#filthy friends

[postguiltypleasures]

Songs with the Same Name: "Angels"

[wifeyoozi]

Kim Mingyu : Best Friend Rule 57

w.c : 1.6 k ┊ synopsis : the 57th rule of the bestfriend rule book states, "thou must giveth a head to thy bestie in the time of need." ┊ content warning : smut ,, best friends to ...?? ,, blowjobs ,, gn!reader ,, coming down the throat

a/n : mdni !! not completely beta read. This is just me being horny af for mingyu recently.

This is fine, Mingyu thinks. He has shared rooms before. He has shared rooms with you before as well – with his best friend and, for a long while now, his crush. He could do this. He forces his focus on the sappy rom-com movie playing on the cable TV in the hotel room from the fact that you are pressed closed against him on the hotel bed, sharing packet popcorn with him. You are mostly eating it, he's barely even watching the movie.

Some time ago after you settled on the bed beside him, you'd huddled over to him, “Gyu, scoot over. The TV is kinda weird, I can't see properly unless I'm looking right from the centre,” You said as you snuggled against him.

Snuggled against him, until you were pressing your bare thighs to his clothed ones and your arms pressed up till there was a thin sweaty layer in between, your head resting on his shoulder.

He tried to change his position a little, gripping on the comforter tighter around his waist, just hoping you wouldn't notice his, well, little developing problem in his sweatpants.

The movie ended too soon after that and you sighed, “fun movie to waste a Saturday on, no?”

Mingyu hums, about to suggest another movie, because he's a sucker in love who'd spend two more hours suffering in silence in his pants to spend some quality time with his crush.

Instead, you opened your phone screen, reading a text, “uh, the team is doing a campfire night, you wanna join? They brought beer and all.”

“Uhm, no I'll pass tonight. A little tired,” Mingyu said with a smile as you stood up and yawned, stretching your limbs a little. The last thing he wants is to take his little problem outside this room to the rest of the coed basketball team. He'd never heard the end of it from soonyoung, and the thought alone makes him wanna die already.

He watched as you stretched your arms, your shirt sticking tight to your chest, your nipples pebbled under prominently visible. He has never looked away faster. Were you not wearing anything under that flimsy shirt? Were you planning to go to the rest of the team like that? The thought simultaneously made mingyu jealous and turned on and he tried not to let either show up on his face.

“Alright, suit yourself! Don't miss me too much,” you said, winking playfully as you walked outside the room, closing the door behind you.

Mingyu let out a big breath he didn't know he had been holding. He shakes his head before getting up and leaving to the bathroom briefly to get the box of tissues papers. He didn't have lube – of course he wouldn't bring one to his college’s basketball team picnic – so his spit would have to do.

He sighed, taking his aching dick out finally. It's not his ideal style. The bedsheet is scratchy and cold and the headboard hits his head at an awkward angle, but he shifts himself till he's fairy comfortable.

He pulls his shirt to his armpits, fingers of his one hand brushing over his nipple as he spits over his other hand and takes his dick. He gives himself a few lazy strokes, trying to bring his dick to a full erection. He glanced over to where you say beside him, impulsively grabbing your pillow and putting it against his face. Just as he imagined, your perfume lingered on the fabric of it.

He wasn't in a hurry, he knew you would take time if you were going to drink with the boys. He had plenty time.

He thought of you as he stroked himself sensually, occasionally reaching up and flicking and pinching his nipples. He feels intoxicated by your scent in him. He tugs off his boxers till it's pooled around his ankles. He slowly increases his speed, his thumb pressing over the tip where the precum leaked.

He was getting closer to his releasing, your name softly leaving his lips in whimpering whispers.

He heard the door open. Shit.

He has the exact time to either pull down his shirt or pull up his pants before you'd be face to face with him.

Not being able to think properly with his fogged mind, he chose to pull down his shirt instead, leaving his fisted cock out in the open for you to see when you entered.

Your eyes widened, a brown bag in your hand, “i, uhm, thought that, uhm, I'd get us some take out.”

You're flustered, but not as much as him. He is completely frozen, his hand doing little to hide anything about the size or hardness of his cock.

“I-i uhm,”

“That's okay!” You rushed in to say, “I, uhm, I'm your age too! People have, err, urges! That's completely normal, y’know.”

Mingyu is strongly aware of your gaze over his penis as you keep the bag of take out on the floor and climb on the bed beside him. He retreats back of shyness, bringing his knees closer to conceal himself a little.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, “uhm, y/n-”

“Shit, you're, like, so big, mingyu,” you chuckle breathily, pushing his knee away. Mingyu would almost think that it was yet one of his sick fantasies, except it wasn't. Mingyu was aware and proud of his well endowed body, but he never knew the things it would do to him hearing it from you. Suddenly mingyu didn't know what words were.

“Should I help you?” you ask him as if you were offering coffee, “friends help each other, right?”

Friends help each other. Friends help each other with a fucking erections.

“Y/n,” mingyu shudders as your finger gently hovers over his red angry tip. He'd meant to say, don't say stuff you don't mean or will regret later. Instead, the words that slip his tongue are, “don't tease.”

You chuckle slightly, “okay, gyu, I won't,” taking a firm grip of his cock above his own fist. A breathy moan leaves his lips. You meet his eyes once, staring deep before looking back at his dick, “gyu, do you think I can fit your dick in my mouth?”

And that is how kim mingyu (born 1997, sex male) died at the tender age of 21. The team would have to carry his body tomorrow. His tomb stone would say, died of blowjob offers. Mingyu thinks – nevermind, Mingyu can't think anymore. His brain is fogged up with the thought of your pretty pink lips around his cock. Fuck.

“You can try,” he mutters softly. He takes his hand off his dick, allowing you full access. You pushed your hair back and wrapped your soft lips around his head. No foreplay, no kitten licks, no jerking him off. You took him in his mouth directly, pushing your head down till you felt his dick filling up your mouth.

You sucked on the length in your mouth, wrapping your hand the remainder of what you couldn't fit in your mouth. Mingyu groaned, his hands grippinng the sheets tightly. Your mouth was hot and warm and wet. So fucking wet. Your technique is a bit sloppy, but mingyu loves it nonetheless. He'd love anything with you and his dick in a single picture.

You take out his dick from your mouth, looking up at him with red lips and flushed face. Fuck, are you pretty.

“Shit, I didn't know it was this hard,” you say, chuckling, “sucking a dick, I mean. You are as hard as it can be.”

“You've… never given a blowjob before?”

“No, why would I?” It was a dumb question on his end, dumber on yours. Neither of you was thinking straight about it though, so it's fine.

“friends can help each other,” he thoughtlessly echoed your words.

“Well, not any friend,” you chuckled. “You're my best friend, gyu!”

Mingyu momentarily wondered if you were even hearing yourself. It felt like a unspoken bestie rule mingyu was unaware about till now, that you must give your best friend a head in time of need. Because you seemed so serious like this was a normal best-friends activity to do, casually sucking their dick.

“Can you shift here? The angle is awkward like this, I think I can take it better if I kneel in front of you,” you tell him, motioning towards the end of the bed. He nods without even bothering to think, shifting at the edge of the bed till his legs hungoff the bed. You shifted on the floor, in between his legs. You looked up at him, taking his leaking erection in your hand and placing it in your mouth.

You forced your gag reflexes to relax and took him as deep in your throat as you could, till your nose was buried in his pubic hair. You sucked him off genuinely, eyes staring deep into his the whole time. He held your hair back, guiding your head to bob up and down on him. He threw his head back, moaning shamelessly despite being aware of the cheap hotel walls as he recieved what felt like one of the best blowjobs he's ever had.

It didn't take long for him to cum spilling down your throat.

“Shit, I'm sorry,” he took out his dick as you choked on his cum, the remainder of it spurting on your lips and cheeks. You coughed a little but swallowed his cum. Mingyu looked at you with wide eyes, realising what you did.

You grab a tissue paper from the bedside table and wipe your mouth. You flash him a smile, “I'll take a quick shower and then we could continue watching another movies while eating the take outs. Why don't you pick this time?”

“Aren't you going for the drinks by the bonfire with the rest of the team?” Mingyu asks dumbly.

“Nahh, I'll pass. Soonyoung and Chan always end up getting super drunk, causing a mess,” you say, getting up to head to the shower.

If Mingyu saw a super wet spot in your shorts and that made his dick twitch, it's nobody's business.

Though he would be down to give you a head if you needed it after your shower. Isn't that what the besties do after all!

[captainswhore]

you see price sitting like this when you walk into a room post mission- and you know exactly what it is he needs.

he's licking at you and holding your thighs open with his rough palms- and you can't take it. his calluses and his beard and the fabric of his sleeves are rubbing at your legs just right- but not enough for you to lose focus on his hot tongue rubbing on you and in you and you've never been wetter in your LIFE.

his only problem? you're still moving too much. he can't reach where he wants to inside of you because you keep wiggling out of his way. his hands want to touch you everywhere- not just hold your thighs still. this is when he begins to squeeze at you everywhere, and tell you to rest your thighs on his shoulders.

"b-but price- hhnngh ohmygod- i c-can't. they're too big. thighs are too big"

you whine at the loss of contact, but then you look down and see him staring at you with massive pupils and a wet face. "lovie- my shoulders are broad for a reason. rest your thighs on em and i swear they'll have enough room"

and you listen, and you're crushing his ears with your thighs, and he's never been happier. the next time you look down? he's rutting into the mattress and you see his hips stutter when he groans into you and your vision goes white

(@chamomiletealeaf and i had SUCH A HORNY discussion about this and she told me to post it so here i am- and also omg photo creds to her. we've gotta reign it in lmfao)

[lenny-link]

warmup sketches :D cuz i feel like i kinda forgor how to draw

[gojos-version]

Dirty secrets..

Pairings- Dads bsf! Toji Fushiguro x reader Part 2 to this fic!

Summary- After Toji; your dads best friend fucks you and your dad catches you both, he bans you from seeing Toji ever again. little does he know the assassin has his ways of hunting down his prey.

Warnings- Public fucking, Toji's 40 and readers 21, pet names (doll), more just risky fucking in public spaces, spanking, unprotected sex and breeding.

Word count- 3k!

Proof read- ✅

A/N- I wasn't originally planning on doing a part 2 to the fic but after people were requesting and commenting for more i decided why not :) so here's part 2!! I hope this feeds you well, i did the best i could <3 Have a lovely day and take care of yourselves :) <3

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“We need to fucking talk.”

Toji stills inside of you, and you turn your head to see that voice belonged to your fucking father. You felt your mouth run dry and you freeze. “Shit.” Toji mutters under his breath. “Toji fucking Fushiguro get the fuck away from my daughter. Now.” “Yeah yeah at least turn around so your daughter can cover up.” Toji mumbles and your dad turns around letting you fix yourself and you turn to Toji, and he looks shameful. The both of you fix yourselves up and you keep your head down. “Alright you can turn old man.” Toji grumbles, and your dad turns around looking furious. 

Your dad grabs Toji by the collar of his shirt and Toji..looks unbothered. “Why the fuck would you fuck my fucking daughter.” Then your dad punches Toji across the face, “Dad! It was both of us ..don't just take it out on him.” You say as strong as you could and your dad shoots you a glare; “No. hes old enough to know right from wrong yet he chose my fucking daughter out of every other single woman out there.”, Toji didnt say anything. He didn't move. Just taking your dads blows. “Why the fuck arent you fighting back, Fushiguro?!” he shouts and Toji just looks emotionless. 

“Dad. stop it. I'm old enough to choose what I want to do.” You cut in, stopping your dads fist from hitting Toji and he glares at you. “You and I are talking later.”, “ (dads name) don’t take it out on her. Please.” “Hahaha! Toji Fushiguro having a heart huh? You don’t get a say in shit.” your dad retorts and Toji nudges you with his hand to leave. You don’t want to leave. Shit. you were too into it with Toji to realise you and him fucking would ruin his and your dads friendship. You swallow the lump in your throat and you run to your room, tears flowing out of your eyes like a waterfall dropping into the lake below. 

Time skip <3

Its been a few months now. Your dad invited you to go to a ball with him since he was there meeting up with people for business. His reasoning was to find you someone. Who were you to deny going to a ball though? So you agreed. Secretly hoping you’d get over Toji. it was time for you to wear your flashy long dress with your hair and makeup done to your best. You followed behind your dad looking at the huge doors opening up to the stunning room the balls taking place in. you took in all the people around you and you swore you saw a familiar scar on someone's lip. No, you must be seeing things Y/N. It can't be Toji..right..? 

It's been months, it can't be him..maybe you just missed him that much you thought you saw him. You sigh and go to the bar to have a drink. As you are getting ready to order you feel a very all too familiar presence behind you. You turn around and see him. Fuck its only been a few months and he looks so fucking good. He was dressed in a black suit, his dark blue eyes boring into yours, his lips twitching to a smirk and you clenched your thighs together. Even though it's been months it's like your body on autopilot gets saturated from him. 

“‘Ts been a while, hasn't it, doll?” He looks down at you and you feel your cheeks heat up. “T-toji it's been so long… I've missed you so much!” His larger hand went on your lower back, “I’ve missed you too doll, why don't we catch up, hm?” His deep voice rings through your ears and you feel your cunt oh so drenched. He took your hand and led you to the hallway that was right next to the ballroom. He pins you to the wall and puts his nose in your hair, “Why are you here doll, hm?”, “I’m here because dad has business here…How about you?” your eyes flit down to his lips admiring the scar too. His lips twitch to a grin, “I’m here for a mission.” his eyes go down to your soft plump lips, licking his own lips.

Before you knew it his lips were crashing down onto yours making you gasp and tug his hair at the nape of his neck. “You can stay quiet can’t ya?” He breathes against your ear as he lifts your legs around his waist, your dress riding up. Toji lifts your dress up enough to see your dripping panties rubbing against his clothes crotch. “Careful Toj’, think you can stay quiet?” You snicker as he unzips his pants, enough to slip his cock through the fly of his pants. “Zip it.” That's the last thing you hear before he slams into you, gripping one hand on your tits through your dress and the other holding your waist. You slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet as Toji grunts breathy gasps into your ear.

Christ if anyone were to go out of the ballroom and looked to their left they'd see you and Toji. Right against the wall. Next to an open doorway. Tojis cock was kissing cervix making your mascara run down your cheeks from how fucking good he was fucking you right now. You were thankful the sound of your hips slapping together was muffled but the squelching wasn't.  Your body felt tingly all over and the adrenaline you were both feeling that someone was going to see you both made Toji’s hips snap up into yours faster.

Shit. your walls were so tight and warm against his leaking cock, his dick was stretching your poor little cunt to the max and fuck you could feel the knot in your stomach and your waves of heat coursing through your body making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Come for me doll. Fucking do it.” He orders and shit when he says that your tight walls choke his cock and you release messily all over him. His pants were soaked but he didnt care, not when he stopped moving, keeping his cock inside of you as he fills you up so much. 

He sloppily thrusts inside of you still making your toes curl in your shoes and your legs jump around him. “Y/n? Are you around here?” Your dads voice rings out. Right. Next. to. You. and Toji. Your eyes widen and you look at Toji, he seems to have understood because he slipped out of you, tucking his cock back in his pants and picking you up; throwing you over his shoulder and rushing you both to the girls restroom. 

“W-wait- Toji-”, “No ones in here. Bend the fuck over.” You swallow and you lift your dress up, giving Toji a full view of your cunt and ass as you put your forearms and fists that are clutching your dress over the sink of the bathroom. You looked into the mirror and you could see Toji behind you, landing a harsh smack! To your plush ass. He unzips his pants and they fall to the ground with a soft thump! As he frees his cock, jerking it a few times then pushing softly inside of you alllll the way to the hilt. 

You gasp, tightening your hand against the bench watching Tojis expression in the mirror. He pulls your hair back and starts thrusting harshly into you making your walls squeeze the life out of him. He pushes your lower back towards the bench making the bulge in your stomach push against the bench. The pressure makes you squeal under your hand. Thank fuck there was no one near right now because the way your breasts were lewdly jumping at his every thrust looked like a scene from a shitty porn video. 

“T-toojjiii- ah! Please-angh!” You whimper under your hand and Toji.. Oh Toji just fucking smirks. His hand snakes down to your puffy, hot clit and rubs harshly on it making dumb tears run down your cheeks. The lewdest fap! Fap! Fap! Squelch! Plap! Was the only thing you could hear. Shit at this rate you weren't just going to come. You were going to squirt messily all over his stupid cock. “Shit you're such a good girl, sitting there and just taking it. Gonna fill you up, yeah?” You nod messily at that, clamping your hand somehow harder against your mouth to muffle every single scream threatening to come out of you.

The pleasure was too much. It was too good. You couldn't take it much longer. Sparks were shooting throughout your entire body, that familiar knot knotting up again but fuck it felt different. Before you knew it you saw white. No. you must've seen heaven because you swore you went unconscious for a few seconds. You could feel His warm cum filling you up again, some of it dripping onto the floor below the two of you..and of course your own release dripping off his legs and yours, adding to the mess on the floor.

“Oh! I met the most wonderful man, Sharon!” Fuck was that a lady about to walk in. You softly tapped Toji’s arm in warning, not being able to move without your entire body being jelly. In a swift motion Toji lifted you and shoved you both in a stall, his cock somehow still hard but kept inside of you, except you were facing him, your legs wrapped around his waist as he sloppily thrusted softly inside of you. The women walked in and were talking; you presumed they were doing their makeup. 

“Oh, yuck what's that white and clear stuff on the ground? That’s nasty… how shameless can some people be?” You saw Toji smirk at that and bite back a snicker. Oouuhh what a sly man he was right now. If he wasn't making you feel so good you'd slap him for that. He thrusted inside of you slowly to avoid there being any loud obvious noises, your eyes rolling back at how good it felt even if it wasn't at a godly pace. 

The ladies kept talking…and talking.. Fuck cant they leave?? You really wanted Toji to dick you down faster but shit you can't risk being caught by them. It's certainly not helping that Toji's rubbing your clit. Not when those ladies are right in front of your door doing their stupid makeup. You feel your toes curl and legs clench as he takes a nipple in his mouth, continuing his motions. Fuck. 

You're not gonna be able to make it out alive. Hot shockwaves fill your body as Toji’s mushroomed tip was slapping your cervix with each quick, harsh thrust. Just as Toji nibbles on your nipple you feel yourself explode. You squirted messily all over Toji’s abdomen and thighs again, trembling in his hold as you swear you saw the white pearly gates. Again. Toji opens the stalls door and sets you on the bench, thumbing your wet tears. Oh. the ladies must've finally left. “You okay, doll?”You didn't have any energy to talk so you nodded your head, cupping his cheek. “I needa finish this job so head back to your dad, alright? Don't need him  bein’ suspicious”, “Yeah, okay” You kiss next to his mouth and he pouts, “Not even gonna kiss my lips, hm?”, “Maybe if you come out safely you can have me again.” You tease, sliding down the bench and drying your thighs with some paper towels. “Meet me by the bar later.” He mumbles, kissing your forehead and exiting the bathroom. You sigh in content as you slip your panties back on and fixing your dress. 

You wipe your makeup off and reapply it. Success. You smile at yourself in the mirror, putting on more perfume and exiting the bathroom. You try to focus on walking normally. If you could. It was really hard though because your legs were killing you. And you were paranoid if you sat down his cum might leak out of your panties, or leave a wet stain on your dress. Instead, you got another drink and started walking around, “There you are, Y/n! Where’d you go?” You slightly jump at the sound of your fathers voice behind you. “Oh, hey dad! I was looking around and went to the restroom.” You play it off coolly and your dad nods in understanding. 

After a while of chatting with your dad and his colleagues you feel a gaze burning holes into the back of your head. You turn around and there you see him. Toji. in all his glory. He was drinking some drink with a black suit on that looked so delicious on him. You caught his gaze and it's like time stops. Like it's just you and him. He sends a sly smirk your way and your cheeks heat up. Fuck. “Excuse me, I'm going to go get a drink.” You excuse yourself from the table and try to hide the disgust in your face from the guy your dad was trying to set you up with.

Don't get me wrong, he was a nice guy. But. your eyes were on your dads ex best friend. You walk over and get a drink, sitting next to Toji. “Long time no see stranger” You grin, drinking your drink. “‘Ts been too long, doll.” His deep voice makes you want to do somersaults. You clench your hand into a fist trying to calm yourself down. “You finished your job, old man?” Your eyes flit from your drink to the scar on his lip. “‘F course i did. Wanna get outta here or would your date be angry?”, “I’d rather we get out of here. I'm not interested in the boys dad keeps throwing my way.” You sigh and stand up, pushing your chair in. “Oh I bet.” He laughs, setting his empty cup down, following you out the door; of course avoiding your dad. 

You send your dad a quick message that you weren't feeling well and you were gonna go to your home for a bit as you jump into Toji’s car. He drives the both of you to his place, his hand resting on your thigh, caressing it softly. His larger hand made your cunt oh so drenched. His hand looked huge on your thigh and you wanted his fingers deep inside of you. 

Before you knew it you finally arrived at Toji's house, he opens the door for you and takes your hand leading you to the door. He may have seemed like a gentleman but the moment the door was shut he shoved you behind it making out with you like you were a slut. His fingers draw patterns on your back, finding your zipper and slowly zipping your dress down. He kisses and nips at your neck as he tugs the front of your dress down, leaving you in your damp panties and bra. 

“Shit you look so good.” He grumbles against your neck, unclasping your bra and fondling your tits in his hands. Fuck you loved how huge his hands were compared to your body. You loved how thick his fingers were compared to boys your age. He pulls your panties down laughing when his cum from earlier drips down your thighs. “Fuckin look at how much of a slut you are f’me.” He says before throwing you over his shoulder and spanking your cute ass a few times, going to his bedroom.

He puts you down gently on the bed and strips himself before hovering on top of you. “Such a pretty girl.” You almost missed him saying that but before you could say anything he seals your lips with his as his hands roam around your body. Your hands snake to his hair and tugging it softly. “Youre so sappy, Toj’” You mutter against his lips and he snarls, flipping you over on all fours, shoving your face into the pillow. “Sappy huh? You know what?”, “Mmff?” You tried to say ‘what’ but it was muffled due to Toji pushing your head down. “‘M gon’ breed you for that.” He lifts your head up; gripping your hair and your eyes widen. “You say that as if you haven't been breeding me this entire time-hnggghhh!” You were cut off by him sinking his thick cock into your soppy cunt. “Shut it.” He growls before thrusting into you somehow deeper than before making your eyes cross and tear up. 

You let out screams and gasps of his name and he grunts in response, shoving your head back into the pillow, “Yeah that's it. Fucking take it.” He’s so glad you can't see his face right now because he looks pathetic. Eyes rolled back and mouth agape trying to keep his pathetic whimpers and moans in. you feel so good to him. So tight and warm. Your walls were suffocating his cock and fuck if he could hed happily die from your drenched cunt. 

“Fucking-shit- take it.” That’s all hes repeating now, like a prayer as your stomach has that familiar knot signalling youre both so fucking close. “Gonna fill you up. Fucking gonna knock you up and give you my children how about that, huh? Bet youd fucking like that you fucking slut” And fuck that makes you clamp down onto his dick and squirt. For the nth time tonight drenching the sheets under the both of you as his body has a rush of adrenaline; sloppily smacking his hips against yours. 

“Mmmf! Sl-ow d-down-ah!” You try to squeal out, but it just makes his hips move harsher against you. This was going to be a long night, and you wouldn't be surprised if you passed out in the middle of it. But hey it's okay because it's Toji right? Your dad would never find out since it's yours and Toji’s dirty little secret. 

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[becca-e-barnes]

The need that I have for early morning, tender sex with Dbf!bucky that gets a little frantic and really passionate 😵‍💫

Especially if you tend to drift apart in your sleep. It feels so much nicer to curl up against him again the next morning, stealing some of his heat and enjoying the way that he smells so familiar to you now.

You can't help but feel a softness in your chest when he sleepily pulls you closer, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head with his eyes still closed. If nothing else, you feel incredibly safe with your bare chest pressed to his and your limbs tangled together comfortably.

The sunlight has just managed to creep through a gap in between the curtains, illuminating the few grey hairs peppered across your partner's hairline and you swear he's never looked more beautiful.

He's more awake than he'd lead you to believe though. His eyes are barely even open before he's tilting your chin up, making it easier to capture your lips with his.

"Good morning." He mumbles in his deep morning voice when his lips part from yours.

"Hi." You can't help but smile, wiggling your body against the bulge in his underwear. "It's a great morning."

He can't help but roll his eyes at your enthusiasm.

"Didn't I take good enough care of you last night? You still want more." He pretends he's insulted but secretly, he's pretty damn pleased. You want him; plain and simple. You don't dress it up or play it off. Don't we all want to be wanted?

"See, that's the problem. You were too good to me last night. And now. I'm all worked up." You slip kisses to his neck and shoulders in between your sentences, hoping that it really drives your point home.

"You're a handful." Bucky teases, tilting your chin up once more, letting his lips collide with yours before allowing his tongue to do the same. It feels like his hands are all over your body at once, teasing and rubbing and gripping you, getting you even more worked up.

It's not long before he's got your leg hooked up over him and he's slipping his cock into you. The glide is that much easier given that he finished inside you just a few hours ago and the thought of that alone makes you even wetter.

Bucky's low groan as he slides into you is addictive. He's clearly still sensitive but it feels too good for either of you to stop now.

"Such a good girl. You take me so damn well." He's babbling already, eyes rolling back as he presses as deep inside you as possible, giving you a chance to take a breath before he starts to work your body in a way that no one else has ever managed.

[eddiesghxst]

best friend! steve x best friend! reader and steve is talking ab how he didnt get laid on his date and reader is like “i can do it”

LMAOO poor stevie, i’ll take one for the team i guess🤭

18+ — MINORS DNI

contains: oral (m recieving), p in v (unprotected - don't be stupid), and steve's big d!ck

word count: 1.9k

(this is def not proofread srry)

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Steve has been ranting for ten minutes straight.

You’re laid on his bed, head resting at the foot of the mattress and legs sprawled out to where the soles of your feet just barely brush against Steve’s thigh. You had originally come over to watch a movie, but you got dragged to his room, and ever since you sat down on his bed, Steve’s mouth has been running, complaining about his current dry spell.

“I mean really, I don’t mean to toot my own horn here, but I don’t remember it ever being this hard to get fucking laid,” He complains as you quietly entertain yourself with imaginative shapes in the ceiling. “I’m dying, man, it’s ridiculous.”

And you’re tired of hearing your best friend complain about his lack of pussy, you want some popcorn and you want to watch the movie. So, before you can fully register your thoughts, you’re already spitting out a suggestion, “I can help.”

Steve glances at you, watching as your folded hands rest against your steadily rising stomach, “We’ve already tried that, your advice doesn’t work.” He points out. You roll your eyes, craning your neck to look at him as you flex your foot and press against the side of his thigh, ignoring when he bats you away, “No dummy. I mean I can help you.“ 

You lay your head back down, wriggling your feet as if you hadn’t just suggested you fuck each other and Steve is… well Steve’s not sure what to say.

You sit up to lean on your elbows and glance at Steve, raising an eyebrow, “You didn’t die did you?” You joke. Steve shakes his head as you shuffle to your knees and begin crawling over, “No I… I’m just…” He swallows heavily when your hand rests against his thigh, fingers gently squeezing as you lean into his space.

“A-are you sure?” He asks. “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t, Stevie.” You confirm, gently batting your eyes at him as a sickeningly sweet smile spreads across your lips.

Steve curses, gaze flickering to your pretty lips before surging forward to press his lips against yours. It’s not the first time you and Steve have kissed, there've been a handful of drunk nights where you shared a few harmless pecks here and there, but nothing of this manner.

It’s never been passionate enough to have Steve pulling you by the hips to drag you onto his lap or good enough to have you moaning as you stuff your fingers into his brown hair. Your knuckles curl into the roots and Steve moans, leaning forward into the kiss until you’re giggling against him, sneaking a hand between the two of you to palm at his crotch. “You’re already hard, Steve.” You point out.

“Did you think I was lying when I said I’ve been living like a repressed nun?” 

You laugh, “No I just… I thought I’d have to work for it a bit, I guess.” You shrug as your fingertips curl around the hem of his shirt, pulling upwards and removing the thin material from his frame.

You’ve seen Steve shirtless many times from countless summers spent at the pool and countless nights sleeping over. You’re well aware that Steve is gorgeous, and you’ve always wanted to do more than just admire, and now that you’ve got the chance, you don’t waste a second to run your hands over his chest. Your fingers curl against the patch of hair covering his chest as you kiss him again, grinding against his bulge and moaning.

Steve’s big hands are on your waist, eagerly squeezing before making his way down your back. He’s hesitant as his hands round over the fat of your ass, but you grind back against his touch as a way of encouragement. His fingertips dig into your ass before he moves his hands lower to slip up under the tiny shorts you have on, groaning at the sensation of your warm skin against his hands.

“Fuck, Steve, that’s really hot.” You breathe against his lips. “Yeah?” He hums, pushing your ass down to grind you against his dick. “Yeah… I wanna taste you.”

Steve’s cock throbs at your words and he mumbles a curse before nodding, pulling away from you to hastily shove his sweats down as you shuffle to settle between his legs. You quickly remove your shirt, giving Steve an eyeful of your tits sitting prettily in your bra. He palms himself over the thin material of his boxers as you shuffle closer, situating yourself between his spread thighs.

Your fingers brush against his when you reach out to dip your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, eagerly tugging them down to release him. Steve moans as you pull the boxers down, stiff cock slapping against his tummy once it’s freed from the thin cotton material. 

“Holy shit, Steve,” you whisper, eyes wide and lips parted as you gaze down at his cock, hard and already leaking with excitement. You glance up at him before looking back at his dick, “I guess the King Steve rumors were true…” You mumble, ignoring Steve’s breathless laugh as you drag a finger up the length of his cock. Steve’s breathing is slowly rising as he silently watches you touch him, circling your fingertip around his aching tip to smear the sticky precum around.

You giggle when he visibly twitches from your touch, “Excited?” You tease. “Fuck you,” Steve breathes, moaning when you finally wrap a hand around him.

You smile, watching as his face twists in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to stroke him. He slowly thrusts up into your hand, working to meet your strokes in tandem as breathy moans tumble from his lips. You watch in awe as he melts into the pleasure, “God, you really are pent up, Stevie.” You point out, gently pulling Steve’s attention to open his eyes and watch as you wriggle to lay down on your stomach.

You pause your stroking to spit into your palm before resuming the task, humming at the sinful shlicking sound of his wet cock in your hand. You admire the sight in front of you; Steve’s thighs, hairy and toned, bracketing you in with his cock standing tall, firm, and achingly flushed before you. Your gaze drags up the expanse of his heaving chest to fall upon his flushed face. His lust-blown eyes excitedly watch as you lean forward to drag your wet tongue up the underside of his cock, lewdly humming at the taste as you wrap your lips around his tip.

“Oh fuck,” he pants, head falling back against his headboard as his eyes squeeze shut. “I can’t believe this is fucking happening.” He breathlessly mumbles, tuning back in to watch as you pull him out with a crude pop, smacking your lips open to stick out your tongue and slap his sticky tip against it a few times before swallowing him once again.

Steve is big, filling and stretching your mouth so much to where you can already tell there will be an ache in your jaw afterward, but you don’t care. What you can’t fit into your mouth, you make do by simultaneously stroking with the rhythm of your movements.

It doesn’t take long before Steve’s hands are in your hair, softly tugging as he moans out, “I’m gonna cum.”

You pull off of him with a wet gasp, strings of spit and cum sticking to your lips and falling to cool against Steve’s wet hips. You languidly stroke his throbbing cock as you shuffle up onto your knees, a swollen smile bracing your lips as Steve pants beneath you, gazing up at you on hunger.

He nods down to your waist, “Take them off.” 

You waste no time following his orders, wiggling out of your shorts and tossing them somewhere in the room. Steve leans forward to kiss you, hands sneaking behind you to unclip your bra and shuck it off with the rest of your clothes. You’re only left in your panties when Steve pushes you back to lay against his pillows, legs falling open to welcome Steve as he leans over you for a sloppy kiss.

He palms your tits with one hand as the other strokes his cock, mumbling against your lips, “Gonna let me fuck you?” 

He presses himself against your clothed center, both of your moaning at the sensation as he rubs against your covered clit. You eagerly nod in response, fingers tugging at his curly hair as he reaches down to pull your panties aside. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” He whispers to himself before running his thumb over your aching clit. You pathetically moan and squirm against him as his name falls from your lips. 

He kisses you again, thrusting his hips forward to run his cock through your wet folds. He slaps his dick against your pussy a few times until you’re mewling in pleasure and agony, “Please, Steve. I didn’t tease you.” You whine.

Steve chuckles, “I know… you’re right, I’m just being mean.” He says. He holds himself up with one hand beside your head as he pulls away just enough to glance down between your bodies, brown curls falling over his face as he watches himself drag his tip through your folds once more before lining up at your entrance. He pushes in achingly slow, looking back up to watch as your face is masked with a look of pleasure.

Your thighs shake as he bottoms out, and Steve groans above you when your wet walls clench and swallow him whole, “O-oh my god, Steve… holy shit, you’re so fucking big.” You breathlessly moan.

You’re already pulsing around him when he begins thrusting into you, sloppy wet slapping noises filling out the space around you as each thrust pulls moans from both of you. You’re not sure you’ll last long, the feeling of being so stretched out and filled with your best friend's cock has your head spinning until you’re nothing but a moaning mess.

You think you lose sense of time as Steve fucks you because you only come back to earth when you’re teetering on the edge and hear Steve’s gravely voice in your ear, “You’re so good to me,” he pants, “Such a good friend, letting me fuck this tight little pussy of yours.” 

You whimper, nails digging into his arms as the band in your tummy begins to snap, a long string of moans and curses pouring from your chest as you cum. “Fuck yes holy shit I’m gonna cum.” Steve moans.

Before you know it, Steve is pulling out of you and spurting thick ropes of cum against your tummy and pussy, cursing and moaning as he jacks himself off the rest of the way. You’re breathless and hazy as you watch him, squirming at the sensation of his warm cum on your skin and his hot fingertips digging into your thigh.

Steve is panting as he looks down at you, taking in the sight of the white sticky release glistening against your pussy, some of it seeping into the thin material of your panties. He breathlessly chuckles, glancing up at you as join in and ask what he’s laughing about.

Steve shakes his head in disbelief and lets out a short laugh, “We should’ve done that a long time ago.”

[goosegooserevolution]

Bakudeku makes so much narrative sense as a pairing that I forgot it isn't normal to ship it

[trifoliumaries]

Here, I'll actually remember to post my art here for once

[subfootboii]

It's been a while since you saw your best friend but you received an invite to his place. A driver came in with a limousine to pick you up, you found that wired since last you knew he wasn't rich. You arrived to a huge mansion and he greated you at the yard.

"It's been a while my friend, but I thought I owe you this. After all you're the first foot boy I dominated in my life. Now look at me, I turned my roommate into my servant and now he serves as my butler, my professor made sure I pass my degree and now he pays me monthly, and my boss buys me anything I want. I remember how nasty you like them, so here you go. Don't miss a spot, meanwhile I'll think what role you'll play in my life from now."

[bird-inacage]

Only Friends: Sand's Reaction to Ray VS Boeing

I know some people will be annoyed that Sand wasn't more forceful in telling Boeing to leave him alone. In my opinion, this isn't really surprising. Sand's biggest strength and weakness is his kindness. He'll make concessions for people, even those who hurt him. Ray is a prime example. Why would his ex be any different?

Boeing's Dubious Intentions

It's glaringly obvious just how uncomfortable, stiff and exasperated Sand's body language is during their second exchange. This is someone he shared his ultimate dreams and passions with, which must have made the betrayal even more devastating. We still don't have the full context as to how this all went down, but I'm sure Sand hasn't forgotten that Boeing chose to leave him. Compared to their first re-encounter where Sand appears rattled and somewhat flustered, here he seems to display a more resolute lack of patience, possibly after reminding himself of Boeing's true colours.

This doesn't erase the fact that Sand had feelings for him once, cared about him once. Sand didn't choose to end the relationship, Boeing did. So there would have been unresolved feelings that Sand had to process alone in the aftermath. For Boeing to have the audacity to swan back in rightly warrants a less than lukewarm response.

Even so, Sand shows Boeing an incredible amount of grace when he certainly doesn't have to. He tries to calmly but firmly ward Boeing off. "State your business". "Just forget it. I don't think I'll go." "Just friendship. That I can give you." He makes it very clear that Boeing can find him at the bar but nowhere else. He's trying to establish a distinct boundary, which Boeing swiftly disregards.

Sand's Unease: Where Past & Present Collide

The way Sand is reacting says to me he desperately doesn't want Ray involved. He seems eager to keep him well away from Boeing. Sand could have chosen not to mention his ex's sudden reappearance, but decides to be upfront with Ray about it. I think Sand's turmoil is a sign of worry over what Boeing may do, rather than an indication of indecisiveness over his own feelings. The reason I say this is because Sand doesn't show any warmth, residual affection or happiness in seeing Boeing again. He looks mostly wary, unnerved even.

I can also see why Sand would try to refrain from openly displaying his feelings for Ray in Boeing's presence. If he exhibits just how much he cares about Ray, whose to say whether Boeing may pull another stunt like he did with Mew/Top and try to pursue Ray instead just to be messy. The way Sand looks at Boeing is laden with suspicion and uneasiness, particularly when Ray is around. This is really noticeable when Boeing first addresses Ray - Sand's whole demeanour gets much colder and standoffish.

We don't know precisely what Sand is afraid of - that Boeing may target any ill will at Ray? Or that Ray may be affected by his ex flaunting details about their history which could cause jealousy? Things are going really well between Ray and Sand right now but it's possible Boeing could try to stir up a misunderstanding or create conflict between them.

Ray's Protectiveness: "Deal with him or I'll do it."

Ray knows better than ever what Sand is like. He's all too aware of just how painfully kind and caring his boyfriend can be, often to his own detriment. Boeing is keen to exploit this very fact by trying to appear imploring towards Sand, "You never yell at me." Ray is also acutely familiar with how Sand struggles to say no to those he cares about.

Whilst Ray observes angrily, I like to think this comes from a place of being mad for Sand more than anything. If he's seen their entire interaction play out, he'll notice that Sand has not once initiated physical contact with Boeing. He doesn't shirk him off, but he certainly doesn't respond either. He keeps his arms firmly planted at his sides, and yet Boeing keeps trying his luck. Something about the way Boeing behaves with Sand feels like he treats him as a plaything - someone he used to have wrapped around his finger. Perhaps he thinks that the power he used to have over Sand still remains.

Sand's expressions also feel loaded with shame, as if he's repeatedly chiding himself for being foolish enough to love someone like Boeing, who so cruelly tossed him aside. That somehow he feels partly to blame. Maybe this is a Sand he doesn't want Ray to see. Yet here Ray is, on the side-lines, taking all this in.

From their very first interaction, Boeing is trying to undermine Ray. You can see Ray's growth as he doesn't confront or make a fuss, but chooses to respect Sand's wishes and instead stays quietly hidden to keep watch. He looks to Sand for confirmation he'll be okay on his own before leaving. Though he can detect something isn't right, he allows Sand the opportunity to handle this first.

As soon as he sees Boeing trying to cross a line, he steps in. He's not going to permit Boeing trying to drag Sand off somewhere alone, he'd rather keep the enemy directly under his nose.

What I'm hoping to see in Episode 12 is protective Ray to come out full force. I've said this before but the entire series has been Sand looking after Ray. Whereas this would be a great opportunity for Ray to look out for Sand, and to teach Boeing a lesson at the same time.

That eye contact in the last scene was so loaded. Ray's gaze is a silent threat- 'That's my man you're looking at, don't get used to it. If you're really stupid enough to try anything on my watch, I'll tear your neck out.' Don't ever underestimate Ray, he's small but feisty.

[starry-bi-sky]

i have... ✨Danyal Al Ghul Headcanons✨ but specifically for my yaelokre danyal oneshot

There's also the tumblr post here but I recommend the link in the title because its the ao3 version, and that one is edited and has some stuff in it that's not in the tumblr post, and will be the version I'm using.

So for summary: this Danyal is also from a Demon Siblings Au where Danny is five years older than Damian. However, things turned out a bit differently, and Danny and Damian had a fantastic relationship with one another. Danny loved music and regularly came up with songs to sing to Damian with. Specifically the folk band Yaelokre's EP "Hayfields" (seriously go fucking listen to it its sooo good. Harpy Hare is the second song but its my favorite. Special shoutout to @gascansposts for introducing the band to me)

He falls off a train when he's twelve and Damian is seven while the two of them and Talia are on mission. He ends up with magically induced amnesia and wakes up in Arkansas while the Fentons are on their yearly Divorce-iversary visit to Aunt Alica, and since he can only remember his name, he ends up being taken into their care.

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Yaelokre Danny has the same facial scar as Things in Threes Danyal, since he was initially another version of him where things turned out better. I'm debating on whether or not I should take it away however, and give him a different scar (maybe from when he fell off the train?), just because the scar is a pretty key identifier for Ti3 Danyal.

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Danny frequently visits Aunt Alicia in Arkansas! Well, only after he gets settled in and stuff. He doesn't really like the city that much and prefers the countryside where Alicia lives. I know she lives in a cabin but I'm changing it to a farm, so she puts Danny to work and gets him to help her.

I don't want to confine his hobbies to only being star stuff, because people tend to have more than one hobby and I feel like it reduces him to one-dimensionality, so he likes to garden, and learns guitar. His room becomes filled with plants, and he turns their roof into a rooftop greenhouse right below to OPS Center.

He has a complex relationship with the weapons from his past, but he's not... like... appalled by it? When he finds his weapons in the Fenton attic all he thinks is that they're his weapons, and he starts carrying a knife on him afterwards. Essentially he becomes fascinated with weaponry because its one of the few physical ties he has to his past, and while he's not training like he is in the League, he allows his strong muscle memory to guide him through his katas.

Danny likes climbing things. This causes Problems For Everyone Else.

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Danny was not the "kinder Al Ghul" in the League. His kindness extended to his brother and family, and that's it. To everyone else he had high expectations out of them, and the pride you'd expect from the grandson of Ra's Al Ghul and trained by its top members. While he wasn't like, unnecessarily cruel or anything, he wasn't merciful either.

This transfers post-train fall as him coming off as no-nonsense and unforgiving. He's not fond of the idea of giving people second chances, and is skeptical of the idea. He's disgusted by incompetency and views it as an unforgivable offense, especially if he thinks that the person should know better, although he's not sure why. Some egocentrism for the soul.

He doesn't like being touched by anyone who isn't family, and gets irritated when anyone grabs him or holds onto him for extended amounts of time. Dash has gotten hit so many times. With Jack Fenton's tendency for abrupt physical affection, it doesn't make it any better. I'd argue it'd make it worse because Danny doesn't want to be touched more often than not.

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Danyal had a red scarf in the League that he wore on his last mission, it came off before he fell off and caught itself on the roof. Damian still has it and took it with him to Wayne Manor. He's got it locked in his room and takes it out when he's alone and missing Danny the most. One time he forgot to put it away before leaving his room, and Dick was visiting the manor for something and found it. Damian found him holding it and freaked out.

Dick could only say "I've never seen you wear this, Damian, this is really pretty--" before Damian shoved him to the floor and stole it out of his hands, before screaming at him; "Don't touch this! You don't ever touch this! This is mine! You hear me!?"

It caused such a commotion that the rest of the family present came to see what the fuss was about, and Damian kicked them all out of his room. Dick is the one brother Damian's the closest with, so the fact he reacted so strongly shocked them all.

This is likely what leads to the "Danyal" conversation.

[mrs-provacateur]

I'm looking for an FWB , a discreet affair. Hubby knows, and we date separately.

Need a friend and a lover who takes time to get to know me first. A travel buddy who's consistent and knows how to keep it interesting😉

LIFE'S TOO SHORT, LET'S LIVE A LITTLE !

[bisclavaret]

worlds wettest saddest stinkiest wizard

[zishuge]

The Spirealm 致命游戏 (2024) | Ep. 55

[mageofquandrix]

most difficult part of writing Veilguard-era Inquisitor fic:

-the amount of times you accidentally tyoe HANDS.