#on god im going to that one island even if it's on the other side of the map

[ashiemochi]

hey bestie <3

I’d like to request a birthday smut with death island! Leon please and thank you 💕

wrote this on phone bc im on a trip and my phone is actually starting to drop dead so </3 time for a new phone ig. But!! here's something 💕 (don't point out mistakes or weird formatting, my phone is ASS)

Leon never liked being late in any way.

Traffic was his arch nemesis because it always resulted to him getting late to work – which also resulted in numerous lectures from his higher-ups.

Another thing he hated; alarms.

Those fuckers either don't do their jobs or are just for show – or maybe he should be getting a new phone or an actual rooster to cock-a-doodle-doo at the glimpse of the sunrise.

Late to events were even worse than mundane things. The amount of times the President would give him a look that simply said "you're late and I'm not impressed" were endless. It wasn't like he had much of a choice when he'd be fresh out of a mission or an assignment that he'd wear the wrong colour of suit, or mismatch his socks in a hurry.

Not to mention. Fucking. Traffic.

However, there was one thing Leon for sure hated the most, absolutely revolted at the idea.

Missing your birthday.

Much to his shitty worse line of luck, he was ordered to rush to the Alcatraz Island for an assignment. To his luck, some deranged guy with a bucket load of issues and untreated trauma decided on a random Sunday at church that he was going to be playing God and start an outbreak via mosquitoes.

Leon was never going to catch a break. All the time at the island, the agent couldn't stop thinking about how to make it up to you. Even when he was infected with the virus and minutes away from losing his last bits of humanity, you were on his mind all the time.

When he returned home, you had opened the door to a bruised and bandaged up Leon with a bouquet of roses in hand. A tired but apologetic tilted grin was on his face, his side leaning against the doorframe.

"Happy... Late birthday, sweetheart..."

While he didn't expect you to be mad at him, a tiny nagging something within him relaxed when you were nowhere near upset. Your worry and glee that he was back in one piece made you forget about your birthday, your arms residing around his neck into a tight embrace where his arms went for your waist – where they belonged.

But the flowers weren't his only way of apologizing – because what started as a simple reunion kiss turned into something more and hotter.

"Oh, fuck..."

His voice was breathy right next to your ear, nearly over clouding the creaking sounds of the bed. His skin was searingly hot against yours, your body painted with hickies and lovebites. Galaxies and nebulas in all the right spots, painless and painful.

Yet they were tomorrow's problem.

His hand was pinning your wrist to the mattress, the other gripping the back of your knee to push it back against your chest. His fingers were digging into your flesh, his hips moving in a perfectly powerful rhythm that had your mind reeling.

"Oh, god... Ah, Leon–nhh~" Your moans were his favourite sound. A sex playlist would usually be on, but on nights like these, it'd be just you and him.

His cock was diving into your pussy, emitting that moist gushing noise the harder he moved. Your clit was throbbing with how intense the pleasure was for you, bringing you a lot closer to yet another orgasm. You really tried to keep track of how many times Leon had made you cum, but after four, everything just became a mixed haze of lust and longingness.

Leon grunted lowly, his blueblue eyes observing your expressions sharply. His lips were parted for your own favourite sounds, his groans and growly moans sending shivers to your core; red and swollen from the countless hickies on your body and kissing you.

Those lips of yours were absolutely intoxicating.

The blunt tip of his bigbig cock was slamming into your walls, going almost rogue as your arousal and previous orgasms dripped and dropped to the drenched sheets.

You never knew you could squirt, but Leon was confident in his skills. It took time, and god was it worth it.

Your face was flushed, your free hand on his back with your nails digging into him. You could feel his toned muscles flexing and shifting right beneath his skin. Your gaze trailed up to him, your moans and soft whines escaping nonstop.

"L–Le– f–fuck, you're too," You keened, your other leg wrapping around his waist, whimpering as your walls squeezed hard on his thick dick, "deep!"

"Oh, yeah?" Leon muttered, the corner of his lips irking upwards into an amused smirk.

That was the last thing you heard before he released your wrist only to switch his grip to your other leg. He hooked both legs into either of his elbows, pushing them onto his shoulders and easily tugging you close to him his figure towering over you completely. His cock hit that spot in you, bringing stars to your eyes with a hitched squeak.

His whole length was inside, especially when he leaned over you, causing his pelvis to brush against your needy pearl. His hands returned to your waist to keep you pinned in place, his hips relentless as he pounded into you.

"Mmh, that's deeper, isn't it, honey?" Leon hummed, his thrusts growing ruthless as he fucked you with vigour, pushing a moan from him, "Oh, fuck... You're just so fucking wet and tight for me..."

"Nnh! Oh, g–god! Leon!" You cried out, your body starting to tremble and your arm joined the other around his back, your nails forming angry red crescent moons, "S–shit!"

The pleasure was looming once again, the knot within you tightening more and more. Leon's hips were out of his control, revealing he was just as close to his peak as you were.

Leon groaned, his eyes screwing shut for a second as he felt your walls starting to clasp around his cock as if trying to feel every ridge and bulging vein on it. His toes curled up on the bed sheets, his thighs tensing.

"Oh, fuck, fuck..." Leon let out a choked sound, his desperation to release causing his voice to break and hitch into a lower octave.

"Leon, I–" Your moans cut you off, whining as your legs trembled over his shoulders, "'m gonna, ah!"

Leon's lustful eyes found yours, for a second his love for you spilling through the thick dirty haze and he couldn't help but feel every so grateful for having someone to return home to.

Someone to fight for when the world's going to shit.

His lips met yours hard in a searing heated kiss, your breathless moans making it a bit difficult but it all felt just right. It ticked you off first when he dove his cock to the hilt, pistoning into your squelching cunt and pressing up against your clit.

A loud moan went muffled, swallowed by him as he groaned against your lips. The white-hot pleasure rattled your bones, coiling around your muscles at the intensity that your back arched off the bed. Your gushy walls clamped tight around his cock, consequently pushing him straight to the peak he craved.

His lips parted from yours to push his face into the crook of your neck, his hips stuttering to a stop flush against yours as if trying to keep his twitching cock as deep he could. His groan was, if not, just as loud even when he obviously tried to stay quiet. His cum spurted out thickly, filling you up so good and so warm. You could almost feel it in your tummy at this point.

A shaky exhale escaped from him, his hips moving again but at a slower pace, gently riding you both down from your cloud nine. He panted heavily as he moved his face away from your neck, his eyes shut as his lips peppered kisses from your jaw, cheek, inching closer to the corner of your lips before sealing them with his.

You faint hum merged with his, your hands kneeding and massaging against the angry scratches on his back. His hips retreated slowly, slipping his cock out that was still visibly twitching and his cum seaping and dripping from the red tip. A string of his climax connected between him and your abused cunt.

Leon parted from the kiss, his sweaty fringes dangling with the tips brushing against your forehead. One of his hands reached up to the side of your face, his gaze doing their usual scan to make sure you were okay and that he didn't go too far.

"I'm okay..." You whispered softly, your voice just as breathy as you brushing away his bangs which only dangled wetly about so your hand rested on his neck, your thumb tracing the stubble across his jawline, and with a faint giggle, "And I forgive you."

Leon chuckled, his eyes growing gentle as he caressed your sides gingerly, "Good, maybe I should start missing your birthdays a bit more, yeah?"

You huffed, lightly smacking his shoulder, "Don't push it."

"Yeah, yeah," He smiled before carefully setting your legs back onto the bed which they only fell limply, still shaking and he squeezed your thighs, "Okay, I'll get us water and something to drink, then we'll continue."

That made you blink, confused as you tilted your head to the side, watching him as he sat at the edge of the bed with his eyes trying to locate his boxers at least. With a soft groan, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, giving him a puzzled look when he stood up and slipped on his undergarment.

"Continue?" You repeated, your heart starting to pound once again, "We're not done?"

Leon gave you a look as if you had grown another head and he approached you, his hand pressing into the pillow next to your head and the other tilting your chin up with just his index and thumb.

"Of course we're not done, birthday girl." Leon grinned, his nose brushing against yours, "Still gotta make up for our anniversary."

Way to go for Leon asking you to be his on your birthday.

#leon kennedy #resident evil #leon s kennedy #cupid answers #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil infinite darkness #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy thirst hours #leon #leon kennedy smut #resident evil death island #leon kennedy death island

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[partycatty]

so i made a post about revenant johnny and i’m totally aware you saw it so what about a smut fic with revenant johnny??

i’m not entirely sure how we’d get to that part and i’d like to think we aren’t a revenant. im not entirely sure what the plot would be but i really just need to get my back blown out by revenant johnny

love ya 💙💙

EAYRBAUHRJAJFLAMTLMSMF

revenant!older!johnny cage > join me

revenant johnny meets you after his turning. the carnal desire never vanished.

warnings: kinda angsty, not explicitly consented to, you get SLAMMED TO POUND TOWN AND BACK. NETHERREALM AND BACK. OUTWORLD AND B— oh also lore adjustment to mk9 and mk11 :3

[ masterlist ]

you didn't think recent events could get any weirder, truly. just five years prior you lost the love of your life to a corrupted sindel, and with the knowledge that his cursed corpse sauntered beside a sorcerer such as quan chi, you honestly felt like coming face to face with a younger version of yourself was the most normal thing to occur. your job as a leader of the special forces was to capture and eliminate all threats to earthrealm, including but not limited to your former husband.

now under the command of a previous timeline's raiden among others, you had built enough of an army to counterattack what you lovingly called the zombified versions of your once-friends, liu kang and kitana. kronika was a force beyond your understanding but you knew that losing all you'd come to build would be a loss greater than... well, no. it was everything you'd lose.

at the bow of kharon's ship, you stood with a loaded rifle alongside a band of people you'd grown to admire; jax, jacqui, cassie, raiden, liu kang, kitana, kung lao, fujin, nightwolf, and of course a younger version of johnny. he nudges your side, aiming his own rifle at the sky with a hand on his hip.

"i hope we don't die out there, i'd love to tap that someday," he coos into your direction, perhaps louder than intended and earning horrified looks from everyone - including your fatherless daughter. you stomp on johnny's foot. perhaps you would have fallen for his charms in the past, but dear god was he more punchable than ever in that moment. even still, you miss his quips and jabs. what you wouldn't give to see the color return to his cracked, hellish skin.

"it is an honor to fight alongside most of you," you call out, facing forward as your subtle dig at younger johnny makes him frown. "raiden says it better. may the elder gods protect us."

it's not long before the large boat scrapes against the shore of the island, and your entire army charges into battle. guns, swords, and fangs spill so much blood, you could smell more iron than when you were riding down the crimson sea. your thoughts are cut short when a path opens, and you shoot a glance to your comrades.

"i see an opening!" you shout, pointing. "i'm going in!" a chorus of encouragements and cheers fill your ears atop the war cries, and the one that stands out most is cassie. your daughter's voice raises, slipping into grief mid-battle.

"if you find dad," she cries, praying to the gods that she won't lose both parents. "tell him i love him!" the knowledge that this battle will end in only one of you making it out alive terrifies her beyond belief but she does all she can to keep a strong face and salute you as you disappear in the crowd. cassie knows that a revenant version of johnny wouldn't fully understand, wouldn't fully accept her love, but she couldn't die or have him die without expressing it one last time.

you weave, shoot and slash through the crowd and end up in a castle-like structure. perhaps if you were to rise to the top you could use the position as surveillance or sniping. you could possibly even find a weak point. the building is just distant enough for the war to hardly reach the inside. your breathing and the sound of boots hitting stone are all you could focus on as you turn a corner.

blood rushes to your ears and you could feel your vision become glassy at the sight of the figure at the end of the hallway. even after all this time, you knew that shape. johnny stood in the dead center of the long hall, arms crossed and waiting like he predicted your arrival. maybe he did.

"no, nonono," you pant, leaning against the wall as your brows furrow. "not you. not now." the grief you thought you conquered washes over you.

"well i'll be damned," johnny smirks, pulling his sunglasses from his face and tucking them into his shirt. "long time no see, sugar." he takes long strides to you and your legs feel embarrassingly weak when you slide to the ground, gun clattering to the stone surface alongside you.

"anyone but you—" you're muttering under your breath, trying to ground your spiraling thoughts. "please."

johnny's in front of you now, kneeling down to meet your gaze. his skin is paled and crackling with a hellish glow, and his eyes are a heinous reddish shade. the outfit he wore was similar in style to his usual, but darker in palette and slightly edgier. in any other context, it was a good look.

"you look just as good as the day i left you," he grins, dismissing your grief and turmoil for flirtation. you want to fight back so bad, to shove him away and put an end to this but dammit it was the first time you'd heard that voice, that damn voice.

"why did you leave me? cassie?" you're involuntarily sobbing now, full of conflict. "why are you doing this?"

"you're the one causing this entire problem," johnny's defensive, jabbing a finger to your chest. "kronika's new era can save us. neither of us join the military. can you imagine it? white picket fence, two dogs and a daughter, home cooked meals every night and none of this bullshit—!" johnny's arm extends out to a nearby window, giving you both a view of the demon-human-demigod war on time. "—baby. join me. we could have everything we've ever dreamed of." his tone isn't as desperate and loving as it should be. it sounded... pushy. frustrated that you're disobeying what he wants.

"no," you choke out, tears flowing freely now. "you're being played a fool, johnny." he doesn't like your answer, and instead wraps a large hand around your small neck. he slides you back up the wall and spins you, your front now pressed up against a wall.

"you know what i'd miss more than your stubbornness?" he growls into your ear. his hand pressing hold on the back of your head is brewing a headache that quickly fizzles away when his other hand tugs your hips toward his front. you swallow, afraid to reply. "this sweet ass."

his cold, dead hand plays with the fat of your ass which spills a growl from his lips. instinctively rutting into you makes you spill an involuntary whimper out, craving his touch after so long.

"always a pain in my ass," johnny groans, slapping a cheek and watching it bounce. "i've gone years without it, i was practically losing my damn mind."

"johnny—" you barely breathe out. you're not entirely sure what you were going to say anyway. the warmth of his hardness shocks you as it slides up and down your clothed ass.

"mm?" he hums, transfixed on the way your behind fits his cock nicely. it was clear he wasn't fully listening and instead relishing in your presence once again.

as if he could read your thoughts, johnny chuckles to himself and kicks the rifle away, only stopping his humping momentarily to remove your defenses. your legs slightly part to try and catch the gun with your foot, accidentally giving him more access to your embarrassingly needy cunt.

"yeah, fuckin' speechless," he growls, hissing at the sight of your soaked bottoms. "bet you missed my cock, yeah?"

you could hardly even whimper from the onslaught of emotion. johnny's hand snakes to the front of your neck, forcibly arching your back as he pulls to lean into your ear.

"join me," he demands coldly.

"no."

johnny's hand dips under your waistband.

"join me," he demands again, tone getting progressively more animalistic as he tugs downward.

"no."

your pants are practically torn off as he grabs a fistful and tugs them to your knees with his mind-numbing strength. you weren't sure if he ripped your panties or tugged them off too. you hear something unbuckle on his end, and his hot, wet tip tickles your entrance.

"last chance." even though his hand returned to shove you into the stone wall, you could hear his cocky grin.

"go fuck yourself," you spit, realizing your grave choice of wording.

"i'll do you one better." he slams his entire cock inside of you, and it immediately settles into your walls like it was made to bury itself there for all of eternity. even still, going without dick that good leaves your pussy burning and on the verge of crying for other reasons.

he bottoms out quick, leaning back to admire how nicely he settles inside of you.

"well fuck, look at that," he says with genuine amusement in his tone. "you look so pretty stretched out on me like this, it's a sight for sore eyes."

your fingers claw at the stone, eyes rolling back as you take his full length without verbal complaint. as you pathetically attempt to protest, all you can sputter out are disconnected syllables. johnny's thrusts start off slow but he snaps into you as he reaches the base inches.

"all this whining but you're fuckin' soaked," he laughs, snapping into you harshly to hear you cry out. "you're a horrible liar, you know. you wanna join me, i can f — haah —" his own cocky nonsense is cut short when you clench around him. he lurches forward in shock, moving both hands to your hips to deepen his grip. "i can feel how tight you are for me."

in little to no time, johnny's cock is pounding into you at a breakneck pace, a horrid slapping sound echoing off of the castle walls as they mix with your obscene moans and his deep grunts. you're sure he's piling more unholy words into you but they feel so far away when he's plowing into you like a dying man — well.

his cracked, grey fingers grope you shamelessly, pinching your nipple through your uniform or rubbing rapid circles into your clit. the pleasure is too much too quickly and you feel a warmth pooling in your stomach as your juices coat his shaft.

a gasp escapes your lips with each thrust, your husband quite literally knocking the wind out of you each time he slams into you.

"i missed you," he purrs out, and just like that all hesitation and guilt you had flew away as his words made you cum hard. a glimpse of his humanity poured through at your orgasm, and while it was flattering, you had bigger problems to worry about then, including just how hard you came.

each wave of pleasure was met with an extra thrust for good measure, a pulse shooting to your clit that makes your knees buckle. what you quickly realize however is that your zombie husband isn't done with your body quite yet.

"oh, no no no," he tuts, thrusts getting wilder and filling you to the point of tears. "you're done when i'm done. this is what you get."

your sensitive walls continued to shamefully take every inch he forced into you, and you could writhe and twitch as a drop of drool spills from your lip. this revenant was fucking you stupid, using your body for all it was worth in the moment. you hated yourself for falling for his undead charm all over again. your vision was going black and starry before another orgasm rode up on you again, johnny's back shots doing nothing to soothe the overstimulation that was racking your body. it's not long before he's whining too, which turns into his signature whimpering when he fucks into you harshly, spewing his cum inside of you like he owns you. you cum with him this time, flooding with your own juice mixed with his cum that now coated your walls nicely.

tears still burned in your eyes, and so did your pussy from the unexpected stretch. johnny panted above you, face turned up at the ceiling as he tries to compose himself.

"holy..." he pants, wiping the sweat from his face with his arm. he wraps an arm around you and slaps at your bare pussy, making you yelp and jump back against his dick that's still buried inside. you swallow thickly and nod, too hazy to make sense of it all.

"i..." what the hell were you going to say? what is there to say after all of this? you're dumbfounded, fucked silly but torn apart by grief. as you crane your neck to look at johnny, you find that he's already looking at you with a coy expression. like he robbed you of something. tore your very being apart piece by piece and was proud.

"hope you're not mad at me for the whole dying thing, by the way."

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mk11 #mortal kombat smut #marley writes ☆

[zbis]

☆.｡.:*summary : your boyfriend comes home bruised and bloody yet again

☆.｡.:*pairing : boxer!gunwook x reader

☆.｡.:*warnings & other : blood, mentions of fighting, a bit of angst if you squint(?), fluff, not revised

☆.｡.:*w/c : ~1k

“stupid fucking-” gunwook groans out loud. “such a lucky hit, i swear...” he taps his finger on the marble surface of the kitchen island contemplatively. “i was just distracted,” he tells himself.

he places his head on the counter, mulling over the loss of the night. god, if only he did a left hook instead of the right. 

“ow..” he lifts head up and looks down, noticing his forehead wound has opened back up and has left a blood stain on the counter. “shit,” he mumbles. just as he’s about to go grab a towel to clean it up, you emerge from your room. 

“you’re back?” you yawn, your hair looking just a dishealved as his.

he clears his throat, diverting his gaze awkwardly from your exposed torso when you stretch. “yeah..” he mumbles. you laugh at how red his ears get until you notice the forehead wound among many others. you see his blood stained cheeks and eye that's just asking to get swollen if untreated. “gunwook what the fuck?” you scold him. “i-” you cut him off when you notice the stain he left on the counter. “and you’re leaving your blood everywhere!”

he scoffs, “ i was just about to clean that up..” he sighs, “im not really in the mood for this right now..” just then do you notice the way his eyes are downturned and his usual bubbly self is nowhere to be found. 

“did you-”

you dont finish your sentence because the way hes carrying himself tells you everything already. “oh wook..” you walk up to him and cup his face gently, although he still winces at the touch. “it’s just one loss you know?” he sighs, “i was gonna use the money to take you out or something, we haven't done anything fun in months.”

 “i dont care about that, you’ve done alot for me already plus i dont want you to die while making me happy.”

you dont even need to ask questions to know. gunwook typically never fought past his range. he would only go against people whom he knew he had a good chance against. however, every saturday there was an event where the fighters of the area could go against one of the strongest fighters in the city. the cash prize was good but what was even better was the reputation that came with it and your boyfriend wanted nothing more than to have it.

you were supportive but for the past 4 months, every Saturday without fail, gunwook would come home beat to a pulp. you tried to get him to give up but he was determined to win one day, he just had to get stronger.

you sigh, looking over his face. his lips were more swollen than normal and some strands of his dark hair were crisp with blood. “can you just-” “of course.” you cut him off. you place a chaste kiss on his lips, which he hisses in pain at and you laugh.

you silently lead him to the bathrooom where you keep a first aid kit on deck. you grunt as you pick up the heavy box, refusing to let gunwook help you. “just sit your ass down.” when he does you give him a once over.

he looks like a stray puppy who’d just been abandoned at the side of the road. you let out an exasperated sigh at his appearance, “you know, im not a licensed nurse. you need to go to the hospital one of these days.” he plays with his fingers while you get the kit ready for use. 

“why would i do that when i have my own personal fixer upper right here?” he jabs at your side playfully. “ow, it hurts when you do it.” you glare at him with an annoyed but light smile. 

“too strong.” 

“not strong enough apparently,” he mumbles, once again reminded of yet another saturday loss. “well,” you take place on his lap with a cotton pad wet with alcohol in hand. instinctively he moves his hand to your waist to keep you steady. “you’re strong enough to keep me safe,” you whisper.

before he can protest or say anything demeaning about himself you place the cotton on the cut closest to his eye. he hisses in pain and glares at you. “be gentler,” he mumbles. you hum, moving the piece of cotton across whatever cut or gash you came across, making sure to change it whenever it got too saturated with blood.

 “seriously though...you need to be more careful wook,” you place a kiss on the cut you just cleaned and place a bandaid over that. “my biggest fear is getting a call about a wound I won’t be able to fix.”

he nods solemnly, placing his patched up face on your shoulder. you sigh, choosing to play with his hair to soothe his stress and sadness.

after a couple beats of silence, he suddenly pips up.

"but next saturday i've definitely got it in the bag!"

#zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 reactions #drabble #gunwook imagines #zb1 headcanons #gunwook headcanons #gunwook fluff #mtl zb1 #zb1 fluff #gunwook x reader #send asks im new im excited to write for zb1!

[chososlittlecrybaby]

just discovered you and I am obsessed, so here’s a request! (does that rhyme lol)

ony and connie’s reactions to us giving them the upmost disrespect 🤭.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊, 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆!

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝⚠︎

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ♡

You were driving home after a long day of work. Having to deal with rude customers and on top of that you stayed over time to take in 4 more clients because your coworker called in sick.

Once you were right around the corner from you and Connies shared house, you pressed the button on the garage door opener remote that was clipped onto the mirror visor. You seen the garage opening from the distance.

You sighed. You really wanted a bath and to just lay in your boyfriends arms. its was 10:46pm so you knew he was on the game waiting for you.

“God dammit.” You whispered, dropping your head down to the steering wheel before backing up into the garage setting your white Honda Sonata next to your boyfriends Mercedes-Benz.

You got out of the car and grabbed your Tote bag shuffling your hand around in the cup holders to find the key since your car didn’t need for you to put it in, in order for it to start.

Once you found your key you got out of the car and locked it. Dragging your feet towards the door that connects to the house, you wanted to fall and go to sleep right then and there.

You opened the door and made your way towards the kitchen to set your things on the island. You seen your boyfriend in the living room playing ‘Call of Duty.’ He had his headset on and he was yelling every curse word in the book.

You chuckled to yourself. That man was going to get hurt one day having those headphones on. He didn’t even hear you come in. Then again, where theres Connie there is always a gun nearby.

You walked over to him standing behind the couch. You bent over and tried to plant a kiss on his cheek but he moved away. He removed one of the headphone muffs from his ear. “Hey baby.” Was all he said before turning back to the game. You stood there dumbfounded.

“That’s it?” You said, slightly confused. “What do you mean?” He said, turning his head slightly to you and then back to the game. “I come home after like 10 hours and all I get is a ‘hey baby’? Don’t even ask me how my day was.” You said, anger fueling in your system. “Too busy trying to suck on your friends dick and play that fuck ass game.” You said. Now it was Connies turn to get mad. He quickly muted his mic and turned off his game.

“You lost your fucking mind.” He said. “Bring your ass over here.” He glared at you. You walked to the other side of the couch, not wanting to push him anymore, but you still had a right to be mad.

Connie was in a manspread position. You stood in between his legs as he looked up at you. A stern look plastered on his face.

“You wanna embarrass me?” He said, voice low. He gripped your waist with both hands and yanked you onto his lap. You stared at chain he had on, that read your name.

“My eyes up here. Look at me when im talking to you.” He said with venom laced in his voice. He gripped your throat and forced you to look up at him. “Whats your problem mami?” He said, taking his free hand and slapping your ass. You jolted up, the stinging sensation going straight to your head causing your eyes to water.

“Nothing papi, im just tired.” You said, voice shaky. “Tired my ass.” He said, another slap landing onto your ass. You jolted up and again, causing a laugh to come out of connie. “Not finna lie, you got me fucked up. Get off me and turn over, im finna tear your ass up.” He chuckled.

You got off of him and went to the opposite side of where he was sitting. You laid there looking at the patterned carpet. You knew you were going to be on bed rest after this.

𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐍 ♡

You were laying down with your back resting on the headboard and Ony in between your legs. Your long nails massaging his scalp as he played a mobile game.

“At your big age you playing games on yo phone?” You said, a laugh coming from your chest. “Its not about my age ma, its about uhm” he stopped for a second. “Its about the what?” You laughed again. He slapped your thigh and went back to playing his game.

You picked up the remote and went to Spotify on your TV. You picked a different playlist (the starting song being)

‣ 𝐘𝐎𝐔~ 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝♫

“Pa, I need my hair done oh my God.” You said, looking through your best friends highlights. “No.” He said. You sat there with a confused look plastered on your face. “No?” You asked. “Yeah, no? I’m pretty sure I said it loud and clear.” He said, his gaze not leaving his phone.

“The hell? Get the fuck off of me.” You said, shoving him off you. He looked at you, like he wanted to kill you. “You mad or sum? why you suddenly got a attitude?” He asked you, turning his phone off.

You knew these were rhetorical questions. At the end of the day, he pissed you off. “Yeah I got me an attitude? I didn’t even do anything so why you acting like a bitch right now bro?” You said. You got off the bed walking downstairs into the kitchen, Ony following behind you.

Before you could even make it to the kitchen, Ony grabbed the back of your neck yanking you back causing you to turn and face him. He slowly slid his hand from the back of your neck to grab your throat.

“You got 20 seconds to figure out who the fuck you talking to and walking away from.” His eyes piercing straight through you. “You got me fucked up calling me a bitch and think you finna get away with it. Get yo ass upstairs” He yelled at you in your face, throwing you to the side.

You walked upstairs, your arousal leaking onto your panties forming a wet patch. You took your time getting up there scared for what was in store.

“Hurry the fuck up Y/N!” He yelled, causing you to jump.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 1.9𝐊

𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ♡

𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄!

𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓☯︎

#connie springer #black reader #aot smut #onyankopon #onyankopon x reader #connie x reader #𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐢

[nctsplug02]

Husband mark fucking his pregnant wife plss

[11:31PM]

GENRE: father mark, fluff and smut!

WARNINGS: dilf!mark, pregnant milf!reader, kissing, breast play, breeding, praising, dirty talking, spanking, shower sex, and just pure fluff!

AN| happy (late) father’s day! i know, i know. i’m late to this post BUT, you know me, im late to/with everything! anywho, i want to say thank both my daddies. my dad dad and my bf daddy. ANYWHO! happy father’s day to my dad who lives miles and miles away from me, i love you dearly and wish you the best without having the best daughter in the world next to you. and to my daddy who’s next to me in bed (resting after having good pussy), i love you too.

the door unlocks and you try your best to quickly scramble up from the couch with your pint of ice cream in one hand and a fork in the other.

you hear a deep sigh and a bag being dropped on the ground.

at last, you’re able to lift yourself off the couch and onto your feet.

being seven months pregnant with a big belly was a struggle.

“mark, hunnie?” you call out and walk over to the front door space. “mark— oh, jesus christ!” you jump when mark jumpscares you.

“shit— baby, you scared me— oh, my god. i’m so sorry, baby.” marks hands land on your lower back and the side of your belly.

you sigh and attempt to wrap your arms around mark but your belly keeps you two at a distance. mark giggles at your cuteness and pulls you in front of him, putting his arms above your belly and dipping his chin on your shoulder.

“i’m sorry, hunnie.” you rub his arms and rock side to side. “no, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to scare my pregnant wife— just didn’t expect us to go separate paths.” he laughs.

“it’s alright— anyways, how was work?” mark groans and drops his head back before dropping his forehead on the back of your head.

mark sighs, “i’m so pissed. it’s father’s day and they wouldn’t allow me to go home early so i could spend time with you and jae-mi. they said they’d let us leave early because they knew we had plans for father’s day but still were planning to keep us until midnight until taeyong spoke up and they finally just let us leave.”

you frown, “aw, i’m sorry, baby. i’m sorry you are under such a shitty company who doesn’t care about you. and, i’m glad taeyong spoke up. i genuinely was gonna be a karen tonight and march on over to your practice room and complain about you not being home and missing out father’s day— jae-mi was really upset that you weren’t coming home. every hour that went by, she asked and asked if you were coming home yet. it was so disappointing to tell her that you weren’t just yet.”

“not a karen,” mark laughs. “just a loving, worried, moody wife who cares about her husbands well being under my shitty company who doesn’t care about me at all.”

“but, what did you and jae-mi do for father’s day while i was out on schedules?” you smile and bite on his hand crossed in front of you. “we just baked a bit for you, y’know— made some strawberry shortcake cupcakes and brownies.”

“uhhh,” you jump and mark pauses. “let’s go to the kitchen and i’ll let you know else we did.”

you continue to tell mark about what you and your five year old did without mark while walking over to the kitchen.

“woah— woah! what the— woah!” mark gasps and lets go of you. “dude— what! yo, this is sick!” mark jumps excitedly as he sees the frosted (and topped off with cut up strawberries) cupcakes and powered brownies.

you laugh at how mark went from being pissed to being so hyper from seeing sweets.

“wait, that isn’t even the best part. look,” you go around the island and grab the drying white paper from the fridge. “look, look!” you hold up the paper and mark squeals.

“who made this?” mark says, grabbing the paper from you. “this is an absolute masterpiece, what the!” mark says, admiring the art piece.

you tuck your hands behind your back and tilt your head. “jae-mi made it for you. she said she wanted to make something for you that you’d like and.. she made.. a heart with the letter ‘M’ in it.”

“oh, right! she made more for you, look.” you grab the other pieces of paper from the dining table and you pass them to mark.

“aww, this is sick. where’s my little girl?” mark says looking through the art works.

one was a glitter-glued-on-written sign that said, happy father’s day to the best daddy, in blue glitter.

another said, #1 daddy, in pink glitter.

“your little girl is sound asleep in her bed.” mark evens the papers and sets them on the island. “well, i’ll tell her tomorrow morning that her art pieces for me were beautiful.”

“wow, those are really messy.” mark says looking down at his now glitter covered hands.

you giggle and nod. “you should’ve seen mine earlier— jae-mi and i had to take two showers.”

mark grabs you by the shoulder and slams your back onto his chest, wrapping his heavy arms around your shoulder. “now, what did mommy make for me?”

you laugh and shake your head. “mommy helped your little girl make you these nummy desserts.” you push out of his hold and you grab a cupcake from the tray, peeling away the cupcake liner and taking a big bite into the cupcake.

“mmm,” you moan, chewing and then licking your top lip to get the extra whipped cream. “hm, try it.” you hold the cupcake in front of marks mouth and mark licks his lips, leaning forward and then taking a bigger bite.

“holy shit— mm, that’s so good. oh my god.” mark moans and nods, jumping around while holding his crotch and shaking his head.

you laugh and continue to eat the cupcake until all that’s left is the liner.

“alright, baby. let’s go take a shower, yeah?” you whine and shake your head. “this’ll be my third shower of the day— i’m so tired of taking showers.”

you lean your chin on marks chest and you shut your eyes. mark mocks your whine and places his chin on your head.

“but, i’m stinky, baby. i’m all sticky and sweaty.” you push off mark and he interlaces hands with you. “then shower by yourself.” you say with sass and mark laughs. “but, i wanna shower with you.”

you tsk, “fine. but, you have to carry me to the bathroom. now, hurry, let’s go before i change my mind.”

mark quickly yanks his hands from yours and lifts you off your feet by carrying you bridal style. “mark!” you laugh unstably as mark bounces while running up to the bathroom.

“are you crazy?!” you laugh as mark kicks the bathroom door open and sits you on the counter. “what, you said to hurry up before you changed your mind, no?”

he was right, so you couldn’t be mad.

“just, tsk— start the shower will’ya!” you make an angry face and mark laughs.

mark walks over to the shower and turns on the shower, in an instant, hot water squirts out the shower head.

“get undressed, baby.” mark says, walking over to the closet next to the shower and pulling out clean towels.

“mm, why don’t you undress me yourself?” mark stops in his tracks and looks up at you, trying his best to hide the shy smirk.

you place both hands on either sides of your legs and you smirk. “i said why don’t you undress me yourse—?” you gasp as mark drops the neatly folded towels and jogs over to you, quickly grabbing at your oversized shirt that was honestly his from his side of the closet.

mark tosses the shirt behind him and goes for your loose jamies. he undoes the knot and tugs them off with needy grunts.

“mark,” you giggle while being tossed around on your ass. “don’t forget about yourself, you dummy.” mark nods.

marks pupils grow when seeing your huge breasts— thanks for your pregnancy that bumped you from a C cup to a double D cup.

his hands shake as they go to undo your bra. “geez, when did they get this big.” mark says as the push-up bra releases your mochi like breasts.

“they’ve been growing ever since my third month.” you say with creased eyes and an innocent grin as mark massages them in his hands.

“mark, stop,” you giggle as he tweaks your nipples. “you can do that in the shower but i’m getting cold and i can just feel the hot steam from the shower.”

“alright, alright.” mark frowns as he forces himself to pull away from your breasts and helps you down from the counter.

mark walks with you to the running shower after pulling off your panties and you turn around and you stop him.

“what?” he looks down at you.

“you’re still fully clothed, hunnie.” you point out while softly laughing.

mark looks down and laughs along with you. “i forgot,” he rubs his nape and sighs. “wanna undress me?” you tilt your head and sigh. “you’re a big boy, aren’t you?” you see the disappointment in marks eyes and you laugh even more.

“kidding, i’d love to, markie.” you pat his head when seeing him melt.

you pull up his shirt and you purposely run your hand down his toned abs just to make him flex for you. “you’re a cutie, markie.” you tap the tip of his nose and in a reflex for that, he scrunches his nose up.

you finish off by going on your knees and pulling down his sweats and his boxers all together.

“oh,” your eyes slightly cross when marks semi-hard cock bobs in your face. “markie,” you say in a teasing tone. “is this for me?” mark sticks the tip of his tongue out and scrunches up his face in embarrassment.

“let’s continue in the shower?” you ask and mark quickly nods.

mark helps you up off your knees and follows you into the shower like a lost pup.

you turn and give mark a kiss under the pouring showering which quickly leads to a hot and heated makeout sesh. “m—mark,” you attempt to call for him in the middle of the kiss but mark doesn’t stop, he’s addicted.

you somehow manage to pull away from marks needy kisses and you burst into a fit of laughter when seeing how swollen and red his lips are.

“geez, you needy needy man!” mark touches his lips and suddenly turns all red when feeling the swollen-ness.

“i just— it feels like i haven’t kissed you for so long, y/n.” you laugh, holding his forearms. “we kissed this morning before you went off to schedules.”

“not like that, we didn’t.”

“uh, yes we did. don’t tell me you don’t remember our quickie this morning.” mark takes a moment and then finally it clicks. “oooohhhh, right. dude, i totally forgot, i’m sorry.”

you shake your head while rolling your eyes. “whatever, just hurry up and fuck me.”

mark turns you and bends you perfectly so your hands can grasp the tiled walls. “don’t tell me what to do.” mark spanks you and you cry out.

“don’t be so harsh—!” mark spanks you once more. “i said don’t tell me what to do.” you look back when feeling his tip poke at your entrance.

“then don’t be so harsh— and stop teasing me, will’ya— nghh!” you moan when feeling mark ease into you.

“oh, fuck.” mark says, pinching your hip with one hand and using the other hand to hold himself up from leaning all his weight on you.

“baby,” mark groans. “you feel so good, baby. oh, my god.”

his pulsing cock pushes past your gummy walls and continues that many times. “mark,” your cheek pressed against the tiles and your hands laid flat against the tiles.

“harder, markie.” you grunt, grabbing his wrists from behind and crying out when mark starts ramming into your cunt.

“oh, mark!” you wail, moving yourself up onto your tip-toes.

marks face scrunches in pleasure as he feels you clench around him.

your hand reaches down and you begin to rub your nub that’d cried for attention. “f—fuck, i’m gonna cum soon. i’m s—so close.” you pant, rubbing quick circles on your clit and moaning like a wild animal.

you and mark both let out groans when feeling you squirt, the liquid runs down your hand and down marks cock.

“god— mark, i’m cumming.” you cry out to mark who continues to plow into you. “god, i’m cumming.” you whisper.

your knees wobble and buckle as your orgasm hits you. mark quickly holds under your belly and catches you, making sure he gives nice and slow thrusts while holding you up.

“cum, mark. i wanna feel your cum dripping out of my pussy.” you whisper to mark, slowly recovering from your orgasm.

“you want me to cum in your pussy? your pregnant pussy?” you nod, whining at how much more turned on you got just from hearing mark dirty talk to you.

mark does as you pleaded for and cums into your cunt.

his sloppy thrusts come to a halt and he stays balls deep in your cunt. marks cum dripping past his dick and falling straight on the tiled ground, it washes away from the powerful impact of the hot water being sprayed out the shower head.

“geez— i need to sit down.” you pant when mark pulls out of you— slowly.

mark lowers himself to the floor and sits you on his lap. “i love you, you know that, right?” mark chuckles. “of course i do. y’know that i love you too, right?” you nod tiredly. “to the moon and back?” you nod, again.

silence fills up the bathroom.

“so,” you start. “round two?”

“i’ll meet you in the bedroom in ten.” mark says, pushing you back onto your feet.

you leave the bathroom with a purple towel around you and you wait for mark.

ten minutes was too long and by the time mark was finished with his shower, you were sound asleep on his side of the bed with the towel still wrapped around your body.

#ash talks #nct imagines #nctsplug02 #nct scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop smut #anon #nct 127 #nct smut #kpop fluff #mark fluff #mark lee #nerdy mark #mark lee smut #mark smut #nct mark #superm mark

[vcikera]

gojo satoru x black f!reader

when you’re sexually frustrated your roommate offers to help you out

contains smut and other stuff so expect whatever

if you see any grammar errors no you didn’t 😊

lately you’ve been feeling.. how would you say, sexually frustrated? yeah, that. you’ve tried pleasing yourself with your hands and even your toys but nothing seems to be working. after everything you still don’t feel satisfied enough

you were thinking about ways you could try releasing that frustration later tonight when the door to your apartment opened. you looked over your shoulders from the couch to see satoru entering your shared apartment

“daddy’s home” he yelled as he entered through the door. “do you have to say that every time?” you chucked as you got up and walked over to him. “yes, i feel the need to announce my presence whenever i enter a room” he replied back

“yeah alright satoru” you sat down on one of the barstools at the island in the kitchen as you watched satoru put whatever he bought in the fridge

“i thought i said call me gojo” he turned to look at you as he leaned forward against the counter and looked at you. “i know, but-“ he cut you off “no buts, just gojo, alright?”

the way he spoke to you made you squeeze your thighs tighter together and rubbed them slightly for some kinda friction. the way he leaned forward against the counter, the way he looks at you made you wanna jump over the counter and jump on him

“wanna continue that show we were watching the other day” gojo spoke up, interrupting your scenario you were having about him in your head. “yeah sure” you agreed as you got up and walked back over to the couch as he followed you, not noticing that he was looking at your ass move in your shorts

you sat down as he sat next to you and took his shoes him and put them to the side then he took his hoodie off, as you got a little peak of his v-line and his happy trial

so it is white after all

his knee rubbed against your thigh as he leaned back and did his man spread like he always does. you took the remote and changed the movie you were already watching to the one he wanted to watch with you

few minutes into the show you started to shift uncomfortably and squirm

why now

you knew what that meant, you needed to go pleasure yourself or at least try to. you hated that you would randomly get horny out of nowhere, especially at the most random times ever. like now, why did it have to be now, right next to satoru too

“you good y/n?”

“huh? oh yeah i’m good, im just fine” you said as you squinted while nodding your head and squeezing your thighs together again

“you sure?” satoru looked at you unsure as he turned to you

please please please don’t look at me

but too late, his whole body was already turned to you, it’s like he can sense when there’s something wrong with you. his leg still touching your thighs, that alone made you wet. you were like a animal in heat at this point

just wanting him to touch you in all the right places and please you with those lips

“yeah i’m sure, i just-“ you stop to think for a second

should i tell him?

yolo

“y/n?” he called out to you as you were lost in a train of thoughts thinking about what he’ll say or what will happen if you tell him you’re sexually frustrated

“i’m sexually frustrated” you bluntly said, just to get it over with. whatever the consequences will be you’ll deal with it

you look up to see satoru looking at you and then he suddenly bursts out laughing as he held his stomach as if it was so funny that you were sexually frustrated

“alright now nigga, it’s not that funny” you crossed your arms as you waited for him to finish laughing. “oh lord, oh god-“ he started laughing again, not finishing his sentence

“satoru im literally gonna punch you in the throat if you don’t shut up” you said to him

“okay okay okay, i’m sorry it’s just-“ he was gonna laugh again but stopped and cleared his throat and looked at you. “sorry for laughing it just caught me off guard”

“wasn’t even funny” you looked away from him

“aww come on y/n don’t be mad, i was just kidding” you feel his hand on your thighs. you flinched slightly, not expecting that. “who said i was mad, im not”

you were just embarrassed right now because he laughed

“are you embarrassed that i laughed then?”

it’s like he can read your mind and body language. “yes, yes i am” you said, still folding your arms across your chest. “look..” satoru said as he reached out and grabbed your wrist to uncross your arms as he looked you in your eyes

“im sorry for laughing alright, just don’t be embarrassed about something like that, it even happens to me too” he apologized

you looked at him and then you bursts out laughing too, doing exactly what he did to you too. “ohh alright i see, petty much?” he spoke as he still held your wrist. his huge hands holding on your wrist as you notice his veins

“alright my bad for laughing, it was definitely not funny” you smiled at him teasingly

he laughed too and smiled at you, both of you looking in each other’s eyes. if you move just a little closer and kissed him, would you be in the wrong right now? nope

gojo spoke up, “i think i know a way i can help you with sexual frustration”

“how?” you asked, interested in whatever idea he was thinking about

“like this..” before you could ask what he kissed you

you kissed him now as he hums into the kissing, pulling you onto his lap as his hands instantly moved to your hips then your ass as he grabs and squeezes it

you wrap your arms around his neck and tilted your head to the side a little to deepen the kiss. he licks your lips as you open your mouth slightly so he can slip his tongue in

both your tongue dance together, the kiss getting heated and sloppy as a little saliva rolls down your chin

you feel satoru’s hands move down your body as he puts his hands in your shorts and rubs clothed pussy. he then puts his hands in your panties as he runs his hands through your folds, groaning at the feeling of how wet you were

“fuck y/n”

the pmway he says your name makes you even wetter

you moan as satoru inserts a finger inside you and moves it in and out slowly, your mouth opens slightly, not being able to kiss him back. he kisses your jaw as he makes his way down to your neck and starts kissing it. leaving marks on it

he then inserts a second finger, his pace speeding up as he pumps his fingers inside of you. you moan and whimper as you grip the back of his hair

he curls his fingers inside of you as he hits your g-spot just by doing that. you feel a familiar feeling inside you as it starts to build up

satoru goes back to kissing you after leaving bite marks and hickeys on your neck. his tongue slips back inside you mouth as his fingers move faster than before inside you

the feeling finally reaches its climax inside your stomach as you moan into satoru’s mouth as you came on his fingers, but he doesn’t stop fingering you as he lets you ride out your high

“god damn y/n” he whispers against your mouth as you laugh and put your face into his shoulders

you feel him pull his fingers out of you as he brings them up to his mouth and sucks on them. he grabs the back of your neck with his other hand as he lifts your head up and puts his fingers in your mouth to suck on. you obliged and sucked on them, tasting a hint of yourself on his fingers

“we’re not done yet y/n, i still need to taste that beautiful pussy of yours”

you were sitting on the couch with your legs around satoru’s shoulders as ate you out after you just finished cumming again for the second time

he was so pussy drunk right now, not stopping for anything or anyone, your legs were beginning to get sore and your mouth was dry as you let out breathy moans and whimpers from time to time

“mm gojo” you moaned out, saying his name

“mhm just like that, say my name again” he hummed, sending vibrations to your pussy as his fingers made their works inside you with his mouth around your swollen clit, sucking and licking it

“gojo” you let out a whimper as your grip on his hair tightened, feeling yourself about to come again for the 4th time

“you taste so sweet, like honey, i can’t get enough of this beautiful pussy, my beautiful pussy”

“oh fuck” you let out your last moan as you came all over his fingers and tongue again. he still continued fucking you with his fingers as he draws out more of your juices

after he was done he took his fingers out and cleaned you up with his tongue and looked up at you as he smirked

“now anytime this beautiful pussy needs pleasing, just know i’m here to praise it and please you”

#jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut #jjk smut #jjk #gojo satoru x black!reader #gojo x y/n #smut fic #x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #imagine #fem reader #female reader #black!y/n #black!writer #black reader

[de-n-i-al]

Out of context quotes

(qsmp red team)

:]

Foolish: 'seems killable'

Cellbit: 'fucker shit cum balls, cum balls'

Jaiden: "we just need to camp them out for 1 hour and 20 minutes'

Slimecicle: 'I'm like a little rat'

Slimecicle: 'I'm just kneading dough in the backyard, I'm malewife-ing'

Foolish: 'let's kill him :D'

Slimecicle: 'I'm going to come drop you kids off your lunch'

Jaiden: 'they're calling you momcicle'

Slimecicle: 'sorry to make you wait, kids, moms gotta eat too'

Carre: 'very loud high pitched screaming'

Cellbit 'were fucked, it's joever'

Jaiden 'AAAA Etoiles is after me, I'm dead'

Slimecicle: 'Tubbo! How are you so fucking fast?!'

Foolish 'so what's the game plan? Run and hide or?'

Jaiden: 'I HOPE THEY BURNN'

Philza: 'I got everyone hats'

Jaiden: 'I want to be the king of pirates!'

Philza: 'should I just fuckin run for the thing?'

Slimecicle: 'we made a pool'

Slimecicle: 'I hope I melt'

Slimecicle: 'I'm going to verbally assault them'

Philza: 'they started it!'

Slimecicle: 'The bread for my beautiful children is here!'

Slimecicle: 'Hey Phil, my beautiful boy, I have something for you'

Slimecicle: 'phil this is fucked up, you don't do this to a roleplayer'

Slimecicle: 'they didn't even 'yes and' they 'no sworded'

Slimecicle: 'Phil, I just want to be a desirable male wife'

Slimecicle: 'Guys, let's remember to have fun'

Philza: 'I like how no one hesitated to turn on others'

Jaiden: 'BAD YOUR SUCH A HATER'

Jaiden: 'he took my God damn straw hat'

Philza: 'were getting spawn camped by badboyhalo and tubbo'

Slimecicle: 'what to the right'

Philza: 'she's gonna kill you man'

Slimecicle: 'i hate everyone who isn't you guys'

Slimecicle: 'I don't think I can look fitmc in the eyes'

Slimecicle: 'We can't even place blocks on half of our land BECAUSE MY BODYS ARE ALL OVER'

Philza: 'the teams are so balanced'

Slimecicle: 'I don't know how to make a backpack'

Philza: 'Can we go back to adventure mode and roleplay'

Slimecicle: 'Please, I'll do anything, just get me off this island'

(Ngl at this point they all go crazy)

(Also charlie loses his fucking voice)

Slimecicle: 'hey cellbit want to beat the shit out of each other?'

Everyone: 'screaming'

Slimecicle: 'ADMINS CAN YOU DO /SLIMECICLE HAPPY??!?!'

Philza: 'Guys, I think we are the cursed team'

Jaiden: 'Do you think the admins are watching us and seeing what to change'

Slimecicle: 'This isn't purgatory, this is hell'

Jaiden: 'take the children!'

Philza: 'This is too much I'm dying'

Jaiden: 'Hey guys, want to huddle together for the last 30minutes?'

Philza: 'I'm light headed'

Slimecicle: 'i feel the right side of my brain hurting'

Jaiden: 'Philza, kill yourself'

Slimecicle: 'The most fun I've had is burning myself to death'

Jaiden: 'Look at the piles of bodies'

Jaiden: 'Untangle it like a spaghetti'

Slimecicle: 'Admins spawn herobrine'

Baghera: 'Can't wait for wilbur to join'

Slimecicle: 'Guys, let's all meet up and go to Disney land and send the pictures to badboyhalo'

Slimecicle: 'your happy? I'm thrilled baghera'

Philza: 'We become npc's'

Slimecicle: 'I can't tell if I'm having a great time or a panic attack'

Foolish: 'I'm tingly everywhere'

Everyone: 'weird ass singing'

Jaiden: 'singing gangnem style'

(Fucking kill me omfg I'm watching the stream and my ears are dying)

Cellbit: 'I want to go to purgatory in real life'

Jaiden: 'HOW IS THERE STILL 15 MINUTES LEFT'

Philza: 'Guys i brought us a fidget toy'

Cellbit: 'This is a pretty fucking balanced team yeah'

(Continuous killing of eachother)

Slimecicle: 'let's hop in the other chats and see how they are doing'

foolish: 'WHY ARE MY ARMS STILL TINGLY??'

Philza: 'HOW ARE WE STILL SECOND????'

Philza: 'Were going to roleplay a village, im going to make a school'

Foolish: 'I want to get burned by the sun, just to feel something'

Cellbit: 'What if we make a team to fight against the people who put us here and call it oder theorists'

Baghera: 'Philza, where are you? I'm going to kill you'

Philza: 'baghera come kill me'

Jaiden: 'IM BACK BITCH!'

(THEYRE JUST KILLING EACHOTHER)

cellbit: 'We ended up on second, green will never live this down'

Slimecicle: 'What do you want from us...'

Cellbit: 'maybe I shouldn't have killed all of those fed workers'

Slimecicles: 'Guys, I'm like clearly turning into a code'

Slimecicle: '3 months ago, I dumped 3 pounds of sand down philzas toilet, so foolish would think he clogged it'

(Cellbit and slime have lost their voices 0_0)

Slimecicle: 'I fucking sound like a dying goose'

Philza: 'dantdm is canonically dead'

(They all agreed to become more decrepit bro)

(They are going to have fucked up skins too bro)

(They are going crazy)

(God this is killing me, why am I doing this)

Slimecicle: 'fuck my arc I'm going on a cannibal arc'

(God dammit this has been the most fucked up stream I've ever watched)

(They are going to rebalance it thank fuck)

#qsmp #qsmp red team #qsmp team bolas #qsmp foolish #qsmp cellbit

[1-up-chump]

I love your MK headcanons. They're so inspiring for my own writing.

Would you be able to give me some for marrying/ wedding ceremony/ wedding night with some of the MK baddies please? Kano/ Shang Tsung/ shao kahn/ mileena? Thank you.

Aaaa thank you! I don't consider myself all that inspiring but im glad someone does!

Mortal kombat villains in marriage

Kano:

Kano never thought himself the "marrying type" but when he met you? He swears he heard wedding bells.

Despite his dignity and manners being "dubious" to say the least, he is a man who knows how to separate business and pleasure. He wouldn't get far in the black dragon if he didn't.

So he keeps the ceremonies small and simple, who he invites is who he personally trusts to behave which is only a few. The rest would probably be on your side, whether they know what you really do or not is how things play out.

Kano makes sure to present himself in a less shady manner to your friends and family if you kept being a member of the black dragon secret. Surprisingly the man cleans up nicely.

Regardless, kano can't wait to get to the "honeymoon" part.

Shang tsung:

Despite being arrogant he's extremely cautious, so if he decides to marry it means it's truly for love. And he trusts to be with someone for all eternity (even if it means if his beloved wont accept immortality he can always attach their soul to his wedding ring to keep them forever)

As prideful a man shang tsung is, he wants the ceremony small and private. Maybe a little traditional but he's willing to compromise for your traditions as well if you have any.

The reception however. Is going to be big, so extravagant that he's waving a big sign to the elder gods that says "haha you may have cursed me but im still a happy bastard!" And of course shang tsung has beefed security on his island so he can show off everyone what a precious jewel his spouse is.

And after all that shang tsung gives you a very rare gift for the honeymoon, his submission in bed. Savor it but don't take it for granted.

Shao kahn:

Makes sure this wedding is the envy of all realms, like shang tsung the reception is going to be bigger than the actual ceremony. However unlike shang tsung, shao kahn is more lax.

All the attention is directed at you and shao, so even if that makes you a bit uncomfortable, he holds you close to him or gets the attention off of you (its very easy because this man thrives off of the attention.) Also expect tons of gifts from "the peasants".

And of course the reception would be a mortal kombat tournament. It's not shao kahn without some kind of brutal kombat time. He wants to show off as much as possible, his display of love is violently tearing opponents apart.

Of course all that battle is really just him "warming up" for the honeymoon. You will be sore for days.

Mileena:

Mileena will not feel comfortable marrying you until after she is kahn. Once that is all settled, you two will marry promptly.

The ceremony is a bizzare mixture of edenian and tarkatan cultures. Shockingly the combination inspires others to view the tarkatan in a different light. Thusly, your marriage is also a boost in political influence.

But that was never mileena's intentions, she loves you too much to use you like that. For the first time her whole being is bared to someone, who wants to stay forever.

Mileena cries at her own wedding, she didn't think about such things before. But when experiencing the ceremony, being in a beautiful dress, exchanging vows, partaking in a shared carcass of meat, her heart is filled with joy.

Your honeymoon will be filled with the most sentimental and wildest of "activities" including new things that either one of you may or may not enjoy in the future

#mortal kombat #x reader #xreader #kano mortal kombat #shang tsung mortal kombat #shao kahn mortal kombat #mileena mortal kombat

[hentyehottie]

a/n: first work on this platform & looking for moots who also love black reader inserts

pairing: K. Bakugo x Chubby Black!Fem reader

w/c: 2.7k

c/w: 18+ MDNI'

language, oral sex (cunnilingus, rimming) f!receiving, roommates, college au, fingering, katsuki eavesdrops, or maybe you're just being loud lol, katsuki bends you like a pipe cleaner 😭

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You were beyond annoyed right now. Not only was traffic fucking terrible, you had bombed your chemistry midterm and it made you feel like shit. Now you were hoping to go in your room and rub your clit until you forgot about it. You were sure you weren’t going to say anything about it to Katsuki.

You could see it now. He’d shake his head in disappointment, another reason for him to call you a bimbo and dumb. He was always on your ass enough as it is, you didn’t want him going extra hard on you, especially after you had failed a test that was so important to your major.

“Hey.” Katsuki said as you walked into the kitchen of your shared apartment.

It was a cute apartment, a bit on the smaller side, but rent was affordable and even cheaper with a roommate. Plus, you had learned to tolerate your roommate so all was well.

He wasn’t the most respectful but he footed the big bills as long as you cooked and cleaned well enough. He even helped you with homework occasionally and you did the same when he rarely needed it. You even helped each other de-stress when it was absolutely necessary. It almost felt safe enough to call you and Bakugo friends.

“Hey Bakugo.” He was in the kitchen, making himself breakfast his usual routine after his early online lecture.

“How was your test?” He asked, spreading jelly over his toast, spooning his scrambled eggs onto one slice and sprinkling bacon bits on it before sandwiching both pieces of toast together.

“It was alright. Some things I knew, some I didn’t.” He listened to you as he began eating, starting with the pieces of egg that crumbled out of his sandwich and onto the plate.

“Fair enough, that tiny brain of yours is filled with gumdrops and lollipops anyway. How do you think you did?”

“Im not sure. Don’t kick me while I’m down.” Your tone was playful, or at least you hoped it was, and you hoped to leave the conversation at that.

“Listen, if you failed just do better on the next one. All you’re pouting is putting me in a shitty mood.”

It was hard for you not to be in a shitty mood. Bakugo had spent hours tutoring you, helping you study and cram for this stupid test and you still bombed it.

“I’m sorry. Can I have a bite, please?”

He rolled his eyes, holding up his sandwich, feeling generous enough to let you take the first bite. “Thanks Bakubro.” You answered playfully, draping yourself on his shoulders.

“God, don’t tell me you’re gonna start that shit like the rest of those goddamn extras.”

“Those extra’s,” You referred to Eijirou, Denki, Sero and Mina. “Are your friends. Don’t be mean.”

You walked over to get a napkin to wipe your mouth, passing one to Katsuki as well. When you were done you threw it in the nearly-full trash can.

“Can you take the trash out later, please.” “Yeah, grab me a Gatorade." You grabbed a bottle of water for yourself and a Gatorade for him, passing him the beverage before sitting across from him at the island. “Thanks.”

“Why are you watching porn in the kitchen, weirdo.” You peeked at his screen again to make sure you weren’t tripping. He had his AirPods in so you couldn’t hear exactly what was going on but sure enough, he was watching some dude in a dorm eating a girl out.

“I’m not watching porn dumbass, I opened Twitter and this shit was plastered on my screen.” Katsuki wasn’t pathetic enough to deliberately disrespect your common area like that, but that shitty haired, shark toothed loser just happened to send this video along with the message ‘You and —.’

When they’d found out he’d become roommates with a woman the idiots wouldn’t shut up about it and Bakugo found it really fucking annoying.

“I believe you,” You laughed. ”it’d be absolutely absurd to think the almighty Dynamight watched porn.”

He wanted to tell you that he didn’t have to. Hearing your moans and whimpers on the other side of the thin wall separating both of your bedrooms was usually enough to get him off.

He was a very visual person, and he couldn’t help but try to imagine what you were doing. Maybe fucking yourself with those stubby little fingers or rubbing your clit until you came. You were probably even hiding a dildo he didn’t know about.

“Kats don’t forget to take the trash out, I threw some egg salad away earlier and I don’t want it to start smelling. I’m gonna take a nap.”

Bakugo stood from the stool at the island.

“Stop bossing me around ya damn loser.” He said, watching your ass as you walked out of the kitchen. Katsuki began to gather the trash lying around in the kitchen and placed it into the trash can before tying up the bag and sitting it by the door. He had to work at seven so he’d just take it on his way out.

He washed his hands and grabbed a bottle of water before heading out of the kitchen. On the way to his room, right before he could open his door, he heard something that made his hand halt just as it reached the knob.

“Katsuki.” He knew unmistakably that those were your moans. He pressed his ear to the door, trying to hear more clearly. “Mmm f-fuck.”

He tried his best to carefully open the door, however the creak of hinge made you jump up. The cover slid down slightly, exposing a peek of your breasts before you pulled it right back up.

“A nap, huh?” He raised his eyebrow.

You tried your best to utter a reply but you were currently unable to form the simplest of words. You did plan on taking a nap, but after tossing and turning, you figured you’d have to put yourself to sleep.

“You gonna sit there like an idiot or go ahead and finish?” He asked noticing you were still sitting there. You could feel your orgasm fading just as fast as it built up and right now you were in the middle of a tough decision.

Either you could ignore Katsuki standing directly across from you while you masturbated to a video that the two of you made together, or you could shut the whole thing down and be dissatisfied as you contemplated dying of embarrassment.

As if he read your mind, he went on to say, “Today loser—just pretend I’m not even here, I just wanna see you cum.” He spoke, ruby eyes darkening to a deep, blood red.

“Well then maybe you could make me cum.” You seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside your heart was literally pounding in your chest. You were a completely different person during sex.

Unlike your usual sassy self, Katsuki noted that when the two of you were being intimate, you were always shy and quiet as hell. Always trying to suppress your moans and hide your face—which is exactly why he was a little taken aback. He tossed your phone over to the side, wanting your attention on himself. He looked at your phones screen and smirked to himself.

On your phone was a video of him fingering you. He knew it was him because of the distinct scars that years of fighting and training had put on him. The veins in his forearms bulging as he pumped his middle and ring fingers in and out of your wet cunt.

Bakugo could hear your soft moans emitting from the speaker of your phone, as well as his own deep, gruff voice mumbling out little nothings while he fucked you with his fingers. It was fuckin’ hot.

He recorded the video for you, since you wanted something intimate of your self to get off to. Plus it was shy little you, so this was probably the closest thing to a sex tape you’d ever make. He didn’t need any convincing, pulling his shirt off and kneeling onto your bed. He lifted your legs, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.” He told you leaning down to kiss your forehead and then your pouty lips. His hand trailed down between your thighs, rubbing soft circles around your clit through your panties. It felt good but it still wasn’t enough.

“Fuck Katsuki..I wanna cuummm.” You whined, as your cunt clenched around emptiness, you were so close to a mind shattering orgasm earlier. He wiped his fingers on a nearby towel, grabbing your phone to lock it.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up ya fuckin’ brat.”

Last time he fingered you, he licked your cum right off of his fingers, which was probably a sight that was permanently etched into the depths of your mind.

This time he wanted it straight from the source.

“I wanna eat your pussy." Katsuki said, in the most serious tone you've ever heard his voice take. It always amazed your how straightforward Katsuki was.

“But, we're friends-"

"Then let me eat your pussy, as a friend." He rolled his eyes.

Here he was, sitting beside you’d playing with your pussy while the two of you kissed. Y’all had done way too much as it is for you to be throwing the 'friend' card. “If you don't like it, we never have to bring it up again." He shrugged.

This had been something he wanted to do for a while, since you’d both started experimenting with each other sexually, but Katsuki wasn't going to beg. You paused for a little while, giving it some thought.

“And if I do like it?” “Then I’ll do it whenever you want. I’ll even let you sit on my face.”

“...Okay.” You gave him a small smile.

“You sure?” He asked, hooking his fingers around the waist band of your panties. “I’m sure. It's just gonna be weird having you down there." You stated, covering your face with a pillow.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Not like I haven't been down here before."

“Yeah, but that was so long ago and your face and tongue wasn't buried in my cooch." You reasoned, heart pounding in your chest as he slid your panties down your thighs. Spreading your legs as wide as they could go and bending them at the knee, he took a good look at your treasure, licking his lips.

“Damn, your pussy is so pretty." He said, sliding his finger between your lips.

You placed the same pillow over your face, hoping the bed would just open up and swallow you whole. You were extremely shy and Katsuki wasn’t making it any better staring at your vagina like a starved man. He placed his head between your thighs, propping himself on his left elbow, taking the same finger and rubbing circles around your clit, sliding down to press at your entrance.

There was no way to explain your scent as it flooded his nostrils and clouded his brain. It made the blonde absolutely feral.

"Can I?" Bakugo asked, giving you one last chance to opt out if you no longer wanted to let him do this. Crimson eyes bore into yours, waiting for a response.

A simple nod and a "mhm" was his confirmation as he tasted your syrupy cunt for the first time. He licked a fat strip from your ass all the way to your clit. He did it again and again and again—both your pussy and your asshole clenching around nothing as he dug his fat wet tongue into your pussy with vigor.

“Mmm.” He moaned at the taste, pulling his head back to lick at the remnants of slick that were smeared on his cheeks and chin, earning a whimper of impatience from you.

“Kats-,” You choked on your spit and your mind short circuited when the thumb of his right hand rubbed at your asshole, ever so casually trying to push its way in.

“You love when I play with that ass don’t you,” He emphasized his statement with gentle prods and rubs at your rim, teasing the little brown pucker to no end. “You’re Katsuki’s nasty lil’ slut right?”

“Yes, yes, yesss.” You nodded furiously, swelling the blonde’s chest with pride. “Good girl.” Katsuki gave your lower hole another lick, planting a sweet kiss on your asshole and sinking his sharp canines into one of your cheeks.

You knew you were clean, but the act itself just felt so dirty, so taboo, so damn hot.

He traveled up to your pussy, sealing his lips around your clit. He stared up at you with lustful, half-lidded eyes, lips wrapped around your clit like a fucking jolly rancher.

As if this moment couldn’t get any more euphorically intense, you felt his fingers slide into you. You let out something between a yelp and a scream, nearly losing your mind at the feeling of fullness you got from only his middle and ring fingers.

Katsuki found your g-spot almost instantly, the stretching from the thick digits along with him flicking the spongy area at the very top of your cunt had you creaming around his middle and ring fingers. Your toes began to curl and your body slightly rocked back and forth as he forcefully fucked his thick fingers in and out of you.

“Hold your legs.” He gruffly commanded, waiting for you to place your hands around your ankles and pull your legs up. You pulled them back as far as your belly would allow, now splayed out and presenting him your pretty pussy.

It was probably the sexiest shit he’d ever seen and he silently thanked you for those early mornings of yoga you’d endured.

‘Itadakimasu.’ He thanked whoever had given him the grace of enjoying such a beautiful spread.

Shifting his position, the blonde now lied sniper style in front of you. He placed both hands on your ass, spreading you further before he buried his face in your pussy again. You opened your mouth to let out a moan, but your breath caught in your throat.

“Katsuki.” You ugly moaned his name as he alternated between a firmer, pointed tongue pressing hard on your clit, and a relaxed, flat tongue widely sweeping up and down over your entire vagina. No matter the technique, Katsuki was dexterous with his tongue and you jealously wondered how he’d come to be so good at eating pussy as he brought you closer and closer to the best ‘o’ you’d ever felt.

You gasped. Could he have been watching that in the kitchen for pointers?!

Bakugo ignored his rock hard cock, completely bent on getting you off before he even thought of himself. He kept licking and sucking, tongue bathing in your slick as he sloppily ate your pussy.

As much as he’d hate to admit, you were his favorite girl and he hated seeing you upset. He hoped this would help take your mind off that shitty test, and if it didn’t, he didn’t mind flipping you guys over and letting use his mouth however you wanted to.

Your thighs shook and your bottom lip was sandwiched between your teeth while you stared into his eyes. You two never looked away from each other, as the pressure built up inside.

“Katsuki! I’m cu-oh fuuuck.” You squirmed as tears of complete joy and pleasure streamed down your face. Waves of pleasure washed over you as your climax ripped through your body.

You layed there with your heart pumping, flinching slightly when his tongue brushed against your over sensitized clit a few more times.

“Fuck Kats, I-I can’t.”

You gasped out when his thumb began to rub circles over your puckered rim again. He hoped he could lick you into another orgasm but he could tell you couldn’t take it. You slumped over, laying on your side as your chest rose up and down rapidly.

That’s just how he likes to see you, fucked out and exhausted. Katsuki stood up straight and smirked, watching as your body occasionally jerked with violent tremors, satisfying him and filling his soul with accomplishment.

“Next time, gonna put my tongue in that cute lil’ ass of yours.” He marked his words with a heavy slap to your ass, watching your brown skin ripple around his palm. And with that he went to get a cloth to wipe his face and between your legs for the time being.

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closing a/n: If anyone’s wondering the reader is a nursing student and bakubabe is studying fire science!

#my hero academia #my hero x reader #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugo x reader #black reader #bakugou x chubby reader #bakugou x black reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #bnha smut #bnha bakugo smut #bnha x reader #bnha x black!reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo fic #bakugou katsuki #bakugou smut #HentyeHottie

[emmyrosee]

hiya emmy! im sky and i rlly liked ur writing! i saw ur post and wanted to request smth :) uh.. so i kinda feel like i cant show my true self to anyone, like the people around me, even my family only see parts of my real personality. for example, my parents see my goofy and studious side, but dont see my side where i rlly like anime, and my friend group see my studious bright side but dont see the side where im a fangirl by heart. so, i wanted to request a bakusquad and reader, mostly kaminari x reader (hes my comfort character) where the reader has different personalities around ppl, like being quiet and shy around others and adults, being nice and caring around most ppl, and kaminari notices this? and he tries to make the reader comfortable and as the reader grows closer to the bakusqaud aka. kaminari’s friends, the reader becomes more open with them, showing them their real self. tysm for writing rlly good stuff that make my day!! have a good day and stay healthy!! :D -sky

Hey hey hey sky!! Glad to have you here!! You should definitely feel free to be your true self bc you sound awesome!! Don’t feel like you need to keep what makes you happy hidden, because who cares if they don’t like it? Enjoyment is free baby, and as long as you’re not hurting yourself or others, go off and do your thing!! 🥹❤️

On to the piece!

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You were…. Different, to say the least.

Not in a “mysterious” kind of way, or at least not that Kaminari could see; you just seemed to chameleon with whoever you came into contact with.

And that’s fine, he’s seen Shinsou do it nearly every day they hang out together. He knows better than to press or question it, but he does think it’s an interesting way to go about it.

With Shinsou, it’s very consistent- he’s stoic and snappy when he’s with others, snorty and great at video games with his friends.

That doesn’t seem to be quite the case for you.

Instead, since you’re new to the group, you seem to code with everyone; with Kaminari himself, you’re bubbly, giggling at everything he says and loud in the best ways, extremely affectionate and always nudging him for attention. Kirishima has you at your most reassuring, validating each other and never letting one be defeated. Sero has you going on adventures to the gas station at ungodly hours of the night. Mina gets to see the more reactive side of you, be it from online window shopping or whatever you’re watching, and Bakugou seems to have the part of you that loves silence and anime and his island in animal crossing, and the few times Kaminari has interrupted said hangout, you’ve been so far from the bubbliness he’s used to seeing from you and in a new wash of calm.

Teachers have you at your most studious, always so quick to offer help and an answer to questions, never short to volunteer yourself.

It’s definitely not bad, far from it! He admires it about you… but he does wonder who you really are, what part of you is the most present when you let it be known.

He wants to think it’s the bubbly, loving one you’ve given him the privilege of dating, but lately he’s not so sure. You’ve been mixing up the codes, and while he doesn’t mind at all, you seem to.

You’ve distanced yourself from it, from the group and from him; and after months of Kaminari working up every last nerve and pickup line to have you on his arm, he’s not about to let that slip.

And by the graces of whatever gods’ watch from above, it’s not just him that notices either; almost everyone in the squad asks him where you run off to (save for Bakugou, though Kaminari sees the way his head turns quickly when your whereabouts are questioned.)

It’s comforting to know they want you present just as bad as he does.

It’s also comforting that Sero knows your dorm code- look, Denki tried to remember, but he forgets, okay, he’s not a bad guy for that, Mina- and has no shame in blazing into your room like a man on a mission.

Good thing you weren’t sleeping. Or naked, Kaminari thinks in relief.

“Friend meeting,” Sero announces, barging into your room with no other warning. It makes you jump up in bed with a scream, but once you realize it’s just the squad, you scoff and hide under the covers.

“I’m not in the mood.”

“It’ll be quick.”

With a whimper, you burrow deeper under the sheets, and Kaminari gently rests on the bed, hand gently easing over your back to calm you. “We just wanted to check in on you... I... like, we haven’t seen you in a while.”

When you poke your eyes out from the sheets, they quickly scan over the hurt expressions of the group, and the absolutely heart broken one of Kaminari, his golden pools curling up in worry.

“You’re making a big deal out of nothing,” you grumble, sitting up and scooting towards the corner of your bed. You do reach for Kaminari’s hand to hold, fiddling with his fingers softly. “Is it impossible to imagine I could want some space?”

“You’ve ditched me like, three times,” Bakugou snaps. “The last time we hung out, you got all nervous and dipped. Nice try, though.”

You shift softly in the sheets, “you clearly didn’t want me there-”

“Don’t assume shit I don’t say, dumbass!”

“As much as it pains me to side with bombshell hair,” Sero sighs, promptly shushing Bakugou’s offended snarling, “you’ve been distant with me too. At first I just thought you didn’t want to chill with me anymore, but then everyone kind felt like something was up.”

“Even when we were hanging out,” Mina says softly, crossing her arms almost protectively. “You made a joke I didn’t hear, then you apologized and snuck out of the room.” She shakes her head gently, “and I don’t ever want you to feel unwelcome in my room but you don’t have to feel pressured to hang out with us, we just-”

“You just don’t get it!” You snap, making everyone flinch back in surprise. “You’re just being dramatic! I haven’t been ignoring anyone, or distant, or-”

“We didn’t mean to make you upset,” Kaminari says softly, cutting off your ranting. He looks sad, like you’ve kicked him, and it puts you in even more of a crisis. “I was... we were just worried about you. It came from a good place, but ‘m sorry we made you upset.”

You give him a shaky sigh, “you didn’t, I just...” you gnaw at your lip while concerned eyes glaze your face. “There’s nothing wrong with me acting one way or another when I spend time with you all.”

A chorus of ‘totally!’’s and ‘of course!’’s fill the air, and your waterline swells with stabbing tears because their eyes still bore into yours for answers because they clearly still don’t get it-

“I just don’t feel the need to be 100% myself all the time when you clearly already like the company I give.”

“But why do you feel the need to hide any percent of yourself?”

“Because!”

“Because why?”

“Because what if you don’t like the real me all the time!”

This, now, has the whole room quiet, Kaminari’s heart aching for putting you on the spot. You look like you want to cry in embarrassment, but your hands stay clenched and bottom lip wobbling.

“Oh, sweetie,” Mina whispers, standing up and quickly making her way next to you. Her head rests on your shoulder lovingly, and you sniffle and lean your own head against hers.

“Of course we’ll like the real you,” Kirishima assures.

“I mean, we adore the you that you show each of us,” Sero adds, smiling encouragingly. “The only thing better is knowing that you’re giving us all of you.”

“You know I’m gonna adore you,” Kaminari promises, creeping next to you and gently knocking his head against yours. You offer him a choked laugh before threading your fingers through his hair, letting him nuzzle against you fondly. “The only one who might not is Bakugou.”

“You leave me out of this,” he grumbles. “I deal with the rest of you idiots, one more ain’t gonna kill me.”

A Bakugou Katsuki way of saying “I’ll still want to hangout with you; no matter what.”

You give them all a shaky sigh before curling closer to Denki, tucking your face in his neck. He quickly wraps his arms around you, as if protecting you from your own worst judgements.

“You’re just saying that,” you whimper. His nose nuzzles into the crown of your head, gently rocking you both back and forth.

“We’re not,” Kirishima promises, kneeling down in a hopes to get into your eye line. “There’s a side of you we’re all used to, sure… but there’s so many other parts to you we’d kill to see.”

“And who cares if we don’t?” Bakugou scoffs; it causes everyone in the group to glare at him briefly, and he rolls his eyes, “don’t give me that look! Do you know how freeing that shit will be? That you don’t have to worry about what others “want” to see from you? You ain’t gonna lose us, so you may as well just be the person you want to be, whenever you want to be.”

Slowly, you sit up, letting his words sink in and settle inside your sinking heart. It does make a small spark of hope become alight, and with a small smile, you nod at him. 

“Surprisingly, that was probably the most reassuring thing I’ve heard,” you chuckle.

Denki plants a kiss to your pounding head, the action soothing the ache briefly. “Who coulda guessed Kacchan would be the most comforting of us?” He teases, and you watch with a string of laughter as Bakugou’s shoulders hike defensively.

“Watch your mouth,” he snaps. “Don’t make me regret the whole ‘kindness’ shit.”

“Might think you’re growing soft on me, Bakugou,” you tease.

“Not soft for any one of you assholes! This is why I’m never nice to you dickheads!”

“You liiiiike me.”

“I DO NOT!”

It was obvious to everyone, however, that with all the thoughts laid out and Katsuki being the one to read right through you, there has to be even a little bit of affection in that head of his.

Affection for all sides of you- from all of them.

#WHEW i tried my best to nail this #but if you dont love it i get it ❤️❤️ #kaminari denki #kaminari denki x reader #kaminari denki x reader fluff #kaminari denki x gn!reader #kaminari denki fluff #kaminari denki imagine #kaminari denki bnha #kaminari #kaminari x reader #kaminari x gn!reader #kaminari x reader fluff #kaminari fluff #kaminari imagine #kaminari bnha #bakusquad #bakusquad fluff #bakusquad x reader #bakusquad imagine #bakusquad bnha #bnha #bnha imagine #bnha fluff #bnha comfort #bnha x gn!reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n

[avacadokin]

prev anon hello "later, when they're officially together, pac uses his extensive knowledge to wreck fit effortlessly" would you care to elaborate

ok you know the drill, cut time! this one definitely needs it, this isnt done but im posting it now anyway cuz ao3 [was] down

he built the thing of course he knows where the most sensitive spots are, exactly how to please and how to torture

pac made sure to put the etching of pac man, his permanent claim on fit, on a piece incredibly sensitive to touch, so he could indulge his possessive side by running his tongue over it while racking fit's body with wave after wave of pleasure

pac has given himself the option to either have a robo-cock (fully integrated with his nerves) or a pussy (biological). when he equips his cock he's created a mode where their dicks' sensations are synced

it originally only works when they're extremely close together (like frotting close), but with help from mike (who's partially doing this help his soulmate and friend, partially doing it to see if it can be done and the extents of wireless redstone, and partially doing it because he thinks it'd be a bit funny to see them tease/torture each other) they eventually get the range to be almost anywhere on the island

when that happens shit gets a little crazy, fit's mining and taking to the huevitos when suddenly he's doubled over in pleasure. his instincts from 2b2t won't let him stay out here vulnerable like this, where any stranger wondering the wasteland could find and take advantage of him ((well maybe he wouldn't mind if that stranger was pac)) so with shaky hands he pulls out his warpstone and teleports to Ilha Chume Labs

the walk from the waystone to pac's bedroom is agonizing, the hot wet pressure between his legs makes every step increasingly difficult, but the images filling his mind of what pac must be doing to cause this pleasure propel fit forward as fast as his unsteady legs can take him

none of the images could even come close to the beautiful scene laid out before fit when he opens pac's door

pac's prosthetic leg is carefully set up to charge next to his bed stand where his clothes are neatly folded. on the other side of the bed sits pac's scythe next to the flowers fit last gave him and a bottle of lube. in the middle, a perfect centerpiece for this picture, is pac, lying on his bed, head thrown back in ecstasy as he moves something between his spread legs

before he can investigate what's between pac's legs, fit's attention is drawn to pac's blissed out face when he cries out his name as he notices fit's presence in the room. their eyes meet and for a moment fit is overwhelmed with the love he feels for this man, but the moment is quickly cut off when pac moves the hand between his legs and fit feels another sharp pulse of pleasure in his dick

fit closes the distance between them, shucking his shirt and hoodie in one hasty movement, eyes fixated on pac's hand as he slowly figures out what is going on

pac is fucking his newly wireless dick into his own sopping wet cunt

fit's heart almost definitely skips a beat as he connects the dots, realizing the amazing wet heat around his cock has been pac's pussy the whole time

as fit gets closer pac slows down his ministrations, moving his hand to the side to allow fit better access, using what little leverage he has left to maintain a steady rhythm of pleasure pulsing through their dicks

fit leans down, running his hands along pac's legs and spreading them even further. tracing over surprisingly powerful muscles as his hands inch down steadily

fit ghosts his hands over pac's cunt, reveling in the stutter he causes in pac's rhythm and the quiet "fit" that escapes his mouth (god how he loves when pac says his name with a "tch") he soon returns his hands back to pac's legs, softly gripping onto the comfortable fat that covers beautifully twitching muscles.

pac's cunt isn't left unattended though, once his hands have found their place fit bends in and laps reverently at the connection between pac's dick and pussy.

pac impossibly becomes even wetter, or maybe that's just fit's saliva mixing with his juices, it doesn't matter, he's in heaven

fit however, wants more. pac's arousal is all he can smell, his slick is dripping down his face, his cunt soft and delicious on his tongue, his dick is enveloped completely by pac's warm tight walls

yet he needs more

he looks at the wires attached to pac's clit and is struck with an idea how he can get the more he so desires. it needs to be discussed with pac first though

it takes herculean effort to pull himself away from pac's cunt, but fit manages to, only for the hand pac is not currently using to fuck himself to wrap around the back of his bald head and drag him in for a passionate kiss

it's sloppy and wet and pac must be able to taste himself in fit's mouth, but fit wouldn't have it any other way

when they're finally forced to stop for breath, fit palms pac's dick and pants out "how far away can this thing go?"

"as far as yours i think"

oh the Ideas that gave fit, of taking it with him and fucking himself on it later, of stealing it and pranking him with pleasure or pain at the most inconvenient times, but none of that mattered right now, he had a mission

first he has to draw back from pac, getting up to undo his belt and discard his pants and boxers as quickly as possible (it's not nearly fast enough, fit wishes quesadilla island's anti-cheat wasn't so strong so he could use his abilities to speed it up, just so he wouldn't be away from pac for these unbearable seconds)

his dick finally being free shakes fit back to attention, his eyes refocusing on pac's delicious cunt

fit grabs his dick, giving extra attention to the pac man etched into it (attention pac greatly appreciates judging from the way his hips buck up at the sensation) before crawling up the bed to close the far too large space between them and bringing his hands to rest against pac's hole and hand

once fit has settled into his proper place between pac's legs, he covers the hand pac is using to fuck himself with his own hand, grabbing pac's dick through it. pac's movements stop as he lets fit drag his dick completely free from his pussy, the wet pop it makes echoing throughout the room

#qsmp #fitmc #long post #nsft #fitpac #qpac #hideduo #asks answered #artvocado #wip #not a reblog #qsmp fit #pactw #fit mech dick

[alienssstufff]

Hi saw ur tags on slimeriana ramble PLEASE share ur thought abt Q!DAPDUO IM SO UNWELL ABT THEM i would really love to hear whatever ur thinking abt :o

woughhh waited for Charlie to come back before i could draw a conclusion.

As of right now both q!Quackity and q!Slime have gone through all stages of grief at some point they've both reached the acceptance stage - but just because they have doesn't mean their stories are over and that they live problem free they got new problems now. They're still alive but now they struggle for a sense of purpose.

[copying this part directly from one of my older tweets www] Quackity in the beginning falling in love with the image of a perfect family (2 parents, 1 kid), losing every connection with Tilin and his friends along the way. He regrets it and tries to replicate a family with Tallulah, Richarlyson,,, Gegg (lmao) before accepting that he'll never have what he had with Tilin and that parenting is just not for him. Quackity rushing himself into a marriage with a man he barely knows not only for attention but the concept of being in a relationship -- then to reflect on what genuine love, death, and friendship is with Sofia based on all that he's been through thus being the reason why he called off his own wedding. Even if we see him put TNT under the Q!Guapoduo wedding venue it's proven that he's aware of what he's doing but does it anyway because it GIVES HIM PURPOSE just like joining the Federation IT GIVES HIM PLACE ON THE ISLAND BY TRYING TO APPEASE TO THE ROLES HE'S GIVEN.

And it's a similar story for Slime too. When Juanaflippa was alive he tried fulfilling the father role of the family based on past experience - terrible father rocky start but eventually breaks the cycle of abuse (generational trauma): his purpose on the island was to Care for his daughter. When Juanaflippa died the first then second time, Slime's new purpose was to bring her back which triggered both the rampage, the trial, then the eggxile, and the prayers to god: His purpose on the island was to Fight for his daughter. And when he reached acceptance at the funeral - Slime turned dormant (his hiatus). There's a very weighted conversation he has with Q!Foolish after the guapoduo wedding, explaining his reasoning to objecting at the vows (and then to Foolish) - because those things make Slime FEEL something. Slime talks about how empty he's been feeling lately even with his marriage with Mariana, the love isn't what it used to be there's nothing for them to fight for - maybe if he hooked up with someone else it would give them something to live for. Slime causes issues, he's going to run in the elections because it GIVES HIM PURPOSE and it MAKES HIM FEEL ALIVE.

The friendship between q!Dapduo and their arcs when placed side-by-side is fascinating in the different ways they go through loss, now the similar ways they cope after the grief. Their relationship is double-sided sword where on one half their common experience could be used to console the other through the trauma in a healthy way, whilst also being not good for each other by being bad influences and enabling self-destruction.

...so anyway I'll be voting for Slimecicle in the elections :]

#ask stufff #stufff rambles #long post #quackity #slimecicle #dapduo #qsmp #qsmpblr #qsmp spoilers

[flowergardeninthewall]

@smallchaoscryptid's Spiderbit week day 3 soulmates/late nights

The mark bloomed impossibly early in their relationship. As in almost on their first touch. Cellbit wasn't even sure he was capable of forming a soulmate mark. Yet as Roier was helping him stand up from being knocked, flowers started to bud on the skin under his palm. And where Roier’s hand was on his own skin, a matching plant starts to grow.

-

Hyacinths. According to the book on flowers that Tallulah had lent Cellbit they are hyacinths, the mark has grown considerably, enough to be able to tell what plant they are but the flowers have yet to bloom.

Under the flower was a story. The Greek god Apollo’s friend killed by a jealous wind god, and instead of going to the underworld his soul was turned into a flower and planted in the earth. A hyacinth.

-

The buds had finally bloomed. Cellbit had betrayed them, and they bloomed. Deep purple. Somewhere Roier remembers vaguely hearing the meanings behind the colors of the flowers decorating the inside of his arm. But he only remembers when he sees the hyacinth laid on top of the book addressed to him in the hidden chest. Regret.

-

It was easier to put on a smile than most days, everything was perfect, well almost. Quackity almost blew the venue up with everyone inside, there was a bit of a murder and Bobby. Bobby would have loved it. He was there, the sun was shining as always, but it wasn’t the same. But now? He was in bed holding his husband matching pink flowers decorating their arms. and maybe he could move on and maybe one day he would be able to smile for real.

-

Cellbit was angry, the federation has done nothing but lie. The bear has done nothing but laugh at him and his misfortune. Every single lead they have had on the location of the eggs has ran itself dry. He's tired. Tired of being used, pulled around. Laughed at by that stupid bear. He only sleeps when his husband drags him up to bed and flops down on top of him.

It's hard to pin when the flowers shift blue, they only notice it after they promise to stay by each other’s side no matter what.

-

The thing that drove him, let him continue to search was the mark sitting on the inside of his arm. His soulmate. The flowers had shifted and bloomed into a deep purple. Regret. It had changed to purple during purgatory when Roier finally couldn't even put the energy into bringing himself to smile. How could he? He broke his promise.

Not only do the flowers symbolize his husband, but shows that he is still alive, breathing, out there. He was still there, still alive, and regrets staying on that island. And that was enough. They were both alive, they survived, they still loved each other. And Roier was certain they would see each other again. He just needed to find Cellbit. Wherever he may have ended up.

-

Soul marks can fade, Cellbit knows this, it happens all the time. Flowers can die just as they bloom, but the hyacinths that mirror the now vivid blue ones blooming on his own arm are gone, they're not there on the inside of Roier's arm and he has no idea how to feel about it.

That's a lie. He does know how to feel about it, but he is never going to acknowledge those feelings. Instead, he is going to learn how to do a sick ass kick flip and maybe he can also learn to let that mark fade, die out and wither away. Maybe one day he can learn to let go as Roier did.

Was this supposed to be happy? I promise this was supposed to be happy it just kinda got away from me and yeah.

I wasn't even intending to do something for this spiderbit week, but uh my greater qsmp soulmate au has decided to whisper sweet nothings into my brain, and now im looking up flower language during work.

I love soulmate aus, and honestly, soulmates of choice? That's the good shit. I could ramble about this AU for hours.

#smallchaoscriptid spiderbit week #spiderbit #Qsmp fic #spiderbit week 2024 #garden of fic #Greater QSMP soulmate AU

[ms-existentialcrisis]

~ Domesticity || Stucky

"And then, when you're finally cumming dry, I'm going to fuck you on my cock till you pass out and even after that, do you hear me?" Steve continues, jerking the toy deeper into Bucky and making him lose his mind, filthy squelches of dripping lube mixing with his cries. Bucky shudders at his words, aching with oversensitivity, body taut against Steve and trembling but god he'd let this man do it and more. If this was the punishment then Bucky would sin every day.

Rating/tags: EXPLICIT/MDNI{teasing, dirty talk, Dom/sub themes, use of toys, punishment, overstimulation, crying,}

Masterlist

The apartment Bukcy shared with Steve is a nice one. Located in Brooklyn, their apartment is everything that Bucky had wished for.

The peace and comfort in it; with everything that had happened, Bucky was even surprised that he managed to have this with Steve.

Their apartment consisted of 2 rooms, one as their bedroom while the other was turned into Steve's art studio. There's a hallways separating the kitchen and living room that's parallel to each other, leading to the door towards the balcony.

They didn't have a dinning table, instead choosing to have a breakfast bar with tall chairs. Standing by the sink, Bucky knew that the kitchen island was the only thing that kept him from Steve's full view from where the man sat in the living room.

Not that Steve's paying attention to him. The asshole has been reading for past- Bucky doesn't know how long he's been standing there trying and failing to wash their dishes carefully and quietly.

His front shirt is wet with soapy water, soaking all the way to his skin and down to the front of the boxer he's wearing. The tap water continues to run and Bucky thinks, 'just a little more,' as he rinsed the cup in his hands.

There's only 2 bowls and a plate left for him to wash. Doing the dishes is usually Steve's job because it was Bucky who always cooked but this? This was punishment.

He could do this with his eyes closed if it weren't for the fact that there's a fucking vibrating dildo shoved up his ass. The buzzing is consistent, never slowing down or speeding up, just enough to keep him high strung but not enough for him to get off.

Bucky shivers, both from the chill that's starting to settle on his skin due to the water splashed on him and the pleasure that zipped up his spine. He shifted his footing, hands trembling and a mewl quietly leaving his lips.

Behind him, the sound of a page being turned echoes on the otherwise silent apartment.

He carefully washed the cup, placing it to the side with the spoons. It makes a clanging noise as he accidentally puts it with too much force. Bucky freezes and not even a beat later, the buzzing in him increases.

"Fuck!" He moans as he bows over the wet sink, head hung and body held up by his forearms. He's knees has all but folded under him, shaking as he unwillingly clenched around the toy in him. He moans again, prostate rubbed raw and dick aching in the contains of his damp boxers.

Bucky lets out a ragged breath as he struggles to get up, the buzzing never ceasing and god, Bucky's going lightheaded with how all his blood is rushing to his dick. He just wants to come but rules are rules.

He's not allowed to touch himself until he finishes his task and it's hell, this whole ordeal is hell. Bucky feels so fucking full with the 9 inch or so dildo going to town in his ass. It's nothing compared to Steve and the way his hot length would drag against Bucky's prostate but the vibration is nearly enough to make his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Slowly, Bucky manages to rinse the rest of the dishes. He's panting and sweating at the end of it and as he puts the rest of it away, he bows and rests his forehead on the sink. 'Im gonna die.'

His left arm gives a quiet purr and Bucky groans, shifting from one foot to another. Shutting his eyes and drowning himself to the quiet buzz of the toy inside him, he doesn't notice Steve putting his book down and making his way to the kitchen.

Bucky all but jumps once he feels broad hands settle on his hips, a warm body settling on his back as Steve bends over him. He shivers as lips trace the juncture of his neck, unconsciously tilting his head to the side for more access.

He can feel Steve's erection pressing against his ass.

"You finally done?" Steve murmurs. Bucky helplessly nods, a sigh falling from his lips.

"Please, I finished it Steve so please," He pleads, pushing against Steve. The man clicks his tongue at him, grip on his waist tightening.

"You finished it alright but look at this mess you've left," Steve jerks his head at the wet sink and counter, bubbly water dripping.

Bucky's eyes widen and he stammers, "I'll wipe it Steve just give me a moment-"

His words ends in a keen when Steve drags him back by his waist to grind his ass against Steve's erection, eyelids fluttering close as the action causes the toy in him to grind on his prostate.

"Tsk, you just can't do things right can you? Have to make a mess first before you do something right," Steve murmurs by his ear. Bucky bows his head, a shameful heat rising in him.

Slowly, Steve's hands wander. One rests to cup the twitching bulge in his boxers while the other wrapped around the front his neck. Bucky groans at the touch, head jerked back by his neck to rest against Steve's shoulder.

He rocks back and all he gets is a tight squeeze on his dick that makes him choke on a pained moan.

Message received.

"You'll be good for me?" Steve asks and Bucky nods enthusiastically. He all but yells his answer.

"You're so sweet with a toy in you hmm? Maybe I should keep you like this. In our home with a vibrator in your ass," Steve says casually. "Just a little buzzing and you're folding faster than a wet paper. It'll keep you open and wet, just a hole for me to fuck."

He punctuates his words with a dirty grind and Bucky all but melts in his arms, a loud moan leaving him. His fingers dig into the edge of the sink, going bloodless with how tight he's holding on.

"Steve please please I'll be good for you! Anything baby just- please touch me," He frantically begs.

"Such a sweet mouth," Steve groans to his neck. "But it's all talk, yes? The very moment you get what you want, you go back to being brat."

"No no! That's not- I'm not a brat Steve," Bucky cries. "I swear I- I'll be good for you!"

"Liar~" Steve sings. His grip on Bucky's neck tightened, Bucky arching against him as Steve bites his ear, lips drifting down to his neck. Bucky howls when Steve sinks his teeth on his flesh, hips jerking and grinding against Steve's grip and back to the erection poking his ass.

"Good boys listen and follow their orders. They don't run straight to fucking danger and take a goddamned bullet not meant for them," Steve quietly snarls at him and Bucky freezes, choking on a sob.

He knows what Steve's going on about, what this punishment is for. Like the usual, they were having another mission with the rest of the avengers. Bucky had seen an enemy take a shot at Steve from his blind spot and tackled him down, shielding him with his body.

He wasn't even hit but Steve continued to give him a cold shoulder until Bucky finally begged him. Steve had him bent over the couch then and meticulously opened him up with his fingers, the vibrating dildo sunk into him slowly before Steve sent him to do the dishes with a slap to the ass as if the man wouldn't pull the same shit for Bucky.

Unbiddingly, anger and irritation rises in him.

"Big words for someone who's got a shield but never uses it to defend himself!"

As soon as those words leave Bucky's mouth, he knows he's done for.

Steve's a warm statue behind him and Bucky almost starts desperately begging then.

"I- Steve I didn't mean to say those- Steve please OH FUCK!"

Thrashing, Bucky screams as he's hauled away from the sink and shoved straight to the kitchen island, Steve's grip shifting to hold him down by his nape while his other hand played with the remote of the toy. The buzzing increases, raised to its highest level.

Bucky's helpless but to take the barrage of pleasure turning his body to a puddle, heat pooling in his belly. He's leaking in his boxers, cock so hard it hurts, hole contracting around the slick dildo in him. The build up is familiar, the pain pleasure pushing him closer to the edge.

"Steve I- I'm- Steve!" Bucky keens, hips thrusting forward. The marble is cool under his overheated skin, edge digging painfully to his navel. Steve's grip on his nape is unrelenting.

"Don't cum," Steve says but his tone suggests that it's not really an order, like he knows Bucky's too far gone to really listen to him.

Not a second later, Bucky's moaning and trembling, dick shooting ropes of cum and soaking the fabric of his boxer even more. His knees fold, body a lump of shivering flesh on the kitchen counter.

"A good boy you say you are hm?" Steve hums, folding over him. Bucky feels like his brain was about to melt out of his ears, shivers wracking his body.

Steve's fingers move to tangle into Bucky's hair, the other squeezing his hips. Bucky shudders, tears starting to well in his eyes as he weakly clenches around the dildo inside him, still buzzing and sending his nerves to an overdrive.

"You like that Buck? You like cumming on a toy?" Steve asks him, mocking and lightly grinding his own cock on Bucky's ass.

"Yes," He weakly moans, rocking back, going cross eyed and drooling.

"Going stupid on me already huh? This is supposed to be a punishment and like every time, you're only good at the beginning," Steve scolds, hand on his hip moving to toy the waistband of his boxers before finally slipping in, wrapping deft fingers around Bucky's cum-slicked cock.

Bucky whines, crying when Steve's grip tighten painfully. He jerks Bucky's cock, the slide made easy by his cum till Bucky's shaking with the pain and pleasure. Steve moves his hand towards Bucky's ass, pushing at the toy the same time he drags Bucky up by his hair, forcing his body to a sharp arch.

Bucky howls under him, sobbing and delirious. He feels so close again already.

"Since you like cumming so much, I'm going to fuck you with this toy until you can't cum anymore," Steve darkly whispers to his ear, gripping the edge of the toy and slowly dragging it out of Bucky as far as his boxer would allow before shoving it back into him.

"And then, when you're finally cumming dry, I'm going to fuck you on my cock till you pass out and even after that, do you hear me?" Steve continues, jerking the toy deeper into Bucky and making him lose his mind, filthy squelches of dripping lube mixing with his cries.

Bucky shudders at his words, aching with oversensitivity, body taut against Steve and trembling but god he'd let this man do it and more. If this was the punishment then Bucky would sin every day.

Fin~

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It’s never over.

PT.2

(if you aren’t blonde or don’t apply to the features, you can just put your own features in. i just put my features because i didn’t really know what else.)

Summary: A girl forced to move to massachusetts, meets a boy across the lake. As they spend their days with each other, they all fall in love. When one decides to end the relationship, the other one is left feeling abandoned. After a few years, they find each other again. But was the love strong enough?

TW: drinking, not proofread

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My eyes open in frustration.

He looked so good.

He looked so happy.

Was he too drunk to realize it was me?

I turned on my side. “fuck” i mumble, picking up my phone. 1:26am. I start my new job in a few days so that’s a plus.

He looked so good.

-

I’d just finished washing my face when my phone lit up.

“hey there’s a party tonight. ur coming.”

who is this.

“oh yeah and this is mia. from the party”

as if she read my mind.

“oh hey. umm who’s party?”

“im actually not sure. but a party is a party🤷🏻‍♀️”

“i’ll be there. what time???”

“6. i’ll pick u up?”

“thank uu”

I sent her my location.

-

I touched up my lip gloss, and looked at the time 5:40pm. I had on a short black tank, and black denim shorts. “heyyy girl!” a voice exclaimed. “hey mia” i chuckle grabbing my phone. “That’s all you’re bringing?” she asked shocked as we walked out to her car. “yeah i don’t need much” i shrug shutting the car door.

-

“now i’m 18, and i still live with parents”

“this is way more packed than the last one” she yelled over the music. I nodded in agreement. “Let’s go get drinks.” i state.

Finally we found the kitchen. I filled my cup with whatever i could find. “hey can i leave you for a sec? i just saw Jake walk in?” she asked. “yeah go ahead!” i say over the music.

I leaned over the island to grab another bottle. But when I returned to my standing position i bumped someone. “sorry-“ i turn back. Those eyes again.

“i’m sorry-“ he paused “i saw you at the last party-“ he paused again. I forced a smile “hey chris” i sigh looking down for a second. When i met his eyes again they were kinda squinted. Then they widened back out. “Oh my god.” he whispered and pulled me in for hug.

He smells like expensive cologne.

“oh my god.” he stated once more. He pulled back and just looked at me. “You look- why- what are you doing here?” he said quickly “I wanted to party. why are you here?” i joked clearly dodging the question. He playfully rolled his eyes. “i- um got a job here. I didn’t know you lived around here I promise” i let out a nervous laugh.

“I thought i saw you at the last party- you look different.” he said quickly. “yeah” i look away. “you changed your hair.” he stated specifically. I looked down.

“Does my hair look dirty?” i ask looking at chris through the mirror. “no why” he walked over to me. “someone said my hair is like blonde but dirty.” i say looking over to him. “No, i like your hair. don’t ever change it”

“I like it.” he said making me look up at him. “damn. how have you been” he brought me in for another hug. “You know” i sigh into his chest. “yeah i feel you there.” he pulled back. His eyes, the way they looked into mine.

God i’m staring.

“so i- um saw you at the last party too. I didn’t see Nick and Matt though.” i look around. “Why didn’t you say anything, or come up to me?” he asked knowing the answer. “I just- i don’t know.” I say quietly and look down again tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You wanna go outside?” He asked signaling to the loud music. “yeah let’s go”

I take a deep breath as i sit on the concrete step. He followed and looked over to me. “You just had to bring the cup out?” he chuckled. “yeah.” i laugh taking a sip. “I remember you couldn’t even stand the smell like 3 years ago” He said. “4 years ago” i corrected him.

I’m such a dick.

“but a lots happened.” i look down. “i know” his head went down. “Hey i’m sorry by-“ i couldn’t take this talk right now “chris don’t it’s okay. i don’t really wanna talk about it tonight” i say looking over to him. “okay” he said.

-

I finish my … i’m actually not sure how many cups. I bump into someone, “hey sorry” i laugh. “Hey.” the guy flirted. “your hot. you wanna go upstairs?” he asked. I was too disoriented to answer but before i could he was already taking me up.

As we’re walking, or he’s walking and i’m stumbling. Someone grabs my other hand. “she’s okay man” an echo of a voice states. “Fuck off bro” a different voice said. “get the fuck on somewhere” the first voice said and one of my hands were let go.

CHRIS POV:

“come y/n” i guide her back down the stairs. “Where are we going?” she mumbled falling against me. “You’re gonna go home. Where’s that girl you came in with?” i ask and she didn’t respond. I took her out to the car and laid her down in the back. “i’ll be right back. okay?” i ask her. “you’re leaving again?” she mumbled with a whine. My heart sank a little at her words.

I just shut the door and go back inside to get Nick and Matt. “Wait y/ns in the car?” matt asked again. “Chris i’m convinced you’re going insane.” nick said as i pulled them to the car. “yes she’s in the car i swear i’m not going fucking insane” we reached the car and they both got in, not even caring to look in the back.

“Chris my ankle hurts” Y/n whined. Nick and Matt’s head snapped back. “Y/n what the fuck?” matt yelled excited. “when did you get here?” nick asked. All they earned from her was a shrug. “since when did she start drinking?” matt asked to that i just shrugged. Matt pulled off.

Y/n winced “my ankle chris.” she pulled it back from my lap. “what happened?” i ask pulling it back to my lap and started rubbing the hurt ankle. “You wouldn’t care” my eyebrows furrowed.

“You never cared.” nick glanced back. “You just left. With that bullshit ‘you’re going to college’. How is lacy?” she asked me and i started getting light headed. “And you asked when i started drinking chris. I don’t even know. You left me, and the bottle came to me” she chuckled.

I feel sick.

“why didn’t you love me” her smile left her face. Tears just trickled down her face. “i love you y/n” i say to her fighting back the tears that was begging to leave my eyes.

“where is her house chris?” matt asked.

“i’m not sure.”

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