#and you hate shirts that are tight on your neck and you pick all the stitches out of your tags bc you dislike the feel of them

[chuxmy]

Hiii could I request Baku smut where reader is on the unions team and There’s a lot of tension between her and Baku

Smoke and Fire

Pairings: Park Humin (Baku) x Fem!Reader

Summary: The intense build-up between you and Baku finally breaks.

Warnings: Explicit smut, rough sexual tension, enemies to lovers vibes, dirty talk, dominance/submission themes, language, mdni

You could always feel him watching you.

Baku wasn’t subtle about it. Never had been. Not since you first walked into Baekjin’s inner circle and dared to speak without being told to. Not since you showed up to a fight with blood on your knuckles and that satisfied little smirk still sitting on your lips.

He hated you.

Which meant you had him exactly where you wanted him.

“You’re staring again,” you said one night, flicking your cigarette ash onto the floor like you owned the damn warehouse.

He didn’t respond. Typical.

You let your eyes drift to where he leaned against the wall arms crossed, eyes sharp, lips in that permanent scowl. His jaw twitched when your gaze lingered.

You grinned. “I should start charging you for the attention.”

“I should tape your mouth shut,” he muttered under his breath.

You laughed, slow and low, and stepped closer just to test him. “And miss out on all the filthy things you want to hear from it? Shame.”

That jaw of his tightened again. Bingo.

Later that night, Baekjin told the two of you to clean up after a fight just you and Baku, surrounded by blood, broken glass, and furniture in ruins. You were both banged up but still standing. And still stubborn.

You bent to pick up a broken bottle, your shirt riding up just enough to show skin. You could feel his eyes on you like a second heat.

When you stood and turned, you caught him midglance. He didn’t look away fast enough.

“Caught you again,” you teased, stepping right into his space. “You want something, Baku?”

He didn’t move. Just glared. “You talk too much.”

“You think too much,” you countered, brushing a hand up his chest. “Your problem is you’re scared to do what you really want.”

He grabbed the wall beside your head with one hand, trapping you in. Your heart thudded, but you didn’t let it show.

“You don’t know what you’re playing with,” he growled.

You looked him dead in the eyes, a wicked grin tugging at your lips. “I do. That’s why I’m still playing.”

And that’s when he snapped.

His mouth was on yours like a crash hot, hungry, furious. You kissed him back just as hard, your teeth clashing, fingers tangled in his jacket. He tasted like frustration and control barely held, and you wanted more.

His hands were under your shirt in seconds, rough palms sliding up your ribs, thumbs flicking over your nipples, making you gasp into his mouth. He yanked your shirt up halfway and bit down on your lip until you whimpered.

“You like being a brat, don’t you?” he muttered, lips dragging down your throat. “Just begging to be put in your place.”

“I like watching you try,” you said, nails scraping down his neck.

He lifted you like it was nothing, gripping your thighs tight and pinning you against the nearest desk. Your back hit cold wood, and papers flew as he shoved them aside.

You stared up at him your breath quick, heart racing, but still in control. “Come on, then. Show me how much you hate me.”

He didn’t hesitate. Your jeans were gone in seconds. So were his. You didn’t even take your underwear off, he just shoved yours aside and lined himself up, fingers digging into your thighs.

Then he was inside you in one deep, punishing thrust.

You cried out, head falling back against the desk, the stretch sending heat up your spine. He was thick, deep, and rough from the start.

“You’ve been soaked since the second you walked in,” he said, voice ragged. “Weren’t you the one acting like you didn’t want this?”

You moaned, hips arching up to meet his thrusts. “Didn’t say I didn’t. I just wanted to see how long you could hold back.”

His fingers found your clit, rubbing fast, teasing and relentless. Your head was spinning his rhythm brutal, his hand skilled, his mouth dragging along your throat with little bites that promised bruises.

He was everywhere. Inside you, over you, owning you.

“I should keep you like this,” he growled, thrusting harder. “Mouth shut. Legs open.”

“You’d miss my mouth,” you whispered, gripping his shirt as he pounded into you. “You’re obsessed with it.”

“Damn right I am.”

He drove into you faster, the desk shaking beneath your back. You were close so close your whole body trembling as heat coiled tight in your core.

When it hit, it hit hard.

You came with a strangled moan, legs locked around him, nails digging into his back. Your whole body clenched, and he cursed under his breath, fucking you through it as you pulsed around him.

Then he followed, hips jerking, body shuddering as he came deep inside you with a low, guttural growl that sent chills down your spine.

For a few seconds, there was only breathing. Skin against skin. The echo of heat still in the air.

Then you opened your mouth.

“Told you you’d snap first.”

He looked down at you, still catching his breath, and rolled his eyes. “Next time I bring duct tape.”

You smirked, lazy and satisfied, fingers still playing with the hem of his shirt. “You can try. But then you wouldn’t get to hear me moan your name.”

He growled and kissed you again rough, bruising, addictive.

And deep down, you already knew..

There would be a next time.

[snek-of-eden]

every day i am more convinced that my dad has autism

[sobbingscripter]

⋆⑅˚₊୨🌼wc. 2085🌼୧₊˚⑅⋆

“What’re you doing here?”

Mark mumbles, brows knitting in confusion, tugging his goggles and tossing them onto the kitchen counter, watching as you tip your head back, emptying out your glass of water.

He shouldn’t be getting hard in this suit.

It’s skin tight. He’s surprised that there isn’t even much of a print. And he’s smart enough to know he’s not the problem.

So instead of watching the way your throat bobs as you swallow, he turns his attention towards the counter, admiring the natural detail as he taps his fingers on the surface, waiting for you to answer.

“I did your mom’s hair.” You answer, before taking a good long look at Mark’s suit, reaching for his wrist and you tug him out from behind the counter and you carefully examine his suit.

“Damn, no print?” You snort with laughter. “Guess you’re more human than I thought.”

Mark’s hands move to hide his crotch from your view, cheeks flushing a deep red and he scoffs.

“Fuck you, the suit just doesn’t show it.” Mark defends but he knows it’s pointless. You’d argue over anything and win. Even if the better half of your argument would be pure bullshit.

“Then how come your dad has a print?”

And Mark grimaces.

“Don’t look at my dad’s dick.”

“I’m not looking at your dad’s dick.”

“How do you know he has a print?”

“How DON’T you know?”

“Because I don’t look at my father’s penis!” Mark hisses and Nolan snorts as he walks into the kitchen, blue eyes lowered to his wrist as he clasps the Rolex into place.

“I hope not.” Before he places a muscular hand on Mark’s shoulder, giving his son an affectionate squeeze. “There’s no shame in being a grower, Mark. I was a grower when I was your age too.”

Mark’s lips curl into a disgusted frown, staring up at Nolan from beneath his brows.

“I hate this conversation. Please make it stop.”

Debbie’s heels click on the wooden floorboards, and Mark’s heart melts at the sight of his mother all dolled up. Long, black hair taken down from a and instead, framing her face with pretty curtain bangs and curled edges.

“How do I look?” Debbie shifts, tugging her dress into place.

“You look beautiful, Mom.” Mark coos, dimples deepening in his cheeks and you watch with soft eyes as Nolan presses a kiss against Debbie’s cheek. Lips brush against her ear as he whispers something intelligible and Mark groans.

“Dad, ew.” Mark gags. “Never say that again.”

“Your mother deserves to know I’m aroused, Mark. It’s how we show our love.”

Your nearly choke on your saliva, brows raised and you clear your throat. “So, this is where I leave.”

“I’m spending the night at your place.” Mark grunts. “I don’t need to hear any more than I’ve already heard.”

𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨🌼୧₊˚⑅⋆𓈒

“Why would you give my mother curtain bangs? You know what they do to men.” Mark whines, as he steps out of your bathroom, a steamy mist following him out and you glance up from the screen of your phone.

Before staring at him.

“Damn it, Mark. You’re stretching out my shirt!”

Mark stands in the centre of your room, arms crossed over his broad chest, stretching out your cropped shirt. On you, it’s a sliver of belly. Not even your belly button is exposed.

But on Mark, it’s just below his belly button. Exposing that thin, dark strip of hair from his belly button, to where it disappears behind the waistband of your Powerpuff Girls nightpants.

“Don’t be selfish. You’ve got a shit ton of other shirts.” Mark huffs, glancing at himself in the full length mirror right beside your vanity, visibly checking himself out.

“And you could’ve picked any of them.” You frown before gasping. Mark raises his arms, flexing and you can hear the seams threaten to rip with each bulge of his muscles.

“Markus!” His neck snaps to face you so fast.

“Don’t fucking rip my shirt. I swear, I’ll tell your mom you nutted on your sheets in 7th grade and you came to wash them at my house because you were embarrassed. And then you made me wash them by hand because you wanted to be eco friendly.”

Mark’s eye narrow. “You wouldn’t.”

But his arms are lowering and it isn’t long until he’s crawling beneath your sheets, tossing an arm over your belly and resting his cheek against your shoulder. Sharp eyes focused on the screen of your phone, as you continue to scroll through your TikTok For You page.

“I wanna watch fidget board videos.” Mark mumbles, breath ghosting over the soft, creamy skin exposed by the wide neckline of your shirt and he pulls you closer, one of his thighs moving to slot between yours, his leg hooking around one of yours.

“Watch them on your own phone.” You grumble, but you’re already swiping, heading towards the search bar. “My phone’s charging.”

You don’t know how long you and Mark are staring at your screen, shrouded in darkness but you’re hyperaware of when his hand slides under your shirt, fingers tracing lazy patterns on the soft, sensitive skin of your belly. And you swallow. Before glancing at him.

He's not even paying attention.

Even breaths slip from his lips, enraptured by the way acrylic nails drag along beaded surfaces, open and close the caps of serums and Mark looks up at you through his lashes.

You watch as his pupils dilate, his puffy cheeks rosy with sleep and he’s fingers stop tracing those little infinities on your belly and he swallows. And you swallow. And he swallows. His eyes dart towards your lips and he takes a deep breath.

God.

Bad idea.

You’re in his lungs, you’re all he can feel, all he can smell and he’s so enamoured by you. And his hand shifts, fingertips dipping just past your waistband. And his fingers brush against the elastic trimming of your panties.

Mark thinks you’re so beautiful when you’re looking at him the way you are.

The pictures of your phone reflect off your pupil, and your pouty lips let out hot puffs of breath that fan over him just enough. And your pretty hair’s obscured by a bonnet. He can’t remember when you haven’t slept with them on and it’s like a part of you.

God, the way the light plays off the silk makes his brain fuzzy.

“You’re really pret—”

“Am I the asshole for having sex with my stepbrother at my dead grandmother’s wake?”

Your collective focus shifts back to the device, attention focused on the way Mahjong pieces are formed while you listen intently to whatever Reddit story you’ve found yourself on. Completely enthralled.

“That piece looks really pre— Wait, shit, did they get nut on the corpse?” Your eyes widen, and you shift just a bit.

“I don’t know, the subtitles cut off. Go back.” Mark instructs, his eyes focused and brows knitted.

“It doesn’t have that option.”

“Wha— what TikTok do you have?”

“Lite.”

And Mark groans.

“I’m embarrassed for you, you cheap ass.”

“I needed to save space, Mark.”

“But you’ve got all the megabytes of regular Pinterest, huh?”

“Pinterest is important. You know it helps me organise my wants and needs in life.”

“Gay.”

And you stare at Mark, eyes narrowing. But before your lips can even part to let out an insult, Mark’s phone beeps on the dresser and he glances towards the device.

“Bank robbery on 8th.” Mark’s already lifting himself, letting out an exhausted huff as he pulls the shirt overhead, and you watch, entranced by the way his muscles move beneath his skin. Rippling with each movement of his lips and your eyes follow the curve of his spine.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?” Mark tugs on his suit, the elastic waistband of his boxers disappearing behind a flurry of blue and yellow, and he leans down, pressing a messy kiss against the side of your ace. “Don’t scroll too far. And check the doors!”

Mark’s disappearing out the window before you can say anything, wind whipping around him and you swallow.

He kissed you on the corner of your mouth.

And Mark only realises when he can taste the hint of coconut-flavoured lipbalm and his flight nearly falters.

And he grins. Dorky and so fucking adorably.

“Nothing can ruin my night.”

𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨🌻🥀🌼୧₊˚⑅⋆𓈒

Something did, in fact, ruin Mark’s night.

Mark sirs in your tub, hands obscuring his crotch from view as you pour yet another cup of baking soda in the hot water of his bath and he clears his throat. He’s hoping that this is the time the earth swallows him whole, his knees poking out the frothy surface of the water and his ears burn a bright, blushing red before he coughs.

“I didn’t know it was a skunk guy…” Mark murmurs quietly, and you don’t say anything, simply throwing in another cup for good measure.

“Mark, my house smells like the inside of a skunk’s asshole.” You huff and he flinches before glancing up at you.

Your brows knitting into a frown, your hand submerged beneath the water as you make the solution froth just a bit more. And you glare at Mark as you rise to your feet, your attention moving towards the porcelain basin instead. Where his suit is soaking in a mixture of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda and dish soap.

And you sit on the closed toilet lid, arms crossed over your chest as you lean back against the cistern, watching as Mark soaks even further into the water. And you let out a heavy sigh.

“Are you okay?”

And Mark’s lips curl at the corners, a cute, sheepish smile donning his face and he nods his head. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

You don’t wanna seem… Unhappy that he’s well and you know, ungrateful that he’s alive but you kinda wish he was slapped around a little bit.

And you let out a heavy sigh. No you don’t.

“Your goggles don’t smell.” You hum, drying the plastic with a fluffy towel before you slip them on, eyes narrowing and you examine the slight tint that they give the world around you. And your lips purse.

“So, these keep the wind out of your eyes?” You question, brows knitting because the tightness of the goggles feel a bit weird. But that’s probably because they’re made to fit his face.

“Uh…Uhm… Yeah, they k-keep the wind out my eyes.”

And Mark is CLUTCHING his shit.

Cheeks burning a rosy red that he hopes he can chalk up to the heat of the because goddamn, he’s so fucking painfully hard.

Just at the sight of you wearing his goggles and his mind is piecing together how you’d look in his suit.

“Uh— can you- Uhm… Can you leave? I need to pee.” Mark tries hard not to sputter over his words, but the way you look in his goggles is making his brain fuzzy. And he swallows, murmuring the softest ‘thank you’, when you get up, your footsteps quiet against the tiled floor before you shut the door behind you.

“Save me a cup!” You chirp and he groans. “Ew, you’re so gross!”

Mark swallows. Before looking around your bathroom, resting back against the edge of the tub and he lets out a heavy breath, glancing towards your ceiling.

“M’so fucked…” He groans quietly before glancing towards his lap, and he looks towards your laundry hamper. A pretty faux basket, plastic strips weaved and decorated with little plastic flowers.

And Mark’s brows knit into a little frown, a low moan leaving his lips.

“No… Mark, don’t do it…” He mumbles under his breath but he’s already leaning over the edge of the tub, reaching into your hamper and pulling out the first pair of panties he feels.

A pretty purple pair, lace trimmings and surprisingly wide gusset. But then again, he knows you’d never play with that pussy lip slip bullshit.

Mark swallows, staring down at the cotton and lace before he brings it to his nose, fisting his cock beneath the water.

“God, I’m disgusting.”

T🌼A🌼G🌼L🌼I🌼S🌼T

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[bunny-jpeg]

raw

lando norris

tags: smut/pwp, unprotected/unsafe sex, half-assed pull out method, doggy style, back shots, friends-to-lovers, best friend!lando

lando had to be dreaming. the type of dream he didn't want to wake-up from. he would much rather be here than anywhere else right now. especially as you crossed your arms, letting the mclaren logo stretch across your pretty tits.

the tits that lando had been eyeing for years now. you were his best friend since childhood and now you were in your hotel room for the evening after silverstone with a single request for the grand prix's winner.

fuck me. and fuck me raw. lando had to be dreaming.

you uncrossed your arms and leaned back on the bed with your arms stretched behind you. you gazed up at him. the face of your best friend, the one who knew you better than anyone else. and after years of skirting around the issue, you finally found your words and asked him. and he looked you dumbfounded.

"you? me?" he said as he tried to process your words. you felt a tightness in your chest at the anxiety that was eating you up inside. you didn't know what to say or do.

"am i speaking french, lando? i want to have sex with you, it's about time we resolve this tension. it's been going on for over ten years." you said as you maintained eye contact with him. you felt a little bad for not being the most romantic.

it was hard for you to admit. your entire life you stood firm on the fact that men and women could be friends without any complications! and while you still felt that, you also found yourself with complicated feelings for lando. so, with all the bravery you could muster, you asked for sex.

he shifted from one foot to another, "i don't know how to respond... i mean i do. i just don't wanna sound like a pervert." he chuckled nervously and you only grew warmer in your face.

"do you want me, norris?"

he took his hands out of the pockets of his joggers and cupped his barely hidden erection. he gave you a gentle smile as he said, "i do. i do want you, you've been the subject of my fantasies for a long, long time." and started to take his shirt off.

you did the same, slowly revealing more skin to one another. you felt excitement race up you and you couldn't help yourself. you rubbed your thighs together and felt your pulse pick up.

"lando."

"i know, babe. i know." he chuckled as he got into bed with you. he got his boxers off before he was completely nude, his hands trailed across your body in a manner that left you excited all over.

if your friends knew what you two were doing tonight, hell even your own families, you knew that there would be exchanging high-fives and possibly money over bets made ages ago.

"may i?" he asked as he leaned in closer.

you leaned in to meet the distance and kissed him on the lips. soft as you imagined and his hands only held onto you in a way that made you shudder under him. you moaned into the kiss as he rubbed up against you.

"you tell me if anything goes wrong, okay? don't hide from me." he said, "one thing i hate when it comes to sex, no communication. i want to make my best friend feel good."

you looped your arms around his neck and pressed your chest against his, "i have a feel after tonight we're not going to be best friends."

lando replied, "well, you'll always be my best friend. you'll just also be my girlfriend." then winked before he went in for another kiss. it grew heated and his touches grew more bold.

you looked at him and he smiled down at you. he cupped your cheek while you held him close. it felt right to be this way, to be so close. you kissed him once more and he exhaled deeply against your lips. you two fit perfectly together, just as you always did.

"you want it raw?"

"yes."

"i'll pull out, alright? gotta play it a little safe." he kissed the apple of your cheek before you ended up on your stomach. he hiked you hips up letting your back curve as he pressed himself against you. now on his knees and his cock at full attention.

you looked amazing, beyond amazing. a certain type of beautiful that when lando sank into you wet cunt, he felt the race of excitement through his body. he held onto your hips and carefully inched himself into you. he moaned a little louder, the feeling was intense, there was nothing else he could compare it to you. you were unlike anyone else he had ever slept with. it was different because you two were so close, you shared everything. now you were sharing a night of heated passion.

he admired your backside as he rocked against you. his hand trailed down your back and he loomed over you. you felt amazing, you left a certain want in the back of his throat as he moved against you. lifelong friends, partners through and through. now lovers in bed together, moving together in a heated ecstasy. you both wanted each other, it was painfully obvious.

"you feel amazing." he said softly, "really amazing."

"glad i have a glowing review from lando norris." you chuckled lightly as you held onto the covers under you, your back arched a little more as he hit all the right spots, "can i put that on my tinder profile?"

he pushed you further down onto the bed by the shoulders and moved against you faster, "no way. because you're not going on tinder." he kissed the center of your back as he held you, "because you're my girl now. how does that sound? no more lackluster tinder dates and finally being with the guy you had a crush on for years." then laid another sweet kiss on your heated skin.

you felt the stimulation, your brain felt a little hazy. you moaned a little bit and tensed up for a moment. you panted, "fucking hell, lando. always a way with words." you looked over your shoulder at him as he thrusted against you, "got us into trouble and out of trouble over the words."

he gave you a wicked grin and replied, "oh yeah, and you love it," then pressed into you further. hands on your hips once more as he worked himself against you. the pleasure was zaps in his blood and the feeling was immense.

this was his best friend, and maybe years of pining left him feeling desperate for you. he spent years trying to find you in other people. turned out the whole time he just could have had you. and that made him feel a flutter of love in his chest.

"you feel amazing." he said softly, "better than i could ever imagine. you spoil me, honey." he chuckled lowly as he kissed the shell of your ear as he continued to move against you a little faster.

"fuck, lando." you exhaled deeply, paired with a soft whine as his cock hit against all the right areas. it felt good, better than you could imagine yourself. you knew a younger you would be blushing at the idea that you finally got with lando. having sex in a spacious hotel room and letting him just have his way with you. you fit together quite well, it didn't hurt that you were soaked in the process.

achy for sex. achy for him. you were needy for the sexual pleasure between the two of you. like two magnets drawn together no matter the distance. you were his best friend, and now his lover. his girl.

you moaned a little louder as the pleasure started to reach its peak inside of you. you held onto the covers under you and arched your back a little further. you cursed into the covers and the sight of you was beautiful. to come completely apart under his touch.

"beautiful." he said softly.

"fuck, lando." you shuddered and was met with a hard pat on your behind. the feeling of his hands on you, "you better fucking pull out or i'm gonna kill you."

"of course, of course.' he cooed, "save the kids for after marriage." his tone was cheeky and your pussy clenched around him. he chuckled and leaned up against your ear, "cute." and you whined.

his quickened his pace and he felt the hunger for you in his core. he couldn't believe it. part of him believed that he got hit in the head on the track and this was a fantasy of his. but, hey, if he was currently in the hospital with a goose egg on his head from being hit and this was what his rattled brain could come up with. then who was he to deny it. especially when you felt so good under him.

you tensed up around him once more and gasped against the covers. your eyes squeezed shut as you let out such a sweet moan. you shuddered as you felt yourself reach your orgasm, "fuck." even swears sounded heavenly on your lips.

he remembered trading pokemon cards with you, the time you watched him kart and cheered the loudest out of everyone. the times together, the totally platonic sleepovers. everything, fuck. to have you now, not as a friend but as a lover. that was everything to him.

you climaxed and it only pushed lando further. he pushed right up into you and made you near scream from the sensation. you two moved against each other roughly. but lando had to keep a sense of control or else he was going to finish inside of you.

"that's it. baby, that's it. fucking perfect for me.' his voice heavy with lust and it made your head throb. your cursed into the covers and lando fucked you harder, "next time i'm gonna make you finish twice. burn out your brain." he kissed your cheek, "perfect girl deserves all the orgasms she wants."

"flirt." you whined, face shoved into the covers, which only made lando laugh.

"glad you finally picked up on it, after fifteen years as friends." he thrusted into you a few more times before he pulled himself out and rapidly jerked off his cock against your back. it wasn't the same as the what of your cunt, but it would have to do. his pants were heavy as he said, "that's it, baby. fuck, look at you. you have driven me crazy my entire life. no one else can compare to you."

you laid there panting, your core swamped with wetness and your back curved to let him paint your back with his cum. you whined when you felt the splash of his cum against your backside.

"fuck." his voice was guttural, his breathing heavy and his eyes near rolled back into his head as he came across your hot skin. he felt sparks in his brain and could barely form a coherent thought as he came.

when it was all said and done, he rested fully on his heels, his cock limp between his legs. he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and exhaled deeply.

you laid there, not wanting to get cum all over the sheets. as the temperature in the room cooled, you lifted your head a little and said, "lando... can you help me clean up?"

and your best friend turned lover woke back up from his sexual trance and said, "oh, of course! yeah!" then quickly went to find a towel in the bathroom.

you knew you'd had to have a conversation about what you were now. but with butterflies in your stomach you knew you wouldn't be walking out of your hotel room without a lando as your boyfriend <3

[heestoleurgirl]

nishimura riki 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ in which you underestimate how clingy your boyfriend actually is, he loves cuddling and kissing you sm :(

genre: FLUFF, fluff and more fluff pairing: bf!riki x fem!reader wc: 1.4k

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it wasn't your first time sleeping over at riki's place. at this stage in your relationship it had become almost routine, you were able to walk around his apartment as if it were your own.

you were currently in the bathroom, just having finished showering. it wouldn't be unusual for you and riki to shower together, however he insisted on doing the dishes left over from dinner while you got the shower all to yourself.

the soft fabric of his shirt felt even better against your skin after you'd cleaned yourself. his smell immediately enveloped you, leaving your lips curled upwards in a smitten smile. why bring your own pjs when you could just wear his clothes? you hummed along to the faint song playing from your phone as you grabbed your toothbrush and got to work.

about a minute had passed, you were so immersed in brushing your teeth and listening to the music that you barely registered a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist slowly. your head shot up, only to see riki's tall frame hugging you through the mirror. his face was lazily buried in the crook of your neck, leaving stubborn strands of his hair to tickle your skin.

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"ki, i'm busy" you murmured, the words muffled with the toothbrush and toothpaste still in your mouth. you had to lean a bit more forward to reach the sink, since riki had pulled you flush against his chest.

"don't care, missed you" he hummed against your soft skin quietly, he loved how amazing and fresh you smelled after the shower.

you laughed softly in return, you were gone for a maximum of 20 minutes, plus you'd already spent the whole day together. yes, you knew your boyfriend was clingy but somehow it never ceased to surprise you. was this the same man that acted cool and closed off around his friends? you rolled your eyes in endearment, and you knew he'd probably start complaining if he saw it. not like you minded it one bit, you thought his soft demeanour was absolutely adorable. (you don't tell him that, he hates being called cute)

riki tugged at your waist gently, urging you to hurry up without words. "c'mon, stop being impatient" you scoffed and smiled, though he was too busy to listen, distracting himself by kissing your shoulder and neck softly.

the toothbrush was discarded in favour of your skincare products. riki's ears perked up at the sound, finally drawing his attention to what you were doing. his face turned from hopeful to disappointed, were you seriously planning on making him wait even more by putting stupid stuff on your face? not on his watch.

you reached for the first product, but your hand never made it. you let out a surprised yelp as riki picked you up in one swift motion and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed absolutely nothing.

"riki!" you whined in protest, though you knew it was no use. you watched helplessly as he grabbed your phone and strolled out of the bathroom like it was the most normal thing ever. "i need to do my skincare! put me down." you tried sounding firm and strict, but failed comically.

"nah" his grip on your bare thighs was firm, before he practically threw you in his bed. riki didn't waste a second, he climbed in next to you and yanked you against his own body, knowing you might try to escape to finish your nightly routine.

his arms snaked around your waist once again, tight enough that there was no chance of you escaping from him, but also mindful not to hurt you. you groaned, feeling a little irritated that you wouldn't be able to finish your skincare. though it was impossible to stay mad when you looked down and saw your boyfriend cuddling you like you were a damn teddy bear. his long ass legs were now tangled with yours too.

"you're so annoying..." you murmured quietly, your voice lacking any real conviction. the words contrasted with your actions completely as you wrapped your arms around his neck and idly played with strands of his hair.

riki felt like he was in heaven. if it were up to him, you would never leave his bed ever again. he loved the way your small body fit perfectly against his, as if you were made just for him. your skin was soft and warm, making you his personal heater. he could feel every soft rise and fall of your chest, along with the faint sound of your heartbeat.

his hands began to wander mindlessly, slipping under your shirt (his shirt to be precise) to caress the bare skin there. you shivered slightly when you felt his feather light fingers trail down your spine, moving over the curve of your backside and stopping at your thighs to rub them gently.

your unfinished skincare was long forgotten now, all you could focus on was how good his touches felt. it was as if you could feel the love and care behind every single one, even when he was so tired and quiet. you thought your heart might burst from the amount of affection you had for him in this moment.

riki groaned softly when your fingers involuntary tightened in his hair. you removed your hands from his dark locks and cupped his face instead, gently pulling his face up so you could look at him. his messy bangs covered his eyes, but they seemed to be extra round right now as he looked up at you adoringly.

you were no expert on feelings but the look in his eyes made your stomach churn with a sudden rush of butterflies, you swore you could see hearts in his eyes. for a moment you were breathless, just staring at his pretty face.

he slowly inched closer, taking advantage of your distracted state to press his pink lips against yours gently. no matter how many times you kissed, it always made your heart race and your brain feel all fuzzy. his cheeks were warm and soft under your fingers, and time seemed to stop completely around you two.

you weren't sure how much time had passed as you were completely tangled against him, your lips moving each other leisurely. riki's hands wondered yet again, trying to caress and touch as much of your skin as he could, he absolutely adored every inch of you. every time you pulled away a bit for air, he would wait a second at most before diving right back in. the action made you smile against his lips, making your heart beat fast yet again.

minutes later, he pulled away and switched to pressing soft kisses across your face. your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, he didn't leave anything without a gentle smooch. you couldn't help the dumb smile that was plastered on your face, you closed your eyes and quietly let him do as he pleased. one of your hands detached from his cheek to once again stroke his hair.

riki opted to leaning back a little to appreciate your cute face, a faint blush visible on your cheeks. he poked your side lightly to get your attention, making you open and jokingly narrow your eyes at him. "what?"

"nothing. you look pretty." he smirked, hoping to see you become even more flustered, he loved having that effect on you. knowing you were just as affected by him as he was by you.

seeing his smirk, you decided to tease him a little. "i'm gonna go finish my skincare." you announced abruptly and shifted, moving out of his arms as if you were actually about to leave the bed. to nobody's surprise, riki immediately pushed himself up and tugged you right back against him.

"you're not going anywhere, don't even try to leave." he playfully glared at you and pulled you so you were laying under him, caged between his arms.

before you could tease him further, he laid directly on top of you, crushing you with his weight. you let out a groan/laugh and nudged his shoulder, but he wouldn't budge.

"ki! i can't breathe!" you whined, wriggling under him in an attempt to get him to move. unfortunately for you, riki made absolutely no effort to get off you.

"looks like you're having a seizure, i might need to give you mouth to mouth so you don't die." he smirked yet again, and leaned down to kiss you before you could protest or complain.

safe to say, you didn't do your skincare that night. though, feeling his lips against yours was a damn good alternative.

[thedropsofblood]

Come on fuck me emo boy

Warnings: Semi-public sex, risky sex, handjob (user receiving), deny of climax, implied prep, both char and reader are in the final year of high school.

As the school's quiet kid, he doesn't have much going for him. His grades are completely average, he doesn't have any social connections, if anything, he's kinda boring. Then how the fuck did he bag an angel like you?

That's probably what the other students think of when they heard of you and him being a couple. But have you ever heard of the phrase "never judge a book by its covers"? Yeah, your boyfriend was a completely different person outside of school.

A closet full of black band t-shirts, tight jeans, leather jackets. A room filled with band posters and a black electric guitar placed neatly in the corner. He was a complete and utter emo. You might as well have two boyfriends with how different he was at school compared to behind close doors.

What was supposed to be an innocent little shopping trip at the nearby mall, turned into a fuck session in the back of his parents' car in the parking lot. You internally thank whoever created the black window tint because without them, you're sure at least three people would've seen you guys by now.

He kept you close to his body as he thrust up into you, gritting his teeth to keep himself from groaning and biting onto your neck. He hated how he had to refrain from leaving any marks on your body, he couldn't bring himself to get you in trouble for his actions though, so he kept his mouth busy by sucking onto your nipple instead.

Your hand gripped onto the back of his neck, the other covering your mouth as the back of your head rested on the window. Pre-cum leaking out and onto his black t-shirt, one of his hands reached down to stroke your cock, his thumb covering your tip right before you could finish.

You grits your teeth, your legs shaking as eyes widened. He had the audacity to continue on, even when he was blocking you from the sweet relief of cumming. It was overstimulating, but god, was it hot coming from someone like him.

You tried to say something but all that came out was meaningless blabbering being cut off by moans and whimpers. His free hand moved to put your leg on his shoulder, he picked up his pace as his breath grew heavier, leaning in to kiss you and greedily drink up your moans like a hungry man.

Right as he was about to cum, he pulled out at the same time as he lets go of your cock, watching breathlessly as your torso and the seat underneath got stained. He leaned in to give you a deep kiss, seemingly happy and content with his relationship with you.

A/N: This was so short and rushed blame my sleepiness, I might do a part 2 on this bc I love the idea of this char sm, also guess who just realized they spelled the original tag wrong all along?

[fairy-angel222]

You as a milf and Gojo as your son’s friend. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

He’s always so flirty with you and you just brush it off because you found it cute really. The way he would send constant smirks and winks your way, leaving your son and the rest of their friends upstairs only to be in the kitchen with you. Using his usual excuse of, “if you won’t help out your mom i will.”

His hands accidentally brushing way too close to your ass which looked so damn delicious in those tight fucking pants. You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards the white haired boy. But you were old enough to be his mother.. and he was one of your son’s closest friends.

You ignored the tingling in your stomach when you felt him creep up behind you as you bent over. His body bending to fit against yours and his hot breath fanning over your ear. “You know miss l/n.. we’d be perfect together. I may be young but i have everything to satisfy you right—” grinding his hips up into you, “here.”

“S-satoru.. you know that that’s not possible.”

“Why, hmm? I know you want me.” he smirked, kissing down your neck softly.

“No, i don’t. This is wrong.”

A lie. You did want him.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes.”

“Well.. i guess you won’t feel anything if i did this.”

Gojo turned you around by your waist swiftly, his lips connecting with yours while his hands roamed down your body, settling on the plush underside of your ass.

Your hands rested on his hard chest with the intention of pushing him away. Instead finding yourself letting out a satisfied moan, your fingers gripping at his shirt as he groped your soft flesh.

“Fuck what am i doing, i said this was wrong.” you said sternly to yourself, giving him one last glance before you walked out of the kitchen. Your head bowed in shame with your lip sat between your teeth.

What was wrong with you.

Is what you said over and over in your head as you found yourself bouncing on Gojo’s cock. His hands on your hips and a sadistic grin on his face as he watched you moan and whimper on top of him.

Your son had gone to pick up some food for the group, dragging his other two friends along while Gojo insisted he stayed back. Claiming that he was not feeling up to leaving the house.

“What happened to your morals huh? Thought this was wrong.” he breathed, eyes focused on the bouncing of your massive tits as you moved up and down on his cock. Rolling your hips so that his thick tip grazed along your g spot perfectly.

“Oh God—” you cried out, your stomach tightening as you dug your nails deeper into his pale shoulders. “Satoru.”

“You’re squeezing me so- shit— fucking tight ma.”

You only moaned, your vision blurry as you threw back your head with your mouth agape. His dick no doubt hitting deeper than anyone has ever reached before.

“F-fuck Satoru— you’re so- nngh, you feel so good.”

Gojo groaned loudly when you began needily rocking your hips on his cock, your mewls loud and laced with desperation. Your brain was plagued with thoughts of him. His hands, his voice, his scent.

This was so wrong, and you hated yourself for giving in. But he felt so damn good.

“Would’ve dicked you down ages ago if i knew you wanted me this badly.”

You tugged at his hair with a sultry moan, your body trembling and your eyes rolling back as you approach your high. “Satoru,” you mewled, “i’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me sweetheart? Make a mess all over this young cock that you seem to love so much.” he rasped, his lips parted in hard pants as you clenched down on him. His dick twitching within the wetness of your pussy.

You let out a high pitched cry, back arching as you creamed his cock. Your pussy drenching his thighs.

“There we go. Look at how messy she is for me.” he groaned, leaning forward and capturing your neck in his teeth. Your head rolling to the side to give him room for his marks.

Gojo’s hold on your hips tightened, thrusting his hips roughly up into you as he chased his own orgasm. Lewd sounds of skin against skin echoing the room together with your noises.

“Fuck, what if i got you pregnant and became (your son)’s new daddy.” he chuckled darkly, letting out a chant of curses before easily slipping out of your dripping warmth. Allowing his cum to spill onto your exposed skin. Your lower belly, your pretty pussy lips, your plump thighs.

“So fuckin’ pretty. You sure this wasn’t enough to change your mind?”

You looked at him with half lidded eyes, feeling yourself grow tired as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. “N-no.. this was,” your eyelids fluttered. “..a mistake.”

Gojo only smiled, a wide one. This was only the first time and it most certainly would not be the last. He was serious about being with you. Taking care of you. And he knew that you wanted it too.

Gojo panicked when he heard the front door slam shut, looking down to see your beautiful sleeping form. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

A knock. “Hey mom have you seen Satoru anywhere?”

He was so screwed… but it was so damn worth it.

[aliwritex]

franco thoughts: losing your virginity to him. 1.8k smut.

note: this quite literally came to me in a dream.

pt2

He guided you to his room, digging into his pocket for the card and opening the door. You walked in and he helped you out of your coat before taking off his own, the warmth of the heater welcoming you in. He had you against the wall again, his tongue finally making its way into your mouth, the kiss getting messy and breathy, his hips ever so slightly rolling against yours.

“Franco” you called into the kiss, making his lips leave yours to kiss at your jaw. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Qué?”

“I’m a virgin. Like a total virgin, a thousand percent virgin”

“I’m sorry, I- I didn’t know” he pulled away “i- do you want me to stop?”

“No” but you didn’t sound so sure of yourself.

“Don’t worry, then, I’ll take good care of you. Just trust me, yeah?”

You nodded and he picked you up from the floor, kicking your legs open and guiding them to wrap around his waist. He kissed you again, walking to the couch on the corner of the room and plopping down on it. You adjusted yourself on his lap, hands holding his face to yours while his unzipped your boots.

“Help me get these off” He moved you to sit across his lap so he could pull them off. His hands ran up your leg again, going under your dress to find the top of your tights. “Are you wearing two of these?” he chuckled.

“I really hate the cold.” you smiled before kissing him again.

He guided you to lift your hips to he could pull them down and sit you back in his lap, straddling him. Your dress had now ridden up your thighs, the back of your legs sitting directly on him as your hands made their way under his sweater, slowly pulling it up. Franco lifted his arms so you could pull it over his head but he was still left with a white shirt so you worked his buttons open and pushed it off his shoulders.

Your hand ran down his toned chest as he kissed your neck, leaving trails of kisses from your jaw to the collar of your dress.

“Can I take this off?” he mumbled against your skin, hand already on the zipper. You nodded, holding your breath as he dragged it down and slid the sleeves off your arms. “Fuck, so beautiful. Look at them”

Franco kissed all the way from your clavicle to the tops of your tits before pulling away to admire how beautiful they looked in the strategic lace underwear you picked for the night. His mouth grazed over the bra, hands lowering to pull your dress over your head. Now that he had you half naked for him his hands landed on your hips, moving them back and forth on his lap. You could feel yourself getting wetter as his cock pressed against your leg, his movements making you let out an embarrassing sigh of pleasure.

He smiled to himself “Trust me?” You nodded. He lifted you up with his hands under your thighs, walking you to the bed. “Lay down against the pillows for me”

“Stop looking at me like that” you blushed.

“Like what?” he ran a hand through this hair. “Like you’re the hottest,” he kissed your clavicle “prettiest,” then your ribs, making you shiver “most beautiful girl i’ve even seen?” and another to your hip bone.

“I hate you” you told him as he laid by your side.

“No you don’t”

He smiled as he kissed your jaw, his hand trailing from your knees to your inner thigh to spread your legs apart. He kept kissing all over your neck while he played with the wet spot on your underwear, fingers circling and pressing down on it. Franco stoped for a second, the hand snaking up your body to fold the cups on your bra under your boobs, exposing your hard nipples to him.

You groaned when he caught it in his mouth, tongue swirling around it as his hand played with the other. Your hand dug into his thick hair, running your nails through it.

“Can I touch you?”

“Please” you answered too quickly.

Franco took his hand down your body again, but this time his fingertips made it past the lace trim of your underwear. He ran them between your folds, opening you up and feeling just how wet you were. He circled your clit, slow and soft for a second before meeting your entrance again.

“Gonna go in now, yeah? You’ve done this to yourself before, no?”

You nodded shyly, watching his fingers move inside your underwear. He poked you with a single finger, slipping easily inside you despite being a lot thicker and bigger that your own. He moved it around, locating himself and soon he was curling the finger up.

“Come here” he lifted your leg and scooted under, guiding you to sit between his legs, back resting against his front. He slipped your panties down your legs letting you kick them off. “I’ll keep going, tell me if you wanna stop” Franco filled you again, this time with two fingers, stretching you open a bit more. “Fuck, there’s no way your this tight. Relax for me”

His voice did calm you down, your muscles relaxing and welcoming his fingers in. He kissed the side of your neck slowly, doing everything he could to help you stay relaxed. His fingers curled inside you, right up to your gspot and he smiled when your knees threatened to close and your arm wrapped around his neck, nails scratching his head.

Moans started leaving your lips as he fucked into you, his other hand kneading your chest, your small boobs barely filling his big palm. You guided his face down to yours, pulling him into a kiss.

“Franco” you moaned against his lips.

“Qué pasa, amor?”

“I’m so close,” you told him, your hand guiding his to your clit “please.”

Your breath became ragged and moans fell uncontrollably out of your mouth. He was working you entirely, two fingers inside you, his other hand circling your clit and his mouth kissing your neck. You wrapped your hand around his arm, squeezing when you let your orgasm wash over you.

Franco almost moaned when he felt how you clenched around his fingers, trapping them inside you as his other hand still worked on your clit. He slowly worked you through it, only pulling out when you let go of his arm.

“How are you feeling? Good?” you nodded, biting a smile back as you blushed and buried your face on his naked chest. “Do you wanna stop here?” you shook your head “Wanna keep going?”

“Yes” you practically whispered.

“Give me a second, then”

Franco slipped away from you, getting up from the bed to take off his jeans and turn off some of the lights leaving only the ones next to the bed. He fished his pocket for his wallet and pulled a condom out of it, you chuckled when he looked to check the expiration date. He moved back to the bed, hovering your body with his own, groans coming out of both of your mouths when his hips met yours.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Yeah”

“Okay, just tell me if you need to stop.” he kissed your face, all over your cheek and down your jaw.

His hips were moving against yours, your middle soaking his underwear, making the outline of his cock more visible. He knelt up between your legs and pulled his boxers down, it all got too real when you watched him slide the condom on, your heartbeat going crazy as you waited.

“Relax,” he whispered, lowering his body above yours again, “not gonna do anything you don’t want me to” he kissed you again, your hands wrapping around his neck. “Can I start?”

You nodded. His hand left your side to guide himself into you, his tip easily making past your lips. He pushed in slowly, the feeling of burning on your walls acceptable enough to a certain point when you squeezed his arm tighter. He looked down at you and pulled out, using his hand to spread your wetness all over his cock. You gave him a nod after a minute, telling him you wanted him to keep going.

This time Franco made it in completely, in slow and small thrusts.

“There you go. Does it hurt?”

You shook your head and pulled him down to kiss you. Your hands dived into his hair, scratching his scalp and tugging on it as his held your waist, thumb caressing your ribs, a soft touch to help you relax. He started rolling his hips against yours, barely even pulling out as he did but it made him press against your cervix.

“Ready?”

“Yes”

He pulled out almost completely before slowly making his way back in to finally start thrusting into you. He was slow and careful, making sure to pay attention to you. In a couple seconds he had you moaning and in minutes you were both panting as he fucked into you. The moans that left your mouth were driving Franco insane but he couldn’t help the urge to kiss you, the vibrations going directly into his mouth as he did. He picked up the pace and you seemed to be enjoying it too, making his confidence grow.

He hit your gspot repeatedly, making your weak legs shake around his hips. As Franco felt himself getting close he took his hand down to your clit, toying with it between his fingers. He had you coming almost instantly, your legs locking him close to you as you pulled his neck down with full force, bitting your own arm.

“Fuck!” he sighed while you whined, moving your hips against his to ride out your orgasm. You both smiled onto each other’s necks. “Shit, that was intense, huh?” You chuckled, completely out of breath. “Can I finish?”

“Yeah, yeah, please”

“Sure?”

You nodded, holding his face in your hands to kiss him. His hips snapped against yours again, deep in a steady rhythm. He didn’t need much to release into the condom, falling over you after a couple thrusts but the fact that you could feel him pumping inside you made you clench.

Franco laid still on top of you, catching his breath for a second before flipping to your side, his cock slipping out of you. He pulled you closer, to rest on his chest and kissed the top of your head.

“You okay?”

“Think so”

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

trick of the light | n. monoma

✮ tags ; afab + fem!reader, reader is intended to be curvy, hate-sex, hooking up, blood (you bite his lip and it bleeds and u keep kissing fdkjsds), fingering, unprotected sex, post-timeskip monoma, reader and monoma are pro-heros, 18+

✮ wc ; 2.8k (dude sdkfjd)

✮ a/n ; fic for @antique-remains SORRY FOR HOW LONG ITS TAKEN. but i like this version much better dsjksjdk and i hope u like it too.

also . lord i want to fuck this guy

“Crazy bastard,”  

Monoma laughs, his teeth tugging at your lower lip, blue eyes lidded low. He’s more sober than you are, yet he seems intoxicated. “And you’re still taking me to bed, huh? Aren’t you something?”  

You land against the door of your apartment with a thump, pulling your mouth back in some silent protest—lips pulled into a thin line. You both know you’re not protesting at all. You wouldn’t last long even if you tried. He swipes at your mouth with the tip of his tongue and you open for him easy but unnerved, frustrated. He’s always been good at getting under your skin, knowing exactly what makes you tick.  

It’s not like he’s always right. It’s Monoma. That insufferable jackass who can’t shut up to save his life, always making assumptions. So unbearable that even Kirishima thinks it. So annoying you spent half of your highschool career getting into with him on the training grounds, trying your best not to strangle him and get your license revoked. He always picked fights with you specifically, even over the rest of your class as you got older 

You’ve always hated him. He shaped up a little before graduation, but now he’s— 

You feel teeth again. Monoma makes a low sound in the back of his throat that goes right to your core. Your pussy is throbbing and it’s so annoying it makes you want to cover your face. He’s thrilled when he speaks. “Pay attention, hm? I know you Class 1-A kids are all brawn and no brains but,”  

You go to protest but Monoma is quicker. Sharper. Stronger than you remember him being given the way he uses his hands to pin you into place underneath him 

You give in easily when he leans into kiss you again. One nip of his lips is all it takes for you to open your mouth back up. Your head feels heavy, arms around his shoulders as his hands hold onto you tight. His hand cups the nape of your neck and brings you forward to him. He kisses you shallowly first, drawing it out as he pulls away. When you chase his mouth, you can feel him smile against your lips. Proof that you want him, you think. It frustrates you. Both how good he is at kissing you and how easily he’s working you up.  

But he’s so good at this, whatever it is. Good at kissing you. Good at knowing where to put his hands and how exactly to feel you up. He slips his tongue into your mouth, forcing your own own open. You gasp as you fist at the back of his shirt from surprise. You sink under the weight of it. He nips into your mouth with intent, his eyes lidded. Not quite closed even as he kisses you in a way that makes your stomach churn.  

It’s something in his demeanor that’s making you want to slink back—direct conflict with whatever desire is burning you through you so quickly. You thread your fingers through his hair and pull. Monoma groans into your mouth, the hand on the back of your neck growing even tighter.  

“You’re being quite feisty,” Monoma says. His voice is pitched high with familiar amusement. “Any reason? Or are you hoping for me to have my way with you? That’s my guess at least,”  

You open your mouth to say something but Monoma leans into you again. Actslike he’s going to kiss you - his nose brushing yours. “Don’t worry. There’s a lot I wanna do with you, see?”  

Your curiosity gets the better of you. “…Like what,”  

“Aren’t you here to find out?”  

“Shut up and tell me already,”  

Monoma clicks his teeth. His lips press against your jaw, teeth pressing into the skin below - tender under the dulled ends of his incisors. There’s a touch of irritation to it. “All grown up and you still don’t have manners,”  

Words of protest die in your mouth as he trails down further, all the way down to your throat where he bites down. His mouth closes over your pulse, your spine arching up into his grasp as you slump against the wall. Something washes over you, your mind clouding. He laughs a little into your skin as his hands find the hem of your shirt - skirting past your waistband.  

Your chest rises and falls in anticipation for what comes next. He keeps you on the threads of his last words as his hand slips down further. His fingers are slender, long enough to reach easily. You were staring at them earlier at the bar. Part of you wonders if he noticed your staring.  

His middle finger slides over the the seam of your panties, just over your clit. You hiss as he presses against it. He laughs again, and he sounds a little bit like scumbag in the way he has his whole life. Instead of resenting him for it, it makes you moan. You feel your pussy get wet at the callous touch to his voice. “We have all evening, but I don’t really want to wait to fuck you. I’ve waited long enough.”  

Your hands finds purchase in his arms. His laughter only becomes brighter the way you tremble at his teasing. He’s hardly doing anything of note, but your body is so keyed up it makes you feel dizzy. “I’ve been wanting to feel you like this for so long,” He says, voice almost hysterical. “So, I won’t take it for granted. You want to know right? But I fear trying talk to you during this is pointless a task as they come,”  

He slides your panties over just slight before his fingers slide through your arousal. You’re so wet it’s so soaking, sliding down the pudge of your inner thighs. You wince hearing the slick sound of his fingers sliding through your folds. “Hah! How are you so wet?” 

You moan as you feel his middle finger push further, deeper until it comes into your cunt. Your pussy opens up easily as proof of your arousal. He’s mean. In one go, you feel his middle finger down to knuckle  - curling up immediately until they find your sweet spot. His name comes out of your mouth in a squeal. 

“Fuck, fuck—slowly, dammit,”  

His fingers are so much longer then yours. Reach much deeper. You try to squirm away from him but there’s nowhere for you to run away to.  

“You were talking so tough on the ride back,” Monoma muses. He fucks his finger in and out of you. The soft shlick shlick shlick sound feels so loud in your empty apartment. “Is this all you can handle?”  

“Shut up,” You hiss. Monoma grins against your throat. Another finger slides in alongside the first, this one slower. There’s tension to the way your pussy stretched but barely enough to make it hard. When his second fingers reach all the way down to the base  - he scissors them inside of you. You moan, suppressing the sound by keeping your lips shut. 

Monoma uses his other hand to cup your face, thumb pressing your lip and forcing your mouth open. His tone is light but the look in his eyes is harsh. Serious, almost. “None of that, hm?”  

Your glare at him weakly. He rubs against your sweet spot on purpose, palms grinding against your clit until your eyes roll back. He laughs again as you whimper, unable to suppress it. “Much better. Should I make you cum just like this, do you think? It seems like it’d make you more docile,”  

You frown at him, biting at his thumb. Your heart is pounding in your ears. The words have less bite then they should, given the way your voice breaks. “If you want me to be docile then hurry up and fuck it out of me,”  

Monoma pauses, eyes going wide as he inhales a sharp breath. He crashes his lips into yours, almost violently - more teeth than tongue. You bite hard at his lips, enough for him to bleed. Even as blood smears, iron in between kisses, it doesn’t deter either of you. 

His eyes have a crazy look to them when you pull away. Foreheads touching as he pulls his hand away from your skirt and forces them into your mouth. You make a noise of protest as you taste yourself, the length of his fingers making you gag. He asses you closely, laughter on the tip of his tongue. “It’d be cuter if you were honest and just begged me to fuck you but your attitude is what I like about you,”  

“You’re so annoying,” You say muffled. Monoma pulls away his spit covered fingers.  

“Let’s pretend I believe you,”  

You roll your eyes as Monoma steps back to undress. Your eyes travel down the length of his body. You’re both still clothed for the most part, but you can see his figure well enough. His dick is straining against the slacks he’s wearing. Your hands come up to his waistband on automatic, unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper.  

His cock is…bigger than you thought it’d be. You can tell even through his boxers as he slacks slide down. Your hand cups his length. Monoma hisses above you. His usual arrogance melted, face red as he covers it with one hand. Your eyes widen as your heart does a little flip.  

“I can undress myself,” He hisses.  

There’s… no way you thought of this fucker as cute just now.  

You feel like you’re entranced. You squeeze the outline of his cock experimentally, feeling him twitch. He wants you just as bad as you want him. 

“You’re so hard,” You murmur. “You’re—“  

Your thoughts are buzzing. It’s weird. The shift in the air. The sudden tension that’s no longer just lust. Your heartbeat is loud but you almost feel calm. Hooking your finger in the waist band of his boxers, you tug them down until his cock is revealed. 

Even in the darkness of your apartment, you can see it clear enough. The tip, red and flushed. Long with a nice curve, slender and tight. A laundry list of dirty thoughts crosses your mind.  

Your eyes meet. A mistake maybe. The look on his face is so different than the Monoma in your head. Anticipatory. Wanting. Just a little desperate. You feel like you’re hallucinating it but you don’t think you are. There’s something suddenly sweet about him. He shudders as you wrap your hand around it, suddenly avoiding your eyes. He puts his hand on your wrist as if to stop you.  

“I’ve—there’s a condom in my—“  

“Just fuck me,” You reply. “Shut up and do it,” 

Monoma shudders over you, teeth clenched. Trying to keep up the facade but failing. He hisses.  

“Fine. Just. Turn around,”  

You oblige and press yourself up against the door, ass facing him. You expect for him to undress you but he doesn’t. His hands squeeze your hips, merely flipping your skirt up as he presses his cock against the curve of your ass. Your breath catches.  

Wordlessly, he slicks himself up with spit and sticky fingers before sliding through your folds. Your eyes roll back as your pussy stretches around his cock to accommodate him. It goes in so easy it makes you gasp. The lower half of your waist goes weak, the only thing keeping you upright being him. Where he has you sheathed on his cock and how tightly he’s gripping onto you. He moans over you. It’s loud. Deeper than you expect. Makes you clench down on him so tight your breathless.  

“You feel—” His head drops onto your shoulder. “Shit that’s so good.”  

It’s the first time you hear him curse. The first time he’s ever praised you. Fuck. You whine his name out loud, and he groans against your shoulder again.  

He pulls out before slamming right back into you, your knees nearly making you drop. You cry out as Monoma fucks you. He sets the pace more brutally then you thought he had in him. It’s hard and fast, has his teeth sinking into your shoulder blade over your sweater. Your skin is burning hot, almost feverishly as you feel it. The sensation of emptiness before being filled over and over like a drug to your brain. Your limbs weak as your mind drowns in such sudden, unexpected pleasure. Monoma fucks you thoroughly, a hand around your waist with his fingers toying at your clit— determined to make you cum right on his cock. It’s the quietest you’ve ever heard him be. Always running his mouth, you didn’t think he had it in him to fuck you like this. Wouldn’t have imagined it in a thousand years.  

It feels too good too fast. Overwhelmingly. Your stomach tenses, orgasm making your hands curl into fists as you lean against the door. You can barely make out a coherent sentence to tell him you’re getting close.In the end you only manage one word.  

“C-cumming,”  

Your orgasm crashes into you. It feels like you’re on fire, electricity sparking through your nerves. It’s the hardest you’ve ever cum in your life with any partner and by yourself. Your pussy clamps down hard on his cock as your thighs shake.  

Monoma follows you soon after, pulling out to cum against your pussy instead of in it. You quiet the small part of you thats disappointed as you feel thick, warm cum against your skin. He leans against you as the both of you stand, panting.  

Your voice is hoarse. You still feel so horny.  

“What? Is that it?” You goad, secretly hoping it’s not.  

He laughs. Not in the usual way. It’s softer. Still amused but not so annoying. It’s the orgasm talking. You feel your skin grow even hotter. “Don’t underestimate me. We have all night,”  

__  

EPILOGUE:  

You wake up the next morning sore.  

Sore but… clean. And warm.  

There’s a nice scent coming from somewhere in your house. You sit up in bed still naked, covered in hickeys and bruises. You pull the sheets over your chest as you rub the sleep from your eyes, trying to remember when exactly you slept. You don’t remember showering but the lack of stickiness makes it seem like you did.  

Which means that Monoma must’ve wiped you down before bed. The thought makes your face hot. So he’s considerate to sex partners. A pleasant surprise. You reach for your phone on your bedside to find it charging there.  

Another surprise.  

Okay. So he’s really considerate. Whatever.  

Before you get to wonder where he is, Monoma comes back to your room. He’s shirtless, wearing his boxers from last night and holding a mug of something. He blinks.  

“So you’re up. I came in to wake you. It’s noon by the way,”  

Your eyes go wide. “Noon? I have patrols,” 

He snorts. “No you don’t. You’re welcome.”  

“…You called in for me?”  

He looks at you before rolling his eyes. “Well aren’t you clever?” He says sarcastically. He walks in and places the mug on your bedside table. “I just called into your agency and said you weren’t feeling well. I gave them my hero ID so it wasn’t hard. Drink your tea before it gonna get cold,” 

“It’s for me?”  

“Well I didn’t bring it here to drink in front of you,”  

You feel incredibly conflicted, so much so you can’t even tell him to fuck off. This… this is not the way you remember him. Not at all. You frown, looking down at your lap.  

“Stop being so nice. It’s weirding me out.”  

He laughs again. “I was always nice, just not to your class and by extension not to you,”  

“You were not nice last night,”  

“Is that a complaint?”  

You stay quiet.  

“Thought so,”  

There’s a beat of silence. Monoma sighs a little, turning to leave. And, for some ungodly reason, you grab hold of his hand. He pauses and looks back at you. You frown, your voice uncertain.  

“Have you… had anything to eat?”  

Monoma pauses. “Not yet.”  

“Then…”  

“Are you inviting me on a date?”  

You look up at him, expecting to see his usual expression. And sure, he does look like an arrogant jackass like normal but he’s… smiling too. In a sincere way. You’re seriously losing your mind. There’s  no way this guy is… 

“If I was?”  

“Beat me to the punch,” Monoma says, half-way shrugging. He leans down again to get eye-level with you. Nose to nose. You pull away, very conscious of having half-woken up.  

He kisses the corner of your mouth instead of directly, smug like always. Instead of it being deeply annoying, though - you find your heart beating fast. He stands and stretches after, observing you with a hand on his hip. 

“It’d be good if you thought about how other people felt for a change. But well, you 1-A kids were all self absorbed like that. You were always so hung up on hating me, you didn’t consider why I picked fights with you over everyone else,”  

You pause. “What does that—“  

Monoma stands and turns around without answering. “I’m borrowing your shower,” 

Damn him.  

 “Asshole! Answer my question first!”  

[kazusys]

— hugging scenarios.

genshin men in different scenarios revolving around hugging. (❕) a/n: will maybe do a pt. 2. suggest (male) characters! :]

characters included: kazuha, xiao, scaramouche/wanderer, tighnari, cyno, kaeya, and diluc.

kazuha nuzzles his head in your neck as you run your fingers through his un-ponytailed hair, your back facing him as you focus mainly on what you’re reading.

he’s gripping you tightly, thinking up reasons of how he’d be able to explain throwing your book with your notes inside across the room solely to steal your attention away from working so much. he means the best— really!

as much as it is tempting, kazuha wouldn’t dare make you upset at him for ruining your papers. instead, he’ll patiently wait and continue softly humming and kissing your neck until you finish. he’d wait for as long as you wish, if it only meant you’d eventually hold him in your arms at the end.

he hears you sigh a few minutes later. “ah… i think that should be it.”

he watches in anticipation as you put your research on the nightstand and turn to face him, a soft smile on your face as you apologize. “sorry, love.”

kazuha simply shakes his head as he brings you in closer, kissing your lips in earnest.

“xiao?” you call out, a little bit of a stutter coming out at the end. it was absolutely freezing out here. it was a good thing you brought a jacket, but even then.

you felt a breeze behind you as you turned to face the beloved adepti materializing out of nowhere.

the smile you wore quickly changed as you panicked seeing what he was wearing. reaching for your coat buttons, you cut off whatever he was about to say with, “are you crazy?! you’ll die of hypothermia wearing that in this weather! oh my gosh, xiao—”

“it’s really—” he tries to make a sentence again, only to be shut off by you wrapping your piece of clothing around his shoulders, directing his arms to go through the sleeves.

although he was used to this sort of cold weather, he appreciated the thought. but the odd warm fuzzy feelings that usually overtook his chest whenever you did something kind for him didn’t fully spread this time around, seeing that your sleeveless top and thin enough pants barely sheltered you at all from the snow starting to come down.

it was his turn to reprimand you as he sighed, “you’re calling me crazy, and yet you’re the one wearing a sleeveless shirt in the middle of one of our coldest periods. what were you thinking?”

despite him looking annoyed, he came towards you and swiftly picked you up bridal style, earning a small yelp as you were swept off your feet (literally) and teleported over to wangshu inn.

you quickly got over the initial shock, a smile returning to your lips. “y’know, that’s technically qualified as kidnapping.”

“shut up.” he responded, although with no malicious hint in his voice. he made sure to kiss you afterwards though, just for some extra warming up.

scaramouche hates you, he swears. he hates you (affectionately), he hates you (lovingly), he hates you (with absolutely no hate behind his words).

but, let’s be honest, he really doesn’t.

he loves you so badly it hurts. it hurts to think that one day, you might leave him like everyone else has. even after everything, even after he got rid of his name scaramouche, sometimes those seeds of doubt still manage to plague him, even though you’ve been with him through it all. damn his stupid past.

but, oh. the way those seeds get crushed under the weight of his non-existent heart expanding as you hug him tightly, your arms squeezing him unlike a thing but a human.

he holds back his tears as he lets himself be held by you, his own arms holding you just as tight as he leaves a kiss, albeit shaky, on your jaw.

when you rub his back comfortingly, he lets the smallest tear run down his porcelain face before burying his head into your collarbone, letting the rest fall as he recites his feelings; true and sincere.

vulnerable is a word you’d describe him as in this moment. though he’ll never admit that this scene happened afterwards, you know that he knows that whenever he’s in need of some love and affection, you’ll be there for him.

he loves you so, so much; mean words be damned.

tighnari, always so caring and hardworking. but it wouldn’t kill him to take a break once in a while, no?

“i swear, i will go into the forest and get one of those mushrooms that you’ve been so cautious around and shove it down your throat if you don’t stop working right now,” you threaten, even if from your ears it sounds empty.

he sighs in return, knowing that you wouldn’t go to sleep until he joined you. especially since he’s been skipping out these past few days. he got up a bit too quickly, wincing at the way his head spun when doing so. “fine, fine. archons, my head hurts…”

“that’s what happens,” you shrug, taking his hands and walking to the bed. he sits with you, blinking the heaviness of his eyes away as you suddenly hug him.

tighnari exhales at the feeling, he should really thank you for saving him from his continuous workloads…

you scratch behind his ears, watching his tail twitch before swishing lowly back and forth. he embraces you back, his eyes coming to a pleasant close. he really needs the sleep.

before he does get the rest; though, he mutters to you a quiet, “thank you, love you s‘much.”

and finally, he drifts off, you in his arms. what more could he ask for?

what a stoic guy that cyno is. and with the absolute worst jokes leaving his mouth, it’s a wonder that the two personalities living in his body are residing in the same person.

he’s telling you jokes as you’re cuddling with him, you mindlessly running your hands through his hair and commenting on his words as he tells them and explains if you don’t get it.

oh, and you’re doing a try not to laugh challenge. did i mention that cyno’s jokes are like, collectively the worst?

he has one goal in mind: tell a good enough joke to hear you laugh and claim victory.

he likes hearing you genuinely laugh. he likes the sound. he likes the swell of pride whenever you laugh because of him.

so as he dishes out one of his newer bests and awaits your judgement, he’s happily surprised hearing a small noise from you before turning into a full chuckle.

he doesn’t think he’s ever had the urge to hug you as tightly as he has now (okay okay, this is a lie. it’s on par with when he confessed and you agreed and the other times you’ve laughed at his jokes).

“cyno— you’re gonna break my ribs!…”

“this is my reward.”

“kaeya… go get some rest. you’re too drunk to be up right now.”

“i don’t wanna. i want to stay with you,” he says, emphasizing it by hugging you tighter. he’s behind you, his form practically towering over yours as you try to keep your composure.

he must’ve really drunk a lot tonight.

you sigh. “i'll be there soon, okay? i just have to finish—”

“you can do whatever—” he hiccups, “—it is tomorrow.”

you sigh again. first you had to pick him up from the tavern, already interrupting what you had planned tonight. now this.

however, you know it’s not really a complaint.

you’re glad he’s honest when drunk. you just can’t stop that warm feeling in your chest knowing that he genuinely wants you to himself.

well, might as well give him what he wants.

diluc can feel your hands around him as he’s busy scrubbing glasses, already having refused you four times in wanting to help him. not because he thinks you’re incapable of not breaking anything— just the opposite, actually— but he doesn’t want you to work because of him.

especially with all the work you’ve already had today. on second thought, you may break a glass from dozing off for a moment from the lack of sleep you’ve been getting. he thinks it’s better for you to rest as he’s doing his job.

he’s not moving much, thankfully. the tavern’s already closed, and it’s just you and him in there. he’s thinking about all the different ways he could carry you home in your half asleep state.

last cup done. finally, he can close up and go home with you and sleep soundly with you in his arms… yeah, that sounds good.

he turns slowly to face you, making your head raise to meet his eyes. you smile, albeit tiredly— but not failing to bring one of his own to diluc’s face nonetheless.

he kisses your lips softly. “let’s go home now.”

©️kazusys — 1/9/24; do not plagiarize/steal, repost, translate, and/or claim any of my works as your own.

[cod-indulgences]

TF141 x female!reader, poly tf141, oral, nipple and breast abuse, overstimulation, vibrators, squirting, Dom/sub, subspace, free use dynamics

under the cut for length

part 2 of this

Soap makes it to the car first by virtue of being a dirty cheater, yanking Gaz back by the shirt collar with a whoop. He barely waits for the door to slide closed before he's on you, yanking your skirt up and panties down. Gaz picks up the discarded bit of cloth and fucking smells it, holding your gaze as he licks the soaked cotton.

Your pussy clenches and Johnny moans, settled right at eye level with your clit, thumbing your folds apart to lick up your come with a flat, hot tongue. You squeal and reach for Gaz as Price and Simon climb into the front, needing someone to hold onto as Soap shoves his tongue into you with no warning.

He's enthusiastic with your pussy, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it hard enough to make you shout, Gaz groping your breasts as you squirm. Soap can't move, he's wedged into the footwell between Price's seat and yours, which means his broad shoulders have your thighs splayed and your body wedged back into your seat, no escape from his mouth. The vibrator is still in you as well, curved up against your g-spot, and you keep clamping down on it when Soap drags you close to coming. He won't let you get there though, the fucker, and you gasp for Price to have mercy on your poor swollen clit, just let you come, you behaved at the bar-

Price laughs and shakes his head. "Still not my decision love," he says, and you look at Simon who waves the remote at you cheekily.

"Not sure I like you looking to him first, you know I've got the control tonight," he says, and "Gaz, go ahead and get rough with her tits if she's having a hard time not coming."

You moan in despair as Soap wiggles his tongue along your hole where the vibrator sits, and Gaz drags your shirt up and off, bra coming with it in a tangle of elastic. Your skirt is just a belt around your waist now and you whine as Gaz kisses your neck, soft and sweet, before he gets your nipple in his hand and pinches. You yelp and then shout louder as he squeezes, your nipple crushed between his thumb and finger, unable to push him away enough for relief. When he finally lets go you gasp and shudder, sobbing as Soap pops his mouth off your clit.

"You act like you hate it, bonnie, but I'm fucking near drowning in your cunt," he says, and rubs his jaw through your pussy to prove it, letting the other men hear the wet sloppy sounds. Gaz groans, and you flinch as he pinches your other nipple, but he lets go before he can bruise it like the other- instead, oh fuck, he's slapping your tits instead, hard smacks of his hand that make you yelp, pinned down between both men. Each suck and lick at your cunt drags you closer to orgasm, each smack on your breasts startles you out of it, Gaz pinching ruthlessly when he thinks you're getting too close. Your breasts are soon marked with little red bruises, your nipples swollen and sore where he's twisted them and tugged until you sobbed at him to let go, and your clit is a solid hot throb between your legs.

Then Simon turns the vibrator on.

You scream loud enough Price's hands jerk at the wheel. "Fuck, fuck, Simon please I need to come I need it please- please, god, oh fuck oh god, Simon, Simon please please please!!" Soap's on your clit, sucking it so hard he's got nearly your whole pussy pulled into his mouth; Gaz has twisted himself around to get both hands on your tits and is pulling your nipples so tight you think they're going to come off, and through it all the vibrator buzzes, unstoppable, stronger and stronger until you don't have anything left in you but the hair-thin control of not allowed to come yet.

Under your screaming and Soap's moaning and Gaz's swearing you hear a command you'd die for right now.

"You can come, love."

You know you scream again, back arching as much as it can, and your eyes roll back as you come and come and come, a full body spasm that doesn't stop, because Simon hasn't turned the vibrator back off.

You sob and beg, weeping, Gaz releasing your nipples with a rush of blood back to the abused flesh that stings and burns, and when finally the damned thing falls quiet you collapse against Gaz, limp.

Soap lays his head against your thigh, panting, and through the come-drunk haze you hear him gasp "Fuck Si, I wasn't joking about drowning, she just squirted down my fucking throat," and you hear him groan and shudder between your legs- oh, he was jerking off to you coming, and there's a wet splatter on your pussy as his come streaks over you.

Gaz moans and thumbs your nipples, and you whine, too fucked to protest, as he drags you to lay across the seat. Your mouth falls open as he gets his cock out and works it between your lips, holding your head in both hands and fucking up into your mouth like a sex toy- you can't move, and just let him take you, drooling down his cock. You can't even muster up the energy to choke when his cock bumps into your throat, then deeper. Everything is too soft, too blissed out and fucked out, your body thrumming with phantom sensations as Gaz uses your throat. He comes fast, pushing you down all the way, and you manage to swallow some of his come before he lifts you up and the rest drools out down your chin.

The door opens- oh, you're home. Simon looks at you upside down from where your head hangs over Gaz's lap.

"sweet thing, you look rode hard and put away wet," he comments, and you giggle at him.

"Not rode an'thin yet Siiii," and he lifts you up and carries you in where Price has turned the lamps on in the bedroom. Soap and Gaz trail behind you, the two men stumbling up the steps, come drunk on their own.

Simon spills you out onto the bed, and you smile giddily up at Price as he strips the belt from his pants, and snaps the leather.

[kiplex]

✧ Thinking abt modern day Dragon Sylus ✧

Dragon Sylus x Reader

NSFW, Minors DNI!

Tags: Sylus having dragonisim, biting, mentions of mating/breeding but not really though..., RAW next question

A/N: This is not my Sylus birthday fic, wrote this on my lunch LMFAOOO. Also a crumb of NSFW, I just in good faith could not post three Caleb fics in a row.

Dragon Sylus who hoards your shirts and sweaters because they smell like you. He would never actually admit it to you, but you picked up on it when half of your wardrobe hasn't come back from the N109 Zone. You’ve started leaving them on purpose because it's actually really sweet. 

Dragon Sylus who is always giving you shiny things, he gets really offended when you turn something down. It's shiny??? Who cares if it's expensive!? He doesn't understand why you won't accept his shiny things :(( 

Dragon Sylus who doesn't really sleep much, but will pretend to just so he can watch you sleep. It's purely innocent. He loves watching the way your chest rises and falls, the soft little coos you'll let out sometime, he swears he falls in love with you more everyday.

Dragon Sylus who HATES the big light in his room and will avoid turning it on at all costs, prompting him to invest in fairy lights for you so you don’t stumble over things.

Dragon Sylus who bites you constantly, most of the time not hard enough to leave a mark. Well... actually most of the time it is to leave a mark, but it's how he shows his affection!! He can’t help it.

Dragon Sylus who does in fact go into heat in the spring. The first spring you guys were together he claimed he had a business meeting to attend out of the city, when in reality he was posted up in his room fisting his cock over and over again to a picture of you. 

Dragon Sylus who, next spring, tells you about his predicament. He’s hesitant to tell you because he knows you’ll do anything to help… but that's the problem; 

“I don’t think you understand sweetie, it’s… a mating thing. I won’t stop until I think you are carrying my child. While it’s sweet of you to offer yourself, I don’t wanna make you uncom-""Who said it would make me uncomfortable Sy?” 

Dragon Sylus who can’t believe he’s lived as long as he had and spent every heat alone. His throbbing cock surrounded by the walls of your tight cunt, he doesn’t understand how he abstained from this all these years. 

Dragon Sylus who pulls you into the meanest mating press, your walls spasming around him as you babble out how you want him to make you a mommy, to bear his offspring.

Dragon Sylus who rams so deep in your cervix you can feel it in your stomach practically. He keeps hitting that spot over and over until you’re seeing stars and you cum around his length.

Dragon Sylus who cums into your abused little pussy, as you squirm and cry that it’s too much. He just nuzzles your neck leaving another pretty little mark.

Dragon Sylus who knew if you weren’t on birth control, you would’ve been pregnant with his child.

[bokunoheros]

ཐིཋྀ KINKTOBER - day 25 somno : shouta aizawa/eraserhead

warnings : afab reader, somno obvi, not consensual somno, dub-con, thigh fucking

word count :  630

🐙 note : i hate writing for him i'm sorry it's so short i cannot stand his ass

shouta often came home late, being a pro hero and a teacher was a tough life to live. thankfully aizawa had you around to relieve him of his stress, whether that be by making him dinner or giving him massages, he was always grateful for your support.

so when he came home tonight he didn’t expect you to be knocked out on the couch, a small note left on the kitchen fridge in your adorable handwriting. it read, “welcome home baby, dinner is in the fridge just put it in the microwave for about 2 minutes. lots of love!” signed with your name. shouta smiled to himself, you always worked so hard to be there for him and he appreciated it so much. 

he ate his dinner and put away the dishes, finding you still passed out peacefully on the couch in a rather odd position. he carefully picked you up and brought you to the bedroom, lying you down softly on the mattress. he looked back at your sleeping figure, you looked so peaceful. so… vulnerable. it makes his dick ache. 

after quickly stripping down to just his boxers, he crawls into bed next to you, spooning your smaller form as one strong arm wraps around your waist and the other begins groping one of your tits. he unintentionally is digging his nose into your neck, taking in the way you smell that has him feeling weak. he lets himself give you light kisses on your nape that escalates into sucking softly on the skin, leaving purple bruises along you. 

you stir a bit, causing him to pause his movements, but once you calm down he’s right back at it. he doesn’t mean to make advances on you really, but he can’t help it, you’re just so beautiful while sleeping and your body is so warm and inviting. his hips are moving on their own, as he quietly humps against your soft ass that’s hardly covered by his shirt that you’re wearing. 

“nngh—” you whimper in your sleep and shouta feels his cock twitch in his way too tight boxers, which he’s quick to pull down, just enough to free his erection, and he hisses quietly at the exposure to the cool night air. 

whatever. the air was about to get real humid real fast.

carefully he moves you so that you’re laying on your stomach with your ass up, staring at your body aizawa feels his own cheeks heat up, the sight before him is so lewd, so dirty, and you had absolutely no idea it was even happening.

he feels bad, truly he knows you never talked about this together but he can’t help himself. he looks at your lying form, so pure and peaceful. he thinks to himself it’ll be ok, they just want me to relieve my stress.

he leans down to your shoulder and gives you a kiss on the cheek, grabbing his hard cock in his hand and lining it up between your thighs, he pushes in between them and shivers at the warm feeling of your skin. pushing in and out between your thighs, fucking them gently, he holds onto your waist wrapping his long arms around them and groaning into your ear. you stir a bit but don’t actually wake up, making the idea that you could all the more enticing for shouta. he pushes until he feels that familiar knot in his stomach and he pulls out from your warm flesh to pump his dick and eventually cum on your exposed back, leaving you like that he goes to get a wet rag and lay you back down on the bed. you sleep peacefully, awakening the next morning wrapped in his arms without an inkling of what happened last night.

[theweirdonelmstreet]

yandere popular girl, who at first didn’t like you and always trash talked you!

yandere popular girl, who gets mad when other people make fun of your looks and body! no one gets to disrespect you like that!

yandere popular girl, who beats up anyone for you! what’s that on her shirt? oh it’s just ketchup!

yandere popular girl, who loves to play with your hair! (she also steals all of your shampoo and conditioner)

yandere popular girl, who loves to put her face in between your plush thighs! please squeeze her face a little harder!

yandere popular girl, who secretly wants you to sit on her face! she’s just embarrassed to ask!

yandere popular girl, who loves scissoring with you! keep rubbing against her just like that!

yandere popular girl, who moans so loudly when you eat her pussy! just gag her with your fingers or panties, you can tell she loves it especially when she starts to moan louder!

yandere popular girl, who stalks you everyday! she’s just making sure you get home safe!

yandere popular girl, who steals your panties and humps them while she moans your name!

yandere popular girl, who loves pda! she kisses your neck and lips in public all the time! she might pull you away to eat your sweet pussy!

yandere popular girl, who loves to wear a strap and spread your pretty fat pussy open on it! watching you fall apart and cum all over it!

“You look so cute, making a mess everywhere pretty girl!”

she also loves when it’s her turn to get her pussy opened up by you! making her, a drooling slutty mess!

yandere popular girl, who loves to spoil you, and buy you new clothes every day!

yandere popular girl, who will always reassure you, so stop trying to hide yourself from her!

yandere popular girl, who hates when y’all argue, please don’t be mad at her! she promises she didn’t mean to kill that guy, he was looking at you funny!

yandere popular girl, who hates it even more when you ignore her. why aren’t you responding to her messages?, why did you ignore her calling you?, are you cheating on her? she’ll kill whoever it is..

yandere popular girl, who shows up at your house unannounced, and when you try to close the door she forces herself inside. do you not love her anymore? please don’t leave her!

yandere popular girl, who gets on her knees and starts begging for forgiveness. she’ll do anything, just for you not to ignore her!

yandere popular girl, who decided that your going home with her, whether you like it or not!

yandere popular girl, who makes sure that her house is nice and comfortable for you! do you like the bed? she picked it out in your favorite color(s). who likes to hand feed you! don’t be brat, swallow the food or she’ll have to force you.

yandere popular girl, who watches you shower, and slips her fingers inside her warm wet cunt and starts to play with her clit! who has to stifle her moans when you bend over, giving her the perfect view of your tight wet pussy and fat ass!

yandere popular girl, who loves to watch you play with your fat pussy! the way your fingers slide in and out of you makes her eyes roll back! then when you switch positions and put your ass in the air, it gives her the perfect view! oh how badly she wishes to hump your perfect cunt against hers!

she eventually goes to her room and starts to play with her pussy too! fantasizing about you 69ing with her and putting your full weight on her and suffocating her face in your fat cunt! she’s so desperate for you!

yandere popular girl, who never forces herself on you, waiting patiently till you want to be intimate again!

but when the day comes, she gets so happy that you spread your legs open for her to have a taste! she dives right in, pulling your panties to the side and enjoying her meal! use her and make a mess everywhere please! she’s begging you to use her like the slut she is!

yandere popular girl, who does get her wish for you to sit on her face!(wont go in full detail unless asked)

yandere popular girl, who will NEVER let you leave her! she’ll just hire some people to hunt you down if you even try it!

(ugh i just can’t stop thinking about her!)

lowercase writing is intentional

[astroyongie]

Ateez: When You Are Feeling Self Conscious About Your Body

Note: I figure that with Easter here and many of us having big meetings and often they are related to food, that this post could help some of you who are self conscious about these things <3 remember to take it easy and to be indulgent with yourself. I hope you guys enjoy <3

Hongjoong

It was evening, and you were in your bedroom, trying to find something to wear to a dinner with your friends and Hongjoong. The world outside has quieted, but your mind hasn’t no matter how hard you tried. You’re standing in front of the mirror, wearing a simple black tank top and shorts. nothing fancy, nothing done-up since the dinner would be something rather chill between friends and not something classy. You hadn't noticed how Hongjoong was in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching you silently. He notices the way your fingers tug at the hem of your shirt. The way your eyes flick away from your own reflection like it hurts to look at yourself.

“You’re doing it again.” Hongjoong says softly, from behind you

You flinch just slightly, half because you’re startled but also because you know exactly what he means. You don’t answer. instead you shake your head a little before you spoke, your voice coming out quieter than intended.

“It’s just… I look like this. And you look like you. It doesn’t feel fair.” There was a silence, before you added, looking away from him,“I don’t want people to look at us and think you settled. Or that I’m… staining you.”

There’s a long pause. You don’t hear footsteps, but you eventually feel Hongjoong behind you, his warmth ghosting your back before his arms wrap slowly around your waist. Not tight. Just present. Just there.

“Staining me?” Hongjoong murmurs, his lips brushing your shoulder, “Is that what you think you’re doing when I can’t keep my hands off you?” he asked, his voice lowering, “When I see you walk into a room and I forget what I was saying? When your voice is the one I listen for even in silence?”

You feel him breathe in against your back, as if inhaling you makes the air steadier in his lungs.

“You want to know what ruins me?” Hongjoong asked, gently turning you to face him, cupping your jaw so tenderly it makes your throat ache, “Watching you shrink yourself because someone, somewhere, made you think your worth had anything to do with numbers, shapes,” He doesn’t say you’re beautiful like it’s a defense. He says it like it’s law. “Wear whatever you want. Let me be proud of you the way you won’t be of yourself. I’ll do it until you can.”

Mingi

Today was supposed to be chill, just a shopping spree with Mingi after a long week of work. And god, you really were trying to be casual about it, pretending to enjoy the process, but you’ve been stuck in the dressing room a little too long now and you hated how each time this was the same. Mingi had picked up this dress for you and he was so excited so of course you had to try it on.

But fuck why did you felt so disgusted by the mere sight of yourself?

The new outfit hugs you in a way you’re not ready to see. All of these flaws, jumping straight to your eyes and you hated it. Why couldn't you just shop in peace like all those pretty girls? You step out of the dressing room hesitantly, tugging at the fabric.

Mingi's sitting just outside in one of whose small couches, phone down, eyes up as soon as he noticed your presence. He looks at you for a full second. Not a polite glance, but a full, slow look. He sighed quietly

“You’re already bracing for me to lie, aren’t you?” Mingi asked

You swallowed. “It just… doesn’t fit right.”

He stood up, stepping closer to you before he suddenly tugged the mirror curtain closed behind you both so no one else could see what you both were on about.

“It fits like it was made for you. The only thing not fitting here is the idea that you’re anything less than stunning.” Mingi whispered, brushing your hair away, fingers grazing your neck, his voice a low whisper, “They don’t make mirrors that show you what I see. That’s the problem.”

And you felt your eyes teary up as he pulled you into a hug. Maybe, just in this moment, he had helped you fix something you never thought was needed to fix

San

You were laying down with San in your share bed, legs tangled as you were scrolling Instagram after an evening out with the whole group and their partners. It was something that has become an habit and tonight, Hongjoong had posted a few group photos that you all take throughout the night together. You clicked on the notifications, only to see this picture of yourself from an unflattering angle, and your heart sank.

You knew, or at least believed, that you weren't very pretty and this pictures and how you looked truly sent you down a dissociative and body dismorphia spiral. You locked your phone and quietly pulled the blanket up, turning your face away.

San was lying next to you, playing some phone games. after a few moments, he finally sensed that there was a shift in your behavior, which made him look over at you

“What happened?”

You didn't answer him, pretending you were asleep which made him sighed since this was a typical scene for him. San gently tugs the blanket down and rests his forehead against yours, trying to get your attention

"What's up?"

".. the picture Hongjoong posted" you murmured ever so quietly

“You saw a version of yourself that doesn’t match the one in your head, didn’t you?”

You nod slowly, eyes stinging with stubborn tears which made him sigh and pull you into a tight hug.

“I saw that picture too. You looked real. Warm. Beautiful. Like the only person in the frame I wanted to kiss.” He said, kissing your cheek in a comforting way. Then your jaw and neck, his lips lingering at your collarbone “and if anyone else couldn’t see it… their eyes weren’t meant for you anyway.”

Seonghwa

You just got out of the shower after a very long day of work. Your skin was flushed, hair damp, body wrapped in a towel while the stubborn fog in the bathroom clung into the walls of your shared bathroom with Seonghwa.

To be honest with yourself you were avoiding the mirror ever since last week. You hated how it seemed like your body was unflattering, how you couldn't help but notice the weight clinging unto your hips. You were so self absorbed in your negative thoughts that you didn't notice Seonghwa walked in. He caught the way your arms are crossed, not from cold, but self-consciousness as you looked at the figged mirror, only to advert your eyes and to repeat the process.

Seonghwa paused in the doorway, waiting to see if you noticed him. when he noticed that you didn't, he finally came closer.

“You look like a painting when you’re like this.”

You scoffed, your eyes going to him as you tried to push the towel more securely around yourself. "Stop lying to me"

"I am not lying."

"I look fucking disgusting" you snapped and Seonghwa went quiet for a moment.

Once you looked away, eyes stinging with tears, Seonghwa stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. he kissed your head before leaning his chin on your shoulder.

“No makeup. No posing. Just skin and warmth and you.” he murmured. "That's enough"

"You don't understand. I have to try to be more beautiful, try to be--"

You were cut off by his fingers tracing the edge of the towel at your back. “You don’t have to try. You never did.” he whispered the reassurance, pulling you into a soft hug, his heart aching. hoping that one way you would understand that you didn't needed to change to be loved. just to be yourself.

Wooyoung

You swore you were going to just cancel it out because there was no way you would go out looking like a piglet ham. you were halfway into getting dressed for an event with Wooyoung, knowing you needed to look extra fancy tonight. You had chose a dress you loved at first when you bought it, but now, in the mirror of your shared bedroom with your boyfriend, it felt “too much.” Too tight. Too revealing.

A ham. You were about to take it off, curse it out, cry and just tell Wooyoung that you weren't going no where when he entered the room, still buttoning his shirt. He saw the look on your face, frowning.

"What?"

"I look like a piglet"

"uh?" Wooyoung asked confused as he looked at you not understanding, "what are you on about?"

"I am taking this off." You said your hands ready to get rid of the dress

“Don’t." Wooyoung's voice almost sounded like an order, "Please don’t take it off yet.”

You froze, giving him a confused look as he walked over you slowly. Wooyoung brushed his knuckles against your bare shoulders, sighing

“You were made to wear softness like armor. Look at you.. You look beautiful” he reassured you and you sighed, feeling the tears rolling down your cheek

"I feel disgusting Woo"

“That's on your head love. You look like a goddess, so please don't take it off.. I will be the one taking it off for you tonight. and I promise I will show you how much you are beautiful”

and Wooyoung did.

Yeosang

To be honest, you hated summer time. It was always hot, you would sweat bunches and the mosquitoes were your biggest enemy. Or perhaps the second, the first being the way it was too hot to wear sweaters and you had to wear summer clothing, which meant to show more of your skin and body.

And that terrorized you deeply, and it was partially why you didn't understood how Yeosang could love you. you and him were out for a walk, and you had decided to wear a tank top out in the sun for the first time in a while, and every step felt like too many eyes were on your arms, your chest, your thighs.

you hated it.

Yeosang had noticesd the way your hand hovers near your stomach, the way you keep adjusting your shirt. He first tried to ignore, thinking you were just itchy but then it became clear that you were uncomfortable.

Yeosang leaned in, murmuring in your ear, "What's wrong?"

"I feel awful thats what's wrong... I hate summer.. I feel so uncomfortable" you said and Yeosang nodded. he knew how much you struggled with your body and he had always been supportive of you.

“If you’re worried about how they see you… just walk closer to me.”

You glance up at him, "closer to you?" you asked and he nodded

“I’ll absorb their gaze. Shield you." Yeosang said with a smile, "Don't worry love, I will make sure to be there.”

And Yeosang does. throughout the walk, he had rested his hand on your lower back like a promise. He would hold your hand when you felt nervous, or used his body as a shield whenever he felt you umconfortable. Kiss you, whenever he felt you spiraling.

You didn't know but, to Yeosang, you were his favorite sight in the world.

Yunho

You hated mornings after a night out for dinner, usually because you always indulged yourself in the food which resulted by you feeling heavy in the next morning. You were in bed, wearing an oversized shirt from Yunho, no makeup, hair wild from sleep. You felt messy. Bloated. Unsexy. You figured that maybe if you tried to slip away before Yunho wakes up, you could at least try to put some make up and do something about your bloated self--

Too late.

Yunho rolled over the moment you were getting up from bed. He scoffed, one big hand going to your wrist and pulling you in again which made you yelp.

“You trying to sneak away from me?” Yunho asked, voice still husky with sleep

You offer a sheepish shrug. "I try. but you are playing against me"

"Hm. why do you look uncomfortable?"

"because I am huge. I lack discipline" you complained and he clicked his tongue. He tugged you once again so you would be under him, resting his forehead on yours.

“You’re always running from your reflection"

"I hate it"

"it’s the only thing I want to chase.” Yunho murmured, his arms wrapping themselves around you as he gently caressed your body to prove his point. He kissds the hollow of your throat, sighing happily.

"Yunho.."

“shh.. Let me show you how good you already are.”

Jongho

You and Jongho were in a small café patio, in the early afternoon that he was able to take off from work. you were seated at a little round table laughing, sharing food, sun on your skin. You had been nervous to order dessert, but Jongho had nudged you softly

“If you want it, have it. Don’t let shame win.”

So you did.

You were halfway through a slice of this sweet cake when one of your co workers walked by. Out of politeness, you greeted them, doing small talk with a tight smile as they had decided to comment on your food.

“Wow, you’re really indulging today, huh? I wish I had that kind of confidence.” they had say in a laughing tone.

It’s a joke. A joke. But it lands like a brick to your chest. You freeze for just a second, your spoon midair. Your smile doesn’t falter, not fully as you’ve trained yourself too well. You laugh it off, murmuring a polite answer.

But Jongho watches you.

Watches the way your hand pauses. Watches the flicker of shame pass through your eyes. He doesn’t say anything at first. Just turns his gaze to the person who spoke, tilts his head with that slow, unreadable calm of his. The silence stretches, heavy, pointed.

“You know what’s wild?” he asked the coworker, his voice quiet but clear

The person raises a brow. “What?”

“That you thought you could say something like that and still be welcome in this moment.”

There’s a pause. You feel your heart pound, your eyes widening at Jongho's comment .

“If her dessert makes you uncomfortable, maybe it’s your own reflection you should be questioning.” Jungho added, still calm and gently but not backing down

Your coworker sputters a quick apology, an awkward, fake, and fleeing one before they disappeared inside the cafe shop. Jongho waited until they were gone before he turned to you. Not with pity but with devotion.

“Don’t let them make you question something you earned. You wanted it. You enjoyed it. You deserve it.”

Jongho then picked up your spoon and feed you the next bite himself. His thumb brushes the corner of your mouth like it’s the most sacred thing he’s ever touched

“You’re not too much. Not too full. Not too anything. You’re mine. And that means they don’t get to touch you. not even with their words.”

[rafes-slut]

You love being brat and pissing rafe off because it turns you on

Pairing: dom!Rafe Cameron x Brat!Reader

Warnings: Smut, degradation, rough fingering, dirty talk, choking, slight dom/sub dynamics, power play, toxic dynamic, Rafe being aggressive and controlling, reader enjoys anger/roughness, cursing, overstimulation, possessive behavior, jealousy, (fingering), mildly embarrassing arousal, manhandling, general smutty tension — 18+ ONLY

You loved getting Rafe mad.

No—loved wasn’t even the word. It was your favorite game, your favorite pastime, and honestly, probably your worst habit. But there was just something about the way his eyes darkened, his jaw clenched so hard it looked like it hurt, and how those thick veins in his neck and arms would pop, that did things to you.

And you’d been doing it since the two of you got together—pushing his buttons on purpose, picking petty fights, saying reckless shit just because you knew it’d make him lose it. And when he lost it. God. You could practically come untouched. His voice would raise, his tone sharp and biting, and your thighs would press together like it was muscle memory—your body betraying you every damn time.

It was embarrassing.

It was dirty.

And it turned you on more than anything in the world.

At first, Rafe hadn’t gotten it. He used to think you were just being difficult, being bratty because you were bored. But somewhere along the way, he figured it out—noticed how you’d bite your lip when he got in your face, how your breathing got shallow, your pupils blown wide when he’d call you out, snap at you, manhandle you.

He knew.

And the sickest part. He liked it, too.

You were his girl—his problem, his obsession—and as much as you drove him insane, he’d never leave you high and dry. Even when you didn’t deserve to be touched, especially when you didn’t deserve it.

Today you had really pushed it.

He was beyond pissed, and for once, he wasn’t playing. You’d been poking and poking all damn day—hanging out with people he hated, talking back, running your mouth like you wanted him to snap.

"Get your ass over here. Now."

His voice was low, deadly, dangerous. He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, blue eyes like fire. His chest was heaving and his teeth clenched so tight his jaw looked like it might crack.

You swallowed thickly, eyes flicking down to his arms, watching as his biceps flexed when his fists curled. Veins thick and prominent. He was fuming.

You should have been scared.

Instead, you were soaked.

You didn’t move fast enough. His patience, already threadbare, snapped as he crossed the room in two quick strides, grabbing your arm and dragging you to him roughly. His hand gripped your jaw, fingers digging in, forcing you to look at him.

“You’ve been pissing me off all day, and now you think you’re gonna stand there and play innocent?” His voice was venomous, his breath hot against your lips. “You think I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing?”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Your brain was mush, your panties ruined.

He let out a bitter laugh, his hand sliding down from your jaw to your throat, gripping—not tight, but firm enough to make your breath catch. “You love this, don’t you? Love getting me mad. You get wet from it.”

Your silence betrayed you. He felt the slight tremble in your legs.

“Fucking sick little girl,” he hissed, pushing you backward until your knees hit the bed, and you fell onto it with a small gasp. “You’ve been begging for it all damn day, but I’m too fucking pissed to give it to you.”

Your heart sank for a second, arousal turning into needy frustration. “Rafe—”

“Shut the fuck up.” His tone was sharp, and your mouth snapped shut instantly.

He dropped to his knees in front of you, jerking your thighs apart, not giving a damn that you were in just a shirt—his shirt—and panties. The way his eyes darkened when he saw the damp patch on the fabric made you whimper.

“This what you wanted? Wanted to be used?” He yanked your panties down roughly, tossing them aside. “Not gonna fuck you. Don’t deserve it. But I’ll make you cum so hard you’ll remember who owns this pussy.”

His fingers were rough, thick digits plunging into you before you could even breathe, let alone adjust. Your back arched off the bed, a loud moan ripping out of your throat.

“Yeah, that’s right. Take it.” His voice was low, brutal, his fingers pumping into you at a brutal pace, knuckles deep, curling in just the right spot. “You wanted this, didn’t you? This is why you’ve been acting like a little brat.”

You nodded frantically, tears pricking your eyes from how hard he was going, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit in a way that had you seeing stars.

His other hand came up, gripping your throat again, harder this time, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. “You get off on me being mad, huh? Fucking filthy, baby. You’re such a dirty little slut for me.”

Your legs were shaking, breath coming in ragged pants, hips trying to jerk away from the relentless assault of his fingers, but he didn’t let up.

“You’re not going anywhere. Take it. Take it like a good fucking girl.”

Your vision blurred as your climax slammed into you like a freight train—loud, messy, shaking with the force of it as you sobbed his name. But he didn’t stop.

“Not done. You wanted to play, now take the consequences.” His fingers didn’t stop. If anything, they went faster, harder, dragging another orgasm out of you so soon it was too much.

You were crying by the time he finally pulled away, your thighs soaked, pussy wrecked, his fingers glistening. He wiped them on your inner thigh, eyes dark and full of possession.

“You’re mine. Don’t fucking forget it.” His voice was still harsh, but softer than before, and he leaned down, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips, pulling a whimper from your throat.

“And next time you want to make me mad,” he murmured, biting your lip, “I’m fucking your brains out.”