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[yuwuta]

megumi would let the whole you calling him 'bro' thing build up with little irk marks until blowing up

yuji is breaking down immediately

megumi trying his hardest to act nonchalant about it except he’s the most chalant person on the face of the earth pls the little irk marks i know exactly what you mean 😭 the good thing is his little outburst about how he doesn’t want you calling him that puts you in the position to tease him about how he likes affection and wants a real pet name 

part of me wants to say that yuuji doesn’t mind it/register it at first but the idea of him breaking down immediately—even tho he’s the person who probably calls people bro the most often—is even more hilarious you’re so right. just imagine his eyes widening and then melting and pooling with despair, he’s practically on his knees begging because this must be some kind of cruel punishment 😭😭 and when he’s stopped being so dramatic he’s back to all smiles, except for a moment when he’s dead serious and holds your face in his hands and brings his forehead to yours and says, “let’s never ever do that again, yeah?” and then goes back to smiling like all is well. 

i’d like to think that satoru could at least pretend to handle it, but i don’t think he’s capable of taking an ounce of what he can dish out, so he probably just threatens to drink bleach or something. also losing the idgaf wars terrible, in fact, he might be in last place. (real talk tho, satoru messes with you alot and being annoying is part of his love language, but he’s also expressly affectionate and romantic with you, so being referred to as bro might actually crush his soul for a little bit). 

kento endures it because for a long time, he genuinely does not understand that you’re referring to him. it takes so long before he politely interrupts you mid-ramble to ask, “are you… talking about me?” usually he’s beating the old man allegations, but not today. when you say yes he just sort of nods, and wonders if this is going to be a regular thing. 

[14dayswithyou]

Hello! Hey! Hi!

How would Ren/Redacted react if angel texted them this?

REN

[ 9:14 PM ] oh!!! [ 9:14 PM ] that's so cute ^.^ [ 9:45 PM ] WAIT, WWAIT WAIT [ 9:46 PM ] ARE ? YOY [ 9:46 PM ] ARE YOU ASKING ME TO COME OV ER?????

[REDACTED]

[ 11:11 PM ] lol [ 11:11 PM ] finally swapping out your haruko plushie for me [ 11:11 PM ] ?* [ 11:12 PM ] im omw

[aduh0308]

Im having a soobin brainrot… so anything soobin 😭😭😭

i will literally never shut up about size kink soobin

warnings: perv!soobin, chubby reader, reader’s shorter than him, size kink, piv sex, masturbation, bulge kink, calls reader “love”, dom!soobin, sub!reader, creampie, unprotected sex, BIG dick soobin, dacryphilia, breeding kink

soobin who can’t get enough of taking mirror pictures with you. gets to the point that you can’t go anywhere with him that has a mirror because he will drag you to them in a second ToT its a minor inconvenience to you, sure, but for soobin, you’ve just supplied his spank bank for the next week <3

because little do you know, your boyfriend loves seeing your height difference in those pictures, the way you’re barely up to his shoulder, he’s dwarfing you despite the fact that you weigh considerably more than him, gets off on the fact that he can make everything that’s “big” about you seem small. your hand in his looks so tiny, three centimeter difference at least, and he’s jerking off later with the same hand that yours had been in <3 and sure you look so sexy in that lace bra of yours, you know the one, but darling, won’t you just let your boyfriend use his hands instead? and oh, he just loves keeping a hand on your thigh, fingers denting the plush of them from his grip, he loves the way he can almost hold your whole thigh in one hand 🤭 

and vice versa, you make everything about him look big. pretty hands wrapped around his dick so prettily, fat cock barely fitting in your palm, he knows he’s big but you make it look even more so <3 and your cunt makes him look so big too, doesn’t it, the way you struggle to take the girth of him in, can feel him in your stomach already and he’s not even fully inside you 🤭 fucking you for the first time and smiling at how endearingly you beg to take all of him, pressing kisses to your tear-streaked cheeks, don’t wanna hurt you, let me go slow, alright, love? but when you beg him to fill you up entirely, swearing you can take it, he can’t resist giving you what you’re asking for <3

has you fucked out in seconds, a dazed, glossy look about your eyes that has him going feral, fucking you harder than he’d wanted to, but anything to hear the way you scream for him, your poor neighbors are gonna know his government name by the time he’s done with you <//3 loves the way you cry underneath him, whimpering out about how his big cock makes you feel so good, won’t he fill you up all nice and pretty with his cum? your boyfriend wouldn’t dare disappoint you, gonna make you all swollen and full with his babies <3

[mattslolita]

bff! chris who eats you out as a ‘joke’

EEEKKKKK dpwm....

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bff!chris . . . who would say, "wouldn't it be funny if i ate you out?" he's looking at you lazily, arm resting behind yours on the couch as he looks at you, a smirk etched on his features. you'd look at him with wide eyes, shocked that he would say that to you. "i mean, chris's that's not exactly fu-" "no, it'd be funny," he waves you off, hand coming down to dance along your thighs.

bff!chris . . . who has an idea of how his simple touch affects you. he'd seen the lingering stares you gave him, driving you crazy, even. he wasn't stupid, he never missed the way you'd have to clench your thighs whenever he got a little too close to you — and he was gonna use it to his advantage, have his fun with you.

bff!chris . . . who would smirk as you stare at in disbelief, yet he sees the way you clench your thighs when his hand gently grips the flesh of your exposed skin, cause of course you were barely fuckin' covered up around him. "c'mon, it'd be funny, yeah?"

bff!chris ... who's already leaning down to position himself in between your legs, whilst you mumble a quick, "so, so funny..." you watch him nervously, his eyes trained on you as he slowly discards your shorts from under you, chuckling when he sees the lacy panties you're wearing underneath them — a wet patch already resides there, and he tsks, running his hand over them, eliciting a quiet gasp from you.

bff!chris . . . who would say, "looks like m'not the only one who liked the joke, yeah?" he smirks, yanking your panties down from under you, which caused another gasp to leave your lips.

bff!chris . . . who it immediately entranced by your glistening folds, having liked you ready and waiting for him much more than he thought — part of him wants to tease you, take his time since he knows how much control he has over you at the moment. but he looks up at your impatient expression, eyes blown wide as you sit there, biting your lip in anticipation.

bff!chris . . . who wastes no time in diving right in, his lips attaching to your clit, which pulls a breathy whine from you. it's a sound he could get used to more often, his hands gripping the plush of your thighs as he laps at your cunt like a man starved. your hands tug at his curls that frame his face, and he grunts, sending vibrations through your pussy as his tongue does figure eights inside of your throbbing cunt.

bff!chris ... who feels the heat rush to his dick as your legs tighten around his head, urging him on — he adds one of his digits inside your already puffy cunt. "f-fuck, oh m'gosh chris..." you'd whine, throwing your head back in pleasure as his tongue works wonders inside of you, his digit curling and hitting just the right spots.

bff!chris ... who wants to see your face as you're on the brink of your orgasm. "can feel your legs shakin' angel...s'close, huh? thas it, wan' you to let go f'me..." his eyes are glued on you as he continues to eat you out, curling his finger inside you.

bff!chris ... whose cock twitches in his pants when you scream, "shit, shit, fuck, m'cumming!" you let out a lewd moan as your legs shake violently, and you cum all over his face, leaving your juices glistening all over his pretty mouth.

bff!chris ... who nearly overstimulates you as he laps up your juices, having not had enough of your taste just yet. you squeal and push his head away, and he comes up with a grin as he wipes the remainder of your juices that drip from his chin, and he shoves those fingers inside of your mouth, letting you taste yourself.

bff!chris ... who would say, "now how bout' you put that pretty mouth round' my dick for shits and giggles?"

[ghostaholics]

I am LIVING for your jealous/possessive enemies with benefits ghost. He sees reader being a little too friendly with another man and goes FERAL. Nobody knows why. Not even him.

❝ 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋. ❞ Fucks your throat raw, likes seeing your lips stretched around his cock, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth and trickling down your chin as you struggle to take all of him in, just a little messy; the way you allow your muscles to go slightly lax to deep-throat him, but it’s still so goddamn tight. And you spoil him with your mouth, gently sucking at the head and tonguing the entirety of him, even better when you add your palm too, can’t quite wrap your fingers around his cock but it’s hot and slippery and all that matters is you’re trying your best. His hand is threaded through your hair, close to the scalp, close to the roots and flexing hard when you swallow him to the hilt – loves that this lets him control your movements. From the expression on your face, this fucked-out, glazed-over look, he can tell that you’re enjoying it more than he is; gets his point proven when you snake your fingers down between your legs to play with your clit because you just can’t help yourself. (❝ What would all of ‘em think if they saw you on your knees for me, huh, sweetheart? ❞) And there’s something really satisfying to him hearing how utterly wrecked your voice is the next day when you sound hoarse trying to talk to other people.

❝ 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇. ❞ He has you facing the mirror, sitting reverse on his lap with your legs wrenched apart – forces you to pay attention to how his cock’s got you split open like this, the easiest way for him to work himself inside your cunt. He’s got one hand on your hip, guiding you up and down just how you need him at a rough and steady rate. His other hand spans over your jaw, your throat; directing you to look at your reflection and how it’s him that’s ruining you – your wet and sticky slickness soaking his cock. He wants you to see what he sees: you, taking him so well, everything that he offers. (❝ No. Eyes open. Gotta remind you who’s the only one that can turn you into such a fucking mess like this, yeah? ❞)

❝ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓. ❞ He mutters it under his breath, has a hand over your mouth to stifle your noises – Jesus Christ, you’re so goddamn loud; in the blackness of the supply closet where he’s got you, back against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist (❝ Just a quick fuck, c’mon. I know you’re aching for it. ❞) – only needs five minutes to get you off. And when you’re groaning too fucking much while he pounds into your cunt, Ghost tells himself that he doesn’t want to be caught dead with you like this. You don’t either, of course, considering the mutual feelings of animosity shared between the two of you. So it’s a low growl, a warning from him: ❝ If you don’t shut up, they’re gonna hear us— ❞ But the idea only rips another long moan from your throat. And when he sees how much you might actually want that, for somebody to walk by and figure out that you’re getting stuffed full of his cock, it makes him fuck you even harder just to test how good you can keep quiet for him.

𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔!𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 || 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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[riaki]

OKAY EVERYONE IS SAYING GOJO DOESN'T DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING YES

BuT what if we could make it a little ANGSTY instead?? 👀 He gets his happy ending. His. Happy ending. You? Well.. Old habits die hard. This is what you wanted after all no? So what if he breaks his promises? What if your smile begins to fade? What if

What you said about later on reader and freckles growing apart cause freckles seemed nice it'd be a shame for him to be an ass

But that it's silly cause the irony is what if that freckle boy.. was just like Gojo but in a different light.

Being as it wasn't him who hurt reader, it was easy to overlook the fact of how similar he was to the old Gojo she knew before it became a shit show

Maybe she realizes that

Maybe she starts thinking

Maybe she drifts apart

And maybe Gojo comforts her but he's the last person she wants to see

Because it's these stupid feelings for Gojo that led her to this hell

And Gojo goes again

And he reels her in

And once he has her

Only to see as her smile begins to fade

As all the effort he had put in when he didn't have her start going away once again

And he starts to fall into old habits becoming the same as he was before, but this time, with you at his hand

As he slowly takes away your smiles again.

But it's okay, he'll make it right. Just...later. and later. And later...

You hope.

sorry I'm not good with angst sorry for any cringe 🤣

this is!! such!!! a good!!!! take!!!!!! on hsbully!gojo!!!!!! tbh this ask speaks for itself lol n dw anon! i rlly love the way u brought it :3 this is highschoolbully!gojo part 592727465527 *suggestive!

yeah. freckles boy isn’t that great of a person. maybe he tried but it didn’t work out; u dunno why but u keep seeing gojo in him— hints of satoru in ur life. like that stinky cologne he thinks is kinda cool but rlly doesn’t smell too good on ur bfs drawer, or the way he takes his coffee. honestly, if u squint, it almost seems like freckle boy is tryna copy gojo in a way…? but u don’t like thinkin abt him so u don’t blink an eye.

fast forward u broke up with freckle boy because something or other; the point is, u really didn’t feel anything with him. there might’ve been a spark, but it was really only artificial and had no wind to fan the flames. and since u got together gojo’s been distant; his smile seems dimmer and there’s always this faraway; foggy look that makes the brilliant azure of his eyes seem cloudy gray. but then ur catching up with him again and at some random frat party you get drunk and ur sense is inhibited and— u end up kissing gojo… oops.

so then u kinda enter this fwb state with him. and.. he’s pretty cool, right? he’s kinda evrything u want in a guy— tall, pretty, cool, strong, handsome, charming— it’s a package deal. but there’s also this… rift, between the two of you. see, ever since gojo lost u the first time, he’s always been so scared of pushing u away. so u stay fwb because he doesn’t wanna lose u again in case he’s feelin more than you are. but his heart doesn’t skip a beat when he sleeps with other girls and his chest doesn’t tighten like it does with u when he gets mouthfuls of fruity gloss from kissing other girls. but he forces himself to keep this wall up between the two of u because he just can’t risk losing you a third time.

it sucks for u too, though! gojo’s just a bit too dense to see it. whether it’s in his own nature, or he’s faking it. it’s probably the latter, but that’d mean he’s not being genuine again, n you don’t wanna think about it. but you’re gettin comfy with him and so is he, and you really do whole heartedly believe he’s changed this time, and for good. and it’s true! he has. but not in the way you thought. apparently, he’s exchanged being an ass with an unreachable ego to a pinch more genuine, but still an ass. it’s proved when u get to his apartment one rainy day ready to spend the weekend w/ him for a study date, but there’s clothes on the floor. dresses n stockings and a frilly blouse that you definitely think (or hope) don’t belong to gojo. unfortunately, your suspicions are confirmed when you lay eyes on the tangle of people on his bedroom through the crack in the door— this time, it’s your turn to run in a hurry. turns out, he got comfortable with you— all in the wrong way, thinking it’d be okay to sleep around. except he gives chase— after pulling on a pair of pants, of course.

eventually he catches up to you; you hate those stupidly long legs. catches your wrist and forces you to face him. in front of a chick fil a, nonetheless. he gets an overwhelming sense of deja vu— but he’s forcibly snapped out of it when je realizes you’re crying. and damn, you look gorgeous, and he wishes it would rain because the sunlight falls around you like liquid gold, framing your pretty face and reflecting prisms of rainbow in your tears.

once again, he doesn’t get it. why are you crying? it’s not like you were really serious or labeled, right…? and the entire reason you’d stayed that way was to avoid somethin like this. but gojo slowly comes to the realization that he’s fucked up big time— he has been since day 1. really, he should’ve found somebody cheaper to chase— you stole his heart and his pride, making him awkwardly and stiffly apologize to you in front of a fast food restaurant on some random crossing next to a train station. it’s only tense because he doesn’t really know how to apologize— he doesn’t have much experience with it, and for that he blames his ego.

but even so, he’s not ready for those big, sappy love confessions yet. you always made him feel so weird— correction: you still do. so you walk away somewhere between fwb and strangers. it’s always one step forward and two steps back with gojo. but maybe, just maybe— he can slowly rebuild your trust with some patience, empathy, and a lot of genuine love that he’s yet to realize he’s been nursing in his heart for you since the first time he laid eyes on you.

paaaaaaart one

[snail-migraine]

Imagine the angst material of reader willingly deluding themselves into madness by creating hallucinations to escape from the tower after Malleus puts them there.

Especially if they create a new family inside of their head!

Malleus: *Was about to forgive the punishment bc he misses their baby.*

Reader: *Having a full-on engaged conversation with the wall in front of them, aka their imaginary father rather happily.*

Malleus: ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

See this is interesting because my response to any questions is the same. Typically.

Usually it involves Malleus either begging on his knees or putting reader into re-education.

With this one however, Mallues is just at a loss. His baby lost touch with reality, now forever doomed to be haunted by visions and apparitions that aren't even real. And guess whose at fault?

Him.

The guilt tears through him and can't help but beat himself over it. He realizes just how painful the tower must've been for you. His sweet little baby, locked away in a dingy old tower away from the father. Away from any part if of the real world. Of course you lost you mind, how could he be so stupid as to do this to you.

He ends up hugging your body close to his, you barely even react when he hugs you. He sobs apology after apology out of his mouth. The response he gets to his sorrows his your incoherent babbling. His cries in you shoulder get louder, and he runs his hand through your hair. Sniffling,

"Don't worry baby, Papa's here. Papa won't leave you alone again.."

-Anon-Yan

[lavendermin]

Your Jing Yuan breeding kink hcs saved me, thank you, thank you (I too, want to be pampered and taken care of by Xianzhou Luofu's kind, handsome and strong general without having to think about paying taxes or rent)

Jing yuan breeding kink brainworms going crazy chewing on my brain cables to make me short circuit. ANON IM GOING INSANE. Just thinking about him again made me black out as I wrote this whole thing. It was supposed to be a simple short answer but well… here we are…

—

Jing Yuan, your sweet and delightful husband who discovers his breeding kink (perhaps even a pregnancy kink, the night is young and we’re all insane here). It starts off innocently and then slowly trickles into a little obsession— sexually repressed old man who is centuries old discovers kinks! Wow!

cw | smut, minors dni, breeding kink, pregnancy, just jing yuan discovering his nasty side idk what to tell you

There are a few colleagues around who are in some stage of their pregnancy and soon headed into maternity leave. Being the general, of course he has extended his congratulations and well wishes to them before they’re off for a few months. The ladies in turn cannot help but prod if he has children of his own.

Surely, it should be well-known fact… maybe? He is quite the private man despite his high ranking position. No one aside from a very few select individuals even knew of you being his wife for the longest time. Never even knew the General was dating anyone.

So they can’t help but be curious, “General you must know what it’s like. Haven’t you children of your own by now with your spouse?”

He only smiles and chuckles fondly. The first seed of want, now firmly planted in his subconscious. Oh how the expecting mothers dote on him and say his children surely must look like the spitting image of him. All fluffy, silvery hair and kind eyes (Do they assume he’s the only one making them? What about your genes?). And he has to unfortunately let them down with amused, gentle smiles that, no, he has not had children.

Yet, some part of him whispers. A part that lays dormant for now.

The seed of desire takes root when he’s home with you and you’re fussing lightheartedly over Yanqing’s attire. Worrying over the young boy being out too late and skipping lunch. He wonders when it became so natural for you to fall into step as a mother-figure for his retainer. In little things, he notes. It’s not outright but it’s enough to make him pause and take it in. Chew it and over think it— let it linger in the back of his throat like the burn from a fine drink.

A mother… The thought is fleeting— a whisper unheard and carried with the breeze as Jing Yuan idles next to you in the gardens of his home.

Those next coming nights, for weeks on end, Jing Yuan is plagued with dreams of pressing himself deep within you. He fills your womb, whispering praise and prayer to your ear as he desperately begs you to bear his children. It’s something so carnal and raw and desperate he wakes up with a start, body drenched in a sheen of sweat and a throbbing erection. He’s panting lightly, having to go to the bathroom to sort out his little… problem in the middle of the night while you’re sound asleep, none the wiser to your husband’s evolving desires.

He doesn’t know what’s more torturous— closing his eyes and dreaming of breeding you until you’re both incoherent or looking at you while you sleep, daydreaming of your soft belly rounding out as the months ago by. Hips soft and just noticeably wider, breasts plump and full, and you’re glowing and–

Aeons, he’s hard again for the 3rd time that night.

The general, respected and composed and perfect, coming undone—untouched—at the thought of you having children with him. Part of him is a little distraught but, he thinks, he just loves his wife that much.

And he’s not wrong.

When he has you gasping and begging for release under him on the rare occasion he has time to love you how he wants, it devolves into fucking you into the mattress with a wild look in his eyes. Honeyed gaze watching you plead and fall apart under him as he now practically has you folded in half, his large hands sinking into the plush of your thighs as he presses them to your chest.

Usually he opts for pulling out and finishing on your tummy, but that night it’s like the aeons are working against him (or maybe with him? Lan the wing man, who knows). You’re begging and clawing at his back as he pounds into you approaching his climax— pleading and slurring your words of please please please Yuan inside– I want– I want it inside please please hurry h-harder please!

You’re playing with the thin strand of sanity he has left. Any semblance of decorum and gentle, vanilla husband is not worth it if it’s keeping your womb empty. But Jing Yuan will spoil his wife always and foremost. If it’s what his wife wants, he won’t hold back.

[dawntized]

How would you think josh would react to being called daddy, on accident?

i feel like josh would love it! i can imagine him ball deep inside of you, he’s nipping and kissing at your neck as his cock bullies your cunt.

everything feels too good and suddenly you moan out, “fuck, daddy! feels so good!” and josh lifts from your neck, a puzzled look that soon morphs in to a smirk. “daddy, huh?” he asks, slowing his hips.

this sends you into a panic, “wait, no! i’m sorry it slipped!”

“didn’t say i didn’t like it..” he smirks, “say it again,” and when you call out the name once again, he starts fucking you once more.

but this time it’s rougher; more passionate. “gonna make this pussy squirt all on daddy’s cock, yea? you want that, princess?” josh groans.

he’s not sure what, but something about you calling him daddy ignited something within him; making him want to ruin you with his cock.

[14dayswithyou]

This Angel has another question! \o

What's it like taking a bath with RENACTED?

✦゜ANSWERED: Hell on earth T_T he takes up soooo much room and won't give you a moment to yourself dshjgjds /silly

cw: It gets NSFW towards the end!! MDNI!

"Think we need more bubbles?"

When you're met with nothing but silence, you look up from your bubble sculpture to see your partner sporting an all too familiar pout on their face. His tattooed arms were crossed over his bare chest like he wanted to prove a point — and as if to fully emphasize their current disdain; Ren turns his head away the moment you make eye contact.

You couldn't help but let out a puff of laughter at the silliness of it all.

"Why are you pouting?" You nudge their leg with your own. "What's wrong?"

"...Why are you all th'way over there?"

'Over there', being on the opposite side of the tub from your beloved boyfriend. Which... didn't make much sense now that you thought about it, seeing as he was the one who (silently) volunteered to take the side with the faucet and drain, which left you with all the space and legroom your heart could desire. Though... it wasn't much, given how massive of a mountain your partner was. Ren was all long, lanky limbs and thick muscle; but it wasn't exactly evident with all the baggy clothing they often chose to wear.

In an attempt to make your beloved hacker feel better about the (albeit childish) situation, you carefully scoot over so that you were resting against one of their legs instead of the tub. But apparently, Ren still wanted more, as a familiar tattooed arm emerges from the water the moment you draw closer and silently beckons you to join him at his side. When you accept — in what world would you ever say no to him and that trademark frown? — Ren pulls you flush against his chest with a content sigh.

They were acting like the cat who got the cream, no doubt.

You barely have a moment to adjust to your new position before you feel Ren's arms wrap around your waist, and his chin finds its place atop your shoulder. Now, your hacker has the perfect view of you rebuilding your bubble castle once more — only this time, you were right where he wanted you.

"There." Your tone is laced with something mirthful and lively as you lean into his embrace. "Is this better?

"Much."

"Just make sure you don't fall asleep. Elanor told me that it's not safe to do that." You purposefully ignore how their arms tense up at the mention of your coworker. However, you don't miss how they dip further under the water to run along the inside of your thighs instead.

Ren's real name slips from your lips in warning. You knew exactly what he was trying to do right now. Their hands were ghosting dangerously close to your—

"...'M not doing anything."

"Liar, I can feel you— Ah!"

His fingers casually brush past your most sensitive part, and it has you flinging your head back and clutching onto his forearm. From that reaction alone, you can hear Ren let out a curious hum from behind as their hand moves back to your sex once more.

"Just making sure you're all nice 'n clean down there."

"I-I somehow doubt that..."

"Isn't that the point of baths? T'get clean?" He muses, voice ghosting along the shell of your ear. "...Why were you talking to your coworker about taking baths in the first place, anyway?"

One of the rubber frogs you added ('for ambience!' you recall telling your boyfriend) innocently floats past, and you had half a mind to reach out and turn its gaze away from the intimate scene. Ren still had one hand firmly placed around your stomach to keep you steady while the other was shamelessly running up and down your—

"...Think I'm gonna need to do a thorough inspection. Bend over the tub f'me?"

[aduh0308]

giving sub bsf gyu his first orgasm <3

warnings: sub!gyu, dom!reader, handjob, blowjob, perv!gyu, virgin!gyu, insinuates more sex after 

“f-fuck, n/n, feels s’—ah!—so good, w-wait, can’t, can’t, t’ much, too much!”  your best friend squirms underneath you as you coax your hand up and down the length of his dick. 

this was an interesting predicament, and you’re not sure how you even got here in the first place.

actually, you know exactly how you got here.

having your best friend over was absolutely normal, but spying him watching porn on his phone right next to you when you look over his shoulder was not. at least the content wasn’t too much, just guys getting simple handjobs, and you tap him on the arm. 

“want me to help you with that?” gesturing to the obvious bulge in his pants, you’re unsure what possesses you to ask.

but his eyes blow out wide and he’s spinning around to face you, cheeks pink. “fuck, dude, are you serious?”

you could laugh out loud at the expression on his face. eyebrows halfway up to his hairline, lips parted in pure surprise, and he swallows thickly while he waits for your response.

“yes, gyu, i’m serious. wouldn’t have offered if i wasn’t.”

and so, the pair of you ended up on his couch, you settled between his legs. beomgyu closes his eyes when you free his dick from the restraints of his pants. you’re silent— he opens his eyes with a pout. “is it bad?”

your eyes widen and you look up at him. “no, it’s just fine. not bad at all!” you’re quick to add the second part when he frowns, and his lips twitch up into a slight smile.

“wait—“ he stops you before you can move to touch him further. “i’ve… i’ve never..”

“never been jerked off?”

you knew your best friend was a virgin, but you expected him to at least have gotten a handjob before. he was hot, you’d be stupid not to notice, you have no idea how he’s never gotten laid.

his voice goes small. “never came before.”

it’s your turn for your eyes to go wide. “you’ve never had an orgasm before?” he nods and you scoff. “what kind of rock do you live under?”

beomgyu’s eyes go watery, and you’re quick to backtrack. “no, never mind, it doesn’t matter, fuck, i’ll give you your first, it’s fine.”

“can’t believe this is happening…” he mutters when you finally take the length of him in your hand. his head rocks back against the wall with a thunk at the simple contact of your skin with his. you can’t pretend to ignore the soft whimper that wrenches itself from your lips the second you thumb over his leaking tip.

you busy yourself with just that, watching the precum bead up over and over again after your finger swipes over his slit. every touch of your finger causes a slew of noises to fall from his lips, and beomgyu flicks the hair out of his face with a finger. 

“will you like… actually touch me, please?” beomgyu’s voice is a whisper, low and husky, a half octave below his regular tone, and something wrenches inside you.

“of course, gyu,” you hum, and take him in your mouth so suddenly he chokes on his own breath.

“wait, fuck, stop, stop, can’t!” you frown up at him but take him out of your mouth with a pop. “i’m sorry, bet you think i’m a fucking loser, can’t even get head without acting all a fool…” he hangs his head to his chest, and you press a line of kisses up his inner thigh.

“’s okay gyu, we can start slow, alright? don’t have to do too much too fast.”

“okay, maybe, um, just use your hand? for now?”

his bangs are plastered to his forehead as you nod, sliding your fist up and down the length of him. you kitty lick his tip every time it peaks through your hand, and your pretty best friend’s hips twitch upwards in response, little mewls falling from his lips.

“f-fuck, n/n, feels s’—ah!—so good, w-wait, can’t, can’t, t’ much, too much!”

you only smile up at him, actions continuing, and his hand grips your hair. “not gonna stop, gonna have you cum so good, mkay?”

he nods quickly, tears wetting his lashes, and you can see the exact moment before his orgasm hits him, face and neck flushed, stomach and thighs tensing, and the noise he makes when his cum paints your lips is purely out of a porno. 

you jerk off his softening dick, letting him ride out his high, and little squeaks keep leaving his lips every time the side of your fist meets his pelvis. finally, you look up at him, and holy fuck, does your best friend look good. sweat coating his form in a thin sheen, bare chest heaving up and down, thighs still trembling underneath your hands.

when he finally catches his breath, you smile up at him. “so? how was it?”

“fuck, insane, don’t know why I haven’t before…”

you slide up to sit beside him on the couch, sides pressed flush together, and you take his hand in yours, guiding it to your lower stomach. “‘m glad. think you’re ready to try it inside me this time?”

[mattslolita]

what do you think i miss you sex with chris would be like ??

ouuuu it depends on either if he's really horny and wants to get right to it, or if he wants to take his time w you !

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"f-fuck, missed this pussy so bad," chris moans into your ear, grip tight on your ass as he pounds into you from behind.

"missed y-you too," you manage to moan, your moans muffled slightly due to your face being pressed into the sheets.

chris's hand goes down to rub tight circles around your clit, and you can hear every grunt and moan that leaves his lips as he sucks on the sweet spot of your neck, continuing his abuse on your cervix at a rapid pace.

or...

"chris," you moan loudly, his fingers laced within yours as he thrusts into you slowly, hitting your gummy walls impossibly deeper.

"missed you, baby," chris groans in your ear, nibbling softly at the sweet spot on your neck.

his hand goes down to press the bulge in your stomach, causing him to moan upon seeing how deep inside you he was. his thrusts were slow and deliberate, wanting nothing more than to take his time with you.

[ja3hwa]

I need more writers so questions 1 please

Hello darling!! To answer your question: Who is my favourite fanfic writer? I have a few i extensively read all the time and love so much. I'll list them and their masterlists ♡♡

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@nateezfics - M.List : I feel like it's a given I mention my dearest Nat. She is one of the first authors I found and argh. Everything she does is amazing.

@honeyhotteoks - M.list : There is nothing Chai can't do. Every single time i get the notification she's posted, I'm running!! She is one of my biggest inspirations on this app.

@cheollipop - M.list : Panda darling. The sweetest gem and her story are so high quality and thought out. I still can't get over some of the fics she's written. I always have to reread a lot just to experience the passion all over again.

@luvt0kki - M.list : Even though she hasn't written much. Every single story is worth all the love in the world. From their ongoing series to their one-shots. Everything is cheifs kiss. I'm always feel so happy whenever i see her work on my feed

@k-hotchoisan - M.list : Lowkey.. my internet crush here. I love her so much, and her work always leaves me craving for more every time (might i suggest the spider au with yunho as your first choice. Argg, that one was so good).

@kwanisms - M.list : The first time I came across Booki, my jaw fell to the floor in seconds. Not only are high quality and serve the most delicious plot, but they are long! Argh. I've never felt so fed until I started reading her work. (She's currently doing kinktober, and i highly recommended checking it out)

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I could honestly keep the list going. But these amazing people are definitely are a great start if you're looking for new writers to add to your reading collection ♡

[hoe4hotchner]

could you imagine dating gen z reader who's playing around with tiktok filters and hotch is so confused

I can't quite describe how me-coded this turned out to be. I loved this idea so much!!!! | WC: 301

Aaron Hotchner was used to chaos. Every day, he lived and breathed chaos at work. He had led the team through life-or-death situations more times than he could count. But nothing quite prepared him for the moment he stepped into the living room and heard you practically screaming the musical scale at your phone.

“Do, re, mi, fa, SOOO,” your voice cracked, and you groaned dramatically, trying again. “SOOOOO! Bingo!”

“La, ti, DOOOO!”

Hotch blinked, frowning at the high-pitched, slightly painful sounds echoing through the room. You were sprawled under a thick blanket, blue light glasses perched on the bridge of your nose, your phone practically touching your face.

“Honey… what’s going on?” he asked, his tone bewildered yet calm as if he was trying to make sense of a particularly confusing case.

You lowered your phone just enough to glance at him with a grin. “I’m using this filter on TikTok. I’m trying to hit the notes, but it’s, like, impossible.” You turned your phone to let him see the screen, even though you knew he wouldn’t understand anything at all.

He raised a brow, approaching cautiously like he was stepping into unfamiliar territory. “And that’s why you’re… shouting?”

“It’s for science,” you said with mock seriousness, trying again, “DOOOOOO!”

Hotch winced slightly at the pitch. “Right… science.”

You laughed, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “Wanna try?”

He shook his head, amused but still utterly lost. “I think I’ll leave this one to you.” He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “But maybe lower the volume before the neighbors think something’s wrong.”

You giggled, pausing the app. “Fine, fine. But just wait — next time, I’ll get all the notes.”

He smiled, walking toward the kitchen with a shake of his head. “I’m sure you will.”

[snail-migraine]

Not sure if you still do it, but what about platonic yan malleus w a reader who, basically just because super depressed and non-verbal after the tower? They were there so long they just decided it'd be better to not speak at all

[sorry it took so long to respond, life stuff has come up ]

Oh boy.

For Malleus most of the time you spent up in the tower was also time he spent yearning for your presence. Keeping you up in that damn tower and just out his own reach is like slowly waterboarding himself to death. But he does it so you can learn a lesson.

The moment he releases you from your little jail-cell up in the tower he expects you to come rushing over to him, hugging him and sobbing apologies. However when all he gets in response is dead silence he's (at first) confused.

The little you he knew was never quiet, you were always loud with your playing and screaming and laughing with such a joyous and mischievous look on your face. He became use to the loud noise, but now you're so quiet and cut-off. Like your not even there just a corpse of what once was. You still move around but your movements now are so sluggish and tired-looking, nothing like the upbeat child he once knew.

Slowly, your condition starts to strip him of his sanity. Guilt along with washes of remorse and regret tear through his body and soul. Leading to him sobbing at your feet. The King of Briar Valley, 5th most powerful mage and here he is sobbing apology after apology at his own child's feet. Begging them to just please forgive him for his wrongs and please just go back to that sunny child that you were. Go back to being the sun against his eternal night sky. Unfortunately for him,

You don't respond.

-Anon-Yan

[toruro]

Hear me out. Wonwoo with a fetish for you in thigh highs, knee highs, stockings etc. Anything that places a focus on your legs but, your thighs specifically because he's a gamer (tm).

[18:55]

pairing: wonwoo x f reader

tags. smut (18+), thigh fucking, pet names (baby)

“won, i don’t really see the point in this,” you said with a sigh, tugging on the thigh highs you had to dig out of your closet just moments earlier. “seriously, these are so old and frankly, i’m surprised they even fit—i’ve had these since high school! can you believe?”

you catch your reflection in the mirror: black skirt hugging your waist while the rest of the your legs remain bare, save for the fish-net cloth that adorns your calves all the way up til to your mid thigh. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t appreciate how flattering the look is on you, but a huff of annoyance can’t help but slip from your lips when you walk out the bedroom and to the living room where your boyfriend suts on the couch.

“this is uncomfortable,” you tell him flatly, propping your hands up on your hips as you narrow your eyes at him. “can’t believe you made me do this,” you murmur, snapping in his face so that he looks away from his game and has the chance to take in your figure.

he glances at you once and then back at his game. you're about to huff loudly again—seriosuly, he's the one who asked you if you could find some old thigh-highs you wore for a role in your high school play and now he can't even spare a few seconds of his game to—

you're midway through your own angry internal monologue when wonwoo whips his head back at you, eyes wide as if he's just taken in what he's seen.

your eyebrows are narrowed, hands crossed over your chest so they push up your tits in your cute little crop top, thighs pressed close together under your short skirt. you're not sure what you expect, but it is most definitely not wonwoo throwing his headset off, standing up, and dragging you by the wrist into the bedroom.

which is how you end up with your top shove over your bouncy tits, soft mounds splaying all over your chest as wonwoo places his hands on the back of your knees and pushes your thighs all the way up to your chest.

"this was an amazing decision," wonwoo grunts, shoving his sweatpants and boxers down in one go so that his cock springs out, slapping against the base of his abdomen.

his large hands grapple with the plush of your thighs, running over the seams where the thigh highs stop. “fuck, these are so hot,” he mutters, scooping none finger under the elastic hem, pulling it back and letting them go so they snap against you.

“wonwoo!” you cry out when the sting reverberates through your lower half.

“sorry baby,” he murmurs, pressing your thighs together and pressing them further into your chest, nearly folding you in half. slowly, he presses his hips forward, cock pressing against the underside of your thighs and smearing precum all over your soft skin.

“won—wait, you gotta prep me a little,” you try to protest when you feel him slip his tip dangerous close to your core. “wo—oh,” you gasp when you realize what he’s about to do.

in one motion, his cock is pressing between your thighs and finding homage between the soft flesh. “oh baby,” he moans, cock sliding between them in shallow thrusts. he angles himself a little higher so that the next snap of his hips has his tip bumping over your clit.

“prettiest thighs in the fuckin’ world …” he groans, beginning to pick up the pace in fucking your thighs, his hands running all up and down your lower half, squeezing and needing the softness. “never take these off, you hear me baby?”

“y-yeah,” you gasp out when he presses against your core a bit firmer. “fuck, won—fuck me please.”

“gotta wait baby—gotta let me—holy fuck,” he moans when you tighten your thighs around his fat cock. “gotta let me love you like this,” he nearly demands, jamming his hips forward with even more force.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when pushes one hand between your thighs, rubbing the sensitive nub of your clit as he speeds up, and it vaguely crosses your mind, in its hazy state, that maybe fishing out these old thigh highs was well worth the effort.