#RUNNING A LAP AROUND MY BLOCK IM SO

[p4nishers]

HE'S BACK!!!!!!!!!!!

[spookydetective]

i fucking hate theater

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ THE CUTEST COUPLE ON THE INTERNET! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: what happens when you flirt with one of his many rivals?

contents: fem!reader. playful jealousy, it's nothin' serious. toji flirts with you <3 chat continues to make fun of satoru + fortnite slander. pretty short but uh... anyways.

author's note: live laugh love streamer!gojo

"c'mon, satoru," suguru drawls, smiling at your boyfriend through the screen. "how'd you get eliminated so fast? you must've set a world record," he teases, poking fun at the way satoru completely bombed the last round.

you snicker from your spot on satoru's bed, and he turns and sticks his tongue out at you. satoru had convinced you to come over just a couple minutes ago, and any hope you had of doing your homework in peace flew out the window the moment he went live. 

"shut up," satoru huffs, turning back to his monitor and scrunching up his nose at suguru. the two are close enough for them to banter and insult each other without any fear of resentment. suguru laughs in response, velvety voice resulting in a burst of heart emojis from the comments.

"well, i gotta go," suguru sighs, leaning back in his dark, plush chair. he smiles and waves with a reminder of when his next stream will be before signing off. 

satoru spins around in his chair a couple times and scrunches up his face at the screen. "why are you guys still here?" he asks, ruffling his hair and raising an eyebrow. "y'wanna see my girlfriend again or something?"

the chat explodes with a flurry of yes's, so satoru swivels his chair around and looks straight at you. he looks at you expectantly, opening his arms and beckoning you. "c'mere, sweetheart," he says, voice singsongy and light.

"you're so annoying," you mumble, rolling over and hopping off his bed.

"and i'm all yours," satoru replies immediately, shooting you a cheeky smile. 

whenever you call him annoying or stupid or a clueless idiot, satoru responds the same way every time. and both of you know that you certainly can't do much better than your sweetheart of a boyfriend, even if he is the brattiest boy you know.

you run your fingers through your hair and walk over to him, resting your chin on his shoulder and waving at his camera. "hey guys," you say with a smile. satoru turns to his head to kiss your cheek affectionately, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer.

as you lean into satoru's embrace, you scan the comments. most of them are either hi's and hello's, but a select few make you laugh.

yuuji-itadori: they make me feel so single :( 

inumaki: brb im about to violently throw up

toji-fushiguro: she can do so much better tbh

satoru scoffs at the last two comments, jutting his chin out and glaring at the screen. "why are you two still here?" he huffs, pointing at the camera and narrowing his eyes. the hand on your waist tightens as satoru pulls you into his lap. "inumaki, don't you have a fortnite round to lose? and you, toji, i'm this close to blocking you from my streams!" he grumbles. 

the chat explodes with various expressions of laughter, and you can't help but giggle at the responses satoru's jibes get.

inumaki: kys

inumaki: whats wrong with playing fortnite??? most fire game ever fym

toji-fushiguro: im not here for u loser

satoru mimicks inumaki with a high-pitched voice and goes on a minute-long tangent of why fortnite is the one of the shittiest games ever, and eventually inuaki chooses to retreat with a last snarky comment before he disappears. then, your riled-up boyfriend turns on toji.

"if you're not here for me, who could you possibly be here for?" satoru snorts, resting his chin on the top of your head. his hands intertwine as he wraps his arms around you snugly, securing you on his lap.

the next message from toji catches you and satoru off-guard, but your reactions are entirely different. you laugh and smile bashfully, while satoru nearly knocks you off of him when he yells "what?!"

toji-fushiguro: i'm here for your pretty gf duh

before satoru can fire a thousand insults toji's way, you reach up and clasp your hand over his mouth. your boyfriend's eyes widen in the reflection of his monitor, and you have to suppress the urge to ruffle his hair and kiss him stupid. sure, you'll probably make out with him after the stream, but you think that it'd be even more fun to mess with him first.

"aw, you think i'm pretty?" you ask playfully, directing your words at toji. "i've seen you around," you muse, twirling a strand of hair around your finger with the hand not covering satoru's mouth. you smile coyly at the screen before continuing, "you're not so bad yourself, honestly."

satoru whines incredulously against your hand, and you can't suppress the laugh that slips past your lips. he bounces his foot on the floor impatiently, and eventually he reaches around you and quickly presses a couple buttons to end the stream. "baby, i love you but sometimes you drive me crazy," he grumbles, hoisting you over his shoulder as he stands up. 

"let me go!"

"okay!" he replies, dropping you on his bed with a cheeky smile. satoru's eyes narrow as he watches you scramble to sit up, and you puff up your cheeks indignantly. satoru plops down next to you and pulls you into his chest, face barely an inch away from yours.

"what was that?!" satoru whines, glaring at you sullenly. he tugs at the bottom of your shirt and juts out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout.  

"satoru, are you jealous?" you snicker, leaning in and kissing his nose. he scrunches his face up and frowns, but the corners of his mouth seem to tilt upwards. satoru pulls you into a kiss and holds you there for a second, smiling against your lips. 

"no," satoru huffs, rolling his eyes. "i'm hotter than him, and i'm not a total asshole." he wraps his arms around your waist and nudges your cheek with his nose, clear blue eyes focused on your lips. 

"true," you agree, wrapping your arms around his neck and melting into his embrace. satoru really is the best boyfriend you could ask for—everything about the two of you just works.

satoru pinches you gently and kisses your nose. "say that you love me."

you smile and close your eyes, suddenly more relaxed than you've been in the last couple days. "of course i love you, dummy."

"love you more, cheate— ow, i'm kidding, i'm kidding!"

[benevolentbones]

beach day | spencer reid x fem!reader part 2

part 1

warnings: heated kissing!!! slightly suggestive.

word count: 1.2k

a/n: here is part 2!! hope you all enjoy, thank you for the support and 200+ followers!! reblogs & comments appreciated !!

the sun was at its highest point, casting burning rays down onto the white sand. you and garcia were splashing around, emily and jj had run off to look for seashells and derek was building a mega sandcastle with jack while hotch and spencer were sat by everyone’s bags.

“i’m getting a little cold now y/n, im getting out to warm up.” garcia announced as she began to wade back out of the water, you decided that it would probably be a good idea to take a break maybe get a drink to rehydrate, so you followed the blonde back to the towels.

“honestly hotch the water is perfect are you sure you don’t want to come for a swim?” you grinned as you walked back.

“i think i’m good here.” he mumbled, smoothing down the hawaiian print shirt that adorned his tall figure.

“well in that case- lets get ice cream.” penelope chirped, as he dried herself off putting on a violently floral beach coverup over her swimsuit.

“ice cream!” jack came running back, practically leaping onto his dad, covering them both in sand.

“well that’s one way to summon a five year old.” you laughed.

hotch sent you a joking glare before picking jack up. “yeah lets get some ice cream.” he agreed passively.

“morgan, ice cream lets go hotch is buying!” penelope yelled to derek who was now two feet deep in a hole he was digging.

“wh- i never said…fine.” hotch shook his head in disapproval as he walked away, jack still in his arms, with penelope and derek in tow.

“get me my favourite!” you yelled out as they left, earning a dismissive wave from hotch.

you turned to face spencer, who had now picked up your towel and was using it to block his legs from the sun. his face was buried in his book, with only a few pages remaining.

“can i use my towel, spence.” you smiled sweetly once his doe eyes met yours.

your two piece clung to your body, saturated in sea water. little droplets of water trickled down your bare skin, spencer’s intense stare watching as they connected to each other and fell from your figure.

he cleared his throat before speaking, “i-uh yeah here.” he quickly pass your towel to you, your finger briefly skimming over his causing heat to rise in your cheeks.

you towel dried your hair, wringing your salty locks out.

spencer closed his book, setting it down on the blue cooler to his right. he eyed you, as you began to pat your torso dry, wrapping the towel around yourself, over your two piece, like you had just stepped out of the shower.

“when did you last put suncream on?” you questioned, flicking your hair off of your shoulders.

“i don’t know- maybe four hours ago.” spencer pondered.

you gasped loudly in a playful manner, immediately diving into your beach bag and pulling out your trusted factor 30 suncream.

“i- y/n i think i’m fine.”

“you’re supposed to reapply every two hours- you should know this.” you muttered, shuffling towards spencer’s seated figure.

spencer let out a small groan, although secretly he thought it was cute how concerned you were.

“stand up please.”

“i’m not moving.” a smug smile resting on his face, he wanted to test how serious you were about the application of suncream, surely you’d give up.

you let out a prolonged exhale, dispensing suncream onto your hand.

“you gave me no choice!” you exclaimed, climbing onto the beach chair. spencer’s eyes widened as you practically straddled the man, one leg resting over either side of his lap.

you pushed back his hair with one hand, gently applying the cream to his face with the other. his face burning at your close proximity, he was staring directly and your towel clad form.

once you finished applying it to his face, you reached for the bottle again, you moved down to his neck, then to his arms. at this stage spencer was compliant, doing whatever you needed of him.

“give me your arm.” you muttered, taking his forearm and rubbing in the cream on any visible skin. spencer stirred as you shifted your weight to one side, getting comfortable on his lap.

spencer knew you were a confident person, it reflected in your work on the field, but he never expected you to go this far.

“i know you’re enjoying this.” you joked, your small laugh ringing in his ears.

“s-shut up. i say you couldn’t wait to get your hands on me.” he rebutted your remark, and now it was your turn for your face to flush.

“so what if i did…” you mumbled, taking his other arm in your hand. spencer’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to read your expression, he wasn’t certain if you meant it. so he decided to find out.

“is that why you wanted my hands all over you?” he questioned. it was a bold move, even for spencer, he couldn’t quite believe those words came from him.

this caught you off guard, you dropped spencer’s arm and stared at him, his hazel eyes stared back with intensity.

“and what if i said yes, dr.reid?” you replied, chewing your bottom lip waiting for his reply.

spencer lifted his dominant hand, slipping it under your towel to rest on your waist. you breath hitched in your throat as his warm hand came in contact with your chilled skin.

“maybe you need a top up.” he mumbled, his grasp on you not faltering.

you studied him, the fresh layer of suncream on his facing causing his skin to glow from the few rays of sun that managed to shine through the gaps of the umbrella.

your hold on the bottle of suncream loosened causing it to fall into the sand below. you brought your right hand up to his face, resting it against jaw as you smoothed your thumb over cheek.

he gave you a small smile, embracing your hold. you reluctantly leaned closer, shifting your position on him. spencer could tell what you were doing, quickly closing the gap between you and pressing his lips to yours.

it was gentle at first, a soft brush that sent shivers down spencer’s spine. you immediately brought your other hand up, running in through his hair. spencer’s grip on your waist tightened, as he brought his other to rest on your thigh.

you shuddered at his touch, your beach towel slipping away from your torso and pooling by your hips. spencer deepened the kiss, as you leaned forward, pressing your body against his. you kissed back hungrily, trailing your hands to cup his face.

spencer pulled away, taking in your features. your eyelids were heavy, your lips slightly swollen. a grin spread across his face as you leaned back in pressing a kiss to your jaw, then to below your ear.

“spence?-“ you breathed out, resting your arms around his shoulders as he continued peppering kisses along your neck before returning to your lips. spencer had wanted to kiss you for months, and now it was finally happening, he wanted to savour every moment.

his lips were soft, his kiss much more tentative this time, spencer’s hands tracing over your figure.

you both pulled back to gaze at one another, heavy breaths slipping from your lips. you could practically feel the heat radiating off of spencer. you both sat for a moment, in silence, taking in what had just happened.

“will you go for a swim with me now?” you questioned.

“i think i’ll need to after that..”

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

safe

words: 1.1k

warnings: home break in (not really described though), drug dealer!rafe and reader, pregnant!reader, husband!rafe

“r-rafe.” your voice is timid and shaky, so unlike what rafe is normally used to hearing. he instantly knows something is off, wrong.

“baby, what is it?” rafe asks into the phone, wishing he could see your face right now, could read the emotion in your expression.

“something uh-something happened. the police are here.”

“shit, are you alright?” rafe is suddenly moving away from the party, needing the noise of music from the live band and people talking and laughing to stop drowning out your words. “is the baby alright? did barry get caught?”

“yeah, we are both fine.” you press your hand against your stomach, the spot your baby always kicks, glad when you feel her stomp against your skin, reminding you she's okay, even if you don't currently feel like you are. “its not the business. there were some um… robbers.”

“what?” rafe shouts, knowing he probably just made you jump over the phone, but he can't help the loud reaction, needing more information, and needing it now.

“yeah they came into the house. i hid in the closet, but they found me. they didn't do anything, just shoved me a bit. they did take a lot of the jewelry you got me, i don't know what else, you'll have to talk to the police and give them a full invento-”

“shit, y/n!” rafe interrupts you. “i don't care about our stuff! i only care about you and the baby. im coming home right now.”

“okay.” you whisper over the phone. “im sitting on the front porch.”

“and police are watching you?” rafe asks, hurrying to his car, not bothering to explain to anyone his sudden leaving as he tears out of the parking lot.

“yeah, they're here. don't worry, im safe. i don't think they even had weapons, at least none that i saw.” rafe can hear you take a shuddering breath, his heart breaking that he wasn't there with you, foot pressing down even harder on the pedal to get him there faster. “the police think they broke in and expected no one to be home because of midsummers.”

you look down, rubbing your hand over your belly. “guess they didn't expect me to be home because none of my heels fit anymore and even the maternity dresses make me look like a whale.” you mean it as a joke, but it has tears flowing down your eyes, wishing you would have just sucked up your insecurities and gone with rafe. you still would have got robbed, but without the trauma of being there during the break in.

“im two minutes, baby. two minutes and you'll be safe in my arms.” rafe tries to keep his voice calm for you, but it's a struggle.

“i… i just wanna be safe.” you mutter the last words of the call, voice breaking as you begin to sob. rafe hears an officer try to calm you, but he knows it won't work, knows the only thing you need is him.

he parks haphazardly behind the police cars, fully blocking the street without a care in the world, not even taking the car keys out as he runs across the yard, sprinting until he reaches you.

“im here.” his arms are finally around your shoulders. “im here.”

you continue to sob, only lessened by pressing your face into rafes chest as he cradles you, even managing to pull you onto his lap despite your protruding baby bump.

“ive got you, princess.” rafe kisses the top of your head, continuing his reassuring words, the police officers giving you some space, but not retreating any farther than the steps leading onto the porch.

“oh my god, i was so scared.” you whine out, managing to blink back your tears enough to look at rafe.

“im so sorry baby.” rafe sighs. “i should have been here.”

“no.” you shake your head. “you had to go to midsummers. it's okay.”

“as soon as you said you weren't coming, i should have canceled it. should have never left my pregnant wife at home alone. im the worst fucking husband.” rafe knows his words aren't comforting, but he needs to make sure you know that he is the one to blame for what happened.

“what?” you press your fingers against rafes cheeks. “you couldn't have known, baby.”

“i still should have been here.” rafe leans in, taking your mouth in a strong kiss. “i love you, baby.”

“oh my god, you're not gonna leave my side for the next year, are you?” you let out a tiny laugh, the noise relieving rafe, loosening some of the tension in his chest.

“definitely not, my love.” rafe pulls you closer.

“thank you for coming so quickly.” you whisper, letting your head rest against rafes chest. “i really am okay. just freaked out.”

“don't worry, baby.” rafes voice suddenly changes tone. “the second they try to sell any of your jewelry, ill find them. they won't make it far at all. ill make sure they can never hurt you or anyone else ever again.”

you know you should tell rafe to let the police handle it, to not get personally involved in clearly dangerous men, but any man who lays their hands on a pregnant woman doesn't deserve to breathe, let alone only be punished to a few months in jail like what would no doubtabley happen if you went the legal way.

“im surprised you haven't called barry already.” you laugh softly, knowing he will be just as pissed as rafe. you came into their life and helped expand the business, turning them from lowly dealers to something bigger, better. still dealing, of course, but offering protection and other services as well.

“figure id let the police leave first.” rafe rubs your back, glad that you're slowly getting back to your jokey and sharp witted self. “before he insisted on being your personal armed guard until those guys are put in the ground.”

“yeah, once baby girl pops, im going to have to ask him to teach me to shoot. just in case anything like this happens again.” you feel bad that you relied so heavily on rafes protection, that you let yourself slack to the point where an emergency arose and you hid in the closet instead of grabbing a glock.

“hey, what about me?” rafe whines, knowing he'd never let another man teach you how to shoot, not even your joint business partner barry.

“fine.” you joke, sighing and sliding off rafes lap. “you better go talk to the police about what else might be missing. i wouldn't let them snoop around.”

you don't keep anything illicit in your house, but just in case you weren't about to give the law open access to your home.

“in a minute.” rafe keeps his arms around you, not willing to let you move too far from his hold. “need to just keep my wife in my arms for a few minutes longer.”

you look out onto the sky, the stars glimmering in the darkness of light, allowing yourself to take a full, deep breath, at peace held in your husband's arms.

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[222low]

clingy nct 127 ♡₊ ⊹

self explanatory...127 when they're clingy

content : fluffff, umm touchyness

johnny

enjoys picking u up, by the waist, over his shoulder, bridal style, you on his back, it doesn't matter. he likes to feel somewhat in charge when you're together and will take advantage of that when he's feeling clingy.

taeyong

wants to rest his head on you. whether its your shoulder or on your lap or even your chest, he just wants to be that close to you. enjoys when you run your hands through his hair, or after a night of performing and you undoing the little braids he puts in it.

yuta

i feel like yuta's hand are really nice, and he would just want to them to be intertwined with you in any way, shape, or form. i think he would be very proud to show you off to members, if he's clingy in public he doesn't have a pda issue.

doyoung

opposite of yuta....idk i feel like hes not so much into pda. likes moments alone with you at home, just the two of you. smiles soooo much around u (who doesn't love a good gummy smile). when he's clingy i feel like its not just touch, but he just wants to be near you, talking to you about nothing and everything at the same time.

jaehyun

big fan of the days where u can just stay in bed together. i think hes definitely one of those big spoons who just makes u feel so secure and you'd fall asleep so quickly in his arms. in the morning if u try to escape he'd pull u closer to him, not letting u go. the man needs his beauty sleep, and you're the only one who can put him to bed that quick.

jungwoo

happiest man alive when he's with you. kind of like doyoung except he is touchyyyyyy. i feel like he'd be a big fan of hugs maybe picking u up on his back idk i love jungwoo he is so silly. loves side hugs just holding u close, but definitely wraps both of his arms around u, just..from the side. enjoys when u run your hands thru his hair after a long day of practice.

mark

we know this mans schedule is packed...and the only thing he wants to do after he gets home is spend time with you. you would probably have a meal ready for him and he would be so grateful for that. loves when youre there for him, not wanting to let go of u from the moment he walks in the door from the moment he leaves the next day. i think he would hold ur hand while u guys eat too...idk it sounds pretty cute.

haechan

CLINGYYYY hes very clingy like koala type of clingy..will just grab onto you and not let go. thinks ur the cutest thing ever and you honestly probably think the same. would probably get a little embarrassed around members if he's showing pda, but when he gets home from a long and tiring schedule, all he wants to do is be with you.

a/n: PLEASEEEE REQ !! sorry this was so short, i felt bad bc i wasn't putting anything out haha i have definitely been on a writers block but i wanted to give u guys something, enjoy!! stream j + walk (i originally had this in my drafts before walk was released...damn im inactive) !!!

[trumanbluee]

Can I request Wade finding out his female s/o squirts please?

minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!!

please reblog if you like it!

word count: 1.3k

warnings: squirting, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk (its the merc with the mouth, what do you expect?)

a/n: had a bit of writers block this week but wanted to post this!!! thank you so much for the request! <3 also im sorry my tags aren't working & tumblr is only letting me tag some people in my taglist! im sorry :(

There's no denying it, Wade likes it dirty. So the first time he makes you squirt, he's fucking ecstatic.

He's got you in nothing but his over-sized shirt, on your back, legs suspended in the air, a pillow beneath your hips as he runs his fingers teasingly along your slit, his fingers coming up glistening with slick.

He's already made you cum twice, your juices smearing up the inside of your thighs as Wade overstimulates you, a single finger circling your bud gently.

"So wet for me, angel, and only made you cum, what, twice?" he teases, bringing his hand up to his face and popping his fingers into his mouth, moaning exaggeratedly, his eyes rolling back into his head comically. You giggle at his theatrics, pushing his bare shoulder playfully with your foot.

He grins at you, grabbing your ankle before you can pull your foot away, and leans down, pressing a deep kiss to your lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and you moan softly, hips bucking off the bed slightly.

He pulls away, pressing a ticklish kiss to the sole of your foot, pulling a giggle from your lips. He smiles against your skin, trailing kisses up your leg before he reaches your glistening pussy. He groans at the sight, using both his hands to spread your lips apart before pressing an open mouthed kiss right on your clit.

You let out a loud moan at the sudden contact, hips bucking up off the bed. Wade tuts, pushing your hips back down as he presses open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs.

One of his hands stays thrown across your lower abdomen, holding you down gently, the other coming down to spread your lips apart, allowing him to lick a strip from your dripping hole to the top, his tongue circling around your clit harshly.

You whine, brows furrowing as he holds your hips down onto the bed, soft pants and moans slipping from your lips as he begins lapping at your pussy, his hand holding you open slowly moving down.

You feel him tease a single digit at your entrance, and whine impatiently, one of your hands coming down to grab the back of Wade's head, pushing his mouth onto your cunt.

You hear a loud slurp, your hips jolting as Wade sucks at your clit, pushing a single digit into your well-fucked-out hole. You whine, trying to roll your hips and press his finger deeper into you.

"...S'not enough," you whimper, nails scratching Wade's head as you try and press him deeper into your cunt, a wet noise sounding from your pussy as he lazily fingers you with one finger.

Wade pulls off of your pussy, lips and chin shining with your juices, a sly smirk on his face.

"..Y'want more do ya, baby?" he asks, voice full of faux pity as he stills the pumps of his singular digit, pulling it out completely, making it so he's not touching you at all.

You feel as though you could cry, and you whimper, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes, a mix of overstimulation and desperation. Wade looks up at you from where his face is hovering mere millimetres from your cunt, eyes softening at your red cheeks and teary eyes.

"Oh, my princess," he coos in faux-pity, pressing a wet kiss to the inside of your right thigh, sucking gently, "What'dya need, angel?"

He teases two fingers through your slit again, collecting your wetness on his middle and ring finger.

You whine, eyes shut tight as you try and muster the means to speak.

"...Need...Fuck--"

You're interrupted by Wade blowing a gust of cold air over your pussy, the muscles in your stomach tightening as goosebumps bloom on the skin of your thighs. He chuckles from between your legs, continuing to press soft, open-mouthed kisses to the inside of your thighs.

You whine, hips bucking up, and Wade pushes them back down with an arm across your waist, but takes mercy on you, pressing his hot mouth to your clit in a sloppy kiss. You jolt, moaning softly.

Without warning, Wade slips his middle and pointer finger into you, curling upwards. Your head is thrown back, and he quickens the pace of his fingers, your slick dripping down his chin as he easily adds a third finger.

You keen loudly, shaky thighs instinctually closing around Wade's head and hand as he laps at your cunt, his index, pointer, and ring fingers curling perfectly inside you, rubbing your spot just right.

You feel a pressure building in your belly, one of your hands playing with your nipples as you bring the other down to grip onto Wades arm on your stomach. He grabs your hand without looking, squeezing softly, before applying pressure to your lower stomach.

"...Oh...Fuck! ...Shit!" You moan, eyes squeezed shut as your back arches off the bad at a particularly harsh swirl of Wade's tongue on your clit. Wade feels your walls clench around his fingers and keeps his pace, continuing the subtle curl of his fingers inside you.

Slurping sounds fill the room, mixed with your high-pitched moans as the tension builds more and more in your belly. Wade suckles at your clit as you fist the bedsheets in your hand, the other still tugging harshly on your nipples.

You feel your stomach tighten and your thighs clench impossibly hard around Wade's head as the coil in your stomach snaps, your back arching up off the bed with the help of the pillow beneath your ass. Wade swirls his tongue over your clit at a rapid pace, curling his fingers hard before he feels you gush over his hand.

"Oh shit! Oh shit!" You exclaim, toes curling as they dangle over Wade's shoulders. Your eyes roll back in your head, and your brain goes fuzzy as you feel yourself cumming.

He groans against your pussy, pulling his hand out and his face away, bringing his hand up to play with your clit as he watches you squirt all over him and the bed.

His eyes are wide in bewilderment as he watches you soak him, "..Shit, baby.. y'gushin like fucking Ol' Faithful all over me.."

You're almost in a comatose state as he grins up at you, fucking giddy with excitement. You're laying back on the bed, chest heaving up and down quickly as you try and regain your breathe. You muster the strength to reach down and push Wade's hand off your cunt, whining at the overstimulation.

Wade chuckles, pressing an affectionate pat to your puffy clit before retracting himself completely. You groan softly, pushing him away from your pussy but trying to pull him up the bed towards your face.

He obliges, crawling up the bed to you and leaning against the head of the bed, pulling you to lean your head on his chest.

You sigh contently, a soft smile on your face as you look up at Wade through bleary eyes before nestling your cheek into his peck, exhaustion finding a quick home in your body, your bones and muscles feeling loose and jiggly.

Wade cards a hand through your head, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "Can't believe you just fuckin' squirted, hotstuff," he speaks, and you can hear the smile in his voice as he shakes his head in disbelief.

You giggle against his chest, "..felt so weird."

Wade laughs above you and you hear it rumble in his chest, his hand still carding through your hair affectionately.

"M'not gonna lie, I thought you were just straight up fuckin' pissing for a second." You laugh at this, mustering the energy to playfully slap Wade's bare chest.

"But you better be ready, doll-face," Wade deepens his voice, leaning to whisper right in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, "m'gonna be gettin' you to do that all the fuckin' time."

You don't reply, but Wade knows he won't be getting any complaints from you when he sees your thighs rub together as you hide your face against his chest.

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[housecow]

i have knee problems stemming from an injury when i was younger. if i step wrong and fall in a certain way, the pain is so bad i can’t walk. but sometimes i like to fantasize: what if something even worse happens and i can’t walk for weeks? what if i happen to be in regular close contact with my feeder?

it’d be hard being told i have rest and let myself heal. there are plans coming up that have to be cancelled, the few active hobbies i have left take a hit. but…it’s so easy to accept every snack brought to me. after all, i sought out a feeder—this lifestyle is the one i’ve eaten myself towards. and he knows i have an inclination towards eating too much. that first week goes easier than it should; weight starts to pile on. but i miss going out, even running errands sounds nice. in the few moments my hands are absent of food or a shake i am regularly in contact with my friends.

the next week i’m better but… i feel slow. my feeder has started to keep people away because i need to rest and he’s right, healing is taxing on the body. i start responding less to others, too. our funnel has gotten so much more use in the last few days. the sugar and constant snacks step up and i can tell there is an agenda behind it all but *god* it feels good to be doted on. he helps me through the necessary exercises but trips across the house are rare. i notice how difficult it is to lift myself up now—how sedentary have i been?

that question doesn’t cross my mind again, there are better things to focus on. my feeder knows how to use my adhd to his advantage—food, sex, TV, and games all provide the dopamine hit needed to keep me distracted. the 3rd week is similar enough to the 2nd: ritualistic feeding becomes the norm. we don’t need a valve to control the flow on the funnel anymore, he knows i can finish everything. my belly is swollen out into my lap all of the time now, if i hold my boobs aside i can see new stretch marks creeping across my expanding hips. i expect the snacks, “babe, can you grab me something from the fridge?” is a phrase heard several times in the day. and my feeder obliges.

the 4th week we have an appointment and im told i should walk and start being active again. the doctor looks nervous though and tells me i need to watch my weight, he says something like “its alarming how quickly this happened,” but i blocked it out because—i can’t even see how much i weigh? my belly blocks the view now. oh my god.

in the car afterwards my feeder expresses doubt at the situation: “you don’t look so steady on your feet, i think you should still take it easy.” his eyes meet mine and i don’t miss the brief glance away, desire obvious at the sight of my rounded figure that’s entirely his fault. i know what he wants and i can’t deny myself that want, either. and he knows better in these situations, i trust his judgement. maybe it is best to stay in. plans can be pushed further back… the walk back to the car was a little difficult, too.

the next weeks—or does it span months?—pass in a blur. staying in is all i want to do. although i’m supposedly healthy again, i rarely get up and walk around more than needed. “needed” means a slow, clumsy walk to the fridge and back to either the couch or the bed. when my feeder is not there to feed me himself he takes time to order food to the door. bending down to pick things up is a monumental effort for me—a heavy, wide belly pressing into my fattened thighs. my swollen tits obscure my vision but serve as an excellent table when i need.

my feeder comes home one day and im asleep, taking up more than my fair share of the couch. my breaths are not easy and its obvious how much i ate beforehand: mostly-empty 2 liters, takeout containers haphazardly stacked on top of one another as they were finished, countless snack packages balled up and stuck between the couch cushions because sometimes i like to squirrel stuff away. as if there was a chance of hiding these habits my feeder built.

but the best part of it all is the empty pitcher sat against the corner of the couch, because i couldn’t reach to the coffee table to properly set it down with so much fat making every movement difficult.

the remnants a weight gain shake. our usual ingredients of cake mix, melted ice cream, strawberries, chocolate syrup, nutella, crushed oreos. it was hastily made, however, and it’s obvious by the chocolatey powder on the sides of the container that it was about the calories this time, not the taste. he can see where some escaped the pitcher and poured down my overly plump, round face and past the lovingly cultivated double chin. it dripped onto my breasts, lovely puddles of calories he wish made it inside of me even if the sight is wonderful. after that thought, an idea comes up. how deep are the rolls he’s gifted me? a cow this size needs to be used.

[loose-angel]

Kitty, Kitty | Neteyam

Pairing: neteyam x human!reader Notes: hes basically a cat :3C w/c: 646 w/n: im on a major writers block so i hope you guys enjoy this one T v T

“Y/N! Wake up!” Spider bangs against your door. You hear a loud shush, followed by the screeching of your old metal door. 

“Y/N, the Sully kids are here and they want to see you,” Norm says quietly as he rubs your little back. You slowly open your eyes, nodding tiredly. You follow the older man out of bed, rubbing your eyes as the two of you walk down the hallway into the main area of the lab. 

Spider is already fooling around with Lo’ak and Kiri, but there’s another na’vi present. 

All of the ‘kids’ are a bunch of years older than you but they insist on hanging out with you so you don’t feel lonely. Plus it’s boring just hanging out with the adults in the lab. 

“Hello Y/N.” Kiri greets, swooping you into her arms. You giggle lightly, wrapping your arms around her neck. You hang with Kiri the most. She has a calming aura and is the only one who can properly speak English for you. 

“Who’s that?” You ask, pointing over her shoulder. She turns around, “Oh, that’s my older brother, Neteyam.” The na’vi sounds out for you slowly. You nod, eyeing the boy curiously. He’s a lot taller than his other siblings, a little quiet and shy looking, but friendly looking nonetheless. 

“Do you want to say hi? It’s his first time here so he's a little shy.” You nod again. You wiggle out of Kiri’s arms and she lets you down. You pitter-patter towards the tall boy. If you thought Kiri and Lo’ak were tall, he must be like a titan. You stop a few feet away from him, just staring. He looks down and meets your gaze, tilting his head in curiosity as well. He crouches down so he’s somewhat your height. Kiri had warned him to be gentle with you, you were a little smaller and fragile compared to Spider, who was rough-housing with Lo’ak every second possible. So he keeps his hands to himself. Neteyam wasn’t very enthusiastic about coming to the lab, it was never interesting to him, but Jake had insisted that he goes with his siblings today. 

“Hello,” he sounds out, his accent heavy. 

“Hi,” Your hands are already running over parts of his arm, fingers connecting the little white dots that scatter his body. “Neteyam.” You spoke slowly, looking up at him for some confirmation that you said it right. 

He nods, a small smile crawling up over his lips. His knowledge in English words is limited, so your conversation doesn’t go beyond this point. The large na’vi boy eventually sits on the ground, letting you climb onto his lap. 

“You’re really nice,” You smiled, “How old are you?” Neteyam stays silent for a while, just looking at you. 

“I’m eleven.” 

“Hi eleven!” You joked, but the na’vi boy merely looked at you. “Oh, you don’t know jokes?” He remained quiet. You remembered Kiri’s words and decided to not try and pry words out of the eldest Sully. 

“Well I’m eight years old turning nine,” your hands touch his ears curiously, the organ twitched at contact. “You’re like a cat!” You exclaimed, he still did not know what you were talking about. 

After a while, Kiri approaches you and Neteyam, ears bombarded with you talking Neteyam’s ears off about something called ‘cats’. You remained in Neteyam’s lap, your small fingers fiddling with the na’vi’s braids and ears. Unbeknownst to him, he had started nuzzling into your touch.

“Tsmukan, we have to go now.” Neteyam nodded and nudged you off his lap. 

The Sully siblings take their leave, leaving you and Spider to play.

“That kitty girl. . . what is her name?” Neteyam asks his sister, trailing behind Lo’ak who was already speeding through the trees. 

“Kitty? That’s Y/N.”

Neteyam nodded, trying to figure out this fluttery feeling in his stomach.

[mxltifxnd0m]

acts of service ~ s. winchester

summary: sam loves doing the little things for you

pairings: established sam winchester x reader, sam winchester x gn! reader

requested: yes/no by: @ohsc for my celebration my angels event! thanks for sending this in blondie!! i had sm fun writing this <33

word count: 916

warnings: none, no use of 'y/n', fluff

a/n: i won't lie, i had severe writer's block when i tried writing this blurb but im glad that i got over it, but apologies for taking so long with this!

please reblog and comment<3 it helps out and i love seeing your feedback on my fics!!

𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

You didn’t notice it at first, but Sam loved to do things for you. Whether it be small gestures or big ones, he did them. At first, before you started to date (to Dean’s relief, he was sick of the two of you pining after each other), Sam would get you coffee/tea (either making it for you perfectly or getting your order right every time), bring your bags inside the motel room when you jokingly complained about your bags being heavy, always jumping at the chance to patch your wounds and being gentle as he could when he did. 

But after you guys started dating and when you moved into the bunker, you began to notice him doing even more little deeds for you. Sam would clean up the dishes if you had cooked for him and Dean, running you a bath if you felt stressed, bringing you breakfast in bed since he always woke up before you, comb his hands through your hair when your head was in his lap during a movie night the two of you would have, and if you fell asleep on the couch in the “Dean Cave,” you always found yourself cuddled up next to Sam in the morning. Hell, he’d even get on his knees to tie up one of your boots if the shoelaces were untied. 

It had finally clicked that one of Sam’s love languages was acts of service after he had surprised you with a “spa day” (Sam had run you a bath and pampered you all day) when he saw how tired you were since you guys had been going on hunts non-stop and you guys finally had a day off for once. You looked at Sam like he hung the moon for you as he washed your hair, and your heart swelled with love for the man that you’re lucky to call yours as his warm hands kneaded at the knots in your shoulders and wrapped his arms around as you fell asleep in the calming bubbled he created in your shared room.

Tonight was no different. Sam was washing up from the meal you had cooked for the three of you, and you leaned on the doorway of the kitchen as you smiled to yourself, watching how his back muscles shifted underneath the white t-shirt he was wearing, having stripped off his flannel in preparation to wash the dishes.

Sam was drying off one of the last dishes when you kicked off from the doorway and made your way to Sam. He was toweling off the last dish as you wrapped your arms around his trim waist, and you hugged him from behind. You could feel him chuckle in amusement as he put down the dish on the rack near the sink. 

Your grip was loose enough that he was able to turn around in your hold, and a soft smile was on his face as he looked down at you, mirth glittering in his hazel eyes.

You mirrored his smile. “Thank you.” You said as you unwrapped your arms from his waist to rest your hands on his shoulders. 

“You’re welcome,” Sam said, his smile turning into a confused one. He tilted his head slightly, making him resemble a puppy, his hair falling with the movement. 

“But what for exactly?” Sam moved his damp hands to rest on your waist as he pulled you in his body.

“Just for being the best boyfriend.” You told him as you shrugged. 

Sam raised an eyebrow at you in response. 

“What? Can I not complement my incredibly thoughtful, sweet, kind, and not to mention drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend?” You had a shit-eating grin on your face as you saw Sam’s face flush with heat, a bashful smile on his lips. 

Sam leaned forward and drew into a sweet kiss that you melted into. One of his hands left your waist to cup your cheek as he kissed you softly, his lips moving against yours slowly, drawing it out as it filled your chest with warmth.

Sam started to walk you backward as the kiss grew more passionate until your back hit the wood of the kitchen table, his tongue swiping at the seam of your lips. You gave him entrance, and a soft moan left the back of your throat as he tasted you. 

You broke away from the kiss, unfortunately needing to take a breath. You looked at Sam’s slightly swollen pink lips before trailing up to his blown-out eyes. The hazel of his eyes was practically nonexistent, considering how dilated his pupil was.

The two of you smiled at each other, staring at each other for a moment before you leaned forward and left a lingering kiss on Sam’s lips. Sam kept this kiss soft, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek before pulling away and trailing a kiss on your opposite cheek and then your forehead. 

When he pulled away, Sam had a gentle smile on his face as he studied your blissed-out features. Your eyes were lidded as you looked at him with a love-filled gaze.  

Sam rested his forehead against yours. “I love you.” He whispered, Sam’s lips grazing yours as he spoke. 

You smiled. “I love you too, honey.” 

The two of you stayed in the kitchen, fitted against each other like puzzle pieces, and you found solace in the silence that settled between you and Sam, breathing in each other's scents, which you knew to be home. 

[strnsvt]

jeon wonwoo — words and kisses: breaking through writer's block.

warning; suggestive

the blinking cursor on wonwoo's laptop screen taunted him, each blink echoing his frustration as he struggled to coax coherent thoughts onto the blank document.

sighing, he leans back, running a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of the impending deadline pressing down on him.

just then, you peek into his room, noticing his furrowed eyebrows and a frown on his face. you knock twice to grab his attention, "im preparing cookie- hey, what's up?"

wonwoo looks at you wearily, "im not able to get anything down,"

"lemme see," you offered, as you step into the room, you notice the scattered papers — some fallen down and some on his desk. (he must be writing on paper, but found the laptop more efficient.) you move closer, peering at the laptop screen. the document is mostly empty, save for a few incomplete sentences. you pat his thigh, needing approval, which he gives as he holds your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

"i'm just stuck. it's like my mind's drawing a complete blank," he murmurs, his voice tinged with frustration.

you look at the screen, observing the scattered phrases and disjointed sentences. "easy," you say as you start typing quickly. you start by deleting the unwanted short lines, converting single words to sentences, opening another tab, finding references — all in a matter of ten minutes. "we can change this to this and..."

so focused on the work, you forgot it was wonwoo you're helping. while he got worn out(and bored) wonwoo watched in amazement as you effortlessly rearranged his chaotic thoughts into a structured and coherent narrative.

"y/n,"

"hm?"

"lets take a break,"

"wait, just a bit..."

"y/n," he calls again, "lets take a break,"

"yeah, just a little bit...then we can stop,"

"y/n. . .y/n," you ignored, not even bothered to hum as a query.

wonwoo sighs. he now grasps the feeling of being in your shoes — whenever he's the one playing games. wonwoo lets out another tired sigh. but this time, he shifts your hair to the side, placing a kiss on your nape.

seeing the goosebumps rise upon, he smirks. wonwoo continues to further place little pecks. "wonwoo," you sigh his name. this time, he ignores you, placing open mouth kisses on your nape, making you whine.

wonwoo runs his hands on your waist, finally stopping you from typing. with a swift movement, he turns you around so now that you're facing him — straddling him. wonwoo's lips meet yours into a lazy yet lingering kiss, his hands roaming on your back.

"y/n,"

"yeah?"

"let's take a damn break,"

"wonwoo,"

"hm?"

"the cookies must've gotten burnt."

[judes-hoe]

LA Summer ~ TAA66

Parrings~ Trent Alexander-Arnold x reader

Summary ~ Trent takes you with him to LA for summer before the new season!

Warnings ~ SUBBY TRENT, dry humping, p in v(unprotected), cowgirl, creampie, slight boob play.

A/N~ soooo posting this and the Jude one first before the love island series starts!! Jude love island series coming this week!!!

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You and Trent have been dating for half a year now. He invited you to go with him to LA with his brother and a few friends. You didn’t mind at all as it was time to hang out together just you and him before the new season.

During the days you would do your own thing, he’d go out with his friends, and you’d go out and adventure. But in the evening was when you spent your time together. The past few nights he’s done little date nights, took you to the beach to watch the sunset.

But tonight -the last night- , oh lord was he needy for you. You both just got out the shower and you were in the robe doing your mini skin care routine. Trent had his arms wrapped around your waist, and it was innocent. Until he started to gently buck his hips into you.

You look at him in the mirror, his head tucked in your neck letting out soft groans. Feeling his hard cock rut against your ass. “Someone’s needy.” You tease and softly push your ass against him. “It’s almost been a week, I’m dying here.” He mumbled into your neck.

You turn in his hold and face him. “Okay okay you can have me now.” You said and jump up on the counter in the bathroom. My legs open so he can step between them. He can see your underwear beneath the robe when you open your legs, he lets out a small groan and steps between them.

He pull him into a kiss holding his face so it’s tilted back a little. You kiss his jaw and down his neck, his grip on your hips a little hard. “You gonna let me take care of you, and your needs like a good boy?” You mumbled against his neck. He lets out a small whine and nods. “Okay then, let’s go to the bathroom.” You said getting off the counter and taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

You push him on the bed and crawl on top of him, straddling his lap. You start to kiss his collar bone, and down his chest. Your hands rubbing down to his abs and his v-line. You grind your hips down against him while kissing back to his lips. The only thing blocking you is your underwear and his boxers.

You take your robe off and slowly take your underwear off. Trent’s hands immediately come up to your boobs and give them a squeeze before running his hands up and down your body. You do your best to shimmy his boxers down and he helps. You sit up right and reach between you, grabbing his hard cock that’s leaking of pre cum.

“You need this bad don’t you?” You said and jerk his cock a little. He nods his head his breathing already uneven. “Yes yes I do really bad p-please!” He whines and bucks his hips. “Okay okay I’ll give it to you.” You said and put his tip at your entrance before sinking down onto him fully. He lets out a groan and grips your hips, you let out a small moan and plant your hands on your chest for support.

You stay there for a minute before moving back and forth, slowly grinding your hips. “Please more, I need it!” He said in a whiny tone. You start to grind fast back and forth, obviously you were in need of this too. You started to add a little bounce to it which was making him moan. You lean down and pulled him into another kiss, both of you moaning into each others mouth.

It wasn’t long before your felt your climax coming. “Fuck Trent im cumming.” You said and then feel his hand coming and rubbing your clit for you. That pushed you over the edge a you came, your pussy clenching around him as your arms go weak and you lay on his chest.

Trent started slowly bucking his hips into you and was gripping your hips before he came inside you. But it’s okay you’re on birth control. You both lay there for about 30 minutes before Trent pulls out and lays you next to him. He then gets up and goes to the bathroom cleaning himself up and then helping clean you up.

After he helped you change into your pajamas he lays in bed next to you. “Goodnight my love.” He said, his scouse accent very strong. “Goodnight baby.” You said cuddling against him.

[literaila]

will you ever think of writing reader's reaction to megumi going on a mission alone and getting hurt and after finishing the mission he stumbles home having lost a ton of blood and just looking very hurt ? her poor baby is hurt so what will she do ?

(waaaaay back in the past)

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you ask him, wanting to slap the stupid smirk off his face, the stupid glasses, and his stupid chiseled jaw.

his face is completely unfair. his attitude is infuriating.

satoru moves his jaw, wincing in pain. “if i don’t let him get a hit in, he doesn’t let me spar—“

“you let him hit you?”

your hand is holding his chin, keeping his stupid eyes on yours—even through the glasses, even if you can barely see them.

something about satoru gojo makes you want to run towards the edge of the nearest cliff, and then turn around so you can drag him along with you.

he is a terrible person.

“suguru would’ve noticed. i just forgot to block—he swung right,” he says it almost in awe, almost groaning, “he never swings right.”

“the more you talk, the stupider you sound.”

“let me go. it doesn’t even hurt.”

“i think he broke your nose.”

“what!?” he stands up, off of the table in the infirmary. you take a step back, scowling at him. your arms cross automatically. “is it crooked?”

“yes. it’s very ugly now.”

satoru scowls. and then he lights up, once again. you can basically feel it when he opens up all of his eyes. “it’s fine. shoko will fix it.”

you scoff at him, your glare an impenetrable thing.“shoko is busy. and this is your fault—don’t take up her energy just because you’re being an absolute idiot—“

“she likes practicing.”

“you know what i like?” you ask, taking a step closer, wishing that you could pop his convient little bubble and pull on his hair. “i like not having to drag you off of the court yard because you were stupid enough to let geto hit you!”

“he barely grazed me,” satoru crosses his arms. he’s looking down at you like he always does—self righteously, arrogantly. “i think you should calm down a little.”

you blink, watching him.

and then you tilt your head. “can you release your technique real quick?”

“huh? why?”

“so i can mess your face up even more—“ and then you push even closer to him, hands going up to his face and—just like you knew he would—satoru releases his technique.

maybe it’s because he’s caught off guard by your impromptu storming of him, or maybe it’s just because he’s finally gained some listening skills.

either way, it lands satoru sat back on the table, and you basically in his lap.

satoru coughs, holding his nose. “i think you broke it again,” he groans.

you look to him, wide eyes, and then down.

and, well, oops.

but you straighten your face out quickly. “good. i hope that hurts.”

“i didn’t do anything to deserve this.”

“just because you’re a loser who lets himself get attacked—“

“we were training—“

“doesn’t mean i should have to put up with it.”

your arms are crossed. you’re sitting in satoru gojo’s lap, staring intently at him, and it’s…

(well it’s sort of like a breath of air. it’s sort of like you’ve wanted to be here for the past year. sort of like you actually like him. which you don’t, just to be clear.)

then satoru smiles, and he’s almost hypnotizing you. “are you worried about me?”

“no. i’m worried about my own sanity. i already have to deal with everyone else getting hurt, i thought,” you take a breath, shaking your head. “i thought i was cleared with you. ‘cause of your… thingy.”

“my thingy?”

you roll your eyes. “you can apologize anytime, you know.”

“i’m very sorry that you have to look at me when im this disheveled.”

“you look the same as always.”

satoru pouts. “why would you say that?”

you scoff, flicking his head. “stop being an idiot—i know it’ll be difficult for you, but at least try.”

“are you flirting with me?”

“you wish.”

then satoru coughs again, still grinning at you, his face beginning to turn all sorts of purples.

there’s a moment where you stare at him, awaiting his next move.

but satoru only clears his throat. “are you, uh, going to get off of me?”

your eyes widen and you scramble to get off of him, basically elbowing satoru in the stomach while you do it, and you move five steps away from the table.

just in case.

satoru grins at you again. “well, i should probably call shoko so she—“

you cross your arms again. “i already did.”

“you did?”

“yeah. when you were washing the blood off of your face.”

satoru practically sparkles at you. “aren’t you sweet?”

“she’ll be here soon,” you say, looking away from him. “and you owe me.”

“of course,” satoru hums, “whatever you want.”

[love-me-satoru]

Paring:Yuuji itadori x fem! reader

warnings: He’s aged up 18+, suggestive, pet names

literally love him so much.

a/n: Happy new years yall! i’ve been having a lot of writers block so im trying to put more out but i cannot promise anything. 😭 But here’s a little of my sweet boy yuuji ❤️

“Yuuuuji!”

“Yes my love?”

you plop down on to his lap grabbing his cheeks with both of your hands just to kiss him. catching him completely off guard As you try to get up and run away from him. He wraps his arms around your waist so you can’t move.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Umm…” you stared down into your lap trying to avoid his gaze. as his pulls his hand to your chin to make you look up at him. you noticed the little shine in his eyes.

you shifted slightly on his lap to feel his hard on pressing up against your core and you felt your face turn red. when yuuji slowly guides his hands down toward your ass.and his face to the crook of your neck leaving small kisses along side it.

“You can’t leave me now baby” as his grip on you gets tighter.

[darby-rowe]

first off...ur so genuinely underrated

second off... can I get a academically-exhausted!coryo x you-need-a-break! reader...

she distracts him from studying or smt

tysm anon!! i've been having so much fun writing again :)!! but i will admit that im very out of practice so this has been quite the adjustment period.

i luv this prompt! i hope u dont mind that i wrote sfw & nsfw versions just in case u were looking for one or the other. nevertheless i hope u like them!!

sfw young!coriolanus snow x gn!reader word count 401

“My love…” you softly cooed as you noticed the frustration on Coriolanus’s brow, your eyes scanning over the chicken-scratch of notes within his notebook. Formulas and equations that even your academically talented mind couldn’t wrap around. You placed one hand on the edge of his desk and one hand on the back of his chair, leaning down so your face was level with his. “I think it’s time for you to take a break,”

Coriolanus’s eyes didn’t meet yours as they went back and forth from his textbook to his notebook. “I just have to do one more problem,” he murmured, stress evident in his voice. He clicked his tongue in disappointment and lightly bumped his fist on the surface of his desk. “How am I still not getting this?”

“You’ve been studying for hours,” you told him. And when his eyes still didn’t meet yours, you took it upon yourself to gently hook your finger around his chin and turn his head to meet your gaze. “Coryo, you need to relax,”

His eye bags were prominent in the way it had been almost eighteen straight hours of him being awake and staring at math equations. God, he looked so tired, and all you wanted to do was take care of him and hold him in your arms, just a moment of respite from the terribly demanding academics of university.

You held his face with both of your hands, foreheads touching and eyes closed. “Let me hold you, my dear,” you said, voice hovering above a whisper. “Just for an hour or two, okay? Please?”

There was a slight desperation in the way Coriolanus placed his hands on top of yours and leaned into your touch. You knew he didn’t want to admit that he was close to his breaking point, but he didn’t have to say anything. You took his hands and gently lead from his chair to his bed, in which you guided him to lay within your arms. Immediately, his body molded with yours, and you softly pet his blonde curls as you felt his muscles begin to relax.

“My sweet boy,” you whispered, kissing the top of his head as his arms wrapped around your waist. His face buried within your chest, inhaling the sweet scent of you. “Just relax. I’ve got you…”

Just as you expected, the emotionally exhausted boy was dead asleep within the hour.

18+ | nsfw young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader word count 1,005 cw dirty talk, slightly subby coryo, p in v, unprotected sex, chair sex, finishing inside

Slowly walking up behind Coriolanus at his desk, just making enough noise to make your presence known, you gently run your fingers through his soft blonde curls. You watch with slightly parted lips as his head leans into your touch, his pen still clutched within his hand.

Your voice is soft and smooth with a slight purr as your lips ghost against the shell of his ear. “Baby, it’s been hours,” you sigh. “Don’cha think it’s time for a break?”

Coriolanus taps his pen onto his notebook filled to the brim with various notes. The feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp sends shivers down his spine. You feel so, so good. “I can’t stop,” he says, his voice an exhausted wine. “If I stop now, I won’t want to continue. I have to keep going,”

“And what good would that do?” you ask, your lips dangerously close to his temple. “You’re tired, my dove. You’re tense–” you kiss his temple. “And you’re frustrated.” another kiss. “Why don’t you let me take care of you?”

“I can’t–” he sighs.

“Why not?” Before Coriolanus can say anything else, you swing your leg around to straddle his lap, completely blocking his view of his desk. He tries to lean from side to side to look past your body, but you keep him in his place. “No, no baby, just look at me,” you coo, holding his face in your hands. “Focus on me, my love, can you do that?”

“I’m exhausted,” Coriolanus tries to protest, but as he feels you begin to grind your cunt against his crotch, his voice catches in his throat, and suddenly all words leave his brain.

You suppress a satisfied smirk. “I know, sweet boy, I know you’re exhausted. And that’s why you have to let me take care of you. So relax, my love. Relax,”

You take your finger and drag it along Coriolanus’s bottom lip, opening up his mouth to grant access to your tongue. You taste him deeply, exploring the warmth of his wet tongue and soft lips. The feeling of your sensitive lips sliding and molding against his makes you moan ever so slightly, and you chuckle into the kiss when he, too, emits a moan.

“That’s right, baby,” you whisper. “Just relax,”

You start undoing his pants and Coriolanus doesn’t stop you, watching as his cheeks flush a light pink as you free his semi-hard cock from the confines of his clothing. You reach underneath your skirt and slide your panties to the side, and with a few seconds of adjusting, you slowly sit down on his shaft. You both gasp in unison at the new feelings enveloping the two of you.

Coriolanus curses underneath his breath as your tight, wet walls envelop his dick, and you take him all the way. He’s so deep inside you, making your eyes slightly roll back into your head. “Fuck, baby,” you whisper breathlessly, starting out slowly as you lift yourself up then back down again on Coriolanus’s cock. “So big, so deep…”

It takes a few moments, but you’re soon rocking your hips back and forth and in circles as you ride him, making sure he is feeling exceptionally good. You can’t keep your hands off of his face and shoulders. Hell, you can’t keep your eyes off his face. The expressions he makes as he’s balls-deep in your pussy are absolutely delicious.

However, you catch him at one point trying to take a look at his desk and you’re quick to turn his focus back on you. “No, baby,” you purr. “Look at me. Pay attention to me. Focus on how good my pussy is making you feel. Do you feel good? Yeah?”

Coriolanus looks at you with his pretty blue eyes, lips slightly parted as he pants. “Yes, fuck–” he breathes. “Feels so good. Feels so good on my cock,”

You capture his lips in another kiss, shoving your tongue down his throat to taste as much of him as possible. You wrap your arms around his neck as your hips continue to move with his dick deep inside your pussy. You feel his hands on your hips, following your movements.

You pull away from the kiss and look deep into Coriolanus’s eyes as your lips ghost against his, panting and moaning into his mouth. “You feel so good, baby,” you pant. “Are you gonna come inside me?”

He bats his pretty eyelashes at you. “Can I?”

“Please…” you whisper, guiding his hand to your throbbing clit, and he wastes no time before taking his thumb and rubbing circles around your sensitive nub. You mewl, feeling the apex of your pleasure draw closer and closer.

His moans and gasps of pleasure are so pretty as the both of you bring yourselves to your inevitable orgasms. You feel his cock throb inside you, on the verge of exploding and releasing his seed deep inside you. Your walls contract around his dick, and you know that your climax is near.

“I’m comin’,” Coriolanus whispers. “Gonna come inside your pussy,”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” you moan. “You’re gonna make me come–... mmm, ah–!”

With one final gasp, you feel yourself come undone as your pussy drools all over Coriolanus’s cock. Your legs tremble, and the combination of your orgasm and his warm cum filling you up makes your eyes roll back into your head. You close your eyelids and tilt your head back to reveal your neck, in which Coriolanus seizes the opportunity to plant open-mouth kisses all over your throat.

You come down from your high and look Coriolanus in the eye once more, brushing away a stray curl from his voice. You smile sweetly, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. “Feel better, my love?”

Coriolanus thinks for a moment as he catches his breath, then he nods. “Yeah,” he replies. “Yes, thank you. I feel a lot better. I really needed that,”

You press a small, loving kiss to his lips. “Good,” you whisper. “Now go to bed,”

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[last-words-ofashootingstar]

DJANGO teaser

Choi San x fem reader x Jung Wooyoung

a/n: i'm absolutely going feral and loosing my mind this comeback and it is all coming to life in this fic im writing

warnings/content(for teaser only): blood,pda,not edited

FULL STORY OUT NOW HERE

"- DJANGO!!" The name catches your attention over the blaring speaker. How was he up so early? You peek around San and see the fast man catching his breath in the opposite corner. Blood being wiped up and a limp body being carried out.

"We can always find a new way to get money," you scream to San as he rolls out his stiff shoulders, whining as Wooyoung pulls you away gently. "Seriously, Sannie!"

"He'll be okay, Darling," Wooyoungs chaste kiss to your head does nothing to calm your raging nerves as San bends down and slides into the ring. You pull away in a hurry and hop up on the ledge, grabbing his top over the ropes.

"Forgot something?" You lean your torso over and immediately take San into a heated kiss, his calloused hands cupping your face firmly and pulling you close. People all around whistle and call loudly, a blush creeping up Wooyoung neck as he watches your lips meld together.

    It been almost a year on the run. Almost five months since any of the three of you have touched one another in an intimate, primal way.

     He doesn't know how much longer he can take it. When you crawled into his lap earlier he nearly took you right there.

    You always do something after a needy kiss that makes them feral.

    You lick up Sans lips to his cheekbone and moan.

People start nearly howling, and his opponent looks antsy.

    "Fuck him up, Baby," you cup his chin in your hand as you block out the world around you for a moment and take one last good look at him before you know you'll go away during his fights. You can't bring yourself to watch no matter how long he's been fighting. But that doesn't mean you won't hype him up while you can.

You slap his shoulder softly, making sure to make it look harder than it was in reality before giving his fist a gentle kiss.

"Fuck him up," you repeated before hopping down.

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