#chug x reader

[tokyothirstygang]

Thinking about big dick Chifuyu who doesn’t know how to handle the gift God has given him

You two have been in bed for what feels like hours trying to get his dick to fit inside you and it’s more of a task than either of you imagined. He’s eaten you out over and over, sucking and licking at your clit while putting three fingers inside you to try to open you up more. Though you’ve already come multiple times, it hasn’t been while he’s inside you and it’s making both of you crazy.

“Just jack me off.” He sounds defeated as he starts to move away from you. “This isn’t going to work.”

You grab him by his face and pull him back in for a kiss.

“Don’t say that. We can figure this out. We just have to try something else.” You counter.

He sighs and sinks back down on top of you.

“We’ve been trying forever. I can’t get it in.”

You distract him with a make out session while you develop a new game plan. He’s in the process of placing kisses all over your neck when you realize what you have to do.

“Chifuyu?”

“Hmm?”

His eyes meet yours and they’re dark with lust.

He needs to cum and he needs it badly.

“You just have to push it in all the way. Don’t stop until you’re deep inside me.”

His cock twitches against your thigh, and you know he wants nothing more than to tear you in half. But sweet chifuyu thinks with his head and not his cock so he’s still hesitant.

“I don’t know, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You've been waiting since the first time you laid eyes on him for this moment and are more than willing to do anything to make it work.

“I can take it. I promise.” You pull him in and press your lips to his again. “Just fuck me, Chifuyu.”

He’s cautious sliding back into you, and when you’re already gasping and wriggling away when he’s only a third of the way in, you feel him start to draw back.

“No! Don’t stop. I can take it, I promise!” You plead, though he’s already almost stretched you to your typical limit.

“Are you sure?” His eyebrows furrow and you notice a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. His arms are on either side of you and the veins are threatening to burst through skin.

He’s using all his strength to hold back from slamming all the way into you.

“Yes! Just keep going.”

He nods working himself in a little deeper.

You involuntarily shriek at the sensation of being filled up and stretched more than you ever thought possible but you tell him to keep going so he does.

Soon you’re a complete mess beneath him. A moaning, screaming, watery eyed mess begging him to go deeper.

When he’s finally mostly inside you, he’s pressing kisses all over your face, brushing your hair aside, and apologizing.

“I’m sorry…fuck, I know it’s big. I’m sorry…you just feel so fucking good…”

He’s alternating between apologizing and thrusting deeper when, by some divine miracle, you open up fully for him and he slips the rest of the way into you.

Both of you are surprised and when your eyes meet his you see something has changed within him.

The sweet cautious man who was too scared to fuck you is gone and he’s been replaced with someone far more devious.

A low growl escapes him as he lowers himself so that his mouth is near your ear. He leans in close and whispers “I’m going to make this pussy mine.”

Then he lets you have all the sexual energy he’s been holding back. He’s got your legs up on his shoulders, pounding down into you while you cry out his name over and over.

The more you moan and scream his name the harder he fucks you.

“You take this big cock even better than I thought you would. Fuck- You like being used like this don’t you?”

You can barely believe THIS is the same person who was too shy to kiss you first.

Now he’s on top of you talking like he invented sex.

[blindmagdalena]

How do you think homelander would be with an s/o that casually likes to share food and drinks? Like they offer him a sip of their drink or are always trying to get him to try their food but on the other hand they also casually will take his drink (probably a glass of milk) and take a sip before handing it back

Also I feel like homie would be a huge crybaby with anything that’s too sour or spicy food/drink wise.

"Try a sip?" You offer, holding your strawberry lemonade out to Homelander.

He's taken aback. "Uh... sure." He moves to take the drink, but you beat him by simply bringing the straw closer to his lips. He feels a little silly—like a kid being spoon fed—but he obligingly takes a sip. He can't stop himself before he makes a face: it's much too sweet, and the sour doesn't help it any.

You laugh. He bristles initially, but you're not laughing at him, he realizes. You look sympathetic as you pull the drink away. "Not a fan?"

"No," he says flatly, wiping his lips.

"Maybe next time."

Sure enough, there are many, many next time's. Whenever you're eating or drinking something new, you've stopped asking before putting it in front of his mouth, and he's stopped questioning it. He's come to love the way you always feed it to him yourself.

He rarely ever likes what you have him sample, but it's not about the food, really. It's about the hundreds of tiny things you do each day to make him feel like a part of your life. It's about how eagerly you share your every little experience with him.

It's as if somehow you know just how much he's missed out on.

"Is this just milk?" You ask one day, pointing to his glass.

A small part of him braces. Will you think that's strange? "Yes." He watches you lift it without a thought and take a little sip of it. You wrinkle your nose, and he smiles, that flash of tension easing from his body. "Not a fan?"

"Not really," you admit, setting it back down.

"Maybe next time," he says fondly, taking a hefty swig of his own.

[rungssparemodelpieces]

Human, taking a seat at Swerve’s: “Excuse me, bartender, I’m hoping for a bit of a recommendation.”

Swerve: “Sure, whatcha like?”

Human, smirking and giving a wink: “I’d like a short, chatty drink of a bot.”

Swerve, fans blowing hard as he pulls the fire alarm: “Everybody out, bar’s closed!”

[liminarystars]

Hey again !! Ik I just requested 😭- but could you pls write a drabble for Larry and Sal (separately) w/ their midsized!fem!reader gf celebrating her birthday? It's almost my birthday lol and I'd absolutely love it if you could write something :'D !! No pressure ofc !!

I'd like to imagine getting high with Larry and Sal on readers bday ! Larry painting for reader, Sally playing his guitar for her, the three playing video games, and the whole gang (Larry, Sal, Ash, Todd, Neil, Maple, Chug, Travis, etc.) just celebrating readers birthday and having fun ^_^ ! Larry and Sal go out of their way to make readers birthday extra special bc they're just absolute sweethearts like that :') !!

a/n: happy birthday! (lowkey hope this is before your birthday but idk) also, jarred one of my left fingers, so typing was hard. :|

characters: sal fisher, larry johnson

ft: todd morrison, ashley campbell, travis phelps, maple cohen, chug cohen, neil and lisa johnson

⋆˙⟡♡❀ sal fisher

✮⋆˙ like i have said before, he would try his hardest to draw you something. sal's shitty drawings >

✮⋆˙ boy would write a whole song for your birthday, like a little ballad on his guitar

✮⋆˙ it depends if your having a party or not

✮⋆˙ if not, he'd just spend time with you. a nice home date for your birthday. he wouldn't wear his mask or bother with his clothes and do what you wanna do. wether it be a movie or just cuddling. he'll do it.

✮⋆˙ if you have a party, he'd be clinging to your side. i don't think he'd like parties. too loud for him.

✮⋆˙ he would attempt to make you cupcakes.

⋆˙⟡♡❀ larry johnson

✮⋆˙ birthdays with him would be a expirence

✮⋆˙ 100% would be getting high with him.

✮⋆˙ he would gift you a beautiful painting. either one of you or like a landscape.

✮⋆˙ if you don't have a party and choose to just chill with him, he'd be fine with that.

✮⋆˙ listening to sanity's fall >

✮⋆˙ at a party, he'd just have to be careful of lisa if he's dishing out weed.

✮⋆˙ he and his mum would bake you a cake.

© 2024 liminarystars - all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate or plagerise my content.

[queenimmadolla]

Eddie’s face when you tell him you ate a couple of sour patch kids and no water at all the entire day

[undermine-the-instinct]

Neuvillete is definitely the type to ask you "Did you drink any water today" if you say you have a headache

[nmakii]

dead girl walking is stuck in my head soo…

imagine being drunk at night, about to be publicly humiliated in front of everyone. you’re deciding on what you should do while you still have your dignity… and there you see a familiar face in one of the houses. climbing up, and snapping his window lock, vox is at the very least shocked to see you.

[thankspete]

masterlist

*indicates smut / updated 6/20/24

dylan o’brien

Swimsuits & Sangria* ➙ Pt II: Cure for a Red Wine Hangover* (coming soon!)

Unfair*

Reunion*

A Year By Your Side ➙ Summer ➙ Autumn* ➙ Winter* ➙ Spring* (in progress!)

5 seconds of summer

recent works When Our Friend Isn’t Around | C.H. ➙ Pt I: The Patio ➙ Pt II: The Kitchen ➙ Pt III: The Living Room* ➙ Pt IV: The Guest Bedroom*

Poolside* | C.H. (coming soon!)

7+ year old works, untouched & unedited (i truly cannot vouch for the quality of these lmao) Sober* | M.C.

Don’t Be | C.H.

Don’t Tell Me What to Do* | C.H.

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everything i’ve written + posted to this blog (incl L.H. + A.I.) ao3: inthemorning always accepting requests/feedback here!

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Coven of Chaos: Day 533

Agatha: “If oil paint is so toxic, then why does it look like delicious colorful toothpaste”

Wanda: “If you’ve somehow survived several centuries, then how do you not comprehend that oil paint is highly carcinogenic”

Agatha: “The same kind of curiosity that lead me to reading a grimoire of dark magic that corrupted me irreparably”

Y/N: “…And that lead you to drinking an entire bottle of perfume to see how it tasted”

Wanda: “That’s what happened to my perfume?!”

[zhonglis-bum]

SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME

A few months ago I read a scaramouche x reader fic here on tumblr that has escaped from me. It was about how scara was an obsessive stalker type who was enamoured with reader and ended up getting paired up for a school project with them (oh yeah it was a collage au I believe) and he’s like bout to combust because he gets to be close to reader.

There was some other stuff about him being bullied and reader helping him and he’s going crazy. And some more other stuff about how they have to do their project at his house and he’s panicking about all the creepy pics he’s got of reader in his room and also Ei is his mom and she’s all like ‘omg you brought someone home, my loser son made a friend, you must be an angel’ or somthin like that.

Anyway if anyone recognizes this pls lemme know because I’m loosing my fucKINF MIND OMG GOD IM GOING INSANE PLEASE HELP ME FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Ty :)

[takahero]

inspired by the prompt “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile” from this list

It happens when you’re least expecting it, as these things often do.

He laughs.

Only for a second, yet it softens his entire demeanour, takes years off him. Crinkles by his eyes. Lashes kissing cheekbones. It’s boyish, playful, and so genuine that it feels like you’re looking at him for the first time.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile before.”

He glances at you, brows lifting ever so slightly. You hold each other’s gaze for a heartbeat, then look away again, back at the still night.

“There’s little occasion to,” he confesses quietly, a few moments later.

His words linger in the silence — like a secret, like a sin. He gazes into the dark, searching for something that neither of you can see.

“Well, that’s a shame,” you sigh. “I think it looks good on you.”

He’s caught off-guard by that, thoughts momentarily betrayed by a look of stunned surprise.

“Careful, now,” he murmurs, and maybe it’s just your imagination, but it sounds like he’s holding his breath. “One might think you’re becoming rather fond of me.”

[trashvampiree]

Okay, part 4 of "things the lost boys have eaten"....Dwayne....baby....your turn. Is this about to be REALLY far fetched? YEA. Anyways, so we all know Marko is such an artist like he loves art and probably has paint SOMEWHERE in the cave? See what I'm getting at?....DWAYNE WILLINGLY HAS EATEN MARKO'S PAINT AND HE'S ONLY A LITTLE SORRY, AND THAT'S BECAUSE IT TASTED HORRIBLE. He was CURIOUS, AND CAN WE BLAME HIM? NO!! MARKO EATS HIS OWN PAINT SOMETIMES!!!! MARKO WASN'T EVEN MAD!!! HE CAUGHT DWAYNE TASTING IT AND WENT "thoughts?" AND SCARED DWAYNE TO HELL AND BACK.

[thisismeracing]

Mick making you squirt for the first time and it's his first time ever making a girl squirt and he goes LEGITIMATELY feral (shocked at first but extremely turned on) after but then also the aftercare is even MORE attentive than usual

kgjsdjkjh let me add: you do it while he's fucking you in missionary so he watches not only you literally soak the mattress and wet his lower half, but he does it all switching between staring into your eyes. Aftercare with Mick can be just as good as sex with him because homeboy knows how to make you feel loved and cared for (cue to the aftercare headcanon).

Send me thots

[liminarystars]

sally face m.list

♡ Names have the links to their masterlist!

↳ sal fisher

↳ larry johnson

↳ ashley campbell

↳ todd morrison

↳ travis phelps

↳ maple cohen

↳ chug cohen

[lilyarchived]

dear god i need them

dear god please I’m begging you on my hands and knees for more ghost soap reader action, you do it so right. I’m feral

“you do it so right” is a crazy compliment you’re going to make me AHHH 🫶🏼 (this is afab!reader btw just no pronouns)

simon knows his friend has a crush on you, didn’t have to be a fuckin’ psychic to work that one out.

it was written all over his fucking face from the moment he met you, still there when you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock.

“oh L.T, that’s fuckin’ nice”

you ignored the fact that, whilst you were the one with johnny’s cock in your throat, it was your boyfriend he’d chosen to speak to. you ignored it because you knew if you thought about it too long, you wouldn’t be lasting.

simon was practicing his patience on the other end of the couch, large hands gripping his thighs so he wouldn’t rip you off your knees and place you straight in his lap.

he was practicing generosity.

johnny had been whinging his ear off about how long it’d been since he’d had a good shag and he’d got a little too bold talking about how good L.T must have it at home.

“bet ye’ open the door and yer’ one s’already fuckin’ kneeling”

“that the first thing ye’ do when you get home? empty a couple loads?”

“gaggin’ for it with you, L.T- i bet”

simon had had enough, mainly because johnny was absolutely correct and he needed to go home and deal with it- but also because it was doing his head in.

the man had enough dirty thoughts about you to power the fuckin’ atom bomb and simon thought it might be worth putting it to work. there was gains to be made on multiple fronts.

johnny had one arm along the back of the couch and the other was at your face, fingers softly stroking your cheek as you made the most deplorable sounds.

somehow, you could make choking on cock a bit cute.

it wasn’t lost on simon the way your back was arching as you forced more of his friend into your mouth, your ass shaking a little bit as you stuck it out.

an invitation.

simon was practicing generosity but that didn’t mean he had to practice total altruism. there were gains to be made on all fronts.

so whilst you were knelt with your palms flat on johnny’s thighs, his hands coaxing your head in a rhythm, simon was on his knees behind you with your trousers around your knees.

two thick fingers took one long drag up your slit, prodding at your entrance and making you jolt forward. the sudden motion had you gagging on johnny, his head tipping back with a thick moan ripping out of him.

part of being so quiet meant simon would never say it, but maybe if you asked him at just the right moment he could tell you that, to him? he had the best view in the house.

best view in the fucking world.

johnny looked the picture of ruin as your spit dribbled down the side of his cock, matting his trimmed pubes to his skin. you were rolling your hips back into simon’s hand, reaching back to spread yourself a little for him.

“patience,” strong hand cracking down on your ass cheek. “you’ll get what you deserve”

your mouth was full but johnny could’ve sworn he heard you mumble “yes, si” around him at the order (it very well could’ve been “yes, sir” he was undecided)

when he didn’t think his evening could possibly get better, johnny felt a moan leave your chest and absolutely choke him up. his eyes flew open and he was met with a sight.

your eyes, squeezed shut and spit fucking flying out the corners of your mouth. simon- L.T on his fucking knees with his mouth buried in your cunt.

he thought he might die.

all the blood that wasn’t currently keeping johnny hard went straight to that spot and soon his head was spinning, resorting to closing his own eyes so he’d be able to make it through the night.

simon ate your pussy like a man possessed, two hands spreading your cheeks and tongue forcing its way into your entrance. pulling back only to spit on your clit before he dove back in.

giving it enough time and focusing on the sweet motions of your mouth, johnny figured it safe to reopen his eyes and take a another glimpse.

fucking silly move.

knelt before him was his L.T handling the biggest cock johnny thinks he’s ever seen this side of the internet, and he’s bullying it inside of your tight cunt.

johnny swears he didn’t mean to moan, it just slipped out the minute simon started to speak.

“hold tight, johnny- this one’s about to sing”

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (141 x fem!reader, live together)

Beside you, Kyle is the first to wake up in the morning. He’ll pad towards the kitchen, enjoying the sight of you making your morning drink silently, before moving to stand right behind you, arms wrapped around your waist as he grinds he bulge lazily against your ass. He just wants to feel your warmth, how nice your soft flesh press against his cock.

“Just want to feel you, baby. It’s so cold out here.” He’ll unabashedly slip his hands under your pajamas shirt, kneading your breasts and tugging at those sensitive buds, forcing you to stop brewing your drink because you might spill the liquid.

Kyle just want to get an orgasm from you, a gift for you two morning birds, he claims before succumbing to sleepiness and tuck himself back under the duvet, fully content with being the first man making you come undone everyday, and sleeps in 5 more minutes.

You know Johnny will drag you into the shower with him whenever he comes back from his morning jog. You chide him before he engulfs you in his embrace, lightheartedly calling him a stinky man and shush him to go shower first.

So his solution is hug you despite your protest, then pull you inside the bathroom together, stripping off your pajamas and his sports wear impatiently before jumping into the shower with you.

“We’re both stinky now, jus’ thought ye might need a shower too.” Johnny grins when you glare at him, shamelessly pretends he’s just ‘looking out for ye’ while his hands traveling across your body, groping and preparing you for his cock with his hard dick prodding at the small of your back. He’ll never hurt you, but as soon as you’re wet enough for his girthy shaft, he’ll pick you up, stretching you deeply and completely with the help of your weight, groans and growls at how good you are, how your precious pussy takes him so good, ignoring Ghost’s noise complaint coming from the other side of the bathroom door as he fucks you fast and feral, making you unable to care about suppressing your moans and cling onto him, let him keep scooping you in his arms and thrust into you till he empty his balls in your good little cunt.

Finally getting Kyle and Johnny pass out from the alcohol, John and Simon manhandle them back to the bedroom before entering the living room again. 00:13, a glance at the clock telling you it’s late in the night, but it’s just the start for the three of you. Retrieving a bottle of fine rum, John seats you between him and Simon, thighs touching with theirs as you all sip on the wine and chat quietly. “The boys will chug the rum like it’s some cheap beer, they can settle with those just fine.” John chuckles lowly and comments on the awful taste and drinking habit of Kyle and Johnny.

“Those bonkers will stick to your side the whole day and complain if they find out, old man.” Simon chimes in after huffing out a laugh at John’s words.

You snicker along with them, feeling fully content and relaxed with squished between two of your lovers, joking about the other two men you loved while the rum flows smoothly down your throat. Soon your composure slips after few nips of the wine, whining cute and groggily as Simon ravish in the kiss with you, tongues dance and tangle with each other in a slow pace, let him drink down all your syrupy moans and coos in rare gentleness, so John can slickens up your pussy with his lips and your juices, making sure you can accommodate their fat cocks later, and you can’t expect or plead him to sink his cock into you already until him and Simon can see your juices dripping down your soaked folds, praying them to fill you up.

The two men will treat you so well, worshipping their dearest girl in the world. Simon’s fingers and lips are always on you when John squeeze his fat tip into your entrance, gliding in and out slowly and heavily, so all those spongy spots of yours that can make you chant his name like a mantra aren’t missed out. When he put a load in you with a husky groan, passing you onto Simon’s lap and let you lean back on his chest, he’ll plant tiny kisses on your shoulder, murmur about how they love you—will protect you and keep you safe and sound—against your skin. Simon allows him to indulge in the heat and tightness of your pussy, grunting and praising you as he fuck John’s cum back inside you, making sure you take each drops of John’s seeds, like the reliable lieutenant he always is for his captain. The base of his length has formed a creamy froth the time he nips down slightly on your shoulder to muffle his moan, drenching your messy cunt with every bit of his release. “Atta girl.” His croon is added with John’s soothing voice “Yeah, been so good for us, princess.”

They both pick up the glass once again to finish the remaining rum, with you already drifting between your slumber and consciousness, listening to their small chatters as your own lullaby. You don’t know when they’ll finish drinking, or if one of them will nestle their cock inside your pussy again, just to feel your walls clenching down subconsciously, but you let yourself slip into a dream, because they’ll take good care of you, always do and always will.