#hands in clothes hands in hair hands on neck i CRY

[bambambwi]

Unspoken Healing

Context ; You were a retired artist going through emotional exhaustion, but today, your boyfriend, Choi Seunghyun, found you painting again, slowly regaining your interest in it.

i thought of this in class, heh...

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You were sprawled out on your bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Dirty dishes sat on the counter beside you, while empty pill boxes and scattered clothes littered the floor. It had been a while since you last saw your boyfriend, Seunghyun, he has been busy with work overseas.

You gave him daily updates about yourself, and he did the same. He knew you weren’t doing well.

He was coming back today and planned to surprise you at your place, he brought your favorite sweets and a few keychains just for you, knowing how much you loved them.

You closed your eyes for a brief moment, setting your phone down on the bed beside you. Slowly, you sat up, your gaze landing on an empty canvas just a few meters away. You stared at it blankly, lost in thought.

Without a second thought, you slowly stood up, running a hand through your messy hair and adjusting your tank top before walking toward the canvas.

You tilted your head, studying the empty canvas as your eyes flicked back and forth to the table, where your art supplies were neatly arranged, untouched and covered in dust. You hadn’t touched them in over a month, you were just too... tired.

You moved your hand to grab a brush, dipping it into the paint before returning to the canvas. With your hands still trembling, you began to make strokes on the empty surface.

It had been over 10 minutes. The empty canvas was now covered in cool tones of paint, while tears silently rolled down your face. Tears..? You hadn’t even realized you were crying. You missed painting, the motivation you once had, the long hours spent sitting down, working on projects.

Seunghyun stood right at your door, adjusting his hair as he gripped the bags filled with the gifts he’d bought just for you. he slowly turned the doorknob, the key you’d given him before slipping easily into the lock. As the door creaked open, he saw you in a slouched position, your focus entirely on the canvas as you slowly brushed strokes across it. The room was quiet except for the soft, slow song playing in the background. Not wanting to ruin the moment, he gently placed the bags on the floor, his movements quiet. He stood there for a moment, observing you and the state of your home. 

It was quite messy. When you said you weren’t doing so well, did you mean until today? Seunghyun stood there, lost in thought, a feeling of upset settling over him. He walked up to you, picking up the clothes scattered on the floor and placing them on the couch. Hearing his footsteps, you turned around to face him, your hands still covered in paint.

‘’Ah... when did you get home?’’

‘Sorry for the sudden appearance, I just arrived.’’  he said, taking a step closer, hoping for a hug.

You showed him your hands, covered in paint, as a gesture that you might ruin his jacket. But he shrugged it off, pulling you into a hug. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, and for a moment, everything felt still. The weight of the past few weeks, the exhaustion, and the mess in your life seemed to fade as you stood there in his embrace. The comfort of his presence almost made you forget the tears still lingering on your cheeks. He didn’t say anything at first, just holding you quietly as if letting you take your time.

You stood up from the stool as he pulled away from the hug. Looking around, you realized you hadn’t cleaned your home and he walked through the mess without a word. As you stayed rooted in place, staring, at the same spot you’d been standing, he quietly sat down on the stool. Without saying anything, he reached for your waist, gently pulling you into his lap.

You were now sitting on his lap, facing the canvas. Seunghyun’s face rested gently in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. He stole glances at both you and the painting, his eyes soft as he observed the mess of colors you had created.

‘‘It’s beautiful.’’ he whispered softly, his voice warm against your neck as he continued to watch you and the painting.

‘‘It’s messy, I don’t-‘’ you mumbled, but before you could finish, he interrupted softly, ‘’I like it.’’

His hand softly brushed against yours, lifting your hand toward the canvas. ‘’Continue’’ he urged, his voice was soft and encouraging.

He held you gently as you sat on his lap, your hand moving slowly to continue the painting, with a soft song playing in the background, its melody soothing the tension in the room.

His presence was comforting, steadying you as you lost yourself in the strokes, the quiet rhythm of the moment filling the air.

The day went by with him helping you clean your house, his presence making everything feel lighter.  You hadn’t realized how much you needed him around until now.

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[criswritessometimes]

my hand has yours

contents - gn reader, fluff

authors note // wow! i have time to write! here's a part two of the hand has 27 bones, each of mine misses each of yours. enjoy everyone!

part 1 !!

it was only two days after you called schlatt in the middle of the night. you still missed him like hell; you had for his entire trip in japan. thankfully, you were working from home today, so jambo was sleeping, purring in your lap with soup on the floor by your desk, stretching his back out with his stomach on top. you still had your headphones on, listening to music, and no one was home, but it was still a force of habit. throughout the day, you have an email thread with your coworker talking about advertising. as you’re about to send your next follow-up, your phone buzzes. it’s face down, and you tell yourself you’ll answer it after you finish this email. it buzzes again; you feel the temptation to check it; you just need to finish this. it buzzes again and again. you huff while your hands hover over the keyboard. your phone buzzes one last time. to finally stop the buzzing, you flip your phone over to see the notifications; it’s all from schlatt

from: schlatt <3 hey i forgot my keys can you let me in? delivered: 1:03 pm

toots answer the door delivered: 1:06 pm

babeeeeee delivered: 1:07 pm

(y/n) cmonnnnnn delivered: 1:08 pm

you look at your phone, and your eyebrows knit together. a look of confusion washes over your face. this was a prank that schlatt played on you a few times. there isn’t a front door camera at your house, so occasionally, he would text you that he was at the front door. he just thought it was funny. you look up at the calendar above your monitor and see that the friday is circled with hearts around his name. you shake your head and giggle a little; he’s not gonna get you this time. your coworker sent you a follow-up to your follow-up, and you begin to type your response while going through your download to find the file to send her. through your headphones, you hear the doorbell ringing, and the rings overlap each other, like someone is sitting there constantly pushing it. you take your headphones off, put jambo on the floor, walk out of your and schlatt’s shared home office, and make your way to the front door. someone was messing with you; it was probably the neighbor's kid. you open the door, “listen dillon, i’m working, your mom is prob-” you say, ready to tell the kid to stop and that you’re working, but when you open the door, you see schlatt. you see schlatt. he has that grin on his face, the one where he knows he’s right. you’re stuck at the door, “i told you i forgot my keys!” he reaches in to hug you. you finally come back, feeling like you blacked out; schlatt’s arms are wrapped around you, and your arms are wrapped around his neck. when he pulls away, he sees you have tears pricking in your eyes. “awww, love,” schlatt lightheartedly chuckles, wiping your tears away. you didn’t even register that you were crying and also wipe your tears away, “wait no, i’m ok! good tears!” you reassure him. you step to the side so schlatt can enter through the front door with his suitcases. he shuts it behind him and puts his coat in the coat closet next to the front door. “i just missed you,” your arms wrap around him again once his jacket is off, “a month without you was longer than i thought.” “i know honey, i know,” he holds you for a moment and kisses the top of your head. “i got you something.” he whispers into your hair. you look up at him, “really?” “you say it like it’s a question. of course, i got you something, c’mon.” he rubs your shoulder and motions for the both of you to move. 

you follow him into the bedroom. he sets the suitcase on the ground and unzips it as you sit on the edge of the bed. he takes two suitcases again, this trip. one for his clothes and another for goodies and food to bring back. he shows you some food and spices he got and turns to you when something is behind his back. “close your eyes and hold your hands out,” he tells you. you give him a suspicious look. “it’s not like a bomb or anything, i couldn't' have gotten that through tsa even if i wanted to.” he jokes. you do as he asks and close your eyes while holding your hands out and open; you feel something fuzzy in your hands. you open them when the object stops moving, and schlatt retracts his hands. you’re speechless; it’s a small plushie of your old cat, otis. your family adopted otis when you were 8, and he passed away when you were a junior in college. he was your best friend; all throughout high school, he would sit on you whenever you were home; saying goodbye to him was harder than saying goodbye to your mom. you examine the plushie in your hands like it was made of glass. it had all the same marks in the exact same spots otis had. tears start to fill your eyes again as you look up at schlatt. “i found an artist on twitter who makes custom animal plushes, and i know how much you loved otis, sooo i contacted her and picked it up while i was there. I hope you like it.” schlatt’s eyes are darting around as he tells you, almost as if he’s bashful about the gift. “i love it.” your voice is choked up and small as you tell him, and you stand to hug him again. it’s tight as you press as much love into him as possible. 

you cooked for the both of you for the night. schlatt protested, wanting to keep it easy and get taken, but you told him at least you could do for him. To thank you for dinner, schlatt made a fire in the fireplace in the living room. later in the night, you and schlatt were on the couch; you cuddled into him as one of his arms was wrapped around you. the fire was crackling as the cats lay on the both of you. there’s a movie playing on the television but it’s hard to focus on since you have schlatt next to you and soup on in your lap, purring away. his fingers moved to intertwine with his free hand as the other one was petting soup. “damn (y/n)! your hand is freezing!” his hands wrapping around yours. “yeah, they’ve been cold without you to help warm me up.” schaltt felt his warmth seep into your cold hands as he pulls you into him tighter.

[cosmicwavelengths]

slip 'n slide - bucky barnes x reader

minors, DNI! - 18+ only summary: one day, you admitted to bucky that no one had ever made you squirt like that... and naturally, he took this as a challenge.

a/n: happy saturday! i was hoping to write something like this at some point. it's a bit of a quick one, but i hope you enjoy!

cw: smut (just... ridiculously smutty), bucky forces reader to squirt, pet names (doll, love, etc.), pwp/pnp :3, love bites/hickeys, language

wc: 1.4k | masterlist

“Are you serious?”

You groan out with embarrassment hiding your face in the sheets. “Don’t make me say it again…”

Bucky chuckles lightly, before reaching over and stroking your hair with his flesh hand. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, doll.”

You shoot up dramatically, turning over to look at him. “Well, it’s not entirely their fault. I figured that I was maybe… faulty? I dunno, it’s just never happened before…” you trail off shyly, flush creeping up your neck. “It’s a ‘me problem.’”

Bucky smiles lazily at you, blue eyes displaying a hint of mischief. He brings his metal hand up, and you shudder lightly when you feel the tips of his fingers begin to trace the outside of your thigh. “Would you let me try?”

You nod at him, eyes blown and lips parted. It took you an embarrassingly short time to get worked up, feeling the fabric of your panties stain with your wetness. You rub your thighs together in an effort to stave off your arousal. “Please?”

It wasn’t long before he had you on your back mewling for him. You writhe under him, desperately trying to angle yourself up to his mouth. “Bucky… please don’t tease me,” you pout. “Your pussy is so perfect, what did I ever do to deserve you, angel?” He murmurs to himself, dragging his thumb through your folds. You keen loudly at this, hardly being able to contain yourself. “Bucky!” 

At that, he begins sucking on your clit. You moan out, your hands scrambling to tug his long locks. “Oh God, yes, Bucky!” He groans at how eager you sound, causing vibrations to travel up your core. “Please don’t stop, please!” He kisses your clit gently, before returning to eating you out like a starving man. He fucks you with his tongue, eager to taste your arousal before it comes out. He traces the tender flesh of your clit with his teeth, sending shivers up your spine. You grind uncontrollably against his tongue as it flicks up and down your slit. You couldn’t help but yank his hair roughly so hard that Bucky himself felt lightheaded. Your body shakes, back arching as you moan Bucky’s name out.

Lapping at your folds, he slides his longest fingers in. Your walls flutter and clamp down, desperately chasing your release. “Fuck,” you moan out. “Please make me cum, Bucky! Can I cum, please?” He grunts out a response, still busy tracing swirls into your clit. He reaches up with his metal hand, gathering your wrists in his grip and pinning you down. His fingers hit a sensitive part of your walls, which spells your end. You can only cry his name out before you’re clamping down on him again, pleasure washing over you.

He pulls his fingers out, whistling as he watches his fingers shine with your arousal. “My, won’t you look at that, doll. Shit, you’re so wet for me. You’re gonna be the death of me,” he sighs. “Careful not to have a heart attack, old man,” You giggle. You yelp when he swats the inside of your thigh. “Don’t brat me, doll,” he warns, eyes flashing at you dangerously.

He rises, coming over you to press a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. He trails his kisses down your neck, lingering in a few spots to leave behind dark red bruises. Groaning, you grind yourself softly into his clothed crotch, his erection causing it to tent harshly. “Bucky, fuck me, please, I need it. I need you.” He moans at your wantonness. “Sure thing, doll. Don’t say I don’t do anything for you.”

He leans up, unzipping his pants and pulling out his hardened cock. He strokes himself a few times before lining up with your folds. “Ready for me, angel?” he asks, gazing into your eyes. “Yes,” you whisper into the air. “Please, Bucky, I need you inside.”

He grins, stroking your cheek softly. “You’re such a good girl.”

He presses your knees into the mattress as he works open your pussy with the head of his cock. You sucked in a harsh breath, trying to adjust to his size. Bucky squeezes his eyes shut, unable to resist how tight your pussy feels around his cock. “Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful f’me,” he grunts out. You whine uncontrollably as he sets a rough, short pace. “Please ruin me, Bucky.” He starts to fuck you in earnest, trading out the short strokes for long, deep ones. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, unable to take the pressure. “Fuck,” he hisses, bitting harshly into the side of your shoulder. 

You wail out, squeezing him harshly. God, you squeeze him like he had never felt before. Your cunt flutters wildly around his cock, making his head spin. You’re almost there and he can feel it.

“C’mon, I feel it coming. Let me have it, doll,” he beckons you between thrusts. “Let. Me. Have. It.” Your eyes roll into your head again as you fill the room with loud, wet sounds of your arousal. He continues to pound deeply into you, causing the headboard to slam against the wall rhythmically.

“Look me in the eyes while I fuck you, doll. You’re doing such a good job taking my cock. I need to feel you cum on my cock, darling.”

“No! Stop, Bucky, I can’t do it! I can’t!” You choke out a sob, squirting and soaking the bed below you and his thighs with your clear liquid. Your orgasm hits you harshly, sputtering as waves of pleasure course through you. You babble mindlessly as he puts all his strength into his final thrusts. Your cunt convulses around his cock, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. Your nails scratch down his back, shoving him  over the edge aggressively, filling up your overstimulated pussy with load after load of his cum. You pant together, trying to catch your breaths. 

You stay wrapped up for a moment, reveling in the moment. Bucky holds you as your body twitches. You can feel every part of him, how his skin feels sticky with sweat under your thighs. How the scent of his cologne sticks to your nose. You throw your head back, a small smile etched into your face. Brought about by a sudden tiredness, your eyelids grow heavy.

He rolls over next to you, propping himself up on his arm. “So?” he inquires, poking your cheek softly. “How did I do?” You continue to lie there nearly motionless, still in complete bliss. “I think the state of our sheets show how well you did,” you joke, rolling over to poke his cheek back. “I still can’t believe you made me do that.” He chuckles, smiling bashfully. “Anything for my doll.”

Bucky rolls closer to you, pressing kisses over your neck where he had previously left marks. You squirm, giggling as his teeth lightly tickle your neck. He puts his teeth harder into the flesh by your collarbone, sucking in another dark, needy mark. “Careful,” you warn. “Don’t want to start anything you can’t finish.”

He brings his fingers down to your cunt again, teasing. “Who said I won’t be finishing you? Be good for me.” He slowly slides in his middle finger. You sigh into his touch, heat pooling in your lower abdomen. “Bucky?” You caution, unsure of his next move. He circles his thumb lightly over your clit, trying to be gentle due to your overstimulation. “Please, Bucky, right there!” He groans, feeling how he mixes around his cum with your arousal with his fingers.

The precise robotic movements of his fingers push you closer and closer to the edge. A guttural sound pours from his lips as he feels the familiar clench of your pussy around his fingers. You sob, losing yourself in the wonderful pleasure of his fingers. He presses continuously against that soft spot inside you, forcing you to arch into his touch.

“Bucky, Bucky, Oh my God, Bucky, Please?”

One roll of his fingers, a swipe of his thumb over your swollen clit, and you’re cumming on his fingers again, shuddering and shaking in his arms. Your whiny, pathetic moans echo in the room, only to be matched by the sound of your sopping wet cunt. He helps you through the aftershocks of your orgasm before sliding his fingers out again.

Staring into your eyes, he takes his arousal-soaked fingers and puts them in his mouth. “That’s my girl.”

[neoraso]

love on your lips| nct dream

sweet affirming words dreamies say to you, idk why all of them are sad except haech, which is kinda suggestive for .5 seconds but it's sweet i promise <3 00z+mark

mark : "you don't always have to be strong around me"

it had been a long day for you, stressors from the week building up leaving you dazed and exhausted. it had been a long day for mark too- it always was - but that didn't mean he didn't notice how your smile didn't meet your eyes and then twist into a grimace as soon as you thought he wasn't looking. he knew you well enough to know what you looked like when you were trying to hold yourself together from the inside out. it broke his heart to see you suffer and try to keep it to yourself. that's why he approached your sitting figure, tentatively putting his hand on your shoulder and lightly squeezed the flesh of your upper arm.

"what's goin’ on baby? you still here with me?"

his familiar line he often used to snap you out of your thoughts brought the corners of your mouth up.

"sorry. long day." you trailed off but still stood to wrap your arms around his neck, feeling like some life was flooding back into you. he responded immediately, rubbing your back and pressing you further into him, petting your head when you hooked your chin on his shoulder. mark stood there patiently in his arms, soaking you up too until he broke the silence.

"you don't always have to be strong around me baby."

your breath caught at his words and how genuinely he said them. all the things you wanted to say were stuck in your throat and all you could do was nod against him. he didn't say anything more even when he felt your tears drop on his shoulder. it was ok if you didn't say everything on your mind today, he would be there today, tomorrow and every tomorrow after that.

renjun: "you can lean on me too"

you stood under some cover with clothes and hair drenched by the rain that started unexpectedly as you walked back from the corner store, thinking the fresh air would do you good. on any other day you might've gasped when the first rain drop hit your cheek, a surprise that made you hurry your steps home to get cozy- today was not that day.

if you didn't know any better, you'd think someone had cursed you. maybe because you were already stressed, every little thing that went wrong seemed to chip away at your resolve.

you hated calling renjun for things like this, he was busy enough as it is and really you could just walk home and cry in a hot shower later. but he was your boyfriend and you knew he would scold you for walking home in the cold when he could just come get you. so you shakily wiped your phone screen while your numb fingertips fumbled to find his contact and hit call. the lump was already in your throat and your eyes burned but you would not cry on this call.

that's what you told yourself and believed until you heard his voice.

"yn? are you ok?"

that's all it took.

you choked on sobs as you described your current predicament until he cut you off, telling you he happened to be in the area and could pick you up in less than ten. the tears had stopped and turned into small gasps on the way home. renjun hadn't said much on the car ride home but held your hand the whole way while you hung your head, tears falling on his fingers.

when he pulled up in front of your place he parked the car and turned to you, not letting go of your hands.

"talk to me" he said it in a kind tone but it made you feel like a child again, unable to articulate why you’d had such an outburst.

you still tried , stuttering around the objectively insignificant events that had built up to now, and circling around the fact that you hadn’t shared any of it with him because you didn’t want to be a burden.

he squeezed your twiddling, now clammy fingers softly in his own with a sigh.

“y/n.. you are always … always there for me. truthfully i don’t know how you put up with all my complaints. but i know you listen because you love me and you care about my problems.” he was looking so severely at you you couldn’t look away as he continued,

“i’m saying this because the point of being together in this life is to share the good and the bad. you can lean on me too.”

you squeezed his fingers back, nodding so he knew you heard him and that you would try.

jeno "your problems will never be too much for me"

he slipped your phone out of your hand, turning it off and face down on the counter, sitting next to you. only then did you look up at him quizzically.

“you’ve been staring at the same post for two minutes, so what’s really going on up there?” he tapped your forehead with his index, patiently waiting for your answer.

you knew there was no getting out of it once he confronted you so you sigh, looking at the counter in front of you.

“i really don’t know jen, it’s like nothing’s happening but it’s all still too much. i’m sorry for worrying you, i’m ok i swear.” you trail off not wanting to say too much.

he knew very well that work had been taking a toll on you , and the fact he was so busy and not around as much didn’t help. but he really couldn’t stand you keeping it to yourself and suffering silently just to spare him. days of coming home to you asleep at the table with food untouched in the fridge, or on top of the bed covers with a grimace, now all connected and his heart felt heavier with each breath.

seeing as he hadn’t said anything in response, you squeezed his bicep and smiled at him like you always did, tenderly and silently saying you’ll always put him first.

“i’m ok jen, you don’t have to worry about me when you have so much going on. i can take care of myself, promise.”

as you stood to find somewhere else to space out he grabbed your wrist to stop you. moving to hold your waist as he stood up, his bangs falling in front of his eyes as he looked down at you.

“i’m always gonna worry about you, my job is to take care of you. your problems will never be too much for me, ok? i’m sorry i haven’t been home when you need me, i’ll do better. anything you need baby please let me handle it.”

he caught you off guard with his desperation and the pressure of his fingertips on your hips. so you reached up to his face pulling him down for a chaste kiss. he responded immediately, but pulled away to kiss your forehead as he stood up, hugging you properly and resting his chin against the top of your head.

"let's put on a movie and order in. we don't even have to watch it, just let me hold you."

your heart blossomed and you could already feel your stresses liquefying. the tight grip you had kept on yourself was loosening as you let him hold you together too.

all you could reply with was, “sounds perfect."

and that was more than enough for him.

haechan "every day with you excites me"

it was a typical day off with donghyuck. after he had convinced you (with not much resistance) to stay in bed for an extra hour trapped tightly between his limbs, you both got up to make breakfast.

as the two of you milled around the kitchen, there was no shock to how many kisses and pokes and squeezes he dared every time he passed by you.

once you finished and sat down to eat, he set a glass of water in front of you before sitting beside you, hooking his ankle around yours.

"drink that before your coffee please."

you looked from his face , framed by unruly curls he hadn't bothered to fix and all the beauty marks you loved to kiss back to the glass in front of you before letting out a delayed laugh.

he looked over at you curiously but still with a fond smile as he pretended to act offended.

"what's wrong with you? you're supposed to drink water before anything else in the morning... for health! i want you to be healthy for- stop laughing!"

this only made the giggles more uncontrollable even as you leaned over and kissed his cheek that was now a bit warmer than usual.

"what's wrong with you huh?"

after collecting yourself you sighed, reaching over to smooth his hair down.

"nothing is the matter my love. i just realized you tell me this same thing every time we make breakfast. and then i thought, 'is he going to tell me this every breakfast for the next 60 years? won't he get bored?' and it made me laugh. you're so cute and sweet you know?"

though the tips of his ears were pink, he still shook his head with a sigh and grumbled,

"well thank god that's why you're laughing i thought you had become delirious with like, i don't know, love. for me obviously because i'm so caring. i thought like 'wow she's so stricken by my actions she finally reached her breaking point.' or someth-"

you cut him off with a cut strawberry pressed against his open mouth. and he simply smiled before tugging you up from your chair into his lap. his mouth still full of fruit kissing your cheek countless times as he reached over and picked up your water glass again, handing it to you.

"you didn't even drink it." he whines, eyes following as you sip looking right back at him with amusement. "and for the record, yes. i will be doing this every day for forever with you because i like doing it. i like taking care of you, i like doing "mundane" things with and for you. every day with you excites me. i like waking up and pulling the covers over you, i like going to the store and buying toothpaste and bowls and- i dunno tape for us, i like folding your clothes and towels and i like telling you to drink water."

by now the glass was half empty and your heart was all the way full as he continued,

"i've never had a love like this. reciprocated, electric, comforting love. you make me feel so safe and treasured and i want to give back to you tenfold. i'd go to school for 46 years or however long they go to school to become your dentist if that's what you wanted from me. i used to think i was lazy or not meant for much in this life and now you give me so much purpose as a person and a man and your partner. i love it and i love you and there's nothing you can do about it , okay?"

the glass was empty when you set it down and pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

"you're lovely hyuck. especially in the morning, and very late at night for some reason."

"hey, what about the middle of the day? i'm so lovely all the time, all times of day." he pouted against your shoulder

"hm... yeah no the middle of the day you start to get a little rowdy, a little fired up and ... maybe even crazy some might say. oh yeah look it's nearing noon, i better take shelter before my boyfriend grabs me and doesn't let go and showers me in love and kisses for the rest of the day" you made a feeble attempt to get up when he suddenly grabbed your waist and dug his fingers in

"oh baby, it's too late. i wasn't planning on letting you go since we woke up." he pinched your hip making you yelp before adding "and i can do a lot more than kiss you."

no, his love would never get old.

jaemin "i'll show you how special you are"

jaemin suspected something was wrong but then he really knew when you said you were ready for bed at 10pm.

so naturally, he spent the 30 minutes you showered and did your night routine trying to figure out what had happened. it seemed like everything was fine at your mutual friend’s birthday dinner but as the ride home went on, you got progressively quieter. letting go of his hand as he drove to fiddle with your dress sent alarms blaring in his mind so much so he forgot to say anything. you walked in the door taking off your bag and shoes by yourself, practically teleporting into the bathroom leaving him stunned in the entry way.

he thought of springing this discussion after your shower but figured you needed some more time, so he forced himself to take a longer time getting ready for bed too.

he walked into the bedroom, to you laying with your back turned he sighed, tentatively slipping under the covers and scooping you to him before he could think to stop himself.

“jaemin…” you whined with no real bite as he inhaled deeply into your neck, kissing the slope of your shoulder up to your ear.

“tell me what’s wrong baby. cmon, i’m here. don’t leave me out.”

you paused for a while before accepting defeat. you knew it would come up eventually so it might as well be now,

“it’s dumb…” you grumbled, but relaxed in his hold either way.

“not dumb if it upsets you this much, i hate to see you so sad.” you could feel his pout against your skin. thankful you didn’t have to look at his face as you continued, far too embarrassed.

“i just… i overheard your friends talking about your ex. they didn’t even say anything really just that they hadn’t seen you out and actually happy since you guys broke up. so really, it was a good thing and i couldn't tell you why it upset me but it just made me wonder if you were actually happy with me or could be as in love. i don’t know…”

his hands moved softer over the curve of your waist as his expression hardened.

"who exactly was saying all of this?"

"i think you went to school with them, i don't know their names." your voice got smaller the hotter your face became until you prayed to vanish into the bed sheets.

he took a pause and did his best to not sound dismissive as he continued,

"angel, the only people whose opinion you should worry about are the ones who know that you're my everything. i don't know who… i don’t know why anyone is still worried about the past.”

he paused thoughtfully, sitting up on his elbow to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“you know and i know what my last relationship did to me. and you and i also know i am 1000% over what she did and i know she was no good to begin with for me.”

you finally turned your head to look at him, knowing he never liked to talk about his ex. the guilt crept up on you as you backpedaled on your tantrum

“i'm sorry jaems we don't have to talk about this.”

he gave you a sweet smile, his hair still slightly wet from his shower made you want to run your fingers through it. you wondered if he did his hair care by himself or neglected it because you didn't help him like you do every night.

“i don't mind talking about it. because not only am i truly madly deeply in love with you," he couldn't help but smile when you did too at this, "you made me realize i've never had a real love like this. you changed my life for the better. i'm sorry you had to hear anyone saying those things, but no one’s opinion matters to me when i have you and get to be loved by you. okay?” i’ll show you how special you are and let everyone know too so no one can doubt your or me again.”

your heart soared as his confession went on. you reached up to pull his face to yours for a quick kiss which he turned into three.

“ok, i love you. sorry i'm such a baby lets sleep now.”

“you are my baby yes. and i will always here to remind you how much i love you. now go to sleep and when you wake up i'll love you even more than i did today."

[hinamie]

close again and closer still

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere knight who wants you instead of the princess.

Dead dove Do not Eat Tw. For noncon, MDNI, Fem pov

Yandere knight who has been training in the palace for a very long time. It's an honor for a commoner like him to even set foot into the castle walls, so he works earnestly.

Yandere knight who's been catching glimpses of not only the lovely princess throughout the years, but her handmaidens as well. You're a daughter of a somewhat lesser noble house, and therefore you have essentially been given to the royal family until you're eventually married off to another courtier.

But of all the noble ladies, who often ignore him, he finds you to be the most approachable and kind to him and the other squires. He's developed a bit of a crush on you over the years, and he eventually found it in himself to express his feelings. They were innocent and pure then, and he stood there blushing and awkward waiting for you to accept or deny. He would've taken a no from you. Really, he would have.

But then that pompous bitch got in the way.

The princess had you pulled away by her other attendants before you could answer, and she all but sneered at him.

"My maids are not for common rife like you to sully," she spat, a look of disdain carved on her delicate features.

Yandere knight who was deployed to the battlefront soon after. He spent years in misery knowing it was that royal woman's meddling that had both sent him here and stopped him from knowing how you truly felt.

Yandere knight who carved through foe upon foe with the flash of his sword while thinking of you. He would wipe blood from his face and wonder what it would take to have you. He resolves to become so renowned that he could have you and the respect he deserved all those years ago anyways.

Yandere knight who comes back as the hero of the nation. A parade is thrown for him upon his return, and flowers are thrown at his feet by the masses of people. He is awarded a noble title, a duke (impressive), a territory of land to manage, and the blessing to have the hand of any eligible lady in the land from the king.

The implication was for him to go for the princess, sitting there in a gown befitting of an engagement party. She wasn't the heir to the throne, and having a young, impressionable Duke to have and father a potential crown prince or princess was certainly a draw for her to act so sweet and lovely despite her previous attitudes. He had to use all the will in his body to hide his disdainful glare towards her. Instead, he strode up with a near giddy grin, breezed past the waiting royal, and knelt before you.

"[Name], I shall have you as my wife," He says with a beaming smile. You try to protest, but he's already sweeping you into his arms. The king seems surprised by his choice, but as he stares between Yandere Knight, lovestruck and beaming, and you, squirming and utterly shocked, he realizes that he cannot simply go back on his word. The king waves his hand, and your fate is sealed.

Yandere knight feels bad for not giving you a proper wedding. In fact, he feels bad about not taking you to your new home before he's pulling up your skirts. He's a dog, he knows, but you're just so tempting now that you're all his. He shoving you down onto the plush upholstery of the carriage seats, and you let out a startled cry.

Yandere knight who cannot claim he's chivalrous. He wishes he could, but he loves the way your breasts look pushed up so tightly in the laced bodice of yours. He lets out a groan, petting your hair and shushing you as you whimper under his wandering touch. Button after button becomes undone.

"Love, you'll never wear such stifling clothing again. You hear me? All robes and lace from now on. None of this nonsense," He murmurs into your skin. He pulled your corset and chemise from your body, and he pressed fervent kisses to the crook of your neck. He grasps at your breasts, kneading them experimentally. He's had time to experience women on the battlefield. A fling or two in some field on the outskirts of a freshly liberated village. He would think of you the whole time and imagine what he was latching his lips around the stiff peak of your nipple while a random girl cried out underneath him. But this was real. Your warmth beneath his much heavier form was on of the most beautiful feeling he had ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

He parted your legs, and he could feel you shy away from him. He laughed. As if you had a choice. He knew you would love him eventually, but for now you can't blame him for how ravenous he was as he felt between your shaking, parted legs. He smirked as his lips met yours. His fingers slid against your folds, gathering slick arousal on his digits with a curious hum. He grinds his thumb against your clit as he slowly pushes his way into your warm, spongy walls.

"Oh? Is it good there? Or here? Where, love? You gotta use your words," He teases and licks the tears rolling down your cheeks, peppering your soft skin with kisses. He feels you pulse and stretch around his hand, and he relishes the way your back arches when he curls his fingers just right against that sweet little spot. Desperate noises tumble out of you, and he smiles.

He pulls his fingers out, and you cry out at the sudden sensation. Your chest is heaving with small moans, and your pretty pussy is drooling onto the carriage cushions. He pushes your legs up to your chest for a better grip, and his shudders at the way your twitching feels against the head of his cock.

Yandere knight knows that, as he thrusts into you, he's going to enjoy the luxury of finally having you both under his body and under his control.

[your-internet-bf]

Thinking about showing everyone what a whore you are.

Hanging out with friends, everyone is having a good time, you're sitting next to me on the couch. I turn to the group and say, "hey, watch this." I look you in the eyes and tell you to spread.

Obediently, you open your legs for the whole party to see, smiling so prettily at me. Just the way I trained you. Everyone's laughing, but you're so drunk, you don't really understand why.

I reach a hand between your legs, rubbing so sweetly, and say to everyone else, "come on, come feel how wet she is!"

So our friends gather around, chuckling and teasing as they all lean in to feel you for themselves. I rest one hand on top of your head - you're doing so well for me.

Your whole body is suffused with warmth, now. From the booze and weed, sure, but there's another warmth, isn't there, building inside you. You barely even notice as I help you out of your clothes, but you certainly notice when my cock slaps down on your tummy.

"Hey, wait," you laugh, and as your mouth opens fingers find their way inside. They're not mine. You aren't sure whose they are. There's a raw attitude building in the room, and more and more hands are on you every second, more lips, more probing fingers.

With a jolt, you feel me push inside. You've never quite gotten used to my size, and it feels so fucking good as I stretch you out inside, pressing in every direction, and you can't help but moan with my strong, deep strokes.

Another cock is by your mouth, pushing at your lips, then another. Someone grabs your wrist and puts your hand on their cock, and someone is riding your other hand, now. I press down on your tummy as I fuck you, and hands caress your hips, your moans obstructed by the cocks in your mouth. You're such a good girl that you try to focus through the pleasure to stroke what's in your hands. People are laughing, aren't you proud to be the heart of the party?

Abruptly, the cock in your hand spasms, and you feel the hot, sticky cum shoot onto your bare tummy. Your breath catches in your throat, and with three quick, perfect strokes inside you, you cum, cum for me, writhing beneath the hands and attention of all your friends, and as you contract around me I can't help it either. You hear me moan something, indistinct over the noise of the party, over the noise of your exhibition of lust, and you feel it shoot deep inside you, spraying your womb, dripping out as I continue to thrust into you.

I pull out, slapping your aching cunt, watching you flinch. You're begging now, you need more, don't you? I half pull, half carry you over to the coffee table, and push you down on one side.

I lift one leg up, and as I force your tight little ass to spread for my thick, veiny cock, I grab your hair and pull your head back. You feel pressure as someone else, you don't even know who and I won't let you see, slides their cock inside you, my cum still dripping out. Their cock isn't nearly as thick, but it's long, long, long. You gasp as our friend pushes your cervix up into you, fucking you quick and deep as I impale you on my cock.

You start crying, hands covering you again, kisses on your neck, your shoulder blades, your spine, your fingers, and you cum again, intoxicated by the attention, losing yourself in the hedonism of it all...

After you don't know how long, you feel me pull out. You're not even sure if I came or not, but the space is filled soon enough. As you feel the warm wetness of a tongue caress between your legs, you overhear me on the phone.

"Yeah, man, get over here. Bring everyone. Oh, don't bring any condoms. You're not gonna believe this..."

[m-ayo-o]

thinking of husband nanami kento who is really into playing with your pussy through your panties!

so much so, that he often asks you to wear his favourite pair.

"which pair are you wearing tonight, darling?" he would ask during your evening out.

"the pretty white pair, just like you asked, kento~" you chime back, adoring this more sexually perverted side to your usually sweet and caring husband.

and with the way he's thinking, it is getting so perverse he needs to take you home immediately.

spreading his legs on the couch, he gets you comfortable on top, and feels up your inner thighs until he finds what he wants.

"that's it, sweetheart," he encourages you to open your legs wider for him and expose the sweet spot nestled in your core.

which is where his thumb rests, right at your centre, rubbing up and down.

the gentle motion, paired with the heat coming from his body and his voice in your ear, is enough to get you wet through the material.

and that's just how he likes it; seeping through the thin fabric of those pretty white panties.

"soaked already, honey?" the timbre of his voice makes you quiver on his lap. your thighs clench and he knows you're already close.

"just teasing, baby," he kisses your cheek from his position behind you, his golden hair tickling your neck, "let me get on my knees."

those words alone are enough to get you dripping down your thighs.

"y-yes, kento~"

you find yourself sitting above him with your legs being spread by large, masculine, familiar hands.

the gold band of his ring glistens in the low light, accentuating the beauty of the man below you.

"yes, just like that, good girl," he purrs and settles between your legs. his thighs bulge as he kneels, drawing your attention further down to the tent in his tight pants.

it's throbbing, getting harder the closer his lips get to your wet, messy panties.

his tongue reaches out, connecting to your core, and his throat forces out a guttural grunt.

his teeth find the saturated material, and he only just restrains himself from ripping them to shreds.

sliding his tongue out, he returns to his original mission; making you cum through your panties.

he pleasures you, licking you up and down your barely clothed labia, focusing on the sweet spot of your clit.

the relentless licking and restrained groans coming from his chest make you whimper. your breath falters, your hands gripping tight to the chair below you as you let out a shrill cry.

"ken..to- ahh-- fuckk..!!"

your legs are shaking. he can taste the liquid you're spilling through your panties.

but he's not satisfied.

taking you to bed, he lays you down with care and unbuckles his tight, restrictive pants.

releasing his cock from his shorts he arches over your body that's dewy with sweat, glistening from the aftermath of your first orgasm.

pumping himself a few times, he nestles his lips into your neck and mutters something.

"sorry.. sweetheart.." he's embarrassed, "i need to.."

and he slides his cock into your soaking wet panties.

he pumps his dick in and out of the tight material, giving him enough lubrication and friction to get off.

you look down, seeing the way his dick pushes into your panties, pulling them tight over the smooth head, all covered in your wet mess, combining with his precum, and you moan at the sight.

"uhh.." he groans as he starts coming undone- your composed and elegant husband is moaning profanities into your ear from fucking your soaking wet panties.

he rubs the head of his cock over your pussy. but not in.

he's not even penetrating you and he's getting breathless.

his moaning soon falls off, into heated panting as he presses kiss after kiss to your tender neck.

and the way the smooth head of his cock is teasing your puffy clit is sending you spiralling out of control as you clutch onto the shirt that you've nearly ripped off his back.

"ken-- kentoo..." you whimper for him, through the relentless pleasure.

"sweet-- heart.." his hands pin your hips to the bed and he pulls away in the peak of this heated moment to look down.

the sight of his cock, pulling tight against the material of your panties makes his abs clench up with pleasure.

"c-close.." he murmurs, giving your clit a few final touches before his cock starts pulsing, squirting ropes of cum through the lacy material.

"uh.. aah--" he groans, his brow squeezed together in pleasure as he looks down at you.

"god, i've made a mess.." he mutters, slipping his cock out of your panties and dragging them down your legs.

"let me clean you up, darling.."

kento

[ripcupid]

Sevika is now a council member, why not make it smut 🤷🏾‍♀️

- I honestly don’t know how I feel abt this or even the ending of arcane but fuck it btw I have another sev fic i should finish soon. 🤞🏾

Send request if you have any 🤍

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” You pants, holding Sevika's shoulders as she fervently kisses your neck, pressing you against the table, her breath hot against your skin. "You have a meeting soon, what if someone walks in?"

Sevika pulls back to you, her eyes dark with desire as a mischievous smile plays on her lips. "I don't care, let them," Sevika smirks, lifting you easily onto the table and wrapping your arms around her neck before saying, "You know why? Cause I'm a fucking councillor now, I make the rules, baby.

You giggle at her boldness, unable to push aside the ache growing between your thighs at the possibility of the rest of the council walking in on you. "Please just be quick, Sev," you plead, playing with her hair as she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your jaw.

"I can't promise that, babe," she chuckles, kissing along your jaw as her hands slips under your shirt, pulling you closer.

You can't help but moan softly as she nips and sucks at your neck, moving your head to give her better access as you give in to her touch. Sevika's hands move with urgency, making quick work of your shirt and bra, tossing them to the floor before standing back to get a good look at you.

"Fuck, baby" she breathes, trailing her eyes over your exposed chest with hunger in her gaze. "Take those off for me," she demands, her eyes locked on your every move as you eagerly comply, stripping yourself of your jeans, leaving you in just your underwear. You blush at her staring, shying away slightly before meeting her eyes with a shy smile.

"Stop being shy, c'mere," she murmurs, stepping forward, her hands tracing your waist before settling on your hips. "You’re so fucking hot," she says against your lips making you giggle before pulling you into a passionate kiss, her lips moving hungrily against yours.

Sevika guides you to her designated chair around the table, pulling you onto her lap as she deepens the kiss, her hands resting on the curve of your ass. You wrap your arms around her neck, subtly grinding against her thigh as she kneads your ass, giving you a playful spank. You tuck your head into the crook of her neck, hiding the whimper that escapes your lips as she rubs over the now sensitive skin.

"Don't hide from me, baby," Sevika demands, spanking your ass again, making you gasp. You face flushes as you meet her intense gaze, feeling a surge of arousal at her hands slowly guiding you to grind against her thick thigh. Your clothed clit rubs against your panties, the damp fabric creating a delicious friction that makes you twitch in her lap.

"Oh fuck, Sev," you moan, bunching Sevika's shirt in your fists as you grind harder against her. The feeling of her strong thigh against your throbbing clit fogs your brain, forgetting about the meeting starting soon, only able to think about how badly you want to cum.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Sevika coos, brushing back your hair and holding your face in her hand. You nod, unable to form words, the only sounds escaping your lips being desperate whimpers and cries. "Yeah, you wanna cum for me?"

"Yes, please," you manage to gasp out, your hips faltering when Sevika flexes her thigh against you, increasing the pressure on your throbbing clit. Sevika's hand leaves your face, trailing her fingers down your neck to your tits, teasingly circling your hardened nipples.

You twitch as she pinches the sensitive buds, chuckling softly at your reaction. She leans back in her chair to watch you squirm in her lap, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she taunts, "My meeting starts soon and I would hate to leave you like this." You whimper in frustration, feeling the heat pooling between your legs as Sevika's finger trails even lower.

"No, please, I'm so close," you cry, humping against her thigh desperately. Sevika's grin widens as she pulls your panties up against your dripping core, reveling in the way you writhe and moan under her touch. As your orgasm builds, Sevika guides your hips to move faster, feeling you drip onto her thigh.

"Can I cum, Sevika, please? " you beg, your voice shaky with need as your head drops against her chest, feeling the tension building in your belly.

Sevika chuckles, stroking your hair gently as she whispers, "Of course, baby." With her encouragement, you finally reach the edge, tucking your head in her neck to muffle the cries of pleasure as your body trembles.

As you come down from your high, you face Sevika again, a shy smile on your lips as you give her a quick kiss before getting off her lap with shaky legs. "You need help?" Sevika jokes, watching you stumble slightly before getting up to help.

"I'm good, just need a minute," you pant using the table to steady yourself.

"Let me help," Sevika insists, picking up your clothes and carefully dressing you.

"Thank you," you whisper, once she's done, leaning up to kiss her once more before heading towards the door, "Have a good meeting,” you wink as you exit, running into another council member as you speed down the hall

[catdia]

Sevika with a Chubby S/o

Sevika loves bigger women, something about round tummies and thick thighs makes her go wild

calls you her peach because your nice and juicy

runs her fingers along your stretch marks, grabbing fistfuls of your flesh

chronic ass slapper and biter

uses your belly as leverage to fuck into you with her strap

constantly tells you that she wants to get you pregnant if she could

that you’ll make a great mama for her children

Sevika is much leaner and muscular, so whenever you get the chance you trace her abs with your finger tips

amazed by her raw powerful body you get an excuse to make her move furniture or heavy boxes

Silco adores you, so does Jinx. he asks Sevika how are you doing and genuinely cares about you (especially when you brought cookies for his daughter). because he has seen first hand what your relationship does to Sevika

got into a pretty nasty fight? Sevika punches his goons half to death. and looks even scarier than ever before

you patched up Sevika’s poncho after it got snagged on a broken window? he could almost see a sliver of a blush on her cheeks

his right hand woman has no idea the effect you have on her does she?

Sevika even toned down drinking and smoking

“my lady chews my ear off if I smell too much like a drive bar.”

you call her beautiful as you kiss her countless scars and rub the shoulder of her mechanical arm

“i’m everything but beautiful, doll.”

something primal takes over her as she sees how different your bodies are. you so soft and plush, her’s hard and brutal.

treats you like an absolute princess. buys you what ever you want. gives you what ever you want.

you are the one that cuts and styles her hair. she even asked you to shave her bald once and you had a heart attack.

Sevika plays dirty in card games. for every round she wins you take off a piece of clothing. one time she left you completely bare and you were pissed because you saw her cheat more than once.

ate your fat pussy out as a form of sorry

when she tells you to sit on her face, you SIT on her face

no “I’m too heavy” bullshit. if she couldn’t handle a little weight on her then she wouldn’t have the privilege of calling you her woman

and have you seen her?! Sevika is a tank. she can certainly handle herself (and you) more than anything

sleeps nude, with her chest pressed against your back and always a hand on your lower tummy

walks around the apartment shirtless all the time. flexes her arm when she catches you staring

uses your arm fat as a stress ball. It “makes her think better”. her words not mine

you patch her up after rough deals, crying and yelling at her for being too reckless. so selfish

Sevika kisses you. nose running down your neck, smelling your sweetness. she hates seeing you in pain. especially if it was caused by her

“i don’t like it when you cry.”

[confettiibunny]

ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ!ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ʜᴄs ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

Nanami editors on TikTok are cooking a little too hard and now they got me all soppy about him ☹️

🎀 Husband!Nanami who’s manages to quell every single one of your outbursts without letting the situation scale into an argument. His way of approaching any relationship issues is just so inexplicably healthy, unlike anything you’ve experienced before. Whether you’re panicking, lashing out, or even crying he is present. Anything you have to say tumbles out of your mouth and when you’re done, his arms do all the talking as he tugs you close, rocking you back and forth in a soothing motion. All your emotions fizz away and you’re left a mushy mess in his arms, sniffling and nodding your head as he finally starts to talk you into calming down.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who is a big believer in spoiling you. Your hair is always glossy, your skin seems to glow from within, and your nails and clothes are nothing short but impeccable. But he also believes in spoiling you rotten with love. He has to hold you when it’s just you two alone, sitting you in his lap as his hands keep a reassuring grasp on your hips. And as you cling your arms around his neck and press your nose against his pulse, the world is quiet and peaceful and you feel like you’re falling in love all over again.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who is a sucker for feeling you scratch his back. It sounds a little strange but after a stressful day of work, all he wants is to strip down and flop onto the bed, knowing that you’ll always appear and give him what he wants. You insist on doing this anyways, settling your body on his lower back and raking your freshly manicured nails down his back to elicit rewarding little sounds from him. Low groans, gentle sighs, and cooes of “love you, baby” leave his lips and make their way to your ears, making you feel all fuzzy inside.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who lets you do makeup on him during his days off. Perched in his lap with him back against the headboard, you carefully curl his lashes before applying an even coat of mascara to his stubborn lashes. It’s not much makeup but it honestly suits him well; a cushion foundation, some concealer for his under eyes, and cheek and lip tint, and mascara. The fact your husband was so comfortable within his own skin and masculinity that you could doll him up so cutely made you giggle like a fool. And once you finish the everyday look, he’s so quick to ask about all the products and techniques you used with genuine care for what you have to say.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who slowly but surely becomes a biter. It all started when you tried to bite his cheeks while cuddling, only to pout when you nearly hit into his cheekbones. Of course he had to return to favor and nibbled on the squish of your cheeks, making you burst into laughter and squeals. From then on he’s expanded, leaving purplish love bites upon your chest and when you’re both feeling a little cheeky, on your collarbone and neck as well. It makes him flush with a little shame when he thinks about it, but the silent display of possessive affection never fails to leave him grinning like a child when he’s alone.

🌼 Husband!Nanami who has a photo of you everywhere and makes it known to anyone asking that yes, that lovely lady is his wife. His lock screen is a snapshot of your hands after a spa nail, pretty pink nails and a golden band that is your wedding ring. There's a small pic of you in his wallet from the times you were just starting to date, caught in a frenzied laughter after being told a joke. Ooh, and if anyone asks who you are after seeing such photos of you, he’ll say with all his chest “that’s my wife in these photos. I love her very much,” all while having a rare smile in public on his face.

🎀 Husband!Nanami who loves you like there’s no tomorrow. Who holds your hand everywhere outside and watches over you with critical eyes, glaring at anyone who even remotely gives you a strange look. He’s a man that drags out every kiss, a hand on your neck as he gently groans into your mouth. Who hugs you so tightly you feel like you’re about to burst at the seams, thick and burly forearms encircling your waist as you snuggle against his chest. This is where you belong, the both of you: nestled in each other in a heart-to-heart embrace.

[angelxcz]

“𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧.”

ᥫ᭡. jjk men making you cum through your panties

characters; gojo, toji, geto, nanami, choso

content; smut, daddy kink, thigh riding, vibrator use, pussy eating, needy choso, petnames, praise

gojo finds it so cute how wet your are for him. when he crawls in between your legs to see the wet spot on your panties he smirks. his hands gripping both your legs and spreading them apart. “i think we can have some fun like this.” licking a stripe up your clothed pussy.

you became a moaning mess when he kept licking hungrily at the soaked fabric. groaning into you as he let his tongue taste your sweetness, occasionally stopping to suck at your sensitive clit with a hum. you mewled, your back arching off the bed as you reached down to grip his hair. “f-fuck, satoru.”

gojo grunted, placing a small kiss to your clit before lifting his head slightly to smirk up at you. “wonder if i can make that pretty pussy squirt just from this.” wasting no time before getting back to sloppily licking and sucking.

“nngh- ahh, satoru—” you whimpered, your toes curling as your head fell deeper into the pillow. yes. yes he could make you cum just from this. “o-oh- cumming! ‘m cumming.” you cried, your body shaking as your pussy gushed. squirting streams of your sweetness into gojo’s awaiting mouth.

you breathed heavily in an attempt to catch your breath. your body jerking when your boyfriend teasingly slapped your sensitive cunt. “shit. didn’t think it’d work.” he mused.

toji makes you squirm for the entire day before allowing you to get yourself off. kissing you softly with a smirk as he watched you desperately rut your hips back and forth on his thigh. the huge wet spot on your panties rubbing off onto his skin as you moaned and whimpered. “t-toji, nngh- daddy.” you mewled, gripping onto his shoulders in an attempt to speed up your pace.

“that’s it doll. that’s a good fucking girl” he groaned, “ya look so hot when you’re all desperate to cum.”

you could only let out a cry, your pussy clenching around nothing when your eyes met his. a string of shaky high pitched whimpers falling past your parted lips as you neared your high. “o-oh f-uckk— ahh, ‘m cumming. daddy ‘m cumming.”

“s-shit, go ahead doll. make a mess f’ me.” he breathed, his cock straining against his pants as he watched you fall apart. your head falling back as your body trembled, your back arched and your moans broken as you messily squirted in your panties.

the liquid drenching your boyfriend’s thigh as you continued to grind onto him. you let out a satisfied breath, your puffy folds sticky and wet with your slick as you cane down from your high. “t-thank you daddy.” you bit your lip, toji grinning before taking hold of your waist and pinning you roughly onto the couch. “my turn.”

geto loves fucking you. but he also loves seeing you fall apart under a vibrator. holding you against his chest, your legs held up in the air by one of his hands while the other pressed the toy to your clothed clit. the loud whirring filling the room as pleasure shot through you.

“nngh- o-oh shit— suguru.” you mewled, attempting to arch your hips as the strong vibrations were sent directly into your clit. “f-fuck.”

geto watched with a smirk as you moaned loudly, your eyes filling with pleasurable tears when he pressed it even further onto the sensitive bud. your breathing sped up, head falling onto his chest as the wet spot on your panties grew bigger.

your eyes rolling back and your whimpers becoming shaky as you neared your orgasm.

“there we go. look at that. look so pretty like this.” geto cooed, bringing his lips down to neck as your body began to tremble. your eyes rolling back and your mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

“that’s it- give it to me.” your pussy clenching around nothing at his words before you were cumming uncontrollably, your back arched as your squirts seeped through the fabric and onto his thighs. geto only groaning as he kept the vibrator in place. “good girl, now give me another one.”

nanami sometimes likes to make you cum with his fingers on your clothed clit. laying you down on your bed and pressing his lips to yours while his two fingers rubbed small circles on the bud. the blond man swallowing your moans and whimpers as your back arched.

you let out a small cry when nanami started to kiss down your chest. settling his mouth on your breasts with a groan of his own. sucking one of your nipples into his mouth while he twisted the other with his free hand.

“ahh- kento,” you moaned softly, letting out a string of pretty whines as you grew closer and closer.

“that’s it sweetheart, cum for me when you’re ready.”

you could only mewl, your lips parted in heavy breaths as his skilled fingers worked you off the edge. your body jerking slightly as you shakily breathed his name. letting out another moan when his teeth grazed your nipple.

nanami smiled as you came, feeling you wet your panties with your slick as your body quivered shortly. you panted, nanami coming back up to press his lips onto yours. “gonna fuck you so good now sweetheart.”

choso is needy. so when you tell him he can’t stick it in for reasons he didn’t bother understanding, he finds another way. thrusting needily into the fabric of your panties as he moaned, his precum adding to the wetness of the fabric.

“nngh— f-fuck, so good.” choso whimpered, his hips moving rhythmlessly in attempt to make himself cum. something that he could do even without contact. “b-baby- ahh, does it feel good baby?”

you nodded with a mewl, feeling your boyfriend’s tip bumping into your clit with each of his thrusts. his parted lips and teary eyes making your pussy clench as you moaned out. “feels good baby- nngh— really g-good.”

choso smiled down at you, his hands growing weak as he came closer to spilling. his body laying flat onto yours before he buried his face into your neck. his drool coating your skin as his cock desperately rubbed against you.

“baby,” choso breathed, “i’m so close- are you close too?”

“mhm!”

“f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum- let’s cum to- ahh— together okay?” he let out a high pitched mewl.

you nodded with a cry, your back arching as you made a mess in your panties. drenching the fabric in your wetness making choso groan. his eyes rolling back and his body trembling as he came, the sticky substance spurting onto your clothed cunt as you both panted. “again, please.”

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・megumi's birthday ⸜⸜・

virgin reader surprising megumi for his birthday is the cutest thing ever. it's your first time wearing a victoria secret matching set and you feel pretty. when you finally tiptoe into his room, his jaw falls on the floor.

"it's you?" he asks, making you laugh. he doesn't believe what he's seeing. the lace wraps perfectly around your body and it's a bit see through, leaving nothing to his imagination.

"happy birthday." you say, climbing into the bed next to him. his hand settles on your cheek before he kisses you softly. you never got further than kissing and you want to change it today. but one problem, megumi is even more scared of your first time than you are. soon the kisses turn into needy clashing of teeth and tongues and you end up on his lap. he feels a bit awkward that he's still fully clothed but he can only concentrate on you. he tskes one of your tits softly in his hand, rubbing your nipple over your bralette. he's so shy. megumi has you wrapped in his arms, holding you close to his body as if he's scared you're gonna leave him. you decide to give him more as you start moving your hips on his lap. he sucks in a breath, feeling his cock get harder than it already was. you can feel his tip bumping into your clit with every move of your hips. his mouth focuses on your neck and he sucks and bites all around it. he wants, needs to mark you up but he knows gojo would tease him to his death about it.

"can i- please?" you don't know what he's begging for but you nod your head. a squeak leaves your mouth when he flips you over so that you're now under him. megumi takes off his pants and shirt, still leaving his boxers on. your eyes meet the hard on he's wearing but you decide to ignore it for now. that's until he thrusts his crotch into you. you moan, back arching off the bed. he humps your pussy as if he was fucking you.

"im scared," he confesses, "don't wanna fuck you yet."

your heart sinks a bit at his words, you need him inside of you so badly but you're gonna give him time. you wrap your arms around him, bringing him closer to you. with each stroke of his hips, he brings you closer to your orgasm. you know he's close too by the shaking of his thrusts.

"gonna cum together." he whispers in your ear. it takes him few more thrusts because you're cumming together. you both shake in each other's embrace. you smile at him, wiping his hair out of his forehead to look him in the eyes. you notice that he's close to crying so you gently kiss him on his lips.

"thank you so much, y/n," megumi says, burying his face into your neck, "you didn't have to do any of this. im just so in love with you."

[gumii-bearr]

thinking about... ❝ corruption kink ❞

featuring... megumi fushiguro

content warning: MDNI (18+), afab!reader, girly!reader, alt!megumi, college!au (all characters are around 20-22), opposites attract fr, choking, corruption kink, rough sex??, virgin!reader, masturbation mentions??, dacryphilia, spanking, bruising, marking, size kink, blowjob mentions, dom/sub dynamics, reader is a girly girl and megumi is alt as fuck

author's note: this was requested by a lot of people

── alt!megumi who was infatuated with you from the start.

── you met at some college party and you were just adorable. you wore a pretty pink skirt with frills and lace, and you had pink bows in your hair and your makeup done with pretty blush and glitter.

── and alt!megumi knew he had to have you.

── you were so sweet to him, immediately bubbly and kind, complimenting his tattoos and his piercings and laughing at his sort of terrible jokes.

── and you loved that he was bigger than you and stronger than you, he was dark and brooding and definitely a little intimidating but you always make it a mission to befriend everyone.

── alt!megumi loving how soft and pretty you are and he'd be lying to himself and everyone else if he didn't want to corrupt your sweet little innocence.

── alt!megumi who stands out like a sore thumb in your pastel room, covered in hello kitty posters, fairy lights, sanrio plushies and pretty pink bedspreads and pastel sheets.

── alt!megumi whose dark clothes end up strewn all over your floor, your adorable lacy bloomers and pink skirt in a heap because you can't fucking resist each other anymore.

── alt!megumi who has your kitty sock-clad feet over his shoulders, your little hands gripping the sheets while he fucks into your tight little virgin pussy.

── alt!megumi who knows he's your first with how tight you feel around him, your plush thighs shaking with your approaching orgasm and you don't know what's happening because you've never been able to make yourself cum on your little fingers.

── "g-gumi– what's happening? i f-feel weird–"

── "s'okay, sweetheart... you're gonna cum."

── alt!megumi who loves it when you cry. when you whimper and cling to his shoulders, your pretty acrylic nails scraping down his back because it feels too good and you can't get enough.

── alt!megumi who wants to fucking ruin you for any other guy.

── alt!megumi who fucks you a little rougher the more you get used to his cock.

── he leaves bruises on your pretty hips and likes to leave hickeys all over your neck and down your pretty tits. and he especially loves when you try to ride him.

── it feels too good and you're whimpering and moaning and your movements are so shallow and erratic and megumi knows you need his help but fucking hell he likes to see you beg and whine about being embarrassed.

── alt!megumi who finds out you like to be spanked.

── you try doggy for the first time and your ass is just so damn cute pressed against his hips like that and he can't stop himself.

── he lands a hard spank to your ass and you whimper and gasp at the feeling of his cock deep inside you paired with the sting of his big hand on your ass.

── you clench down hard on him.

── "aw, sweet girl... you like that, huh?"

── he never lets you leave without your ass red and stinging under your cute little skirt, too sore to put on panties and too sore to sit down in a chair so of course you sit in his lap so he can soothe you with kisses and gentle rubs to your thigh.

── alt!megumi who fucking loses it when he sees your adorable pink lacy panties on his bedroom floor, a stark contrast to the dark and alternative vibe of his room.

── he loves seeing you wrapped up in his black sheets, your skin so soft and so warm and your hair still adorned with bows and pink hair tinsel.

── alt!megumi who slips your panties into his back pocket and will act dumb when you ask if he's seen them later.

── alt!megumi who will never fail to be surprised by you. like when he's fucking you a little too soft and you like it rough now because of him, so you tug on his hand and force it around your throat, wanting him to choke you while he fucks into you.

── "holy shit, sweetheart. you just keep me guessin' don't you?"

── alt!megumi who likes how much bigger he is than you, how your hands look so small wrapped around his cock and how your mouth struggles to take him.

── alt!megumi who likes how fucking dumb you get on his dick. begging for more as if you don't feel him inside your tummy and as if you haven't cum on his face, his fingers and his cock about six times.

── alt!megumi who fucking loves you, loves how you leave angry marks down his back, how you leave your cute panties lying around on his bedroom floor, how you send him little pictures of your outfits every day only for them to end up on your floor when he comes over.

── alt!megumi who's the first guy to ever fuck you and will absolutely be the last.

author's note: RARARARARA BARKING ON ALL FOURS

[yougavememyopia]

Part 1, 18+ NSFW, he comes from your kisses. Grinding a tiny bit. Nothing too graphic. Threats of suicide. Yeah, enjoy! The third part will be super smutty, promise.

Crybaby yandere, who loved to lay his head on your lap. Your hand lost in his fluffy hair, scratching his scalp gently. He sighed quietly, the flood of tears running down to stain your clothes.

He'd do this often. Latch onto you for comfort— muffled sobs leaving him while he stuffed his face under your shirt— his nose poking your stomach, hot breaths fanning your skin. His arms draped over your waist, tightening each time your petting stopped, whining softly.

"This feels like heaven. Ugh, your smell is driving me crazy... hic! Don't ever stop petting me, please. I love you— so, so much! "

He suddenly sat up to face you with his big, glassy eyes. A begging look on his face that he gave you so often. You knew what he wanted from the way his eyes moved to your lips. His mouth opening only to sound a whimper. Your kisses took him to paradise, but it was so embarrassing for him to ask.

You couldn't be cruel to him. At least not so early in this 'relationship' that you ended up accepting. He made your heart melt— an innocent, pretty looking boy who longed nothing but to be suffocated by your love— how could you turn him away?

He'd cry so cutely every time you made out with him. Eye closed and head tilted backwards against the couch as you take it further by kissing up and down his neck. He was already panting, his uneven, shaky breathing increasing when you reached down under his clothes. Caressing and stroking his stomach.

The dried tears on his cheek washed away with new ones. He felt ecstatic. The happiest he'd ever been. Whimpers and soft gasps filled the silence while you sucked marks on his skin. He couldn't help but moan at the thought of you claiming him— the pleasured tears now stinging his poor eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" You said sweetly, cupping his face and pulling back to look at the disheveled mess you created. "Is it too much for you, baby?"

"Mmgh... It feels amazing." He swallowed heavily, his tongue wiping the drool at the corner of his mouth. You had no idea what that nickname did to him. It made him all stupid— he just wanted to kneel down and let you control him however you wanted. "Oh, fuck. I think I'm gonna die..."

He closed his eyes, unable to look at you. A bit embarrassed at his sensitivity and the uncontrollable buldge nudging for your attention. He shifted around on your lap— was it possible to come just from making out? He felt so close already and you haven't even touched him.

You press soft kisses on his precious eyelids. Feeling his hot cheeks under your tongue. You lapped up the salty droplets, tracing a wet line over his swollen bottom lip. Reminding him of all the kisses you shared.

He couldn't hold back anymore. With a grind against your thighs, he came undone— his fingers digging into your shoulders and his head thrown back in pleasure. Moaning loudly while his back arched.

His tongue dangled out as you sucked on it, sharing a heated kiss. Whines swallowed up by your mouth. Drool spilling from the corner of his lips. He felt so dizzy, so so good. His pants all ruined, and his heart racing out of control. Almost like he was on the brink of passing out.

"You have the lewdest expressions." You teased him in a sultry voice. But instead of going all shy and covering his face, he looked at you with an uncertain gaze.

"You're... gonna keep me, right?" His breathing turned normal, voice barely a whisper. "You're not gonna leave me, right? If- If you do, I swear I'll kill myself. I can't live without you. I can't... I just can't."

Your brows furrowed. What was he going on about? He was so insecure; despite all the times you reassured him, he behaved in a way that made it seem like you secretly hated him. You barely got a moment of solitude ever since he broke into your house, but never complained about it. So where did all his sensitivity come from?

"I need you, do you understand? I need you! Life before you was..." He gulped, the grip on your shoulders tightening. "I can't go back... can't. Can't. I- I love you. I swear, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. If I never met you, I would've..."

"Hey. I'm here now, right? How about a bath? Does that sound good, baby?" You suggested, to ease his mind. Hands resting on his soft thighs. Messaging them gently. "I can wash your hair, and-"

"You don't want to see me naked..." He mumbled. His hands lowering down to yours. He looked so sad. Pleading eyes waiting for your sweet praise. Ears perked up for the words he wanted to hear.

"I'm not gonna judge you. I won't abandon you. I... I'll keep you, alright? Is that what you want to hear?" You sighed, unsure why you felt a bit agitated. It was as if he was doing this on purpose. Slowly manipulating you with guilt so he could get the reaction he wanted.

A shy blush appeared on his face, the red hue coating his skin. Loving every word of approval. "More... S-say I'm yours. Please... Ah, I want to hear it so bad! Please! Call me yours, your baby. A good boy! Your good boy. Pleasepleaseplease."

His fingers curled around yours, frustrated tears already wetting his eyelashes as he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes. Wanting nothing more than make you possessive of him. His dirty pants rubbed against you when he shifted closer. The cute pout back to make your stomach flutter. You wanted to spoil him rotten.

Pt.3

[cathnospam]

Canon!Katsuki Bakugo does NOT get drunk.

“You’re drunk.”

“‘M not!”

A trip to a bar to catch up with Sero, Denki, Kiri and Deku left you both in an uber and Bakugo’s face red, rowdy, and —-

“I’M NOT FUCKING DRUNK I HAD 3 SHOTS AND I AM NOT A LIGHTWEIGHT!”

You nod reluctantly, he’s as stubborn as a mule and even in his intoxicated state he will not back down from arguing.

Oddly though he never stumbles, his words aren’t slurred, and he is coherent enough to point out his apartment.

“Put me down?!”

And strong enough to carry you around the car.

You lightly tap his broad shoulders that you were now thrown over, you hiss as the painful sting of his warmed up hand swats the lower part of your ass. “Keep squirming. I like it.”

That voice was all too familiar. That raspy voice, deeper than usual.

It was so familiar that you knew he would throw you onto his soft huge bed, licking and nipping your breast all while creeping his hands up your dress his 2 finger tips lightly clawing at your clothed clit, until he draws tight fast circles on it.

“Kat—-wait. I can’t…we can’t have sex if you’re drunk.”

His eye twitches as he scoffs by your neck, “If you aren’t in the mood then just say that, but don’t fucking lie to me.”

“I’m not lying??!! You aren’t sober!”

“I’m consenting to letting me fuck you.” His breath brushes against your lips, he steals a kiss before sitting back on his knees to watch your next move.

You squint you eyes, lips pressed together to prevent biting them after he said that in a way that made you nearly clench, “You know we both don’t have sex if the other won’t remember—“

“Believe me your pussy isn’t forgettable—“

“Can you PLEASE—“ You sigh, “ I just…don’t want to do it if—“

Bakugo kisses you again, but slower, sliding his hot tongue in your mouth before holding the back of your head. He stared into your eyes with a relaxed face, but furrowed brows as if he was focused on something.

You’re actually too good to him. Any other woman wouldn’t have cared and just let him, but you. You didn’t want to.

It’s one of the many reasons why he married you and trusts you with his life the same way you do with yours.

“Fine.” He grumbles, getting off the bed and stripping down to his underwear, “If you think I’m anything less than sober then we’ll sleep.”

You nod, despite him mumbling and grumbling he was far from angry, he held you close, trying a few more times before dosing off the HARD problem he had in his boxers against your ass, but he wasn’t upset.

…

“Mmm…” You moan yourself awake, feeling a tight knot in your lower belly, a familiar sensation all too well but it was just too much. Your breaths were ragged and since you just woke up you were 2 times more sensitive than you usually were and he knew that.

“Told you…” All you can see is his unkept dirty blonde hair shaking side to side in between your thighs, and panties bunched in his closed fist, “I wasn’t fucking drunk I wanted you.”

You couldn’t even argue back his wet lips wrapped around your clit for a harsh suckle, crying out your hands immediately thrown over his hair, “Ka—-“

You changed his name repeatedly as if that were the only word in your vocabulary, the feel of his mouth not missing an inch of your pussy, he began to tongue fuck you while rubbing your clit. He wanted to feel you cum this time while you were awake.

Bakugo groaned inside you, feeling your slit grind slowly against his mouth while you ride out your orgasm, he reached his free hand with yours to hold it and watch you cum undone.

“You’re so pretty.”

“You…”

“I told you.” He mumbles against your lips, making you taste yourself, his kisses distract you as he pulls his own dick out from his sweats and slowly squeeze himself inside you, making you break the kiss with a broken moan.

“I don’t get drunk, and everything I said last night I said it completely sober.”