he hadn’t been crunchin’-a-munching on my lip balm”

“Oh there’s a spider. Come closer :]”

“The 2 second rule in driving is how much time you have to eat your car after you drop it”

“Longing to reality shift to kiss some boys”

“The secret ingredient is cheating”

“You can date on Tumblr I just can’t guarantee it’ll go well”

“A: you’re an accomplice!

LY: Grease lightning-“

“I’ve got a tongue twister for you. FUCK”

“If the shoe fits? If the shoe fits up your ASS”

“You move like a transition slide”

“S: Jesus can FUCK off

H: Jesus has fucked off twice already, Sarah”

“My concept of linear time is not very linear”

“Hold on I’m sending a man to court”

“I promise, but only until I change my mind”

“Being attracted to me is healthy”

“Mood. Not that I’ve been hit by a car, but I do eat cucumbers”

“2 blonde bitches fighting for the throne and she’s not even a real blonde”

“You have so many issues and they’re all unresolved”

“I am my own target audience, and that audience has been met”

“I swear on my nana”

“I started drawing and suddenly I was Christian”

“Get these blonde molecules out of me”

“Lucy, your camera roll is filled with yourself, what do you mean Shame?”

“The Dreamscape is leaking into reality and it’s making me an asshole!”

“Terrible news, the statues are in a dick out mood”

“Toes out to that bro. Cheers” -Spinch on this day (Saturday, 14th May 3:17pm)

“You put your whole tiddies into saying something nice”

“Cry me a goldfish”

“You have skin boy! Are you excited?”

“If you ever touch his spider polycule, he’ll bite you”

Money not well spent, so I have to keep it there as a reminder”

“White walls purple bed kind of bitch”

“Breaking someone’s legs is not very kawaii schoolgirl of her”

“Are you thinking with your brain ma’am? Or are you thinking with your feet?”

“All the left handed people will be turned into grain”

“My autism tried to give me a new gender and I had to talk myself out of it”

“Get these blonde molecules IN me”

“Caution I am choosing”

“And I take off my wig. And I take off my wig. And I take of my wig. And I take of my bald cap. And I take off my bald cap. And I take off my wig. And I’m bald”

“Don’t headcanon my parents as transgender”

“You must have talent to be able to draw this bad”

“I liked it so much that my reaction was to tell you I don’t like it”

“You pick him up by the lungs a lot”

“I wouldn’t trust you with a fetus”

“Do you have parents? Not on purpose”

“She’s timeless, she’s stagnant”

“You get your autism backpack and you can fill it with acronyms”

“LY: I hate the continental drift

L: Like the dance?’

LY: LIKE THE PLANET SPLITTING APART, PANGEA”

“I feel splinched”

“I think he’s been crying, he looks freshly born”

“He looks like what the conservatives are protecting”

“LY: I’m very tan today

L: you’re tan every day

LY: yeah it’s like it’s my skin colour or something!”

#text post #sui mention #we talk about Jesus a lot #should I be tagging this with jesus? #I’d have to tag spiders too

[diorcities]

who do u love?

content: smut, exhibitionism, readerxdonghyuckxmark, unprotected sex, breeding kink, fem masturbation.

part one.

you felt the warm touch of your boyfriend on your thigh under the blanket. your eyes went to his but they were busy watching the movie playing. you brushed his messy hair with one of your hands and looked at your side, just to find that mark fell asleep on the couch next to yours.

you giggle.

“mark's asle-”

“yeah, i know, he's been like this for a while now” cut your boyfriend, his eyes locked on the screen until he finally looks at you, his face like a blank canvas. “sit on my lap, i wanna cuddle”

you did what he told you, resting your head on the crouch of his neck, your body in between his legs, his hands wrapped on your stomach, drawing circles.

the movie kept playing, with you giving glances at mark each time and donghuyck readjusting himself on the couch. your eyes widened when you felt a bulge pressing against your lower back. the heat covering your neck and cheeks.

“you ok?” his warm breath impacted your neck, and sends you an electric wave through your body. you nodded, repeatedly. “are you crying because the school student died?” he asked, his hands reaching to the tissue box that he bring from his bedroom because he know you were a crybaby.

“i'm fine, it's getting hot under the blankets,” you said.

“your hands are cold, tho” you rolled your eyes.

“the movie's playing, and mark's asleep, be quiet”

you heard him giggle.

you tried to come back and pay attention to the movie, but it was impossible. your head didn't wanna stop its intrusive thoughts of fake scenarios of your boyfriend's moaning in your ear while he fucks you in the dark of his room, in his gaming chair, against the wall, in the shower, the image of his fingers buried on your wet folds, his wet kisses on your breast, his arms flexing every time he...

“you're breathing funny, do you need your inhaler?” donghuyck's voice pulled you out of your head, bringing you back to reality. “let me get it for you, your heart is beating really fast”

“donghuyck” you called, grabbing his hand, so he stays. he look at you, and it only took him seconds to find out what was going on.

he gave you a smirk.

“now? watching train to busan?” he asked you, in a whisper.

you cover your face under the blanket, letting out a small gasp when your boyfriend lifted you and placed you right on top of his crotch.

your eyes went to his, in worries that mark can wake up at any moment. but you couldn't wait anymore, you really wanted his dick inside of you. someone could appear at any point, but you couldn't resist the urge, the electric sensation shooting from your lower abdomen to your legs, arms, head, and your heat.

“i'm all yours, honey” he whispered, and you lost it.

your hands went to the waistband of his pants and pulled it down to his thighs, enough so you could release his length. him, on the other side, took your shorts to your ankles and put your panties on a side

you almost let out a moan when he slides his entire penis on your pussy.

he didn't move for a moment, while you readjusted around him, his length stretching you out. the single thought of him buried inside you, heat you up, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you lean back to him, your back pressing against his chest. your hips moving in circles, feeling the fullness in your core, filling every inch, your wetness helping it to slide easily.

“keep an eye on mark, i can't see him from here” he ordered, his hips pushing himself up, hitting your sweet spot. your mouth went wide open, and as your eyes linger to mark, snoring lightly, his head dropped on one side of the couch. your eyes went to the ceiling at the second trust. your teeth biting your lips at the next thrust.

donghuyck wrapped his arms around your waist, while he pushed his length in and out of your dripping pussy, his breath hitting your ear, biting it, small moans leaving his lips.

your head dropped on his shoulder when he changed position so he could reach you deeper, the blanket tossed on the floor because of the sudden movement. you were now exposed at any sight, in a very compromising position, while your boyfriend fucked the shit out of you in the shared living room.

one of his hands found its way to your lips. you lick them and sucked them, using your tongue to swirl his index finger. you left a small whimper when he speeded up his moves, his index finger previously on your mouth, going to your folds and massaging your clit in circles. the couch moves because of donghuyck's frenzy moves.

his hand forcing you to spread your legs wider, his hips lashing out your butt, the slight sound of wetness coming from your body parts connecting at each bumping, sending pleasurable sensations to each part of your body, while his fingers moving in circular motions on your clit, making you go numb, head empty. brainwashed.

“fuck, i'm close” he said, and you nodded in agreement, feeling the knot tightening in your stomach. your eyes shut because of the arousal of sensations your body was feeling. his hands prior on your leg, spreading you out for him, now on your mouth because of the fear of being caught. “fuck, y/n” he begs, his moves becoming floppy, yet your climax not releasing you from the stimulation.

your legs twitched and shaked of pleasure.

your eyes went to mark when you were about to reach your orgasm, feeling the cum of your boyfriend dripping inside your cunt while mark's eyes opened, locking his sight on your face, contouring of pleasure as your shocking orgasm released you in waves around your boyfriend's penis.

your boyfriend's body released the tension of his body after his climax under you, his head rubbing your back, like a puppy, while your eyes were locked on mark's. the heat covering your cheeks because of embarrassment, yet, mark didn't laugh or make any noise so donghuyck could notice that he saw everything. instead, he turned his head to the other side and pretended to be asleep a little longer, while donghuyck pulled out his penis from your pussy filled with his cum, his hands reaching for a tissue from the coffee table, so he could clean you up.

he pulled up his pants and encouraged you to do the same, your head still spinning from the stimulation, and mark's reaction to the two of you fucking, til the dark-haired boy stretched his muscles and let out a soft moan, his eyes opened again, leaving you confused because you clearly saw him looking you a minute ago.

“the movie ended?” he asked, his raspy and sleepy voice feeling the awkward silence.

“mhm...”donghuyck respond.

“i'll go to sleep then, i must have fallen asleep,” he said, his hands brushing his hair, getting up from the couch. “even though, i saw enough,” said, walking to his bedroom after giving you a slight glance and you seeing a smile dancing on his lips.

masterlist

#nct au #nct 127 smut #nct imagines #haechan smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct scenarios #lee donghyuck #nct donghyuck #mark lee smut #mark #mark lee #smut #m:haechan #♡haechan #♡mark #m:mark

[yikimiki]

Please more Reiner and size kinkkkkkkk

SAY NO MORE!!! I actually got really carried away with this one because Reiner with a size kink just makes me go insane

jock!reiner x fem!reader | warnings: smut, size kink, dirty talk, rough sex, semi-public, unprotected sex, college au, praise kink, creampie, breeding kink

♡ ♡ ♡

In his defense, Reiner warned you. You just decided not to take him seriously.

Could you blame yourself? Not really, not when a lot of guys like to play up their sizes to get people interested. In your blissful innocence, you thought that Reiner, local dumbass and above average quarterback, was doing the same when he told you like three times that he might have to prepare you a little longer. In your lustful and incredulous haze, you only rolled your eyes, pulling him closer and moaning once your mouths collided back into a heated kiss.

Party hook-ups were never your go-to, but these are different times. Tonight, after a huge back and forth between the two of you, the bubble of sexual tension finally exploded when you straddled his meaty tights, making out with him on the sofa. It wasn’t long before Reiner was panting and groaning, the imprint of his hard cock poking your inner tight, and even less time until he was practically begging to take you somewhere private.

Which leads you here: with your legs spread open, panties hanging on one ankle and skirt pulled up to reveal your soaked pussy. Your ass is pressed against the cold marble of the bathroom sink and your eager eyes are watching as Reiner finally pulls his pants down, dragging his underwear down with it.

Oh. That’s gonna be an issue.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, feeling both aroused and terrified at once. Reiner takes one hand to pump his cock, which his for sure the biggest you’ve ever seen. He’s thick and long, with a bright red tip and thick veins standing out. His balls are equally huge, heavy and loaded as he takes a step towards you. “Reiner, you’re so big.”

He scoffs, thumb circling his tip, where a fat bead of precum started to drip. “Sure you don’t want more prep?” He asks and, in a suicidal decision, you shake your head no. You’re being stupid for the second time tonight, but, now, it’s on purpose. As much as you think there’s no way in hell you’ll be able to take him inside, you want to feel the stretch of every single inch Reiner has to give you. He raises one eyebrow. “Sure about that?”

Tentatively, you curl one hand around his member, gasping once you notice you can’t even hold him all the way around. Reiner sees it too, hissing at the image. “I’m sure,” you say. “I wanna try.”

He takes another step towards you, large hands separating your thighs before he yanks you closer by the waist. You yelp at the movement, growing even wetter at his strength. “You sure you can take my cock, baby?” The pet name makes your toes curl, the vibrato of his voice now so much closer to you. Now that Reiner is standing tall before you, you come to terms with the fact that he’s huge all around — strong, defined muscles, tall, broad shoulders. He could break you in half if he wanted to. “Pussy looks so fucking tiny. I doubt I’ll fit.”

You gasp when two of his fingers spread your pussy lips apart. You hold his cock tighter, earning a groan from him. “Please, make it fit,” you almost sob. You never needed something so much in your life. “I can take whatever you give me, please.”

That seems to be enough for Reiner. He takes your hand away from his cock and lines his tip with your soaked entrance, rubbing himself up and down to catch more of your arousal. You are moaning at that feeling alone, entire body expecting for the moment that he finally enters you.

“Ready?” He asks. You nod, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Gonna go slow. But I can’t promise I’ll hold back later.”

“Okay,” you say.

The tip of his cock presses tightly against your entrance, intruding past the ring of muscle. Reiner growls against your ear at the feeling of your tiny pussy clenching around him, almost pushing him out. “You have to relax for me, baby,” he asks.

“I-I’m sorry,” you hiccup. “It’s just— you’re so big, so big.”

“Shhh, I know, baby, I know.” Reiner kisses your temple, then presses forward once again. You cry out his name as his huge length splits you open, feeling like you’re about to cum from his size alone. By the time that he bottoms out — how, you have no idea — you’re crying out in pain and pleasure, nails digging into his large biceps as he waits for you to get used to it. “Fuck, baby,” Reiner moans. “You’re way too fucking tight. Pussy’s just sucking me in.”

“M-move, please,” you beg. “Please, Reiner.”

You don’t have to ask twice. Reiner is slamming his hips against yours in no time, pace getting faster and faster until you’re practically bouncing on the bathroom sink, tits moving up and down with the force of his thrusts. You just feel so small caged by his strong arms; the animalistic glint in his eyes making you feel like he’s about to eat you whole. Still, you can’t think much further than that, not with his huge cock fucking you dumb, brushing against every single sweet spot you have.

“G-God, you’re such a good girl,” Reiner hisses, one arm circling your waist so he can change the angle of his thrusts. “You’re taking my fat cock so fucking well, this tight little pussy is not even letting me slip out.” His cock throbs inside you as he says that, and some part of your fucked-out brain realizes that he must like the size difference just as much as you. “Tell me you like it, baby, tell me.”

“I love it,” you moan, throwing your head back. Reiner is attacking your neck in no time, deep voice vibrating against your jugular as your walls start to clamp around him. Your next words are a complete disconnected mess because of your orgasm, but every single one is like music to his ears. “R-Reiner, your cock’s s-so huge, so big, can’t take it— too much, it’s too much, I can’t...”

“Cum for me. You’re gonna be a good girl and gonna take every fucking inch of this cock,” he orders. You do both — walls spasming around his girth as your high washes over you, calling out his name again and again as if there aren’t hundreds of people just outside the bathroom door. But you don’t care, not when Reiner keeps using your pussy as his favorite toy, moaning and cursing as his own high approaches. “Tell me I can cum inside you,” he practically begs. “Tell me I can breed this pussy.”

You nod, still drunk off the pleasure. “Yes, please, fill me up, Reiner, please.”

His hand is on the back of your neck before you can think, pulling you into a kiss that is all teeth and tongue. “Gonna give you every drop of my cum, baby,” Reiner promises. “Gonna fill you up until your pussy is dripping.”

This time, you’re smart enough to believe his warnings. Reiner cums soon after — and he cums a lot. Wave after wave of white shoots out of his cock, his hands holding onto your hips so tightly you just know it’ll be sore in the morning. You’re stuttering out his name as another small orgasm rushes through your body, enough to push out his cum before he’s even done with it, dripping down the sides of his cock and onto the floor. With his size and his release, you feel as full as you can get, bliss overtaking your body as he finally pulls away.

“What a mess,” you giggle, looking down between your legs.

Reiner agrees with a chuckle, leaning in to place a soft kiss against your lips. “You did so well,” he praises and you feel yourself melt. “Mind if I call you one of these days?”

#reiner smut #reiner x you #aot reiner #Reiner x reader #reiner braun #reiner headcanons #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut

[wrixthesley]

Armin likes when you wear his jersey to his games and cheer him on from the stands but he likes it even more when you wear his jersey in bed with nothing underneath, congratulating him for winning ✨

*cums & dies* i love u andy, my wife, my mf cinnamon apple

cw: possessiveness, cream pie, slight jealousy, breeding kink, implied oral (f receiving), hair pulling, voyeurism, mentions of Eren, not proofread

Oh you look so cute, the gold adorning his jersey matches the color of your socks you wore to support him during his game. He can see his last name and number when you turn to face your friends behind you.

It makes his heart melt to see you from the stands, cheering on for him, lets everyone know that you’re taken. There’s only a small detail he could go without and that’s the fact that you’re standing a little too close to Eren for his liking. It wouldn’t bother him usually, if it wasn’t for the fact that Eren’s eyes linger too long on the curve of your ass or that your shorts are so short they keep riding up your thigh.

Oh fuck- your thighs, they look so good. So plush and warm, he can practically feel how soft they are on his cheeks, how he’ll have you squirming, crying, fingers tugging at his hair until you’re screaming for him, for more, Armin, more!

It’s exactly what happens after his game. When he gets you alone in the locker room, legs spread out for him and panties hanging off your ankle. You look pretty like this, wearing his jersey and pulling him in for a sloppy kiss.

You can taste yourself on his tongue and his fingertips are hot against your skin when he pulls his jersey up over your tits.

"So pretty for me."

He palms at your breast, your hands finding his wrist and he knows what's next.

It's his favorite part. Watching you look up at him and feeling you trying to pull him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist because you can't wait anymore. You need him to fuck you.

"Just fuck me, Armin. Please."

Your voice is airy, lust-filled, and oh so sweet. It makes his cock twitch, he's placing the tip right on your clit watching as the slightest touch has you arching into him, you know what he wants next. It's what sets him off, what makes him fuck you so hard that you see stars and he's lucky that you give in to his desires so easily.

"Armin, it's yours, please. Just wanna cum on your cock."

You're the prettiest when you're under him, when you let him line his cock up with your drooling pussy, and when you let out a gasp at the stretch of him making you feel so full.

He starts slow, making sure you can feel every inch of him slipping inside of you. His moans make you shiver, he's kissing up your neck and along your jaw until he meets your lips.

Your favorite kisses are the ones he gives you when he finally buries himself balls deep into your cunt, the head of his cock kissing your cervix, and, fuck- you can't even think.

His thrusts speed up, his weight coming down against your hips and he gets rougher, greedier, and he feels like he can't get enough of you. He wants to live in the warmth of your walls around him forever, loves feeling how tight you get when you get closer, loves that you're wearing his jersey. His cute little girlfriend letting him fuck in the locker room after a game.

He wants to see his last name while you're taking his dick. Wants the image of your ass bouncing against his hips with every single one of his thrusts and wants to hear you say his name over and over again.

He's telling you to get on all fours, adjusting you so that you're comfortable enough on the bench before sheathing himself inside of you again.

He doesn't let you breathe. Thrusts so fast and harsh you can feel his balls slapping against your clit, you can hardly say anything other than a babble of his name, repeating that it's his, you're his, and you belong to him.

Fuck it goes straight to his head, wants to make sure everyone knows that you're his too. His hand cards through your hair, fingertips finding the roots before pulling your back up to his chest.

"It's mine, hm? I should cum inside of you, yeah? Let me fuck a baby into your belly so that everyone knows who you really belong to."

"Yeah, Min, want a baby, please give me a baby." you don't even know the weight behind your words. Armin always follows through with his promises.

He lets go of your hair, both hands on the fat of your hips making you match his pace. You let him, let him push you over and clamp around his length while he spills himself inside of you. He's promising that he'll fuck you like this from now on, always make sure that you're full of his cum.

Fuck, he can already feel himself start to get hard again. He's not done yet anyway, he wants to make you cry out his name.

He knows Eren is listening anyway.

#armin smut #armin x reader smut #armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert x reader smut #snk smut #aot smut #snk x reader smut #aot x reader smut #armin x y/n #armin x you #armin x reader #andy n sandy 🥰

[tokrev-roses]

Cool Cool Boy

although you are happy with your love, your ex-boyfriend wants to be a part of your life again. jealous boyfriends and phones involved + NSFW (original request)

🖋Genre: Smut (Mikey, Draken Chifuyu), Fluff (Baji)

⚠️Warnings: 18+ for everyone but Baji, description of the female body and sexual acts, bad writing/grammar/spelling

👥Characters: Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu, Baji

❧ Keisuke Baji

Fancy dates are not his thing

It was not only that he had a budget, being a middle schooler and everything, he also simply didn’t vibe with it

But it was your anniversary, so he saved up all his pocket money and tried to behave so mama Baji would let him out

Cue to him waiting in front of a popular restaurant for young couples, wearing his edgy street clothes

And to both of your surprise, everything went smoothly

He excused himself to the restroom for a sec, and while you were waiting at your table, daydreaming about the beauty of this evening, someone sat down on Keisuke’s chair

You turned towards the person, fully expecting to see your boyfriend, but were met with a less than pleasant view. Your ex-boyfriend greeted you with a satisfied smirk.

“Enjoying yourself, y/n? You know, I always thought you were one of those girls who loved fancy stuff, considering how much you loved our dates and my presents. That you’d settle for someone who is unable to offer you more than this…” He made a derogatory gesture towards the other tables.

This was no high-end restaurant with view over the Tokyo skyline, but it was Baji who put a lot of effort into this, and it meant more to you than anything else

As you were about to respond, a shadow towered over your ex

“What do you think you are doing her punk?”

“This is the trash you left me for, y/n?”

As he was about to laugh, Baji seized him by the collar, lifted him up, and threw him away like actual trash

Knowing Keisuke, you tried to stop the enraged berserker he was about to turn into. No need for a brawl in the middle of a restaurant

You managed to calm him, nonetheless the manager kindly asked all three of you to leave

Keisuke kept quiet on your way home. You knew why. He actually wanted everything to be perfect, to show you how much you meant to him and it was ruined by his temper and a slimy asshole

„♪Kei-Su-Ke♪“, you poked the dimples of your grumpy boyfriend. “I loved this evening. Minus that idiot, but that was none of your fault.”

“Hm.”

He kept walking.

Ok, you’d have to bring the big guns in

With two big steps you were behind him to give him the strongest back hug possible

“Ya, you punk. Wanna pick a fight?”, your effort to imitate his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“As if a small fry like you could win against me.”

With that you knew the ice was broken. What you didn’t expect was him turning around fast as lightening, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

You tried to scream but it ended in heartful laughter

A perfect anniversary indeed.

❧ Manjiro Sano

(Future!Mikey, Dark-Haired)

King of jealousy and most possessive out of all the boys, so you can imagine his reaction as you told him your ex-boyfriend visited you at work

The mood instantly shifted

“Come on, Manjiro. He didn’t ask me to marry him or anything.”

This joke was not appreciated by him, and he stayed broody for the rest of the evening

You should have known that he was up to something as he suddenly became very touchy with you, but you pinned it on his neediness

Things got even stranger when he didn’t let you touch or pleasure him, but instead kept making you feel like wax between his fingers

It wasn’t just the way he abused your neck with longing kisses or how he caressed the sides of your body with featherlight touches as he made his way downwards. Not the way he fondled your breasts with the utmost care, kissing and sucking your nipples until you couldn’t keep your whimpers from spilling.

The satisfied smile he gave you as you made the first sound should have shown you that there was more to it, but you were so lost in pleasure, that you really didn’t care

Things got worse (or better) for you as he reached your most intimate spot

If he was skilled at pleasuring you before, he was a god at doing so today.

White pleasure blinded you as his velvet tongue explored every part of you. Every moan and whimper you gave him was met with a pleased hum that vibrated through your body.

When you couldn’t stop your own need from feeling every part of him on you, you used your hands in his dark hair to push him closer to you.

Instead of understanding your silent plea like he usually would, he just kept going and going until your vision got blurred by tears and your voice was hoarse.

Only then he let you go, mumbling something you were too tired to understand.

You slept well that night, with Mikey hugging you loke a koala

It was only when you looked at your phone the next morning, that you realized what he had done.

A chat with your ex-boyfriend, who must have written you last evening about going out for dinner, cough your eye. Your answer, which you definitely didn’t send, consisted of a 30 second audio.

Innocent you played it, of course, and it took you a second to realize what exactly you were hearing.

That was you. You, moaning in ecstasy. You were frozen in place an listened all the way through it

The audio ended with a raspy voice you knew all too well

“She is busy with me.”

❧ Ken Ryuguji

Your phone was broken.

It did not show you, who tried to call you and called people you never meant to call. That’s why instead of putting it in your pockets, it usually laid somewhere beside you. Like today as you were cooking dinner for your finance who was about to come home from his bike shop very soon

The last days had been a bit stressful, he had a lot to do, couldn’t spend any time with you and you went to meet your ex-boyfriend for coffee, as he himself was about to get married soon

Ken tried to be understanding, but the amount of your time this past fling consumed annoyed him

That’s why he wanted to make up for lost time this evening

He didn’t hesitate when he saw you standing in the kitchen, stirring something in a pan and looking so perfect

On swift move and the giant had placed you on the counter, standing between your spread legs, face buried in your neck

“Well, someone seems eager.”

He wasn’t willing to waste time with your teasing but begun to assault your lips

Heavy breathing filled the room as he cupped your chin with one hand and tried to get rid of your clothes with the other

Your bodies soon met with a pleasurable sensation, moving in synch.

You held on to him like your life depended on it, ankles hooked behind his back

He wasn’t one to moan, but his heavy breathing had something so unexplainable erotic to it, that it made up for the missing foreplay

One couldn’t be without the other and if it wouldn’t have been for the laws of nature, you would have said that your brains your hearts and your pleasure became one

Sweat made the counter slippery, and your voice became raspy as you finally reached your high together

“Well, hello there.” You could literally hear the smirk on his lips as he said this.

“…hello?”

You thought you were hallucination from your post-orgasmic bliss as you heard another voice talking to the both of you. But Ken’s shocked face as he looked towards your phone woke you up

It couldn’t be that your phone called your ex-boyfriend, right?

Right??  

❧ Chifuyu Matsuno

It’s not like Chifuyu needs your attention all the time, but he kinda needs it when he wants it you know?

And today he really needed it

He had given the shop into the hands of his partner, Kazutora, to spend some time with you, as a surprise

The thing with surprises was, that they usually came at the worst times

His mood went downwards as he came home and instead of giving him a confused hug, asking him why he was home already, you were on the phone with god knows whom

He thought you’d end the call soon, so he gave you some space, but as you kept laughing 30 minutes after he arrived, he got annoyed, to say the least.

He didn’t mean to listen in on your conversation, but your constant laughter, bickering and smiling made him…curious

It seemed like your former high school sweetheart had called to “remember the good old times”, and although it wasn’t like him at all, he slowly but surely felt anger bubbling inside of him.

You had settled for the couch, and although the other party was on the phone, he felt the need to touch you, so he laid down between your legs, head resting on your stomach

You, of course, noticed the sour mood hanging in the air (not just because he followed you around like a lost puppy while you were phoning this old friend of yours)

So you petted his hair, knowing it would calm him

But the time for appeasement was over, at least for Chifuyu. He knew that you knew that he wanted you to hang up, yet you didn’t

It started as an innocent kiss on your stomach, which you answered with a silent chuckle, shaking your hand to signal him to stop

That he ignored it would be an understatement

Something you realised as he started caressing your intimate part through your clothes

As your friend on the other side was continuing to tell you about his life, your attention was captured by the innocent puppy-dog eyes your boyfriend gave you as he got rid of the annoying layers keeping him from feeling you

He began giving you kitten licks, that literally took your breath away. Good for you, the other man didn’t notice

Chifuyu, that devil, knew what he was doing, keeping eye contact with you while doing the most sinful things to you

It got worse as he took your pearl between his soft lips and started sucking

You had to press your fist on your mouth to keep any sound from spilling

He continued his assault with a steady pace, and you wanted him to stop as much as you wanted him to continue

“Y/n, are you still there?”

You hadn’t noticed that the excited voice on the phone had stopped

Faster than you could react, Chifuyu had snatched your phone away from you.

His breath tickled your now wet parts as he answered

“Something came up just now, and she needs to come. Try again, pal.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo manji revengers #draken x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #mikey x reader #sano manjiro x reader #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #baji x reader #keisuke baji x reader #tokyo revengers baji #tokyo revengers draken #tokyo revengers chifuyu

[kaidenya]

Getting Caught ✧ MHA

Description: Headcanons for getting caught in a intimate moment with Hitoshi Shinso, Tenya Iida, Mirio Togata, & Tomura Shigaraki

WARNING: NSFW, suggestive content NOTE: This is a repost of an old SHITPOST headcanon I had on my previous account so if this looks familiar I hope you enjoy it the second time around!

“Nobody will know...”

Shinso

Shinso would go to his grave claiming that you were to blame for this situation

But in all honesty, he had been allowing things to build for far too long

You two weren’t necessarily a secret, but most people just assumed you were bEsT fRiEnDs 🥴

It was an honest misunderstanding

You had decided to keep physical contact to a minimum after an unfortunate attempt at holding his hand left you believing he didn’t enjoy any forms of PDA.

Shinso had just assumed the same about you.

However, as the two of you grew more serious, you found it more difficult to keep your hands to yourself

It just so happened your boyfriend had been working extremely hard in the hero course and it s h o w e d

You had found yourself admiring his changing physique and in turn, found you weren’t the only one admiring your boyfriend.

You weren’t necessarily jealous— you trusted him more than anything, but he tended to be socially constipated

And nobody seemed to know about you. Thus giving the other interested parties an unintentional greenlight to flirt with him. And there was one girl that had stood out among the sea of suitors.

Each time you saw the second-year girl perch next to Shinso it made your skin crawl, but no lines had been crossed.

Until they were.

Your knuckles were gripping the strap of your bag so tightly it ached when you made your way to where your boyfriend was perched outside

The second-year didn’t even acknowledge you as she continued her flirtatious ways and you don’t resist the urge to roll your eyes as you settle into the place next to him.

He had flashes you a lazy smile before focusing back on his phone screen.

Then her hand landed on his upper thigh

Let me tell you: sleepy boy was shocked when she touched him, but he was EVEN MORE SHOCKED when you took her by the wrist and tossed her hand to the side

You waste no time threading your fingers with his, rising to your feet and all but hauling him from his seat

His amusement only grew as he realized just how jealous you had gotten, a smirk forming over his lips as he set to teasing you

‘What’s the matter, kitty? You don’t like anyone touching daddy?’

NO, YOU DO NOT

You have no idea how you ended up on your knees in a supply closet??

Shinso is feeling very sure of himself above you, using the hand that was gripping the back of your neck as leverage to hold you down on his length

k i n g of dirty talk 🤭

Absolutely cannot help himself when it comes to telling you how pretty you look choking on his cock

Honestly doesn’t last long, but what do you expect? Seeing your jealous and possessive response to the girl he had given little to no acknowledgment had lit a fire in his chest

He was desperate to get his hands on you, to remind you that he was just as much yours as you were his.

And when he does— oh MAN he makes you forget all about the second-year girl

He has one of your legs draped over his shoulder as he goes down on you, licking and sucking at you in a way that had you trembling

You accidentally knock over a pile of brooms and mops, neither of you paying them any mind as your head lulled in bliss

If only you had remembered to flick the lock on the door…

Kirishima really thought someone was banging on the door for help. It wouldn’t have been manly— or heroic not to make sure someone wasn’t in trouble

Besides, why else would someone be making so much noise in a supply closet if they weren’t stuck??

So when the door swung open and he locked eyes with you, still panting and moaning as an all too familiar head of purple hair buried further into your heat—

He let out the loudest shout he could muster. Apologies poured from his mouth as he fumbled to shut the door

However, your boyfriend made no move to let you go. Instead, he hummed against your skin, only leaning back to nip at your inner thigh before speaking in a heavy voice

‘Better make this fast, kitty.’

Iida

So you’ve tried to keep your relationship on the down-low bc Iida doesn’t want anyone to think he’s distracted

We all know he just doesn’t wanna be called out for his obvious favoritism

Before you got together you were constantly pushing him, breaking minuscule rules in favor of gaining his attention. Nothing too immoral, but enough to get under his skin.

Like slipping into class just seconds after the bell had rung, nearly avoiding Aizawa’s attention, but never making it past Iida.

Or when a class had gotten a bit too stressful, the room filling with hot air as tensions rose and you had to pop open a few buttons of your uniform top

Then there was your favorite offense; desk sitting. If there was one sure way to get a reaction from your stickler of a boyfriend it was to place yourself on top of a desk.

Which is what you found yourself doing at the end of an unfavorable week. The two of you hadn’t gotten a moment together outside of your studies and you were growing needy.

So with a few moments of free time before class began, you decided to chat with Tsu and Uraraka, settling atop the desk between them when you had grown tired of standing

The desk belonging to none other than Tenya

Your ankles were crossed as you leaned forward to speak with Tsuyu and he was beyond s h o o k

Immediate hand chopping.

He’s towering over you, ranting about how your behavior was improper while keeping his hands clenched in an attempt to keep from running his fingertips along your thighs.

When was the last time you were this close to him? It had to have been longer than he realized for him to have such a strong reaction— are you biting your lip??

Any response between you died off as Aizawa addressed the class and you were sent back to your seat, leaving Iida far more frazzled than you realized

The moment class ends he has you tucked under an empty stairwell to continue his lecture

Only he doesn’t get very far

Tenya Iida has an authority kink. I take no criticism.

When you look up at him from under your lashes, muttering the words ‘yes sir’ as he chastised you, his resolve was shattered

Has you pressed against the wall immediately, fisting your blazer as he dips to press his forehead to yours

‘Why must you push me?’

Doesn’t even let you answer before his mouth is covering yours, hips arching to grind his obvious arousal against you

Knowing he had been just as affected by your as you had him was enough to spur a moan past your lips and he takes the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth

Although he was MORTIFIED at the impropriety of it all, he couldn’t resist the sweet noises you made as he expertly worked against you

His hand eventually slides between you, pushing past the waistband of your bottoms and grinding his palm against you teasingly

‘Now, who do you belong to, darling?’

You you youyouyou—

Your hand was rubbing along Iida’s hard cock, his length straining against his pants to the point you’re almost worried they’ll rip

Somehow the two of you had been so lost in one another that you hadn’t heard the door open at the top of the stairwell

Denki and Mineta honestly weren’t creeping this time— they just wanted a snack from the vending machine adjacent to you!

Got a whole ass meal instead 👁👄👁

A moan tore from your throat, quickly being smothered by Tenya’s parted lips as you came on his fingers

You had barely made out the echoing sound of objects clattering to the ground through the ringing in your ears

But your boyfriend had heard

His lips separated from you in an instant, shocked gaze shifting into something closer to anger as he recognized your classmates

Denki began stammering out an apology, looking close to short-circuiting as his attention flickered between you

Mineta had let his gaze linger on you for too long. His eyes taking in the way your exposed chest— Tenya must have pulled the buttons loose

You cringe away from his gaze, post-orgasm haze™ spurring you to tuck yourself closer to Tenya to avoid their stares rather than snap at them

It was your obvious discomfort that had kicked Iida into gear, twisting to thread your button your blouse together before rounding on the others

If embarrassment wasn’t enough, the thought of them having seen you in such a vulnerable position had him seething as he began his lecture

Attempts hand chopping them into submission, but they kept disregarding his words in favor of catching another glimpse of you in a fucked out state

All fondness for his classmates had vanished as he stepped into their line of sight, shielding you from their gazes. His eyes almost daring them to continue

Whatever words lingering on their tongues died off, heads bowing in shame as they agreed to keep the entire situation to themselves

After all, the potential wrath of Tenya Iida was not something to be taken lightly.

Mirio

Mirio’s love language is touch, without a doubt, so it’s honestly surprising when he’s NOT trying to get handsy with you

He’s always defended his obvious displays of affection by claiming he had so little free time— he’d be a fool to waste the opportunity to touch you!

Mirio jumped at the opportunity to feel you against him. Whether it was a heavy kiss to your lips after walking you to class, a hand slipping under your shirt to caress your back, or his fingers trailing teasingly along your thigh.

However, as much as he was attentive, he was also forgetful.

It was because of that forgetfulness that you found yourself alone in your dorm. Countless boxes of takeout were lined up on your desk and a pre-planned movie was ready to play on your small tv.

After a few hours and countless delivered messages, you succumbed to disappointment.

The following day Mirio can’t seem to figure out why you’re avoiding him, but he refuses to give up without a fight.

Definitely thinks it’s a game of some sort and takes it upon himself to break your silent streak

It wasn’t easy being upset with Mirio. He had an uncanny ability to brighten any room he stepped into and being irrevocably in love with him only strengthened his effect

He’s always hard for you and loves letting you know just how you affect him— so why not place a hand on your hand, pressing firmly against your back when he slips past?

You always look so stunning— why not feed you compliments at every given moment?

How could he not look at you with the most iNTENSE GAZE undressing you with his eyes in front of everyone?

It’s when he realizes that you aren’t reacting to his teasing and flirtatious behaviorist that he caves.

He finds you between classes, stirring you away from the crowd, despite your wordless protests. It isn’t until you’re tucked away in an abandoned hall that he finally asks what was wrong

You had fully intended on dragging it out, allowing anger to push you on. But he spoke to you in the softest voice, looked at you with eyes filled with so much devotion that it was nearly overwhelming

He is shocked when you shove him away— were you tearing up??

Actually gets super defensive because he doesn’t realize HES the one that made you upset

Once you finally cave and remind him about the date he had missed it hits him like a freight train.

The two of you so rarely got time together and he had stood you up.

‘I’m so sorry, baby. I’ve been so busy lately— I didn’t realize I was neglecting you.’

Does not waste time making it up to you. He cups your face in his hands as he starts placing soft kisses on your face, cooing softly as tears roll down your cheeks

Did somebody say praise kink?

How can you stay mad at him when he’s telling you how sorry he is and that he loves you and you’re the only one his dick will get hard for??

It isn’t long before he’s pinned you between him and the wall, hitching your legs around his waist while coaxing you into a heavy kiss

His hips flex to grind against you, his hot length slotting between your thighs as he digs his fingertips into the curve of your ass

Mirio does not care that somebody could see— his quirk leaves him naked all the time and he’s shameless 🥵

But again he’s so forgetful—

And he was meant to go straight to class 1A to talk with them alongside the other members of The Big Three

So when he didn’t show up Aizawa had sent Tamaki and Midoriya in search of their future number one hero

How were you supposed to know they would turn the corner just as you arched from the wall?

Mirio had no idea anyone was there as he used the hand that was wrapped around your throat as leverage to grind you over the edge—

bOY were you embarrassed when you heard the two boys audibly g a s p

Midoriya’s embarrassment nearly gave Tamaki a run for his money. You were quick to turn away, immediately hiding your face in his chest as he greeted the duo in an overly cheerful voice

Absolutely teases the three of you over the incident FOREVER!!

Shigaraki

Shigaraki was obsessed with you.

There was no way around how infatuated he had become and it only seemed to grow alongside your relationship

He was touch starved. The moment you began giving him physical affection and attention it was game over

He had no shame, especially when it came to his desire for you, which is how you often found yourself perched on his lap no matter the company.

That being said, the leader of the League of Villains became intolerable when the two of you were separated for long.

And a recent spiral of events has prevented you from returning to the hideout, thus leaving the others to deal with him

You weren’t expected to return until the following week. Aside from texting Shigaraki endlessly (didn’t he have anything better to do?) and assuring Twice and Toga that you’d be returning as soon as possible, you hadn’t had much contact with the League

Shigaraki was wound up tight, lashing out at the others far more than usual. That was how he ended up sitting at the bar, Father concealing his annoyance as Kurogiri took over the meeting.

And suddenly you were walking in, muttering a quick apology before taking the only available seat beside Toga

Shigaraki could not keep his eyes off of you, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the others. It was the most present he had been since you left.

Of course, that meant Dabi has also noticed and never missing an opportunity to mess with their ruthless leader he shifted closer from his place behind you, muttering small talk into your ear

There is no doubt in my mind that Shigaraki was staring at you both like 😠 behind Father

Luckily the meeting had been wrapping up upon your arrival and the group was dismissed, many leaving to handle their own business.

However, the moment you had leaped to your feet Tomura had vanished from the room

With a sigh you moved over to the bar, sliding into the seat that had once been occupied by your man and Kurogiri placed a drink before you

By the time you had downed the last bit the bar had gotten eerily quiet, though when you shifted to speak to the Misty Man he was already looking over your shoulder. With a single nod, he had left the room.

The moment he was gone leather artist gloves shoved under your top, your heart racing at the all too familiar feeling as a palm settled between your shoulders

‘I’ve missed you, pet.’

There was a harsh tone to his voice, but it was contradicted by the trail of open-mouthed kisses he pressed along your neck and shoulder

Your entire body arched against him, head craning back to catch a glimpse of him, smiling widely as you met his gaze and returned the sentiment

A scoff slid past his lips, though you could see the amusement dancing in his gaze as his hand reached around to wrap around your throat

Despite the gloves, he kept a pinky in the air

His mouth covers yours in a sloppy kiss as his hips jolt sharply against you, knocking you against the countertop

Absolutely cannot control himself as he ruts against you, wasting little to no time in pushing your bottoms down past your thighs

Heat pooled in your stomach as his free hand reached between you to pull himself from his jeans

His dick slid between your thighs, a throaty whine sliding past your lips and despite the slick from your arousal the thick head stretched you perfectly

You had been completely lost in him, moaning and whining freely as he continued to rut against you.

There was a click throughout the room, similar to the door handle being twisted and your attention was adverted to the source

However, Shigaraki was faster.

He grabbed the back of your head and using his hold as leverage to press your face flat against the bar-top while his other hand worked against your sensitive center. A loud moan that was undoubtedly his name tumbled past your lips

‘There’s my little slut— louder, make sure they know who makes you feel this good.’

Unbeknownst to you, the person he wanted to be sure knew you were his had entered the room, Tomura meeting his gaze with a smirk as you began chanting his name like a prayer

A harsh thrust of his hips sent you over the edge as you came on his cock, filthy praises slipping past his lips as his hot release rolled down your thighs

He placed another sloppy kiss on the back of your neck before parting from you.

The moment you lift your head and begin adjusting yourself you lock eyes with Dabi

Embarrassed didn’t even begin to explain how you felt as Tomura let out a loud laugh, reaching down to pull your bottoms up after he had tucked himself away

‘Go wait on my bed while I speak with Dabi and I may let you come on my tongue.’

You wasted no time hurrying away from the two, heart pounding from both excitement and humiliation as you rushed to do as you were told

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[finelinevogue]

Hey could u do a blurb of someone probably Mitch or sara or Jeff or Lambert walking in on reader and Harry backstage having sex? Like reader would be so embarrassed and Harry would take it very lightly. And the person walking in teases them all the time about it. Thank you so much. Love 💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟 ur writing.

anon: What about Post-concert love making?

okay so i guess we’re doing this *smiles cheekily* ;

The “whale” was back.

Right at the end of Kiwi, Harry filled his mouth with cool water and sprayed it into the air like a fountain of energy, later it would look like a fountain of love as captured on camera by a fan.

Harry ran off the stage, fans following closely behind in what looked like a stampede almost. He grabbed a black mask from one of his security guards and put it on whilst he started running off backstage. He waved to a couple of fans and blew kisses to as many people as he could, still so very high on adrenaline. When he saw you in his line of vision, his adrenaline only increased. He thought about all that he was about to do to you and swore his cock had never ached so desperately.

He ran past you, grabbing tight onto your hand as he did so forcing you to run with him. Luckily for you, you were only wearing trainers so didn’t feel like you were about to fall over in heels.

“What….” You laughed, not knowing whether Harry could even hear you behind your mask but you underestimated him.

“Just come w’me.” He pulled you further backstage, passing Jeff along the way.

“1 hour before we leave.” Jeff made clear to Harry, knowing your boyfriend had a track record of not keeping an eye on time when it came to intimate activities with you.

“Got it!” Harry shouted back as he continued to run, you behind him.

“1 hour!” Jeff shouted again, emphasising every syllable. Harry laughed and waved him goodbye as he rounded a corner with you.

You both ran down the corridor and took another left, before Harry punched in the code to his dressing room door rapidly and pushed you both in so fast everything was a blur of bodies and pink. Because yes, Harry’s outfit was pink. As soon as the door shut behind you, Harry pushed you against the door, unhooking your mask and throwing it in the bin - same with his, before smashing his lips to yours. His lips were sweaty and the unshaved hairs were bristly against your mouth, but you loved it so fucking much.

“Fuck baby.” He leaned against your lips, pinning his hands either side of your head on the door as his lips took control over yours. His body was a distance away from you, but you pushed yourself into him by gripping the back of his neck and caving yourself into him. He felt so good against you. His body so wet and hard. His torso was glistening in the golden light and he looked so much like a God.

“Did so good tonight, babe.” You talked against his lips.

“Ssh ssh.” Harry whispered, making you stop for a brief moment to listen to him, “Praise me later, love me now.” And you smashed your lips back onto his, pulling yourself even further onto his body so his arms had to go around your waist to support you both. His hands felt warm and flush against your cooler skin and it gave you so many goosebumps it was unnatural. He lifted you up with the strength of his muscular arms and carried you over to the dressing table, kissing you continuously. He put you down safely in a clear spot and untangled his arms around your waist to spread open your legs. Lucky for him, you were wearing a skirt.

His face looked up at yours and smirked. That damn smirk.

“Gonna ruin you m’heart.” How could his words me so corrupted and so sweet at the same time? You didn’t have much time to continue mentally answering that question though, as his fingers pulled aside your panties and his tongue was straight to licking you dry.

“Shit!” You screamed out and Harry brought his other hand up to cover over your mouth to keep you quiet, not needing this moment to be disrupted by someone barging in because they thought something was wrong.

“Shut up and take it like the good girl you are.” He whispered against your sensitive pussy, making your folds flutter and your insides swarm with butterflies. No one could ever make you feel the way your Harry did. Ever. “Taste too good.” He moaned against you, swirling his tongue all over you. In and out. Up and down. He concentrated on your clit until he could feel your legs already beginning to shake. Clearly you had already been close to your release just by watching him perform. He felt the same way just looking at you whilst singing songs like Watermelon Sugar and She.

His tongue destroyed you, pulsing in and out of you so fast until you could barely remember where you were. He was too fucking good at this, no wonder he wrote a song about it.

He left your cunt alone, standing up and making you whine in annoyance. His hand de-clamped from your mouth and he gave you a look like you thought too little of him if you thought he would just leave you this high and no release.

“H, please.” You begged, giving him your best puppy eyes. You were too focused on his hungry expression for you to notice that he was undoing his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring up against his chest. It was the wet noise of his cock hitting his toned abs that made you look down, gasping when you did. It was so thick and the veins were pulsing so proudly. You were so desperate for it, your pussy between your thighs wanting some sort of attention.

“See what you do to me?” He asked rhetorically but you nodded anyways, licking your lips as you looked at his throbbing cock eagerly.

“Want you.”

“Yeah? Y’want me and m’cock?”

“Please.”

He shifted himself forwards slightly, pumping his cock ready in one hand whilst pushing your panties to the side with his other. You moved forwards on the vanity so that you were perching on the edge. The first tip of his cock at your entrance made you breathless, jumping when you felt that sensitive connection between you two.

He pushed himself in slowly, making sure he filled you up completely. He took it slow so you could feel every vein and ever pulse of his cock, making you moan so deliciously when he was balls deep in you. You rested your palms on the vanity behind you and breathed out heavily to catch your breathe from this highly euphoric moment. Harry didn’t wait until you were ready to start pumping into you, pulling himself out of you only to forcefully thrust himself back in.

“Fuck.” He mumbled under his breathe, as one of his hands went to steady you at your waist whilst the other one picked up your thigh and rest it on his hip so he could angle himself better - deeper.

“Feel s’good.” You moaned out between your cries of ecstasy, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

“Feel even better wrapped around m’cock, baby. Been wanting this all night.” He continued to thrust harshly as he spoke, giving no room for adjustment but plenty for pleasure. You felt so good that you never wanted this to end. “The things you do to me… makes me wanna fuck you breathless.”

“Then do it.” You challenged him.

He took you up on that challenge, thrusting into you quicker than he had before and deeper too. You felt him in the pit of your stomach and man did he feel incredible. The wet sounds of skin slapping filled the room and you rolled your head back in the high of it all. Harry took this opportunity to lean forwards and kiss at your neck as much as he could, biting his love into your skin and staining his lips there so everyone knew you were his. He was so believably territorial sometimes. His pace was hard and fast, you high approaching quickly.

“Y’gonna cum, hm?” He asked, already knowing it was a yes.

“Please, need to. Please.” You begged him, moving your arms off the vanity and up around his neck to be closer to him. The movement made you both moan at the difference it made to your pleasures, feeling so warm and desired within the moment to thinking about much else.

“Yeah? Then cum f’me. Only f’me.”

“Just f’you.” You whispered, before kissing him tight as your orgasm overtook you, knowing your moans would’ve been overtly loud otherwise. He kissed you back with so much passion, you couldn’t work out whether it was love or lust or maybe both.

You felt cloud high.

Your lips parted and you both were trying your hardest to breathe, listening to each others heartbeat to sync up and calm down together. Harry kept pecking your lips as his release was still pulsing into inside of you, coating you with his thick cum that you’d no doubt be told to keep in you until he got you to the hotel room to lick it out. Your release left your toes tingling and your head empty, well apart from the dirty thoughts about the wonder man in front of you.

“Well that was—”

The door swung right open and in waltzed Jeff. Harry covered your body with his, still so deep inside of you. You tucked your head into Harry neck to hide you of this terrible and embarrassing moment. Harry’s arms tensed around you at the thought of someone seeing you right now, even though he was the one with his trousers down to his ankles.

“Jesus fuck…” Jeff shouted closing the door behind him over as he walked straight back out. “Lock the door next time.”

“What do you want?” Harry shouted, keeping you firmly encased in his protective hold.

“Plans changed. Need to go now.”

“How about 5 minutes?” Harry asked, knowing he needed some time to wash you clean and make sure you were alright to walk.

“Fine. But that’s all.” Jeff shouted and then you heard him walk away.

“That did not just happen.” You tried to convince yourself, laughing into Harrys neck.

“Just can’t help myself around you, can I?” Harry laughed, kissing the side of your head before he knew he had to get you two ready. Jeff would be back if not and he didn’t need his manager to see him buried deep inside of his girlfriend again.

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[ohbuckie]

FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENT III

(first chapters are not a necessary read prior to this one)

college!bucky x fem!reader

summary: bucky fucks you in his desk chair during online class.

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving)

word count: 1.8k

masterlist

You lay on his bed while he’s in class—phone in hand, shirt of his over your shoulders, boxers hanging from your hips. It’s early, and you’re only half-awake because he has nowhere else to sit through his 8:00 AM philosophy class.

At his desk across the room, his top is bare and his legs are only covered by flannel pajama pants. His hair is sticking up in all directions, and he brings a mug of steaming coffee to his lips once every minute or two. His brow furrows as he concentrates on the work, and he presses his lips into a thin line while he answers a question in a Google doc. You stand, silently press a kiss to his temple, pad into the bathroom to clean your body of last night.

Water beats against the tile wall opposite the shower head while you undress, sticking your hand under the stream to feel the temperature until it’s warm enough to step in. You soak your hair, rub your eyes, let the water break off into tributaries that pool at your feet before disappearing into the plumbing. Your shoulders are heavy and a yawn heaves your chest upwards, reminding you of the poor sleep you had, thanks to Bucky’s inability to share a blanket.

You take your time scrubbing your scalp, listening to the soap slap the floor and watching it circle the drain while you rinse. Twenty minutes brings you freshness, and another two spent at the sink bring you minty breath. With a towel wrapped around your body, you walk out of the bathroom and step into Bucky’s room, closing the door behind yourself.

You feel his eyes on you while you dress, but he stays quiet. His professor drones on about existentialism, with his boring voice and a vaguely New England accent. When you’ve decided on your outfit for the day—another one of his shirts with only a pair of cotton panties, since it’s raining and you can’t go anywhere—you stand beside him, kissing his head.

“Hungry?” You ask quietly, so as not to speak over his class. He shakes his head. You ruffle his hair, turning to lay back down until he’s finished, but a hand on your wrist stops you. “Hm?”

He tilts his chin up and puckers his lips, inviting you down for a kiss. You grin and press your mouth to his carefully, cradling his head. The sweet gesture is soon anything but sweet, when he shoves his tongue through your parted lips and runs it along the back of your teeth.

You break the kiss hesitantly, smiling at him. His lips glisten with saliva, and he licks them clean for another taste of you. “Do your work.”

“I’m not missing much.”

“I will not be responsible when you fail your next test.”

“You won’t be.” He insists. You shake your head and kiss him again.

He puts his hand over yours and pushes it down his chest, stopping when you reach his lap. You take the hint and find his bulge, palming him through his boxers, swallowing the moans that you pull from the back of his throat. “Will you-”

You cut him off with a nod, sinking to your knees and ducking underneath the desk. You kiss along his waistband, your fingers sneaking underneath his pants, pulling the garment from his legs and letting it pool around his ankles.

He’s halfway hard already, and you aid the erection by kissing up the shaft. Your hand wraps around the base when your lips touch the head, softly stroking and feeling him grow under your touch.

Your teeth sink into his thigh to tease him, and he squirms uncomfortably. “Please, just-”

“Be patient.” You coo, giving him a few more careful jerks before letting your lips wrap around him finally. You push yourself halfway down, leaving yourself some room to continue with your hand’s ministrations. You look up at him with big, doe eyes, though he misses them because he’s busy squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw.

He places a hand on the crown of your head, and pushes down ever-so-gently. While you bob your head up and down, moans begin to rise from him. His mouth hangs open while he breathes deeply, entirely uninterested in his professor’s lesson.

Your mouth waters when you close your eyes and think about how he could fuck your mouth if he wanted to; grab your head—maybe by your hair—shove it every which way necessary to make himself cum down your throat. He doesn’t, though, and instead allows you to do what you already know will bring him there soon enough.

He shifts to get more comfortable, and you nearly choke when the tip of his cock nudges the back of your throat. “Sorry.” He breathes. “Didn’t mean to do that.”

You hum around him in acknowledgment, and watch him trap his lower lip between his teeth to avoid reacting to the pleasure that comes with the vibrations. You swallow around him, hollowing your cheeks out, sucking hard. “F-Fuck.” He whispers, eyes glued to you. “You’re so hot.”

You listen to his noises and slip a hand between your legs and down your panties, dragging two fingers through your folds and spreading your wetness up to your clit. You roll it beneath your fingertips, pressing down as hard as Bucky usually does when he does this, and you gasp when you let a finger in.

You pull your head back and run your tongue slowly up the underside of his cock, lips pulling into a smile when they’re finally given the freedom to. You taste the salty pre-cum, flutter your tongue against the sensitive head of his dick, and pull away entirely.

“Wh-”

“I need you.”

“In my chair?”

“Uh-huh.”

He raises his eyebrows but doesn’t protest when you crawl from beneath the desk, and instead braces his feet against the floor, opening his arms to welcome you onto his lap. You throw a leg over him, sitting in front of his dick, thanks to the slight slouch in his posture.

He holds your face, tilting his head back so that he can reach your lips. You can tell he had a cigarette already this morning—probably on the fire escape, before the booming voice of his professor woke you up—and it makes you crave one, too, but not more than you crave him. Not even close.

He retracts a hand from your cheek and wraps it around himself, giving slow strokes to his thick cock. “Ready for it?” He asks, and you nod.

You pull your panties to the side and let him find you. He runs the tip along your entrance, coating it with your slick until he’s slippery enough to push in.

You sink down onto him and you moan together breathily, into each other’s mouths. “Fuck.” You whisper. “So big, Bucky.”

“Feel good?”

“Uh-huh. Gonna start moving.”

“‘Kay. Be gentle.” He kisses you. “Don’t wanna fall.”

You lift your hips and whine when you lower them back down, thighs tensing and core tightening to prepare for the repetition of the action. You brace your hands on his shoulders and feel him lean into you to attach his lips to your throat, sucking and biting and chilling the skin when he exhales through his nose over the wet spots that he leaves. Your lips pull into a smile when he works at a spot by your jugular with his teeth, very intentionally making it dark and leaving it above where any of your collars will reach.

The way he stretches you is familiar but not boring, because you’ll never be tired of the slight sting that comes with it for the first few minutes, or the way that he fills you up so nicely. He holds your ass in his large hands, guiding the movements of your hips expertly, because he knows exactly the angle that you need to cum quickly.

His laptop still drones on, but neither of you can hear individual words over the breath exchanged between your mouths, or the squeaking of the swivel chair beneath you. With a metal hand against your spine and a flesh one on your waist, he guides your movements—a constant repetition of up and down, over and over and over again.

You can feel the tip of his cock in your stomach, reaching depths that nobody before him ever could. A moan escapes from his lips when you squeeze around him, and his teeth sink into your collarbone. You grasp at his short hair, tugging gently and feeling him hum against you at the harsh action.

“Fuck.” He mutters.

He looks so pretty when you tilt your head down. His pink lips are parted to raggedly exhale, and his hair is even worse than it was when he woke up, since you keep pulling on it. He’s got a good amount of stubble decorating his jaw, which you noticed at first last night when he shoved his face in your neck to sleep. You crash your lips against his, kissing slowly while you hold his chin. You hear another noise from him, and assume you’re correct in thinking that he’s closer than you are.

“Almost there?” You ask against his warm mouth.

He nods. “Touch yourself.”

You comply immediately, pulling a hand from his shoulder and licking your fingertips before you find your clit with them. Pressing firmly, you trace circles into yourself, immediately feeling the effects when your stomach tingles and tenses. His tongue is in your mouth now, and he is very much responsible for your movements; he pushes your thighs and pulls your hips, leaving only the rolling and the clenching to you.

Your hand works rigorously at your core, and now that you’re both quiet with concentration, you can hear every lewd noise that comes from you working yourself on and off of him. Your fingers are slippery, but they stay focused on their task, and succeed when your toes curl and you open your mouth to whine, breaking the heated kiss.

You continue to move, but he soon holds you down, pumping you full of himself with a string of curses, and a few mumbles of your name. While you would love to bathe in the afterglow, his first name is being called from behind you.

“James? James Barnes?”

Without pulling out of you, he uses his feet to roll the chair closer to his desk, and uses his right hand to unmute his microphone. “Uh, yeah, hi.”

“Did you hear my question, James?”

“Um, no, I didn’t, sorry.” He looks at you and grins, holding back a laugh. “I was a little distracted.”

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