#ur fucked if u think u didn’t just challenge him to get u louder than uv ever been

[bakubunny]

thinkin abt eijiro x loud!partner again. (thx @dcsiremc 🙄)

like. he’s not embarrassed or put off by someone that can’t hold back because it’s not like he holds back either.

i’m thinkin abt the moment when you’re comfortable enough to go further in your relationship, so you’re blunt and tell him you’re loud before things go too far. it’s more of a warning than anything, and he doesn’t tease because he can see that it genuinely bothers you. but the fact that you’ve been made insecure by some asshole who told you to “stop trying so hard,” and “aren’t you embarrassed?” about something he hasn’t yet told you he loves puts him on a mission to shake your insecurity to the core.

so when the time comes, at first eijiro lets you hide your face or try to muffle the sound when he slides in. and fuck, he’s so big that just him pushing in has you clamping your mouth shut as you blush hard. but he groans just the same, and without even saying it he shows you that you’re not alone. he’s not going to force it this time by pulling your hands away and holding them down even though he desperately wants to hear every pretty sound you can make.

no, it’s all tender kisses until your lips are swollen and each sensitive spot on your neck has your body shuddering. it’s sweet words and moaning into your skin like he can’t get enough of you. it’s letting you hide yourself in his arms instead of hiding yourself from him.

“fuck, that’s it, angel. let daddy hear your pretty voice. i fucking love it. give it to me. i need to hear you, so fucking perfect…. please don’t hide from me, baby. I need my pretty girl’s sweet moans…. that’s my girl. you’re all mine, let me have you. just let go….”

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#this was way softer than i meant it to be 💀 #i just know he would be so sweet #he’d be patient and loving but also #ur fucked if u think u didn’t just challenge him to get u louder than uv ever been #also we love kirishima ‘i’ll be damned if u think ur gonna be insecure when ur with me’ eijiro #bnha smut #mha smut #kirishima smut #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #x reader #bakubunny #aged up characters

[sadachmesarthim]

For the sentence starters I need 16 and 34 please!

this has porn in it, so ur all aware. links are sfw, text is not

for you, my dear, anything. sorry it took so long, i'm giving you what i have now. 'm gonna come back to it n do a second part when i can 😘

song for this one is UGH! by the 1975

@longlivestarker some light plug content 4 u! @bluestarker i love u for this one

he’s got peter pinned, yet again overtaking the younger superhero. they’d been training for a few hours at this point, and both were feeling the effects of such an intense workout.

it was tony that insisted they all start rigorous combat training. after stitching the universe back together, a good majority of the avengers realized they weren’t exactly cut out for extraterrestrial hand-to-hand.

peter honestly didn’t see the point. he was stronger than anyone there, faster. he could swing or run away if he really needed to... but tony continued to hound him over it. he caved, finally, after a solid two weeks of pestering from the older man. he only conceded when tony’d promised to leave him alone after one (1) trial session.

one session turned into two, then four, and quickly became several hours every single day. peter really wasn’t complaining at that point, though - it was a great opportunity to get tony shirtless, and he genuinely was getting better at kicking ass unaided. street vigilantism doesn’t really facilitate developing finesse, and he enjoyed sparring without consequences. what could he say, he loved teachable moments.

apparently a bit too much, from the position he found himself in.

tony might have been a “normal” human man - no super strength or enhanced awareness to give him an edge over his coworkers. what he *did* have, though, were eyes, and enough situational awareness to pick up on the kid’s sudden enjoyment of their previously 'useless' training time. his exposed, sweaty form did quite a bit to the young man in front of him, and tony wasn’t upset about it. like, at all. quite the opposite, actually - why else would he have been so adamant about being the person peter trained with?

but now, having pinned peter’s wrists to the floor in an attempt to subdue him, tony was rethinking his motives decision.

the sight of peter below him - drenched in sweat, pink and red embarrassment quickly overtaking his cheeks, his ears, his neck... absolutely helpless and trembling in tony’s grasp...

he found himself hard. this wasn’t the way his tuesday was supposed to go, but jesus, he wasn't complaining.

and peter, christ. the poor kid. tony could feel the piqued interest under his hips, peter visibly trying (and failing, miserably) to restrain himself from pushing up into the presence above him. he whimpered, soft and pathetic, like he was begging for tony to stop and keep going and fuck, do anything, please, all at once.

tony smiled, entertained by his desperation. “come on, kid. i know for a fact you can be louder than that.”

peter groaned. it was overwhelming, so much and not enough all at once, and oh my god tony was on top of him. tony was grinding back down on peter’s dick and enjoying it. his flush deepened, a desperate ‘nggh, oh fuck, god, tony, please’ wrenching itself from peter’s throat before he could think to stop it.

"love the noises you make, pete, fuck. you gotta slow down, though, baby, and tell me what you want." tony continued directing as much smooth pressure he could down toward the writhing figure beneath him, laughing lightly. peter sounded delicious like this, so fucking needy, & tony wasn’t planning on letting him up any time soon.

peter, already way too frustrated and way too turned on, took the opportunity when he saw it - just as tony was shifting his hips backward, peter thrust up, hooking an arm around tony's elbow and using the leverage to flip their positions.

"can't just pin me here & tell me to slow down. don’t start something you can’t finish, old man.” heat flooded through tony at the quip - he wasn’t prepared for the display of power, for the sass. this was so much better than what he’d planned for, so much better than the writhing & submissive boy he'd had just a few seconds ago.

“i know you like this, baby, but i think you’d like it a lot more if we took off our clothes.” and christ, peter did. he liked seeing tony underneath him - liked feeling his ass pressing against tony's cock, clothed or otherwise. but the idea sounded phenomenal - getting tony out of those stupid fucking track pants, being able to feel so much more.

he released tony's hands, allowing him to reach down and undo the tie at his waist. peter did the same, sitting up on his knees and giving them both enough space to strip down.

"jesus fucking christ, you're kidding." of course tony'd be sparring commando. only him, peter thought.

"what, don't say you haven't pictured this before. can you blame me for wanting to show up prepared??"

that's the fucked part of it - he had pictured it before - so many times. even before they made it routine, he'd fantasized about it. tony grabbing him, pinning him down in the suit, metal fingers shredding his million dollar combat suit with little more than a thought. dreamt about it - tony fingering him stupid on the mats, doors unlocked and open for anyone to catch them. imagined webbing them up, riding tony while he was literally stuck to the ceiling. making him completely helpless to peter's wants and needs.

he'd shown up prepared, before, too - even today. he'd worked himself open, stretching enough to take his favorite plug. half of training is mental, anyway. seeing if he could fight with a plug in was both filthy fantasy and a challenge.

"fuck, no, but christ tony... if you don't do something i swear to god i'll do it for you." that earned him another laugh, broken & tinged with lust - confirmation that tony'd been waiting for this just as long.

"you have no idea how good that sounds kid," tony mused, taking the moment to finally get his hands on the poor little spider. every muscle was twitching, so incredibly responsive to the circles tony was rubbing into his ilium. peter jerked into the contact, falling forward onto tony's chest.

the pressure between them mounted, spurred on by the bare contact of their cocks against one another. it was heady, fogging peter's mind with need. he'd wanted this so desperately, and was so not looking forward to it being over.

tony, the gentleman that he was, pushed peter up a bit. he spit excessively into his hand and - oh fuck, tony please, oh god, - began pulling peter off in earnest. he was entirely unprepared for just how good it felt, arching into tony's grasp. peter lurched, grinding his bare ass down tony’s groin & fucking up into his fist.

peter looked down just as something feral flashed through tony’s eyes. suddenly aware of just how wide his legs were spread, he realized: tony felt his plug. there’s no way he missed it.

tony released the hair in his left hand, snaking it down between peter’s twitching cheeks. he toyed with the plug, smirking when peter’s movement stuttered. tony hooked two fingers around the base, damn near *tearing* it out of him.

another feeling - something like pride and lust and jealousy all mixed - surged through him when he saw exactly what he pulled from peter’s ass.

in his hand, he held a custom “iron slut” plug. tony’d seen things like it before - he wasn’t a stranger to weird social media photo replies. this was so much more, though - gold colored metal shining under the fluorescents, little red rhinestones encrusting the flared end. tony’s colors, peter had tony’s colors inside him.

he growled, tossing the plug to the side. he reached back down, excited to feel excess lube still leaking from peter’s hole. he pressed two fingers in, savoring the small stretch he still needed to fully enter peter.

the kid cursed, clawing down tony’s shoulders. he knew he was sensitive but fuck, he’d never experienced anything like it before. he could feel everything, every single ridge of his fingerprints, every press of flared knuckles against his prostate. it was perfect, so balanced on the edge of too much and not enough.

peter was splitting at the seams, close to drawing blood with how deep his nails had dug into tony’s flesh. he keened, whiny moans sprinkled between gasps and cries of "fuck, fuck me tony please, need you so bad”

tony twisted his fingers, forcing peter to feel the ridges of his fingers everywhere. "oh god, nngh tony, fuck, mr. stark please, i'm-"

"don't hold back, baby. you gonna cum from just my fingers in your greedy little hole? tell me just how much you want it, baby." he ended each phrase with the drag of his fingertips along peter's prostate, just enough to push him over.

peter’s whole body shook, entirely not used to being handled the way it just had. he fell forward, pleasure overriding strength.

peter came with tony's name on his lips, breathy little puffs of air just brushing the skin of his shoulder. tony fucked him through it, only letting up and pulling out when peter’s sounds turned painful.

once he’d come down enough, peter sat himself up, blushing at the man under him. “i can’t believe we just did that in the gym, tony!”

“what, was that not how you wanted to spend your morning, petey?” tony smirked, already aware of the answer.

“oh my good shut up!”

#starker #peter parker x tony stark #peter parker/tony stark #.mine #.text #.ficpost #i didn't edit this or even look it over post copy&paste pls go easy #nff #not family friendly #like a lot

[bnhavibes]

STEAMY MAKEOUTS???NOT TOTALLY SMUT BUT STEAMY. UR LIKE MY NEW FAVORITE AUTHOR U SEEM LIKE A GOOD TIME AHAHA ILY

Making Out pt 2!

Bakugou, Todoroki, Izuku x Fem!Reader hc

Warning! KINDA NSFW

tw/ swearing!!! dirty talk, heavy groping(and booty smacking), dry humping 🥵

Bakugou, Katsuki

Being the type of guy Bakugou is, you know he’s gonna get as much of you as he can.

Though he doesn’t really like to show PDA at school beyond holding hands or embracing one another, he occasionally will pop up while you’re about to take a “bathroom break”

(going to the bathroom and just sitting on your phone and messing with your hair/makeup because, well, you ARE the girlfriend of the rebellious ass of the school so you might as well try to be the nicer part)

But somehow, he always knows when to find you.

And pulls you into a nearby janitors closet every time.

You know it’s him just by the grip that he has on you.

how it should hurt by the way it looked, but he was so passionate as grabbed you by your hips and hiked up your skirt; lifting (yanking) your legs off the ground and around his waist

“Oh (Y/N), I’ve missed you a lot today.” He groans as you’re pushed into the door with his body. His lips and tongue meet yours as he snakes his right hand up your body to squeeze your cheeks together; forcing your mouth open as he lapped at your tongue.

Instantly, you salivated.

You loved when he was like this.

During these closet visits, it’s clear that he must have had something crazy happen in class where somebody said some “u t t e r bullSHIT” about team work or gotten pissed off at his internship the day before.

“Uhnmm, ‘Suki~,” you moan in his ear, his mouth marking your now exposed collar bone and neck. “I’ve missed you more.”

did you— did you just... ch— challenge him?

WHAP! The sound of his hand was louder than the hit, but oh did that do something to you.

“S-So lewd, S-Suki.”

“Yeah?” He says more than he asks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he returns his hands to your ass and rubs the hardening length under his pants against your aching core

You know you shouldn’t have challenged him. The smell of your arousal was filling the tony space, and he moaned at the familiarity.

“You think that I’m lewd, princess?” He growls, “That— That ffucking smell, that’s what’s lewd.” He groans as he continues to grind his pelvis into your hips.

His whole frame was shadowing you, and you couldn’t help but moan at the naughty idea of him taking you like this later tonight.

But right now, you knew the deal; No sex at school.

But..... you can makeout right ?

“God, I wish I could fuck you, right here, right now.”

‘Ahhh, so somebody was butthurt at training?’ You think to yourself.

That meant only complete submission would get him to actually do something.

And God, did you need him to actually do something. (and you knew just how to get what you wanted)

“But, Daddy, our ruuuuleess.”

“Motherfuck— Gah!” He growls,

There’s only one word that can kick Bakugou into ‘fuck them kids’ mode.

“(Y/N), don’t you dare—“

“What’s wrong, Daddy? Can’t handle a challenge like this at school?”

You’re such a minx.

“You’re gonna fucking regret those words, Princess.” He said through gritted teeth, that shit eating, wild, and downright sexy fucking pull of his lips ignited a fire in your stomach.

You were in for it now.

Todoroki, Shouto.

This guy wasn’t as bad with PDA as Bakugou

He was focused on his studies, sure!

But that didn’t mean he had to protest every time you curled up into his lap in homeroom or during those gruesomely boring days where the tests were too easy for both of you.

He loved the way your hair smelled, even as your head was nuzzled into his lap.

He especially loved when just the two of you would sit under a tree on the school grounds, you straddling his lap as his back pressed into the tree

You’d sit there, reading a book to him, leaning your head on his shoulder, just at the crook of his neck.

He couldn’t resist touching the soft skin under your school uniform.

Your thighs???? His delicacy.

Your hips???? So squishy.

Your breasts??— wait

“Sh-Shouto.” You say breathlessly, his aimless wandering unintentionally causing a stir in your stomach.

His mismatched eyes snapped up to meet yours.

“Oh, I— I’m sorry, love, I guess I spaced out a bit there.”

“Mm.” You nod, waiting for him to realize where he was caressing.

He had traced circles on your lower back, but the warmth of your skin started dropping as his hands wandered up and around your body

The pregnant pause gave him anxiety, so he immediately looked for signs of what went wrong.

His face flushed immensely at the sight of your top unbuttoned enough for his hands to slip through, resting one at the back of your neck as the other was cupping your breast underneath a bralette you wore

“I— I didn’t mean to. Please forgive m—mmph.” His moan in your kiss, the way his breath hitched as your tongue met his, all factored into the heat pooling between your legs

He inhaled sharply, squeezing his eyes shut as your hands snake around his neck, deepening the kiss as you lift your hips up, only to scootch themback down(catching his hardening member between your folds on the way)

His trembling exhale only encouraged you further as you kissed his jawline

down his neck

until you found his perfect little weak spot

“(Y-Y/N).” He squeaks out, his cheeks flushed so red you’d think he would have activated his quirk.

“Hmm?” You hum, fluttering your long eyelashes up at him.

“We’re outside.” He warns, looking around at the empty yards

(it was lunch time and too windy for most students to enjoy the outdoors, but you two reveled in isolation.)

“Nobody’ll notice.” You say innocently, hands ready at his belt, teasingly dipping a finger in and out of his waistline

A beat passed before a playful smile grew on his face.

“I have to leave early to see my mom today.”

“I can fake a cold from the weather, and meet you at the dorms in 10.” And with a passionate peck, you were off

Midoriya, Izuku

On the surface, your boyfriend Deku seemed like a pretty innocent enough guy

key words being: “on the surface”

deep down, he was a raging pervert

and you relished in it

Usually.

Caught him (purposefully) jacking off in his dorm? You jumped him.

Walk in when he’s having a wet dream? He’d fuck your face when he’d wake up.

and gooodddd was he so needy when he was horny.

“Baby, cmon it’s just a game! I thought you’d wanna do the challenge for your american friends.”

“A pocky challenge?” You giggle as you walk away with him, his arms tightly wrapped around your hips as he pulled you into his body.

He nuzzled his face into your hair, the box of pocky digging into your hip as his arms squeezed you. “Please, (Y/N), it’ll be fun, I-I promise.”

You huff in response, stopping to remove his hands gently and face him.

“Fine. But later, kay?”

The gleam in his eye was bright, but something else was hidden behind it. You wouldn’t know until now, what exactly clouded his mind as he heard you agree to this challenge.

You were filming (on your bed) for your video to show your friends, your recorded content never to see the light of day , when Izuku had removed his shirt.

“What are you doing, weirdo?” You giggle, but you’re blushing, looking at the viewfinder in confusion and embarrassment.

“It’s hot in here,” He blatantly lies, the grin on his face anything but sweet. You were wearing a camisole style crop top, and a black pair of soffe shorts, a preferred lounging outfit you changed into after school during the warmer days.

“U-Uhh, okay. So, he-here’s the pocky. I got cookies n cream flavor! So u-uh, D-Deku?” You say, going along with his obvious plan.

He was already in your face, his body hot from the state he was in. Apparently being a teenage boy meant times where he was just so horny he had to have you as much as he could.

“Let’s get started.” He grabbed you by the face, a bit roughly, but here you were, mouth agape too far for pocky, salivating from the way he pulled your bodies together by your head.

He had already ate half the pocky by the time it hit your tongue, and he moaned once his own met your lips.

Your pursed your lips quickly, knowing he would take advantage of your well-coated tongue if you let him.

His brows furrowed at your aversion, his hands dropping to your hips, harshly pulling them into his pelvis. Your legs twitched as you felt something throbbing, and hard, grind against your clothed center.

You gasped as you chewed the sweet snack, breath hitching as his tongue retreated with a groan of determination as you opened your eyes and met Izuku’s emerald irises; glossed over with lust.

It was — enticing.

Heat creeped up your cheeks as he bore into your soul, a small smirk beginning to grow as your mouths inched closer together.

You weren’t going to chicken out, however.

Not when he would try to dominate you like this.

Your own smirk grew as you finished the last bite, quickly turning towards the camera, and pushing his body back onto the bed. You sat on your knees, leaning forward to end the recording:

“Looks like it was a draw. Neither of us pulled back before the pocky was done!” You beamed, but in the view finder you see Izuku; His pants pulled to his knees, and hand palming himself over his boxers as he stared at your ass bent over in front of him.

You bit your lip as you watched him, the silence and lack of movement alerting Izuku of your gaze, meeting it through the viewfinder as he licked his lips.

Quickly you turned around, grasping his face with one hand as you pulled him into a sloppy, yet passionate kiss

He moaned beneath you, one hand gripping your ass as he guided your pussy along the length of his boxers

“Ohh~ Doll, I-I’m... mmph—“ You kissed him again, you knew he would be quick the first time so, might as well help him out huh?

You rocked your hips against his body, sandwiching his girth between your folds.

“I know, baby,” You cooed, saliva stringing between your lips and his.

You pressed your lips against his harshly, picking up the speed of your hips, his desperate pants proving his near orgasm.

“You’re so fucking good to me, baby, h-humping my cock, I—I’m so spoiled to have such a nnn-aughty girl like you.” He moans, his jaw slacking as he bucks his hips up into you.

You moan at his dirty words, ‘There you are, Izuku.’ You think to yourself. You secretly loved his lewd and perverted side, it made you feel special to be the only person getting this rise out of him.

Midoriya’s teeth sinking into your semi-exposed chest pulled you from your thoughts as his member pulsated, the hot liquid in his boxers seeping past his layer of protection and mixing with your own arousal-leaking core.

“Uuhhmmph— Baby~” He moans on your skin as his orgasm settles.

“Don’t worry. We’re just getting started. Okay, doll?” He smiles

GOD BLESS ITS HOT IN HERE!!!! who was your fave??? lmk in the comments & dont forgot to send in your requests 🥰

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[jawnjendes]

but i like what you’re doing to me | shawn mendes

university au/ shawn x goth gf

an: if ur just here for smutty smut and no plot, ur welks. if u want more, blease consider reading n rebloobing this whole series 

masterlist | series playlist

Once the ball was rolling, my nerves went away. I excitedly crawled onto the bed, Shawn coming in after me. We both sat on our knees (although sitting like that made my thighs ache from earlier today), Shawn quickly getting his hands all over me. Seriously, all he did was move his hands up and down my torso, across my breasts, down to my ass and back. His eyes were wide with arousal, following where he touched.

“I can't believe you did this,” he said softly. “Can't believe how sexy you look.” His hands moved up my ribcage again and landed on my breasts. He looked me in the eyes again, that sweet and tender boy gone. “Can't believe you're mine.”

He was always quite chatty in these situations. I never knew what to say, and I certainly did not have the heart to tell him to shut the hell up and dick me down already. Besides, outside the bedroom, Shawn found it difficult to be outwardly loving to me considering that I did not like compliments or praise. This was probably the only time he could show verbal affection.

I helped him get his shirt off before pulling him in for a hot kiss. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, knowing that it really got him going. I ran my fingers up and down his chest and abs, because that got me going. How the hell did he want me when I wasn't in some slutty little outfit? How was I able to resist pouncing on him in public? How could I resist sucking hickeys on his neck, collarbones and shoulders?

He placed his hands on my waist and lowered me onto my back, our noses touching, breathing heavy. “How do you wanna do this, honey?”

My head was spinning in the most wonderful way. I sighed deeply in an attempt to catch my breath, only for it to get taken again as Shawn traced his finger over my nipple, which was quite visible through this transparent material. My body twitched, and a soft moan came out of me. I grabbed his wrist, digging my nails into his skin to show just how good it made me feel.

“Tell me how you want it,” Shawn said, his voice deliciously low. His nose grazed my cheek just before his lips attached themselves to my neck, kissing and sucking sensually. Then he moved down to my breasts and teased my nipples some more, being as gentle as possible.

At the moment, I wanted every position. I wanted him to bend me over every surface in this apartment. I wanted my legs on his shoulders as he relentlessly pounded into me. I wanted him to pin me up against the wall and use me like I was some cheap sex doll. God, I just wanted to be treated like a dirty little whore.

But Shawn was just so sweet and gentle. Even when we were doing a quickie in the car, he was always holding my hand or telling me to look him in the eyes. It was quite different than what I've experienced in the past. His heart was practically having sex with my heart.

“Do whatever you want to me,” I groaned. “Take me however you want.”

Something of a growl erupted from his throat as he got on top of me. He swiftly hitched my legs onto his hips and slowly started grinding into my crotch. Our noses touched and our lips brushed against each other. Shawn kissed the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, and he moved down my body altogether. He ran his lips across my hip bones, teeth grazing the hem of my panties. Then, he took a single finger and ran it up the crotch of the pink lace.

Soon enough, Shawn was pulling off the measly piece of fabric and putting his pretty mouth to work. His tongue went over every crevice, and he did not hold back. The wet, obscene noises of his mouth doing unspeakable things drove me absolutely wild.

I moaned louder than I ever have before and gripped the bedsheets when the tip of his tongue repeatedly ran over that one sweet spot. My back arched as I heaved quick breaths, and my hips were moving against his mouth. “Fuck.”

Shawn pulled off with a wet kiss. “Fuck, I love eating your-”

“Don't stop!” I squealed, grabbing the back of his head and bringing his mouth back to where it belongs.

He smiled against me before continuing. He flattened his tongue against my most sensitive area and inserted two fingers to make it that much better. He groaned against me, almost like he was encouraging me to the finish line. He even took the liberty of whispering, “Come on, come on…” and making sure his lips were brushing against me.

And then I was calling his name as my first orgasm of the night hit me like a train.

“That's it, give it to me…” He groaned as he vigorously pumped his fingers for a few more seconds before pulling them out.

I shut my eyes and breathed heavily, coming down from the high. My limbs went limp and melted into the mattress.

Shawn moved and lied on his side, looking down at me. He delicately brushed strands of my hair away from my forehead and planted a soft kiss in that very spot. Then he took my hand and kissed my knuckles. I turned into his body, craving affection, and I curled into his chest and tangled my legs with his.

“Take a breather,” he told me, “because we're not done yet.”

It was true. We hadn't even gotten to his needs yet, but I couldn't fight off a power nap. Shawn was just too comfy to not sleep on. Or with.

When I woke (with a mild start), he told me that I knocked out for a grand total of fifteen minutes. Then he proceeded to make out with me. It really wasn't hard to get in the mood again. He was just that good.

He grabbed my thigh and hooked my leg around his waist again. He just wanted me to be as close as possible. Close wasn't close enough for him. His mouth was all over my neck and my tits, while I snaked my hand down between us to touch him where he needed me. He let out a deep grunt against my skin, and his hips moved into my hand.

“Mm, baby…”

His tall figure sat up to pull off his sweatpants, which gave me a good look at the dick print in his briefs. I smiled and bit my lip, looking up at him. Then, I shifted so I was bent down on all fours, reached over, and pulled down the front of his briefs. I didn't think twice about taking him into my mouth.

Shawn let out a soft breath, holding up my hair in his big hands. That soft breath led to a soft moan, which led to a louder moan when I properly deepthroated him. He tightened his grip on my hair, and one hand roamed my back. He bunched up my nightgown, his nails barely scraping my skin.

“You're so good at taking my dick,” he groaned. “Should use, mmm, I should use your mouth more often.”

Yes, use me. Fuck my mouth until I can't speak.

I pulled back with a loud pop and looked up at Shawn, running my tongue over his tip. His eyes were heavy, and his mouth was slack. He stroked my cheek and cupped my chin, which he then grabbed to bring me back up to his level. I didn't even resist, I just let him pull me wherever he pleased.

“You're so fucking beautiful,” he told me, brushing our noses together. “You know how much I love you?”

My chest got all sorts of warm and fuzzy, but my brain and vagina were screaming for things to get a move on. I needed him now.

“Show me,” I replied, softly pecking his lips before lying down on the mattress. I spread my legs open, looking at him helplessly. “Please… show me.”

He didn't need telling twice. Shawn pulled off his underwear and settled himself between my legs, propping himself up on his elbows. Slowly, he slid himself inside me, not taking his eyes away from my face. I shut my eyes and dug my nails into his back, groaning through my clenched teeth. It couldn't get any better than this.

“Look at me,” he said between huffs of breath. “Look at me, honey…”

A stiff noise escaped my throat, but I did what he said. Shawn's face was contorted with pleasure, his eyebrows were scrunching together, the muscles in his neck were flexed. Sweat was forming around his hairline and his chest. His pretty brown eyes were filled with something I never saw in anyone else. He really meant all the words he was saying, and it brought back that fuzzy feeling in my chest.

“God, you're so beautiful,” he whispered. “You don't even know what you do to me. You don't even know how much I love you. Fuck, baby…”

“Shawn,” I breathed out. Enough of the sweet talk. “Fuck me harder.”

The corners of his mouth went up, and his hands went down to grab my ass. He let out low grunts as he pounded his hips with more vigor. “You like it like this?”

“Harder,” I growled against his mouth, my nails scratching up his back. I let out a guttural moan when he did what I said.

Then, I brought my hand down between us and rubbed as quickly as I could. That was something I haven't done before, and Shawn was certainly happy to see that. His head tilted down to look at where our bodies connected and he properly moaned at the sight. Like, a proper porn-worthy moan.

“Oohh… I'm gonna give you a big fucking load, baby…”

“You gonna come for me?” I asked in a challenging tone. “Gonna make a huge mess all over me?”

Shawn's face contorted a little more, his back arching as he got closer and closer to his end. His thrusting was staggering a lot just as his moans got louder and more needy. Finally, he pulled out and spilled all over my lower abdomen and my arm. He soaked through my nightie, which looked a lot hotter than it felt. He grabbed himself and squeezed everything out, his eyes shut tight and his mouth in that perfect little O. He's never looked more mind blowingly attractive.

When he finished, Shawn took two fingers and helped me get to where I needed. He joined our free hands and laced our fingers together. He mumbled more sweet nothings until I was yelling and writhing once again. I called out his name and squeezed his hand in mine, practically hurdling myself into heaven.

Shawn was just as short on breath as I was. As soon as we were both satisfied, he plopped down on the space next to me. I lied still on the bed after that orgasm, waiting for the clarity to kick in. After a few minutes, I was only put off by the fact that I was not in my signature color. I sat up and carefully took off the nightgown and left it on the floor. Then I lied back again and faced Shawn, who had watched me get naked.

“Sorry I ruined your pretty little outfit,” he said, his voice slurred.

“Meh, it's pink,” I told him, “I was never going to wear it again anyway.”

He chuckled. “Oh no. I need to see you in pink more often. It's a good look on you.”

“That's the orgasm talking.”

“And what about it?”

We both laughed, and then Shawn turned his body towards me. His eyes were tired but content, and he was smiling wide. Oh, he boutta do it…

“I love you so much.”

He had to do it to me.

Shawn reached over and stroked my sexed up hair. Even with my silence, his smile didn't falter. He was too kind and too empathetic. He didn't really understand my issues with affection, but he still let me figure things out without pressuring me about it. He told me a while back that he would say the words enough for the both of us.

“I know,” I replied softly.

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gruvia drabble

author’s note: i get inspired by the most insignificant little things and i have no idea where im gonna go w this fic but...... juvia is so BEAUTIFUL omfg n i literally just wanna write a fic ab gray appreciating that. that’s it lmao. enjoy my loves!!!<333

**another note: haha oh ok it turned into something kinda rly different! its fine ig! psa im ab to kinda rant so u can skip this if u want!! if u wanna read this part it might be better to do it after u read the fic???? these arent spoilers its just kinda behind the scenes of ig.. ok so i try to think of gruvia in the most realistic sense possible. i incorporated gray having crushes bc simply, i think its true. i think gray had a crush on erza and lucy. i also think gray didnt fall in love w juvia at first sight lmao. i think it took a lot of time for gray to understand what juvia meant to him. also i find it INFURIATING that gray has never commented on juvias looks lmaooo (to my knowledge). like he said lucy and erza were pretty (at least in the anime) and literally all i want is for gray to acknowledge how fuckin BEAUTIFUL juvia is ongogmgogm. ok ok yes he commented "you're mine" and said "ur body is something i care about" and a whole lot of other romantic things but he has never made a comment solely on juvias looks and ik looks dont matter and im sure its hard for gray to even think ab juvias looks considering all the personality she has but literally all i want is a "ur cute". like thats all i need lmao. my girl needs recognition for being the most beautiful person EVER!! so yeah this fic is me trying to process how gray sees juvia, and even tho he doesnt say it, i can at least tell myself this is his thought process lmaooo. ((he also prolly doesn't say shes cute cus it would be way too embarrassing for him considering he has like actual real feelings for her)) ok ignore me literally typing word vomit lol pls enjoy ilysm. (((this rant is longer than the fucking fic. i cri.))))

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Gray always had crushes.

It was normal, but Gray never really reflected on it until now.

First, there was Erza. They were just kids. When she first joined the guild, Gray thought she was weird, but he soon found out she was much more than that. She challenged him. Not only physically, but mentally and emotionally too. He wanted to figure her out. She had a complexity that he never experienced before, and he was intrigued by it. Soon, the curiosity of the pretty girl with the scarlet hair molded into an admiration. He admired her beauty, her ability, and her heart, and the attraction just fizzled away over time.

Then, there was Lucy. This one was far simpler, and didn't hurt Gray's brain as much to try to comprehend. She was cute. She was quirky. She was a fresh face he saw around the guild. He couldn't deny the instant attraction he felt towards her, and he didn't necessarily try to fight it either. The bond was harmless, and Gray never expected anything to come from it, nor did he try to advance it in any way. She was just Lucy. A friend, a guildmate, and a teammate. While a part of him was inclined to make some sort of move, an even larger part of him didn't feel right about it. That small part that inquired for something more seemed to die out as well, and while he wasn't sure why at first, he was finally starting to realize what it was.

Finally, there's Juvia, who he would hardly ever consider a crush. Honestly, at first, nothing really struck him. She was pretty he supposed, but had an odd look. She had a dull personality. She was nothing special. Just another enemy to take out. That was all until their first fight came to an end. A piece of her did stand out to Gray, and it stuck to him. He wasn't sure why, but it did.

Then, time went on. Juvia's personality completely flourished, and it was like she became a whole new person. While Gray at first saw her mostly as an annoyance, it transformed into something completely foreign to him. He never knew how to place this feeling, and even now he still has trouble comprehending Juvia from time to time. While he wasn't sure how to feel about her, he did always know that she was something special. She was there for him like no one else was. She supported, helped, and loved him more than anyone. He was completely overcome by all of her. He was so overwhelmed by her love, it took him a long time to realize just how much he needed and cherished it. He needed that warmth in his cold, seemingly tragic life. While the people in his past died for him, she lived for him. He only recently realized that in some ways, that was much harder, and it was certainly much more meaningful.

She did have her faults though, as all people do. She was completely neurotic, clingy, emotional, short-tempered, dramatic, and just--well-- a weirdo, but...

he loved her.

He loved her strength, her devotion, her kindness, her optimism towards life, her enthusiasm, her humor (even when she didn't mean to be funny), and well- he just loved everything about her. Even the bits mentioned earlier that seemed not so great. He loved it all.

He had a hard time even calling Juvia a crush, truthfully. The way he felt towards her was far stronger than anything he'd felt for anyone else. Erza and Lucy held a place in his heart at one point, but now, Juvia was the whole thing. She owned every last part of it. It was a feat neither of the former girls possessed, and he didn't think anyone other than Juvia ever could.

And as he sat at a table across from the three women he ever had romantic feelings for in his life: Erza, Lucy, and Juvia, and pondered on these thoughts, he decided not only did Juvia have an amazing soul, she was damn beautiful too.

The strange thing was, Juvia was always pretty. But unlike his former crushes, he never really seemed to take the time to admire Juvia's looks. It was her personality that always stuck out to Gray.

But when he did take the time to sit and just look at her... wow. Erza and Lucy couldn't even hold a candle to her.

It was remarkable, honestly. She was nothing like any girl he had ever seen before. She was totally unique. Her hair was the perfect shade of blue that accompanied her perfect waves, making her mane resemble that of a beautiful ocean that he would absolutely love to get lost in. Her bangs fell perfectly over her hooded eyes that were coated in long lashes, and in them held a deep blue escape that were her eyes. Oh god, her eyes. They could tell you a whole story those damned things. Gray never had to ask her what she was feeling, because her eyes always said it all. Natsu was sitting beside him at the time, and said something that caused Juvia to laugh. Her plump, naturally pouted lips turned into a big beautiful grin in an instant. Gray wasn't sure what Natsu said, but it must've been pretty funny, because she then covered her mouth as she began to laugh even louder, and Gray was wishing she didn't hide behind her petite hands. After the laugh fest was over, she regained her composure and tucked an unruly blue lock behind her ear, and closed her mouth as her lips parted into a content grin, and just that small gesture shamefully drove Gray crazy. She was a masterpiece.

He decided he didn't stop to think about how breathtaking she was so much, because then it would turn into this. It became Gray relishing in every little detail Juvia possessed, and every mannerism she did. He never felt the need to look at a girl like that before, with such interest in detail. The feeling that took over when he really looked at Juvia was far too strong for him to comprehend too often. It was a feeling completely unfamiliar to him until he saw her. While his emotions about her were a lot for him to handle sometimes, he was thankful for it.

He was grateful for every last part of her.

"Gray-sama, are you alright?" She tilted her head ever so slightly, causing the tides of her hair to fall in a new, but beautiful way, and her eyes were filling with harmless concern. She must've finally caught him staring.

"U-uh yeah." He stammered. "I'm good."

"You're sure?" Her eyes began to flood with more worry, and she reached her hand across the table, holding onto his. Her soft, milky skin clashed with his rough feel, but they somehow fit perfectly together. He flinched at first, but instead of throwing a fit for his hatred of PDA, he decided he'd let their hands be. He wanted to take every part of her in right now.

"Yeah." He smirked, and slightly squeezed onto her hand, not caring about Natsu, Lucy, Erza, or anyone seeing them at that moment in time. She was all his. Not only was she his, but she was it. She was really the one.

"I'm just fine."

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The Hand That Feeds - NSFW Negan Fic

This is my contribution for @grab-my-boner‘s 1k Writing Challenge. The song I chose was U + Ur Hand by P!nk.

This ties in with my fic “Through The Valley”, but can be read as a stand-alone. Obviously, Lilly and the wives except for Sherry and Amber are OCs. The events of this little story take place between Chapters 6 and 7.

Category: Shameless smut! And some angst I suppose?

Word Count: 2027

Warnings: Negan being a HUGE dick / Negan having a huge dick, heh / Negan’s filthy mouth / Smut (Oral with a sprinkle of objectophilia) / Mention of BDSM themes

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The door to the empty penthouse swung open and Negan waltzed in with his wives following, albeit less enthusiastically. He made a mental note of the clothes, books and dishes cluttering the room before he was swarmed by hands, tits and various other body parts, dutifully rubbing against him and he braced himself for what was coming. Sure enough, the five women started bombarding him with a stream of “What did you get us, Negan?” and several variations thereof and it took all of his mental strength not to roll his eyes and just flee into his room.

“A whole lot of food, water and warm clothes that are going to benefit ALL of Sanctuary.”

The resulting sighs and grumblings did nothing to improve his mood, but at least the little sycophants stopped pretending to be in any way interested in him, other than him bringing them goodies from his trip. Everyone except for Valerie plopped down on the various sofas, looking anywhere but him.

“So… who wants to welcome back Little Negan, huh? He sure as fuck missed all of your beautiful faces,” he buttered up to them with a wink, “Sherry-Pie!”

Sherry didn’t even deign him with an answer, opting for a disdainful scoff instead.

“Yeah, didn’t fucking think so anyway. Are you sure that thing between your legs is still working? Want me to check and dust away the cobwebs? Or maybe someone else has been taking trips to your pleasure cave lately?” his voice took on a more and more dangerous tone, but Sherry seemed hardly impressed by it.

“Eat shit, Negan!”

“Nah, you know that’s one of my hard limits, Sherry-Pie, but whatever floats your boat. So, who else? Amber? Come on, baby, you’ve been here for what? Five weeks? You’ve hardly put out so far.”

The blond girl with the pixie cut blushed furiously. “I can’t Negan, it’s that time of the month.”

“Huh… three fucking visits from Aunt Flo in five weeks. Maybe you should go see Doctor Fisher about that. I want my girls to be fucking happy and healthy after all,” he smirked, but he wasn’t lying. He always went out of his way to keep everyone in the penthouse satisfied, most of all himself, of course.

“I will Negan, I’ll go see him tomorrow,” she assured him with a timid voice and a face that now bore a distinct resemblance to an overripe tomato.

He didn’t even bother asking Tara or Becky. Those two were way too busy fucking each other like rabbits whenever they could to give him any kind of attention and he wasn’t in the mood to just watch today.

He could feel the last woman next to him getting antsy and inching closer and he sighed. Better than nothing, he supposed. After last night, he could sure do with a brunette, even if Valerie’s hair wasn’t quite as dark as Lilly’s. He would just have to close the curtains, he thought and grabbed her hand.

“Come on Val, those four bores don’t know what the fuck they’re missing out on,” he said as he made his way to his room, with Valerie giggling excitedly behind him. “Oh and ladies… this room better be squeaky fucking clean when I come back, or you’re all gonna spend the night in the fucking dormitory.” He drowned out the resulting complaints by closing his door after Valerie had sashayed in, doing her best to look seductive instead of clumsy on her way-too-high-heels.

He dropped Lucille on the couch next to the door and added his leather jacket before making a beeline for his toys drawer and rummaging for the ball gag. Valerie had already started yapping and his search grew frantic.

“...and I told Amber, ‘You just have to ask him real nice, he’ll get you some peroxide to destroy your hair even more,’ I mean, have you actually seen the top of her head? But I suppose it’s still better than those ugly-ass roots she has showing...”

“Where the fucking fuck is that fucking thing?”

“What thing, baby?” Valerie had placed herself on the couch decoratively and smiled up at him, completely oblivious to his annoyance and the headache he felt starting behind his temples. He pinched his nose and sighed for what felt like the hundredth time today. So no fucking, then. He staunchly refused to engage in any kind of sexual act with Valerie that didn’t involve her having her mouth full in some capacity or another. He tried to stay positive and told himself that this would at least save one of the already scarce condoms.

“Nothing. Forget it. Get on your fucking knees.”

She immediately slid off the couch and Negan remembered that she had some positive qualities, after all. Like doing as she was told, at least in the bedroom. And she was rather talented at giving head, contrary to the other girls and Negan was determined to put that talent to good use today. It would make her shut up and he could keep his eyes on the top of her head, while thinking about another dark haired, but much less annoying woman, whose full red lips he’d love to have wrapped around his dick.

The thought of Lilly here with him instead of Valerie was enough to give him a semi and he hurried to sit on the couch and open his belt, while the girl kneeling in front of him slid her hands up his thighs and smiled brightly up at him.

“Ooooh, looks like Little Negan missed me. Did big Negan miss me, too?”

“We both missed you like fucking crazy baby,” he lied through his teeth.

She opened the buttons on his pants with one hand and used her other hand to stroke him through the fabric of his boxers. He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes with a content sigh. Finally some action and distraction.

“Well, I missed you, too. And so did Miss Fiona.” He cringed at the ridiculous pet name she had given her pussy. Though, to be fair, he didn’t exactly have the right to make fun of people naming things that are important to them, he thought as his eyes searched for Lucille, who was lying next to him on the couch, her handle rubbing lightly against his thigh.

Negan wrapped his hand around her wooden frame while Valerie freed his now rock-hard dick from his pants and it was almost enough to make him moan when he thought back to when he had caught Lilly with the bat in her hand this morning.

“Do you have to keep that thing in your hand?” Valerie complained. She was the kinkiest of the bunch, but even she wasn’t a fan of him incorporating Lucille into their sexual acts.

“You know how much Lucille likes to watch, baby. Now be a good fucking girl and suck my dick, okay? Or do you want me to get Amber after all? She can take my load down her throat even if she’s on the rag.”

He was rewarded with a pout and some half-hearted pumps from her hand, and, of course, she wasn’t happy. None of the wives ever were.

“At least promise me that you’ll go down on me, too, afterwards.”

“Of fucking course, sweetheart. This mouth is all fucking yours later. Now come on, less talking, more sucking!”

That finally made her shut her mouth, only to open it again to lick a wet trail from his balls to the tip of his throbbing dick and his own mouth fell open to release the low groan he had been holding in.

He ignored her attempts at making eye contact and instead focused on the top of her head and noticed her reaching behind her back to unclasp her fiery red bra. She wrapped her thumb and index finger around his base and took him all the way in and he let his head fall back and his eyes shut tight as he concentrated on the feeling of her soft lips sliding up and down his taut skin and her tongue swirling around his swollen tip.

“Fuck baby, just like that,” he moaned and buried a hand in her hair. His thoughts wandered back to last night and the image of a pair of bold green eyes popped up in his mind. Remembering the noises Lilly had made while he had gotten a taste of her skin was nearly enough to make him shoot his load into Valerie’s mouth without a warning. Which made him all the more pissed when she released his dick with a loud ‘Plop’ to smile up at him.

“My, you’re ready to burst, baby. You know how horny it makes me when I can get you off so easy.”

“Uhuh… keep going Val,” he whined, trying not to lose the mental picture of Lilly bobbing her head over his cock.

“Alright, but remember that it’s my turn next. I can’t wait to feel that smooth tongue of yours all over Miss Fiona,” she warned and finally went back to work. Negan clenched his jaw in annoyance before trying to relax again. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and started guiding her head up and down, getting faster and faster while making sure not to be too rough with her. It would be no use to scare away his currently only enthusiastic wife.

The steady rhythm did exactly what he was hoping for and soon enough he felt the familiar tingling starting at the base of his spine and he gripped Lucille with white-knuckled fingers, his breathing erratic, punctuated by ever louder moans and exclamations of “Fuck! Oh fuck!”.

He let go of Valerie’s hair, which was her sign to let him slip out of her mouth just in time for him to pump strands of pearly white cum onto her breasts with one last groan.

He fell back against the pillows with one hand over his eyes and basked in the brief sensation of being utterly relaxed and without a single worry in the world.

The glorious feeling was short-lived, however, when Valerie came back from the bathroom and he was quick to tuck himself away. He hadn’t even noticed her disappearing to clean herself up, but now, without his dick in her mouth, she was back to talking:

“Holy shit, someone has been eating his protein,” she giggled while she straddled him. She lowered her already dangerously close head even further down until her lips almost touched his and he grabbed her shoulders a little too tightly.

“Don’t even think about it Val,” he growled and her eyebrows knit together.

“Oh, come on Negan! I think I deserve a little reward for making you come in record time,” she exclaimed in that whiny voice of hers that was starting to grate on his nerves, now that his balls were empty. “You didn’t even get us anything on your run.”

“That’s because it wasn’t a trip to the fucking mall, Valerie.” He was getting seriously mad now. All he ever heard were demands and complaints and fake laughs and rumors of his ‘wives’ sneaking off to other men and for what? To empty himself on a pair of fake tits because they were all too disgusted by him to let him finish anywhere inside of them.

“Well, you promised you would look for something. And all you brought back were two stinky newcomers. A little kiss is the least you could do.”

He stood up and took Valerie with him, grabbing her elbow so she wouldn’t fall to the ground and led her to the door.

“I’m not here for your entertainment, it’s the other fucking way around. You better make fucking sure to remember that,” he spat and dragged her of out his room.

“What? Fuck you, Negan! You promised you’d go down on me, too.”

“Tough titties, Val. I guess it’s just you and your hand tonight. Happy rubbing!”

He closed the door in her outraged face and sat back down on the couch, his face buried in his hands. He knew he had been an utter dick and that he would have to deal with the repercussions soon. That didn't keep him from seething over the fact that his so-called ‘wives’ were all starting to annoy the ever-loving fuck out of him. Oh, he’d definitely ask Lilly to become a wife now. After all, it couldn’t possibly get any worse than this.

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