#he would gently massage/push on its shoulder

[yandere-yearnings]

*zombie noise* uuurghhhh.. Titties.. Man titties.. My sickness can only be cured if I am able to suck on some man titties 🧟‍♀️

AUUUGgGgGg My aching hands can only be remedied with a dose of squeezing chesticles various times a day 💀💀

nonnie the way i got war flashbacks reading the word chesticles😭💔 i believe this was in reference to this ask so today it's sun's turn to be reduced to an absolute mess🥰 i'm sorry this took so long to get to btw and also that the writing is largely shit, dar has not been vv good at this lately😔

NSFW under the cut!

“You’re being forward,” Sun laughed, bright-eyed, “hard day?”

“Very.” You stressed, leaning into him, finding solace in the softness of his shirt. His calves brushed against your lower back, drawing you between his thighs.

Sun's hands flicked up, fingers pressing to your scalp and massaging gently. Tenderly, to the shell of your ear, he hummed, “anything I can do to make it better?” 

Blinking at his innocent question, you couldn’t help but grin. Your arms stretched to either side of him, caging him all the more across the counter he was sitting on. “I can think of a few,” you whispered, revelling in the little exhale you received in response, “namely…”

“Y/N.”

“These.” You groped his chest with a happy tilt to your head. “They’re there for a reason, right?”

Sun groaned, curling into you to hide his obvious blush. “Not for you to… play with…”

“Why not?” you teased, feeling your neck heat from where he rested against it. “You didn’t have a problem with it last night. You begged me to touch them more actually, don't you remember? Crying so prettily, saying-”

“That’s enough!” He covered your mouth, pushing you slightly with a shaky grip on your shoulder. Red-faced and refusing to meet your gaze, Sun was the perfect picture of adorable. “If it’ll make you feel better, you know-” he paused, getting quieter, “you know I’m yours so… do whatever. Please, just stop embarrassing me.”

“Me? Embarrassing you?” You gasped, ever playful and swooping in to nip his cheek. “I would never.”

“Y/N,” Sun said again, this time whining, “you’re literally doing it right now!” He swatted at you lightly, but your energy was not lost on him, not in the giggle that preceded your pinning him down.

“Well, hello there,” you mumbled, attention completely focused on the expanse of skin exposed to you now that his top had ridden up.

Sun kicked you, half-hearted. “Don’t talk to it.”

“Sorry.” The both of you knew you weren’t sorry at all. Your thumb had already found its home, kissing into the flesh layered above his sternum, tracing the shadows cast.

Sun arched into it, and suddenly, every move you made became weighted.

Muscle beneath fat, driving your digits in until there was no more give, clawing, kneading, feeling his pulse soar — kisses trapped within his ribs that you knew his heart desperately wanted to send your way. How could you call yourself his lover if you didn’t reciprocate?

Saliva dripped, and your tongue followed, laving into cushioned tissue. You could get addicted to the taste of him, to the gasp and coil that brought you even closer. “Does it feel good, baby?” you mouthed around his nipple, relishing in his shiver.

“Good, so good,” Sun whined, breathless, writhing. “Don’t stop.”

“Who’s being forward now?” your teeth sank in, nothing akin to a light bite. “You can’t be giving me mixed signals like this Sun, you were so shy earlier…”

“Sorry,” he cried, “I’m sorry. I’ll be good for you. Please.”

Tears on his lashline when you pulled away. Your palms squeezed his pecs, let the pressure run down his entire body when they trailed to grasp his hips. Sun bit his lips to muffle his sounds, and you undid them with your own. “Tell me then,” you coaxed, “what do you want?”

“Bed.”

“Okay.” You caressed his face, and his turning to nuzzle into it was all you needed to forget about the stress you’d been feeling prior. "Bed," you repeated. "Bed sounds good.”

[stevie-petey]

Maybe a little baby blurb of Steve's daydream/ dream life with bug. Basically what he was imagining their life would be like outside of Hawkins. I always picture Steve daydreaming about it before bed😭

as always im missing steve n bug and since chap 3 is taking a while heres some fluff <333

enjoy !

"you need to sleep," steves lips press against your forehead. the skin is overly warm, scrunched in concentration.

you try to shrug him off. without looking up from your notes, you wave a dismissive hand at him. "no time."

"did you just shrug off my doting kiss?" steve scoffs at you, offended. only you still don't look up from your notes. he worries about your neck, he knows your back will ache later tonight. weary and full of concern for you, as he always is, steve softens his voice. "angel, youve been at this for days."

"just a few more hours, then i'll go to bed."

"you said that three hours ago."

"and now im saying it again."

youve been cramming for an exam since wednesday. its currently friday and your body hasnt left your desk since early morning.

steve cups the back of your neck, settling his palm against its base. He massages the joint that sticks out, eases the tension between the muscles. youre exhausted, its obvious to anyone. "come lay down with me."

"steve-"

"please?" he brings the tips of his fingers to your chin. gently, he angles your head up; his eyes meet yours. in the brown and honey that coats his eyes lays love and adoration, a softness meant only for you to see. "i miss you."

your eyes swim with conflict. steve can see the part of you that always abides by responsibility. you hate disappointing people, you hate failing. the only reason youre in college is because of the incredible scholarship you received for your academics.

yet theres a part of you that melts at the idea of laying in steves arms. to rest against his chest and listen to his heartbeat. feel his hand tangle in your hair, his nails scratching your scalp. youd wilt into his body and wrap around his ribcage.

"i..." you bite your lip, slowly giving in. steve knows the weight of your bones must be heavy. he strokes your cheek, finger lingering on your lips. closing your eyes, you admit defeat. "carry me?"

the moment the words leave your mouth, steve sweeps you into his arms and cradles you against his chest. carefully he navigates your small apartment. the walls are narrow and theres hardly any room to breathe, but itd been all you could afford in new york and it was only yours and steves. no one elses.

it was your home together.

steve sets you down on the bed and crawls in beside you. he throws his arms around you, encasing you against the world. burying his face against your neck, he settles his weight against you. you breathe him in, push yourself further into his body, and for a moment everything is still.

"im not going to bed, you know." you mumble into his shoulder.

he laughs, the sound reverberating your bones. "just lay with me for a little while longer."

"always," your lips whisper against steves skin.

warmth seeps into his chest, coats his lungs with sickly sweet honey. he can taste it in his mouth, it mixes with the aroma of your perfume. his body buzzes with all the love he has for you, for all the gratitude within him to have escaped hawkins with you. to be so lucky as to know youre still his, hes still yours, and that youve made something for yourselves despite all the pain youve endured together.

then a piercing ring rips through steves eardrums. he sits up in bed, heart pounding with adrenaline. his hand slams down on his alarm clock on his bedtime table, silencing it.

he rubs his face, groans with exhaustion.

steve had been having such a good dream. he can still feel your weight on his chest. he already misses it.

he'll blame robin for it later. shes the reason hes getting up so goddamn early, anyways. shes the one who needs a ride to her stupid pep rally.

[antlercollections]

I think i might be going insane about matthew brown

[patchiko]

GIVE US MORE ABOUT NSFW AL JAYYY PLSSS

HRHSJSGAHS OKOK!!

NSFW Arkham Knight / Ak!Jason Todd !! <3

detailed smut !!

(wet dream, praise, soft sex 2 somewhat rough sex, not super long, , im so obsessed with his brain)

rq are open :3

‘tis under the cut!! :p

M’SO EXCITED TO WRITE MORE ABT HIM M’SHAKING AND THROWIFN UP

NGL, i think one of the only reason he would come to terms with liking someone is bc he had a wet dream…

listen,, 99% of his dreams are nightmares, and you just changed his fuckin statistics for the possibility to the 1% chance of him coming in his sleep and being able to rest well after.

he has mixed feeling abt this..

on one hand hes like ‘wow cool i get to sleep well,’ but on the other hands hes like staring at his boxers and hes like ‘but at what cost…’

but oh,, he just knew he was fucked when it first happened and he woke up

after many , many years of overthinking, and his mind not being able to shut up … the thing that made his ass get so quiet was a fuckin’ wet dream

uuhhggrr it was such a good one tooo (hes internally cringing so hard)

ONE hand in his hair, softly rubbing his scalp, the other massaging his shoulder to the base of his neck. Jason has both hands on your hips. Being so gentle yet passionate with each thrust, fighting back the nastiest sounds begging to leave his mouth. So he starts kissing you, open mouth kissing your jaw to just between where your neck and shoulders connect. The noises you start letting out make his breathing stutter for a second. His kissing gets more passionate, soft sucking at your skin, and he’s feverishly rubbing and grabbing at your hips.

The wet sounds of him fucking you get louder. Poor guy is just barely stopping himself from rutting into you. His strokes were slowly getting more rapid but nonetheless coordinated, hitting that spot that had you loudest. Jason was marginally coherent but he’s still trying his hardest to make you feel good. Your body returning the favor by squeezing him so lovingly and he just cant fight back the soft gasps he lets out in between his strokes. The wet sounds, the lewd noises, the details of your body and skin he felt every time he pushed into you. All of this just because of him, just for him? You babble to him how good he was doing, murmuring how good it feels between moans, and it has him gripping your hips.

JASONS rocking himself roughly into you, but its that ever so loving hand, still gently massaging his neck and scalp. That sensation has his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Soft curses leaving his mouth. He buries his face right next to your head and has to grab the bed sheets just for an last attempt to stay composed. But the moaning gets louder, and you don’t stop gently massaging his hair.

So he can’t stop the “mmh, mmh, mmh” ‘s leaving his mouth with every rapid push of himself. He can’t stop the way his hands trail down to your legs to spread you wider for him. Grabbing at your thighs as he fucks himself through.

N’ just as he cums with a breathy gasp, his eyelashes are fluttering and eyes rolling to the back of his head. Letting his body weight press onto you and closing his eyes shut, trying to control his stammered breaths,,

he fuckin’ wakes up..!

First thought was “what the fuck.”

genuinely startled, he doesn’t freak out bad but he like slowly reaches to touch his pillow.

his mind was so blank, couldn’t tell if it was because of the wet spot on his sweatpants or he was genuinely so stunned.

*hes like scratching his head and looking at his pants.*

hes goes to take a shower and his eyes are so blown out he looks like one of those cat memes

but his mind is soo quiet,,

in my brain at the very back of his mind he’s like ‘whys there so much of it.’ HSIGSISHSISHSIDHS HES COMPLETELY SERIOUS TOO???

he’s taking a shower and his brain, oddly, isn’t foggy, not dissociating, just feels so here.

which is horrible because that means he really has to directly face his feelings

KRILLING MYSELF WHY IS HEART TO HEART PLAYING WHILE I WRITE THIS???

heart to heart, heart to heart, heart to heart <3

Next time he sees you he feels so odd, he knows it a natural thing that can happen.. but it was so

djsksnkdnd

tingling under his skin sensation is yelling at him to leave, and he does.

hes cringing

he likes you…

he cringes harder

ghosts you for awhile

realistically doesn’t want anything like that to happen ANYTIME soon

but is it weird that he kinda wants it to happen at all?

MENTAL GYMNASTICS COMMENCE !!

but when he stops ghosting you for awhile, and comes back to see you still being just as patient as you were every time you saw him before,

arms always open for him, food waiting for him, a sweet smile. and with your own patience, his own patience begins to thin.

Everytime he leaves you its a little harder for him to not come back

that tingly feeling under his skin slowly becomes a craving for just your presence. thats all he wants.

he doesn’t need to fuck you when he just has your eyes on him.

“what you run from is what you end up chasing.”

live footage of arkham knights brain cells falling for u insta reel

TEEHEE i loved writing this it was so fun, rq/inbox is open !! feedback is always appreciated >:3

[kuro4thegays]

- Steam

[Word count: 3.2k] [Dr. Ratio x male!reader] [Content: nsfw, top Veritas, bottom reader, hot spring date, just the slightest bit of angst, misunderstandings, reader may be depressed, but also a bit silly at times, massages, anal fingering, lots of steam, spanking, orgasm denial, anal, love bites]

“Why do you cover yourself even when no one is watching?” The words echoed inside your mind, bubbling up like their only purpose was tormenting you. You wrapped that soft towel around your body like a shield, all while setting your feet down into the steamy water.

You sighed, rubbing your cold shoulders. The towel was the only thing keeping your upper body somewhat of a regular temperature. You looked down into your own reflection, silently judging the face that greeted you in the water. Well, greet wasn't a very precise term. Your reflection only mimicked the same judgmental look you gave it, yet there was something in the back of your head that forced you to keep looking. Hatred always had its way with you.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting. I hope you didn't get too bored without me.” That warm, familiar voice stole your attention like it meant nothing. You raised your gaze back to reality. There he was, Veritas Ratio, the man that striped your heart right out of your chest and now just won't give it back.

“It’s really no issue.” You averted your gaze, seeing the doctor in general made your heart race, but God, you don’t think you can handle looking at his bare figure, only slightly concealed by that towel he wore around his waist. “I can wait. It's really fine.” Perhaps there was something more you wanted to say, yet ultimately chose silence. 

"No, no it's my fault. I don't want such a brilliant mind to waste its time just on waiting." Veritas joined you on the edge of the hot spring. Was he just trying to fluster you with those words? Regardless, you returned your sights back onto the water's surface. Too bad that even there he couldn't avoid his face.

"Shall we? You must feel cold by now." His hand found its way to that small exposed bit of your back, causing you to immediately straighten your posture. One can imagine that while enveloped within the cold breeze Veritas' touch would feel twice as hot.

"Mm... Yeah." You answered, finally taking a chance to gaze into the doctor's eyes. "I think I'm ready.”

Veritas unwrapped the towel from your body, exposing your figure to the warm waters. Just like that, he nodded and gave you an encouraging push, not enough for you to fall into the water, but enough to lead you into its inviting warmth. Finally, coaxed by Veritas' gentle touch, you pushed yourself off the edge and into the hot spring.

“Ah, feels nice, doesn’t it?” The professor sighed, stretching his muscular back before leaning back onto the rocky surface behind him. Almost like inviting you over, he tapped the spot next to himself.”It’s not bad.” Upon request you joined him, leaning down until the water reached your neck.

“Are you feeling okay? You seemed kind of out of it just a moment ago.” He dared to bring up the difficult questions, gently rubbing your waist under the water.”Do you wish to talk about it…or maybe something more physical is what you need?” He affectionately nuzzled  your neck, the warmth of his being rivaling that of the hot spring itself. How could he caress you so lovingly, you couldn’t help but wonder. Almost like on instinct you leaned back into the warm touch, craving it more with each passing moment. You were ready for it to be taken away at any second.

“Yes, please.” The words came out more desperately than you had planned them to. Uncertain would be a fitting description.

“Would a massage suffice?” Veritas’ hands slid all the way from your waist up to your shoulders, guiding you to the edge where you could lean for support. “Maybe it wouldn’t have come to this if you had listened to me when I told you to take a break.” But it wouldn’t be Veritas if his tender touches weren’t mixed with a heavy dose of scolding. “But you just had to continue on with your stubborn ways.”

“You just love being correct, don’t you?” Without thinking you spouted your retort. Your shoulders tensed only slightly, yet that alone told Veritas enough.

“Oh, believe me. In this case I really wish I wasn’t.” He trapped your smaller frame against the cool edge of the lake using his larger body, making it so that you weren’t able to escape the situation like you had many times before.”You-” “I’m not done talking.” Veritas shushed you with ease. Now the only thing separating you was the water's gentle embrace. “Are you aware of how much energy I spend just thinking and worrying about you? How many nights I have spent awake because of your idiocy?” He didn’t let go even when you tried to avert your gaze, no, he got even closer. “You can’t even imagine how much it hurts when you do these stupid things to yourself. And can’t you at least look at me when I’m talking to you?”

Veritas’ voice finally did something to earn your attention back, even if only for a moment. Your eyes looked into his for maybe a millisecond before the doctor tried to get closer, causing you to ultimately close them shut yet again. Only then did it hit Veritas in the head how he must have sounded like. “Hey, [name], I… I didn’t mean it like that. I just feel like…” The genius was so quickly reduced to a stuttering mess at the sight of his love in fear. Words managed to fail him like they never did, so he shut his mouth and tried a different approach.

“Veritas-” You gasped upon contact, pulled down into the water’s warmth until not even your shoulders were exposed to the cool breeze. Veritas held you tight, his grip not lacking in either strength nor warmth, firm and affectionate it was. He was not letting go, not now, not ever.

“Veritas… I’m fine.” You whispered, yet your trembling voice didn’t do much to ease the doctor’s worries. “I just..  I don’t know what is it with me today.” You hugged back, well, closer to clung back to the larger male’s form. “I’m sorry.”

“Shh, don’t be. It was me that got carried away.” He reassured, burying his head into the crook of your neck. Such an emotional moment it was, shame that it had to end so clumsily. Your feet eventually tangled together, sending you down face first into the water. Veritas wasn’t happy with this, there was no world where he would have been happy with this, yet at the moment he couldn’t stop laughing. His poor lungs were probably desperate for air.

Eventually, Veritas pulled both of you out, that wide uncharacteristic grin still shamelessly gracing his face. He ran his hand through his wet hair, pulling his bangs back. You could only stare. You had almost forgotten all the dark thoughts that plagued you earlier. That was just what Veritas did to you. “Why are you staring at me like that?” Veritas' grin morphed into a proud smile. Perhaps you did something to him too. “You said you didn’t want to get your hair wet.” You chuckled, eyes not leaving the larger male’s for even a moment. You traced your hand along Veritas’ forearms, fingertips only gently caressing his form. “You mentioned that massage, didn’t you?”

Veritas tensed up a bit, back straightening before taking up the challenge. “Do you honestly think that I wouldn’t hold up to my word?” He scoffed even just at the thought. “It wasn’t my intention to imply anything.” You teased back, that shine in your eyes returned like it never went missing in the first place. The terminal waters were only further raising the tension between the two. Light steam oozed from the pool of the water before sensually dancing in the air around them.

“Come here.” Veritas gently pushed you against the edge of the spring, his chest making contact with your naked back “Relax now, love. I got you.” His hot, steamy breath could be felt all the way down your exposed, vulnerable neck. He striped you bare of all control, yet also of all your stresses. Your body melted into the doctor’s first touch, the soft kneading motion of his hands causing a sensation comparable to heaven itself. It started with only your shoulders, the muscle fully giving into the affectionate motions. Your lower back was not neglected either. 

“Can you feel that? Doesn’t it feel nice to let me take care of you for once?” His hands found that one particular knot that has been causing you trouble without you even knowing it, at least that would explain the uncharacteristic, explicit moan that left your choked throat. You arched your back, perhaps on impulse. That said, Veritas did not miss the chance to feel you up. “It’s nice.” The words escaped your lips. You leaned into the touch, the doctor’s hand expertly maneuvering your body like it was made all for him. You, of course, didn’t mind this at all, other than the quite distracting heat rising in his lower stomach. “I want more of you.” Your words were immediately answered with a pinch on the nipple. You gasped, the sensitive pink buds hardening after only a few squeezes. Instead of relaxation, Veritas’ massage only induced the opposite, excitement.

“I know, darling, I know.” Just like he could give pleasure, he could also take it away. He let go of your perky, pink nipples, returning his hands to your back. “But I need you to relax if you want more.” His feathery touch moved down to your soft cheeks, massaging the fat of your ass. Your breath hitched, you knew where this was going and your patience was running low. “Veritas…” You whined, but only received a slap to the ass. “Patience breeds success.” Veritas spoke his usual wisdom, though something told him that maybe it might have been uncalled for. But you bit your tongue. You pushed your rear into Veritas’ hand, hoping that the action will inflict impatience on him too.

It seemed to have worked. You felt that familiar hardness brushing against your soft ass, touching you so teasingly, making you lose your mind. Though, you were shortly rewarded. Out of nowhere, you felt a singular finger stab through your pucker hole, eliciting just the softest moan to slip out of your precious lips. You gripped onto the lake’s moist edge for much needed aid. “Just one finger in and you completely fall apart. My, I wonder how much could you really take?” He emphasized the words with a hit to the prostate, feeling the fleshy walls almost immediately clenching around his digits. It didn’t take long before the second one joined into the mix, the needy moan that spilled from your lips just a moment ago now mutating into a loud whine. “Please Veritas. It’s not enough.” You cried out, feeling as if that sweet spot deep inside you was being set ablaze.

“Say it again and I might consider it.” He dared to make such an order. If the scenario was any different you would have scoffed, yet horniness has its way with making all shame dissipate. “Please.” 

Veritas had enough mercy to make that ‘maybe’ into a definite ‘yes’. The third finger slid in just as easily as the first two, stretching you open with no resistance other than the periodic clenching. “Is this how you like it? Or was it something else you were begging for?” Veritas asked, but only received an absentminded, but nothing short of enthusiastic nod. That was enough for him to understand his love’s wishes. 

“Fine, I think you deserve it.” His fingers left a vacant hole inside you, but reassurance came when you felt the throbbing member sliding between your cheeks. “You can take it, I’m sure of it.” You could only gulp nervously at the doctor’s words, feeling your own burning saliva sliding down your dry throat. The open mouth kiss Veritas left on your neck sent you over the edge. You aligned yourself with Veritas’ pulsing erection, your body practically begging for penetration. And your love gave in.

Veritas stabbed into your tight ass, penetrating the petite entrance inch by inch before bottoming out completely. “God, you’re so fucking tight.” You could feel the rhythmic throbbing of his dick, your nice butt swallowing each pulse of his erection. Veritas started out slowly, dragging his dick out before slamming right back in with force. His dick felt like it was burning inside your heat. In this state of mind and body your neck felt like the tastiest treat. He started out with only gentle kisses, following with the kisses that would leave lasting bruises before finally biting fully down and piercing the thin layer of skin, provoking a choked scream to break the otherwise peaceful night. 

His thrust only got faster, even if little by little. The choked scream was only built upon by much meeker whimpers uncontrollably seeping out of your needlessly addictive lips. Your nipples weren’t forgotten either. Just a single pinch and your voice rose in pitch. Veritas flickered his thumb over the hardening button, leaving it even more sensitive. “Ah.. hah.. Too- Too much.” You babbled.

“Too much? Already?” Veritas raised a singular eyebrow. “Come on, you know there is even more to come, right? I haven’t even started with you.” Just as promised, Veritas’ pace accelerated, causing the once tranquil water to now violently splash against the many rocks that built the lake. His kisses were wet, needy and absolutely devouring, attacking just the sweetest flesh of your neck. And the lewd sounds coming from your hoarse throat served as only further motivation. Though he still had some of that gentleman left in him, enough that he would never let you poor leaking cock neglected. He squeezed your shaft, perhaps too roughly at first, before starting to pump at an almost equal pace to his thrust. Considering this, the arch of your back that followed should have been expected. You pushed your ass into him while your front was still clawing at the lake's solid border. Drool slid down your chin, the absolute disheveled state you were in causing the other male's rock hard dick to twitch.

“You like that, don't you?” Suddenly, he stopped. His large hands moved up from your waist, running up your side before settling on your chest. “You like it when I grope you like this. You like it when I worship your body.” You could feel his hot breath crawling down your spine, starting from your flushed, red ears all the way down. “Admit it. Say it out loud.” His words could barely count as whispers. 

You gulped. It wasn’t that you couldn’t admit it, it was just that you couldn’t catch your breath. “Mmm…” You mumbled, but the way Veritas grabbed your chin told you that he wasn’t quite pleased. “Use your words.” He turned your head to get a better look, watching your oh so perfectly fucked out face. “Y-Yes-” A slap to the ass was the only thing you received, but the stinging pain already told you everything. “I… I like the way you touch my body. Please, do it again.” You said, but his silent gaze didn’t do much to reassure you. Lucky, you got that reassurance in other ways. He pulled you into a hot, deep kiss, his tongue breaching the barrier of your lips and getting right to that tasty spot that made kissing you so addictive. 

He dropped that cold mask and moaned into your mouth, the shameful sound something he would never in any scenario let anyone hear, but you proved to be quite the exception for him in most things in life. You could melt just in the kiss itself, but oh when you felt his dick move inside you again, you could have dropped to your knees right then and there. He began moving his hips again, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves hidden deep inside your passage repeatedly until all the thrusts merged together. He caught up to the previous pace, hungry hands reaching for your erect member with a carnal need before beginning to pump in the same rhythm with each strike. 

“Fuck…” The words got lost in the kiss. “You feel so good.” His nails dug into your hips, the slight surge of pain nothing compared to the overwhelming pleasure. “I… I think that- ngh, I’m close.” Veritas lost control of his own hips, sloppy, but fast, thrust setting fire ablaze inside you. The act itself would have heated up your body on its own, but combined with the hot spring’s steamy water sweat was sure to stick to your body like a second skin. “Veritas, I can’t… hold it in.” You whined and, finally, after just a few pumps you screamed out his name, your whole body spasming as your cute cock sent its filthy, sinful load into the pure, clean thermal water, staining what some would refer to as holy sight. And with how tightly you clenched around the man it was only natural that he would follow. Veritas’ deep groan, hoarse from pleasure, echoed through the silent night as he practically erupted inside your tight little hole, feeling how its walls squeezed every single bit of cum out of him. Your bodies molded together for only a brief moment, but even in such a short time your pleasure felt like his and his felt like yours. 

But eventually, you both fell from the shared high, bodies sore from all the action. But even the painful soreness was something Veritas wanted to share with you. The doctor’s tight grip relaxed, leaving red spots where he once held you in place like a hungry animal, though what came after felt equally loving. He nuzzled your abused neck, the poor thing left bruised, before inhaling your scent, not the one of your cologne, but the one your sweaty body oozed with on its own accord. He moaned, probably for the last time tonight, at the feeling of his now softening dick snugly hidden within your passage, he could stay like this forever.

“Such sounds don’t suit you, doctor.” You teased, leaning back into the safe embrace. “That’s because they were only meant for you.” In a somewhat strange moment of vulnerability, he kissed your earlobes, whispering such sweet words that you couldn’t believe it was him.

“Really?” You asked, trying to sound ever so sarcastic in an attempt to hide the fluttering feeling that raged inside your heart. “Then I think it’s better if this stayed just between the two of us.” He was quick to nod at your proposal, not even sparing a moment. “I think so too.”

You looked back down at your own hand, noticing your smooth skin morphing into wet wrinkles. “Maybe we should go dry ourselves before we get all wrinkly.”

“Just give me a few more minutes. I want the moment to soak in.” Reason told him otherwise, but his mind has already fallen into the love’s trap. The roles were now reversed and you couldn’t help yourself from commenting. “Such foolish words, I expected better from someone of your capabilities.” Though another, more annoyed, slap to the tush was enough to make you reconsider your words.

[Writer’s note: it's been a while, hasn't it? I started writing physically recently. Spend a notebook in like two weeks. This was supposed to be finished earlier. Oh well... As you might have seen in my answers life has not been so good to me lately. Thankfully, this tough patch might be ending soon. I just have to survive another month and I'm done. Perhaps I'll be posting more then.]

[geeky-politics-46]

Party For Two

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky discuss what he wants to do for his birthday and what he wants as his present.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, light dirty talk, pet names, language, creampie, Bucky in his underwear needs a warning all its own

You could seriously just watch Bucky walk around in his underwear all day and be happy as a clam. You've told him before, and you'd tell him again. That he should just not wear clothes when you two were spending the day at home. 

It didn't matter if he threw on a shirt. Some days, having his arm and his scars completely visible bothered him. Sometimes he had phantom limb pain and needed the arm off completely, prefering to cover his scars as you tried to help with the residual nerve damage in his shoulder and back. 

Shuri did a lot, but she couldn't rewire the mess of his nervous system Hydra had left behind. Despite your assurance that you loved every inch of him, you would never push him to do something he didn't want to do. Some days were harder than others and you made sure he felt safe and loved even on his worst days. So your main rule was just no pants.

A man in his underwear should not turn you into this much of a hot horny mess, especially when you get to see him totally naked regularly. Although Bucky was an incredible specimen of a man.

Even now, you could see his lips moving, but your brain could not process the words he was saying. Not when those tight boxer briefs made his ass look like you could just bite into it. Not to mention how they perfectly cupped his bulge. The way you could just slightly see his cock and balls jiggle as he walked. It felt dirty but still kind of sweet. 

It made you just want to play with his cock. Not necessarily in a hand job sexual way, but just hold it and pet it. Tell him how pretty and perfect his cock was. Gently massage and rub his balls and kiss all over him. He did have the prettiest cock. 

You also loved how much he blushed whenever you told him how pretty his cock was. The old-fashioned boy from the 1940's was still taken aback by such words coming from your pretty little mouth. Even if it was a genuine compliment he still wasn't used to hearing a sweet pretty thing like you talk so openly about liking cock. Especially his. Especially when he wasn't already balls deep inside you.

Bucky agreed to the deal on the condition that you also wore no pants. You were allowed to throw on shorts or pj's on occasion, but only ones Bucky liked. Usually, you just went for an oversized shirt. 

Honestly, the two of you became quite the pair of hermits or homebodies. Your happy place was your apartment. Just the two of you, and Alpine, of course. You had all settled into your little domestic routine quite well. You couldn't help the little contented sigh that left your lips.

It was then that you realized Bucky had stopped talking and was staring back at you, trying not to laugh at your deer in headlights expression. You were caught red-handed, staring at him again. He couldn't be too mad about you not listening if you were gonna look so cute when busted.

"You know I think you have a bigger staring problem than I do, babydoll."

You could feel your cheeks blush as you both dissolved into little giggles. You knew he wasn't mad, but you still apologized anyway once you composed yourself. 

"I'm sorry, Buck. You are just too sexy sometimes for my brain to do anything but stare at you. I kinda like you, ya know." 

You gave him a teasing smirk punctuating your statement. Saying I love you was still new to the two of you, but Bucky would say it over and over the first few days. You couldn't help but tease him about it. All out of your own love for him though, and he knew it.

"Well, if you had been listening, you would know that Sam is inevitably going to try to throw me some sort of birthday party. He's been dropping hints for days, but if he asks please tell him we already have plans. I don't care what, but I really don't want a party." 

Of course, that's right. Sam had been after you about trying to do something for Bucky’s birthday. Sam wanted to go out and do something bigger. You knew all Bucky wanted to do for his birthday was be alone. It was hard for him think about all the birthdays, all the years, he had lost. He wanted to mark the day by enjoying the life he had waited so long for. 

He had waited so long to be at peace. Even though he still had missions to go on and work to do in the field, and in his own head, he felt a stability that he had always dreamed of. He had an apartment. Even if it wasn't the most put together. He had a pet. Alpine the fluffy white feline rescue who has helped him just as much as he helped her. 

Most importantly, he had you. He had an amazing girl that he wanted to settle down with. Create a home with. One day marry and have babies with. Assuming he could. He really didn't know if Hydra had done anything to affect his fertility. He didn't really want to know. For now, the 2 of you and Alpine was enough though.

That was what he wanted to celebrate, and he wanted to celebrate it by staying in with you. Just you, take out, tv or movies. Then, of course he planned to cash in his birthday points on dirty noise-complaint-getting loud sex. Some people may think it sounded boring, other than the sex part maybe, but that was exactly what he loved about it. 

You could see him planning out the evening he really wanted in his mind. He always joked about not wanting anyone else in his head, but he did love that you seemed to be able to read his mind. 

"What if I tell Sam that we are having a party and he just isn't invited? That it's a party just for two. Just you and me. I'll even let you pick dinner." 

He pretended to think about it as he walked over to the side of the couch you were on. Reaching across the arm of the sofa to help you up onto your knees so he could wrap his arms around your waist. Letting yourself slide up his muscular chest and link behind his neck. A mischievous smile curled up on his lips.

"I like the sound of that. I do still want cake though. Are you planning any party games?" 

You nodded at his request. Oh you were planning on cake, ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate syrup. Basically, any sort of dessert that could be enjoyed in both appropriate and inappropriate ways. 

"Well cake is a given of course. I'm sure we can find all sorts of creative ways to enjoy it too. As far as games, I do have a couple things in mind. Tell me how do you feel about naked Twister?"

He grabbed your waist a little tighter and growled a little at the idea of the two of you bent into all sorts of compromising positions. His blood starting to rush to his groin as you toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

"You know, I may need a little practice. Why don't we have a little practice party right now? Just so I know what to expect on my birthday." 

You smiled and shook your head at him, he knew you were a sucker for that look he got when he was feeling frisky. The crooked little grin, the way he would bite his lip, and the way his pretty blue eyes would sparkle. It was like your lips were pulled to his by a magnet. Moving closer on their own volition. 

Not that you mind of course. Your thoughts had already been in the gutter from watching Bucky strut around the house in those tight boxer briefs. Now you knew his was there too. The feeling of his bulge hardening against you, confirming that and making you wiggle your hips in anticipation.

He pulled back so his lips were barely touching yours, eliciting a needy little whine from you. You wanted more of him. You always wanted more of him. His hands started to slide down your low back to cup your ass cheeks, bending his knees a little so he could get a firm hold on you. 

"Mmm, can smell you, babydoll. You smell so good. Know you taste even better though. Taste even sweeter than that birthday cake will. I want a taste, baby girl."

He almost effortlessly scooped you up off the couch, your legs quickly swinging to wrap around his waist. Alpine had abandoned the couch to go hide under the table the minute you two started getting lovey. So without fear of stepping on her tail he practically sprinted to your shared bedroom, plopping you down unceremoniously onto the bed before lunging so he was on top of you. 

His lips hurried back to connect with yours in a frenzy of playful, passion filled kisses. Letting your hands wander up and down each others bodies, rubbing and touching any bit you could grab. Slowly working to get your hand down to rub over his cock. Straining against the soft fabric of his underwear. Still getting harder as you massaged him. 

You pulled your lips away from his so you could admire his cock in your hand. Even though it was still hidden behind the dark fabric, you couldn't help the way you licked your lips and moaned at the sight. He was just so perfect and thick. You knew the serum hadn't changed his height and size near as dramatically as Steve, but it did effect his muscle mass. You had a little bit of a hope that it had made his cock this thick. Otherwise those girls in the 40's wouldn't have survived.

"Starting to think you might be a little obsessed with my cock, babydoll." 

He teased you as he started kissing and sucking at your neck. Letting you enjoy your view as he let his hips occasionally roll and rut into your hand. You hummed in agreement as he began teasing his vibranium hand up and under your shirt. 

"Can't help it, baby. It's just so fucking perfect and big. Fills me up so good. So much better than any of my toys. Plus I kinda love the man it's attached to." 

He nuzzled his face into your neck before you felt him grin against your skin. He whispered an "I love you too baby…". Suddenly moving quickly and knocking your balance out from you as he in one smooth move threw off the shirt you were wearing and rushing to get your panties off just as fast. Leaving you suddenly naked underneath him. 

"... I'm also kind of obsessed with this pretty pussy. So I guess we're even." 

His body dropping to the bed and your legs thrown over his shoulders as he descended on you. Wet kisses along the crease of your inner thigh, just shy of where you desperately wanted his lips. Jumping to the other side and letting his warm breath dance across your dripping sex.

You could feel his bright blue eyes on you as he placed his first long lick up your slit. Making sure to cover every inch from your tight light hole up to your clit. Stopping to place several small kisses and kitten licks on the bundle of nerves. Hearing your breath already starting to falter.

Bucky loved eating you out. It wasn't something he remembered doing more than maybe once or twice before you, and he can't remember enjoying it nearly as much back then as he did now. Maybe he was more selfish back then. Maybe those women had just been less secure and open about what felt good. Women being so vocal about enjoying sex was pretty taboo in his day, but the way you reacted to his mouth on you made him obsessed. 

Each time you moaned as swirled his tongue around your clit. Each time you would grind against his face as he thrust his tongue inside you. Each time you would pull his hair as rubbed his whole face farther into your wet cunt. It all made him want to spend the rest of his life wirh his head between your thighs. Not even caring that he usually ended up so worked up he would start humping the mattress underneath him in an unconscious effort by his cock to get some sort of attention. 

He didn't even want to stop after he heard you whine and moan his name when you came. Why would he stop when he had the opportunity to lick up even more of your sweet nectar from your orgasm? No, he only stopped when he had his fill of  feasting on your cunt and your cum. Leaving you teetering on the edge of overstimulation. 

"Definitely my favorite treat. Hell fuck the cake, I just want your pussy as my birthday treat. What you think, doll? Can I have your pretty slutty little cunt as my birthday present? Can I eat it and play with it and fuck it whenever and however I want?" 

By now he started working his way back up your body as you clung to sheets arching into his mouth as he moved. Pressing your breasts against his face as he reached your chest. Greedily encouraging him to take one of your nipples into his mouth as his metal fingers pinched at the other. The contrast of his warm mouth and the cool vibranium making your skin prickle into goosebumps. 

After switching sides, making sure to give both perky pebbled nipples the attention they deserved, he made it back up to your lips. Kissing you once before nipping at your lower lip playfully. 

You had already wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull his pelvis to yours. Your fingers now tangled and tugging at the fabric of his boxer briefs trying to get them down. Desperately trying to get his cock free so you could feel him against your still soaked and needy cunt. 

"I'm waiting for an answer baby, tell me and then I'll take these off. Fuck you nice and hard. Can I have your perfect tight little hole as my birthday present? I want to spend my party making you scream and cum all over my cock." 

The sound of his filthy birthday wish pulled a deep groan from your chest. You wanted to spend his party doing that too, and what the birthday boy wants the birthday boy gets. You let your body go lax so he would be able to easily position you however he wanted you as you answered. 

"Yes, Bucky, holy fuck yes! My pussy is all yours, birthday boy. Use it however you want, James. All for you." 

"That's my good girl." 

He got back up on his knees and shimmied his underwear down and kicking them off. You eyes glued to his cock before it even sprung free from the fabric. A whimper falling from your mouth when a dribble of pre-cum dripped from his swollen flushed cockhead onto your low belly. A string of fluid running from his cock and starting to make a mess on you. He knew by the look in your eyes that he had you in the palm of his hand. So you promptly obliged when he told you what he wanted next. 

"Spread your legs farther, babydoll. Pull them back and hold onto your ankles for me. I want to see every little bit of my present." 

Quickly you worked to fold yourself in half as best as you could. Opening you up even more to Bucky’s gaze. His eyes raking over your body as be stroked his length a few times. Stopping only when you started to wiggle your hips, trying to urge him to touch you.

"Impatient, aren't you baby?" 

His tongue darting out to lick his lips, still swollen for having his face buried in your pussy, before a faux pout crossed his face. Cooing lightly at you as he started slapping his cock on your sensitive cunt. 

"God you look so fucking good when you get all needy for my cock baby. Saw you get that look in your eyes earlier. Knew that smart little brain had stopped thinking of everything but my cock. It's all yours baby." 

He placed his tip at your entrance and slowly started to push his hips forward. Sliding himself into you one inch at a time. Letting you feel every little bit of stretch he gave you. The feeling making you both moan in pleasure. Stilling in place once he had bottomed out inside you. 

"Fuck darlin', that's the prettiest thing I've ever seen. Look so beautiful getting fucked with my bare cock baby."

You gave him a seductive look and bit your lip. 

"Happy early birthday baby." 

With that, he gingerly drug his hands from the backs of your heels all the way down to the backs of your thighs. Gripping onto the flesh there and bracing you for his next move. Bucky slowly started to pull his hips back and started building speed with his first thrust back in. 

A feral look in his eyes as he watched where his cock was impaling you. Hypnotized by the sight. The image of your pussy stretched tight around his cock. The way his cock shined, wet with your arousal. It tipped him over the edge when he started hearing the wet squelch of your pussy as he thrust into you spurring him on to fuck you harder. 

The headboard starting to thump against the wall under the force of Bucky’s thrusts. A litany of swears falling from both of you. Your moans and squeaks as he pounded you accented by the sound of his full balls slapping against your ass. Each of you getting closer to climax with each sound the other made.

When he could feel his balls starting to tighten and he knew he was close to blowing, he let his flesh hand dip to rub at your clit. Smearing your wetness around to make his action smoother.  

After a moment of him touching your clit he found the perfect speed and spot. Feeling the fire start burning in your belly you let your eyes roll back in your head. 

"Oh fuck Bucky, right there! Don't stop, baby please don't stop!" 

His hips only sped up even more at your reaction. 

"Oh don't worry, dollface. I'm not stopping until I make a mess in my birthday present. You want that babydoll? You want to cum in you pretty girl? Let me hear it baby." 

Few things could throw you over the edge quite like Bucky when he talked dirty. It fueled that fire in your belly and sent it boiling over. As you came undone on his cock you practically cried for him to cum inside you. Your pussy squeezing and fluttering around his cock, practically milking him.

"James!!! Cum in me please, fuck I'm cumming for you baby. God you make me cum so good. It's your pussy daddy. Fuck it and fill it please, please!" 

By the time you had finished cumming, you felt his cock start to throb as he climaxed. Your body still jerking from your own orgasm with each stream of cum you felt him shoot into you until you were nearly overflowing. 

After a few minutes of basking in each other's afterglow, Bucky eventually pulled out of you with a groan and rolled over. Promptly grabbing you up in his arms again and pulling you over to cuddle. Pressing kisses into your hair as you drew little patterns on his chest. 

"If this is what I can expect for my birthday party, then happy birthday to me indeed." 

You gave him a wicked grin as you looked up at him. 

"Oh no, Buck, this was just practice. Remember? Your actual birthday party is going to be even more fun."

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[satorusugurugurl]

Hi i have request you don't have to do it if you don't want it's okay <3

maybe jjk men (geto and yuta and choso, nanami,+any other character you want) They look for their shirt and then they go to ask y/n if she saw it but then they were surprised that she is wearing their shirt (smut please im on my knees for it)

JJK Men: Seeing You in Their Shirts

Characters: Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, FAB!reader

Word Count: 2,161

Warnings: Smut, fluff, shower sex, Choso being cute

A/N: Thank you for the request, Nonnie! Just a side note: I don't write smut for minor characters; I'm sorry! I hope you enjoy it otherwise. (Nanami’s had me spacing out while making my coffee at work. People thought I was losing it. Here’s the song reader was singing)

Geto Suguru:

Suguru sighs as the hot water runs over his back, the sore muscles getting some form of relief. He pushed his dark hair back, relishing in the warmth. The sound of the bathroom door slowly opening has him grinning as he turns his head towards the sound before he runs his hand over the steam-coated glass door to look at you.

His mind immediately goes blank as he takes you in. You’re grinning, hurrying forward, pressing your fingers over the glass. “Good morning, sleepy head!” Suguru barely hears your words, his eyes hungrily roaming over you.

You were in nothing but his white t-shirt, and from the way your breasts moved, he could tell you were not wearing a bra. The fabric flows with your movements, shifting off your shoulders, revealing his masterpiece. Bite marks and hickies litter your skin from last night's activities. You looked so good, so damn hot in his clothes, his cock throbs to life.

“So, I was thinking maybe we could go to that new breakfast place down the street. Then we can come back here and stay in?” The door to the shower opens. “Oh, you’re done already-ah!” Suguru grabs you by the hand, yanking you into the shower with him. “S-Suguru!?” You giggle as he leans down, kissing your neck.

“Fuck you look so pretty in my clothes.” His breath is hot against your skin.

“Yeah, you’re soaking wet clothes!”

Something inside Suguru’s mind clicks. White shirt plus water equals see-through. Pulling back, he groans, watching the water soaking into the white fabric. It clings to your soft, gorgeous skin, revealing your erect nipples—his mouth waters at the nearly pornographic sight.

Cock throbbing, Suguru slowly glances at you and smirks. “You look so incredibly hot.” He lifts you by your thighs, slamming your back against the cool wall of the shower. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?” he bends his head down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, gently sucking on it as he begins rutting his hips against you.

The soft whimpers resonate from you as you feel Suguru flatten his tongue over your hardened bud. It swirls so delicately, teasing it, suckling on it as his cock head presses against your pussy. Who knew he would get so worked up seeing you in his shirt? This was just a T-shirt, too. You mentally make a bit to try his button-down next.

Suguru’s thick tip slowly pushed inside of your wet heat. He groans over your nipple as he feels you clamp down around him as he slowly slides in. His stutter as he steps forward, his mouth finally releasing your swollen, sensitive tits. When he meets your face, he swears he could almost cum just from your expression. The way you took your bottom lip between your teeth, how your eyebrows twitched as he stretched your perfect pussy.

Pressing his forehead against yours, allowing Suguru’s dark eyes to bore into yours as he started fucking you. His breath was hot against your mouth as he groaned. Leaning forward, he kissed you, not even allowing his tongue to trail over your bottom lip teasingly. No, it forced its way past your lips, immediately finding your tongue and massaging it. Your arms wrapped around his body, and nails began digging into his toned back as you kissed back eagerly.

As the sweet, minty taste of his toothpaste washed over your tongue, Suguru picked up the pace of his thrusts. His deep moans invaded your mouth as the stinging pain from you dragging your nails down his back urged him on. He fucked you fast, harder, with all his strength. Suguru broke the kiss with a strangled moan.

“I’m gonna cum~” he groaned out, biting his lip, “Ooooh fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you~” You nodded, your walls squeezing around him as he fucked you pressing his forehead on yours. “Yeah, cum with me; look at me when you cum.” You shut your eyes, crying as your toes curled. “Hey!” he bit down on your bottom lip so hard your eyes shot open at the sting of pain. “I said to look at me when you cum.”

That was the only encouragement you needed. You came hard, your eyes staring into Suguru’s eyes. You gripped and tugged at long black locks as he fucked you through your orgasm. Suguru growled jaw clenched shut as he tilted his head back. His thrusts lost their pace, becoming erratic as he came inside of you, fucking you as he emptied himself as deep inside of you as he was capable of.

“Fuck,” he sighed out, cock still twitching, “that was so good, Y/N.” he slowly pulled out, watching his white cum dripping out of your swollen cunt. “Now, what were you saying about breakfast?”

Nanami Kento:

The smell of bacon and eggs had Nanami stirring out of his sleep. His arm reached over, searching for you, only to feel the cold spot next to him. Realizing his girlfriend was missing, Nanami sat up, searching the room. The clothes from last night's enthusiastic events were thrown all over the room. The smell of coffee brewing finally had his brain booting up, connecting the dots. You were in the kitchen making him breakfast like the sweetheart you were.

What did he do to deserve you?

Following the smell of breakfast being prepared and the low hum of music playing, Nanami headed into the kitchen. As he turned the corner, his eyes widened as he took in your appearance. You were swaying to the slow beat of an R&B song in his button-down shirt.

He admired the way it covered your ass, how you rolled the sleeves up, allowing you to prepare breakfast. The shirt moved in time with your body, the fabric tightening around your curves with each step you took. It, indeed, was an almost sinful sight. One Nanami was going to indulge in.

“If you're in the mood, we can take it to the moon~.” you sang, turning off the stove, “just like a movie scene, table for two~” Two large hands grabbed your hips, making you giggle as you kept dancing. “No need to be fed; I want you instead,” As you sang the lyrics, Nanami squeezed you. “If you're in the mood, we can tiptoe to the moon~”

When you turned to face Nanami, he had you on the kitchen island faster than you could blink. He laid you down on it, dragging your hips to the edge. You moaned as he pushed his shirt up just above your mound, giving him a perfect view of your cunt. The sight of you so prettily laid on the counter would turn any honest soul to sin. You were the forbidden fruit he was about to devour.

Nanami tugged his boxer down, his erect cock bobbing, as his right hand slowly trailed up your stomach. It moved over your breast, grazing the perfect mounds before his fingers flicked the collar of the collar out of the way. Allowing him full access to wrap his fingers around your neck. He felt you whine, the sound vibrating against his palm as he squeezed gently.

“What a fucking stunning sight.” He gravely whispered as he rubbed his cock over your pussy. “Oh, what's this?” He smirked, spreading your folds with his lip. “Wet for me already?”

“I-I was thinking about last night~” Your confession was breathless as Nanami watched your tight hole clench around nothing.

“Oh?” Blonde hair fell as Nanami tilted his head to the side. “What do you say we feed into your desire?”

He didn't even give you a chance to respond before his cock, was sinking into you. Your back arched, breasts straining against the blue fabric of his shirt. Snapping his hips forward, Nanami squeezed around your throat harder, his other hand gently massaging your breasts.

All of the different stimulants had your eyes rolling into the back of your head as a loud moan ripped through your chest. Nanami’s grip on your breasts tightened as he used the position you were in to drill into your soaking-wet pussy. Fucking into you fervently, he already felt his orgasm approaching.

“Good girl~ Y/N, so good~ take all my cum okay~?” He mumbled, releasing your breast so his fingers could focus on your hard throbbing clit. “That’s it, that's right, good girl~”

“K-Kento~! Ken-Ah! Ah fuck!!” Nanami felt your orgasm slam into you, your tight walls pulsating around him, urging him to fill you. His hips stuttered for a brief moment before they picked up the pace as he fucked his load into you. “G-Give me it a-all, please K-Kento~!”

Your dirty pleas only had him thrusting harder, faster, trying to fulfill your request to the highest standards. He only stops when his tip is so sensitive it hurts to keep going. Y/E/C eyes linger on him, making his heart soar as you both panted heavily. Nanami hummed the song you were singing before leaning down to pepper kisses over your cheeks.

“Good morning~”

Choso Kamo:

Choso was standing in front of the door to his bedroom, swallowing hard. You were just on the other side, waiting for him to return. Your evening training session ended abruptly as an unexpected rainstorm hit the training grounds. You were both soaked to the bone.

You were going to head home, but Choso was adamant you just come to his room on campus. Partially because he didn't want you getting sick, the other half was that he didn't want to say goodbye yet. You had no problem staying, but you were hesitant, seeing as you had no dry clothes. Your sweet boyfriend insisted that you could take a shower and wear his clothes!

So that's how he ended up here. Standing in front of his door, heart racing, cheeks burning as he held to drinks he grabbed from the vending machine while you changed. He had no clue as to why he was nervous! The two of you had sex plenty of times before, but something about you wearing his clothes just had him excited.

“Y/N,” he announced with a knock before entering the room, “I grabbed you a green tea. I hop—ooh!” Both bottled drinks fell to the floor as Choso stared blankly at you.

You were sitting on his bed, in his shirt, grinning as you stood up. The shirt was tight, and fuck; it was riding up a little with every step you took, revealing his boxers. Choso’s hands flew down in an attempt to hide his very hard boner.

Following his hands, you grinned mischievously. “Oooh~what’s this?” He stuttered as he swatted his hands away. “Green tea, and your cock? It's my lucky day!” Your teasing tone had Choso’s face turning redder as he looked around the room, avoiding your eyes.

“I-I can't help it; you look so pretty in my clothes.”

You grabbed Choso’s wrist, pulling him to bed and forcing him to sit on the edge. “Wanna know what would make this even better~?” Swallowing hard, Choso shook his head, watching as you slowly shimmied his boxers off, letting them fall to the ground before you straddled his hips. “Fucking me in them.” A surprised gasp escapes Choso’s lips as you pull his cock out, smearing the beading precum over his length.

“Y-Yeah!” He sputters out. “I’d like that a lot!”

Your giggles turned into gasps as Choso helped you guise his cock to your entrance. Slowly, you slid yourself down in him, whining as you gripped his broad shoulder for support. You looked like some kind of goddess; head tilted back as you bounced up and down his cock.

His fingers slowly slid under the hem of his shirt, warm, rough hands trailing over your tummy, just feeling the softness of your skin. “S-So pretty~! S-Soo pretty.” he moaned put as you slammed yourself up and down on his cock. “Oooh fuck Y/N, Y/N yes, ride me please~” Hearing him so submissive made you bounce up and down harder.

“C-Cho~ fuck Choso-!” feeling your trembling thighs, Choso grunts, hands latching onto your hips. “Fuck, so deep!”

“Y/N!” He yelled out, hammering up into you in time with your rocking. “I-I think I-Im gonna-—gonna cum!”

His cock throbbed so hard inside of you, making your pussy twitch. You wanted him to cum, to fill you up. So you moved fast, harder, working the both of you to sweet orgasmic bliss. Choso cried out, head falling forwards into the crook of your neck as his cock twitched, filling you up to the brim with his cum as he thumbed your clit, pushing you over the edge with him.

Taking deep breaths, you lovingly stroked your sweet boyfriend's dark hair. His breathing was shallow, arms wrapped around you, holding you as tight as he could. Once his breathing relaxed, his head slowly pulled away from your neck, his eyes locking on your flushed face. There was a serenity in the afterglow while the sound of rain poured outside. Sharing peaceful moments like this with you was one of his favorite pastimes.

[beenbaanbuun]

the friend - opposites attract universe

a knock against the door has hongjoong startled, pulling him from the task at hand. his hands that were delicately massaging your scalp soon disappear, instead finding their way to your shoulders to push you gently from his path. you whine in mock complaint as he shuffles you to sit in front of his husband instead, but then seonghwa’s skilled fingers lace themselves in your soft barnet and all is well again. your eyes flutter closed and your head tips back.

“fickle little thing,” hongjoong muses as he straightens his slacks. his fingers brush over the pinstriped material, knocking away the creases from sitting in them, before he begins to move towards the archway that separates the living room from the foyer. “she really will crumble for anyone who shows her attention.”

he mutters that last bit under his breath, sharing an amused chuckle with himself as he wraps his hand around the brass doorknob. the wooden door is heavy and takes more than a little effort to yank open, but with a helpful hand from someone on the other side, it seems much easier. the ringed hand that came to his aid soon drops from the ornate door, swinging back down to the side of its owner. hongjoong can’t help but smile when he sees who it belongs to—his good friend song mingi is at his door.

hongjoong smiles at the man as he takes his sunglasses off and tucks them in the pocket of his black hoodie; it was a style choice hongjoong never really got behind, but mingi insisted that dressing so casually was ‘cool’ and not to mention ‘handy for his line of work.’ hongjoong is still convinced that you can take care of werewolves whilst dressing properly, but after several conversations on the matter, he’s come to the conclusion that mingi is simply just too stubborn to care. it’s fine, hongjoong tells himself; it’s all a part of what makes the giant on his doorstep so loveable.

“no yunho today?” hongjoong asks as he sidesteps just enough to let mingi through the door. “you two are normally inseparable.” there’s a strange expression on mingi’s face as hongjoong moved to push the door closed. it’s sheepish and shy and not at all like mingi, almost as if he’s ashamed of something. the door clicks shut just as the taller man shrugs which in itself is suspicious. the pair are normally attached at the hip; for mingi to not know exactly where the artist is at any given point in time is wrong. hongjoong sucks his teeth like he’s about to start scolding a child. “mingi, what have you done?”

“nothing!” the young man complains, tone defensive and annoyed. “why would you assume it’s me that’s done something and not yunho?”

its said like a child blaming their sibling for something, and hongjoong has to tense all of his face muscles to stop himself from cracking a smile. mingi makes it almost impossible for him not to have a soft spot for the man. so selfless yet so childish, hongjoong finds it easy to adore him. it’s probably why he’s been friends with the unsophisticated rascal for so many years.

“because i know if yunho had done something he would’ve already apologised and fixed the matter at hand,” it’s true, although it is entirely possible that yunho had apologised for something and mingi was just being his usual difficult self about it. hongjoong suspects that if that were the case, though, the man in his foyer would be a whole lot poutier. he thinks its safe to assume that this is a mingi-caused problem, as so many things are. “now tell me what’s wrong or i’ll invite yunho over to tell me himself.”

mingi’s jaw clenches, the muscles ticking like a clock as he mulls over his options. on one hand, he doesn’t want to be scolded by hongjoong, on the other, he really doesn’t want to have to face yunho right now. he knows one look at his friend will have him bent double, begging for forgiveness and he’s not quite ready to do that. he wants to hang onto his pride for just a little while longer.

so he sighs and closes his eyes, mentally preparing himself for the berating he’s about to get from hongjoong. his lungs fill with oxygen and he’s just about to confess his wrongdoings when he hears it; the sound of his saviour.

“hongjoong?” your brashly optimistic voice echos through the room as the soft pitter-patter of your bare feet grows nearer, and for the first time ever, mingi finds himself thanking the devil for your existence. usually he’s pretty impartial to you, loving to tease you more than he loves you. now, though? demons, he could kiss you if he wasn’t absolutely sure that hongjoong would have yeosang pinning him to the floor by his throat within seconds.

screw the fact that mingi once cared for yeosang like he was one of his own; the once feral pup is well and truly loyal to the kim family now…

mingi watches as the lilac of your sweater-covered arms wraps around hongjoong’s waist like a belt. the man relaxes into your hold, the accusatory look on his face melting away as you tuck your face into his neck. “seonghwa was wondering how long you’d be. he misses you.”

hongjoong chuckles and rolls his eyes.

“you mean you miss me?” he purrs, brining a hand up to pet at your messed up hair. mingi’s surprised seonghwa let you slip from his grasp without carefully laying each individual strand of hair back into position. no doubt the man is seething about your escape in the next room over. “seonghwa can live without me for a few moments, dove. you, on the other hand, are forever proving that you can’t.”

“yeah, sure, whatever,” you admit, “i miss you, i guess.”

hongjoong cranes his neck to kiss the side of your head, a toothy grin on his face as he holds his lips to you for a few more seconds than necessary. mingi finds himself rolling his eyes at the unnecessary display of affection, but he’s be lying if he said he didn’t feel something stirring inside of his chest. it’s cute, he admits to himself, but that doesn’t mean he needs to see it. he’s actually more than grateful when hongjoong pulls away from you with a gentle sigh.

“let’s go back to the lounge then, my pretty little dove,” hongjoong murmurs, and mingi feels the weight of the world fall from his back. he’s have to thank you later for tearing hongjoong’s attention from him. “you can wake yeosang from his nap; i’m sure the mutt would be more than happy to see that mingi is here to visit.”

[cyberchronics]

・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

choso kamo + make up sex ♡

★ cunnilingus as an apology, choso is an eater, bed humping, no power dynamics ★

✩∘₊ ✩*✯☆⃟⃟⃟✯*✩₊∘✩

choso doesn't get into arguments with you. he's always patient with you, staying quiet even when he knows you're wrong and fixing things behind your back to make sure you won't get upset. for you, he's willing to keep his temper under control. but that isn't to say he never slips

it's never intentional. but sometimes after a long day, his will crumbles and he accidentally lashes out. the harsh words taste like poison as he spits them, and when you mumble out a soft apology before slinking away instead of yelling back it's as if his heart is being torn out.

he always regrets it. emotions are still a bit hard on him, making him unable to find the right words no matter how hard he tries. but there is another way… and actions always speak louder than words, right? why would he spend days trying to come up with a semi-decent apology when he can say sorry and make both of you feel better at the same time?

eating you out all night long is just the sensible solution. it's what any rational person would do, curse or otherwise.

∘₊ ✧───────────────────✧₊∘

It's late when Choso slips into your shared bedroom. He had spent the last twenty minutes trying to make himself forget about the way he overreacted, cringing internally as the scene of him blowing up at you for the tiniest thing replays once more. Such a stupid thing to get upset over, yet he still made you get that sad look on your face and hole yourself up in the room. At least he has a foolproof method to make everything better.

He's always quiet at night, but when he's focused on making you feel good he practically goes non-verbal. Slender fingers pull back the blanket, massaging your thighs gently to gauge if you even want his touch. A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth when you spread your legs slightly, sitting up slightly to catch a glimpse of him.

“Relax.” The low voice is accompanied by a squeak of the mattress, the sound echoing through the room as he settles between your legs. “Let me make it up to you.” Choso pulls at your hands as he kisses up the soft skin of your thighs, squeezing them just hard enough to get your attention and placing them on his head. He's gentle yet firm in his actions, kissing and biting at it until your hips buck down towards him.

As if that wasn't enough to remind him just how much you love this position, the way your lacy panties start to dampen gives you away. He presses his lips to your puffy clit through your underwear, teasing you momentarily before pulling them to the side without a care.

Being face to face with your shiny cunt makes him feel dizzy. You smell like his favorite soap, filling his nose with floral sweetness and drawing him in more and more. It doesn't take long for him to commit fully and lean it, pressing sloppy kisses to your cunt.

He's always been a messy eater. Pressing his face into you, spreading your juices over his face without a care, and using his thumb to coax out even more of that sweet nectar. Those skilled hands know just how to make you feel good, thick tongue bullying its way inside of you and bringing you to the edge of orgasm in no time.

Choso clearly feels it too, his hips rolling against the rough mattress for friction and soft moans sending vibrations up your spine. “On my tongue.” He chants quietly, pulling your legs over his shoulder and burying himself against your soft pussy. “Want to taste you.” The precum making a stain in his pants doesn't matter. All he's focused on is when you finally let him hear that distinct whine he's blessed with every time he manages to push you over the edge.

That rough tongue eagerly laps up your cum, not wasting a drop even as you arch off the bed and squeeze his head with your thighs like you're trying to kill him. By the time you manage to catch your breath, Choso looks ruined. He rests his chin on your stomach with his ponytails barely holding up anymore, his face shining with the proof of your love and a pleased look on his face.

There's a moment of silence as you make eye contact, basking in the post-orgasm haze together before he lets his hair down and reorganizes it into a messy bun. His eyes return to your own, giving you a telling grin before he pulls your legs over his shoulders.

He still hasn't finished apologizing to you. It's a good thing the night is still young, isn't it?

・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: everytime I can talk about this man giving head I will... you don't understand how special he is to me :333 // next fic will be up next week, a fun little multipost ive had on the brain

[niki-phoria]

touch, touch, 심장이, blush, blush, 두 볼이 / rush, rush, 뜨거워져

pairing: kim gyuvin x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 597

notes: whoever pointed out that gyuvin looks like song kang ily, this is kinda bad i'm sorry, reader is a uni student bc so am i but i tried to make it nonspecific, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes <33 title from zerobaseone - melting point

KIM GYUVIN lets out a quiet sigh as he buries his head against the crook of your neck. stray strands of his dyed hair tickle against the skin of your neck, sending shivers racing down your spine at the ticklish feeling. “hi gyu,” you say, allowing him to lean against you as much as he wants. 

he all but melts into you when you wrap your arms around his waist. his knees press into the cushion of your couch, cautious about leaning too much of his body weight against your chest. the tension in his body escapes in waves, allowing the weight of the world to momentarily slip away from his shoulders. “long day?”

“yeah,” gyuvin mumbles. his voice is muffled against the fabric of your hoodie; his breath ghosts against your skin. “i was having trouble with the choreography all day.” 

you hum, slowly beginning to rub your hand against his back. your nails gently scratch against the fabric, tracing miscellaneous shapes against his spine. “do you want to talk about it?”

there’s a short pause before gyuvin answers. your hand never ceases in massaging against his back, patiently awaiting his response. “no,” he finally murmurs, choosing to shake his head instead. “i’ll ask hanbin hyung for help later.”

“okay,” you nod, though he can’t see it. you count the seconds along with the slow rise and fall of his breathing. a comfortable silence overtakes your apartment, only interrupted by the quiet turning of your ceiling fan and the occasional hum from your refrigerator. 

gyuvin’s hands slip down to rest against your hips. he drums his fingertips along to an imaginary beat along your waistband. “tell me about your day,” he says quietly, breaking the previous silence. 

“my day was good.” gyuvin smiles softly in response. he leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against your neck; you recognize it as a signal to continue. “i passed that exam i was worried about. you were right, i shouldn’t have stressed so much about it.” 

he chuckles quietly, making your lips quirk into a smile of your own. gyuvin shifts slightly so his head is leaning against your chest. 

“and i finished my essay,” you continue. “i need to proofread it again before i submit it.” 

“i’ll help you with it,” gyuvin says. he yawns softly, settling his head against your shoulder. “if you want, of course.” 

“that would be great. thank you.” 

he hums quietly. his grip around your waist slowly begins to relax as his eyes flutter shut in longer and longer increments. gyuvin’s fingertips ghost against your waist as he skims his thumb against your bare skin. you shiver at the contact, though he doesn’t seem to notice. 

“y/n,” he murmurs. tired eyes meet your gaze when you turn to face him. he seems to shine beneath the gentle glow of the setting sun as he smiles softly. “you know i love you, right?”

a light flush spreads across his cheeks when you chuckle. his eyes flutter shut when you reach up, carefully pushing his bangs away from his eyes. “of course i do.” 

gyuvin raises his head just enough to press a chaste kiss against your cheek. his lips just barely brush against your skin, leaving the hint of his cherry chapstick behind. he smiles brightly, leaning his head against your chest once again. 

you raise your hand from its place against his back, carefully carding your hand through his hair. gyuvin quietly sighs when you twist the strands between your fingertips; your nails gently massage his scalp. “i love you too, gyu.”

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[iliketangerines]

in rut

a/n: tonowari is a breeder ik it for sure, i was his left nut in the movie

pairing: tonowari x afab!na'vi!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), breeding kink, mating press

Tonowari groans as he pushes against your ass, whimpering as his cock drags against the fabric of his tewng, and you turn toward him, blinking at him and asking if he had started his rut early

he groans out that it seems that he has, his hands settling on your waist to grind you back on him, and you chuckle and let him grind against you for a moment

it’s slow and heavy, and his pants echo heavy in your ear as he licks and kisses at your neck

slowly, you pry his hands off of you, and you tell him that you have to close the flaps to the marui pod or everyone will see him

he just mumbles out that he doesn’t care, pressing his thick tongue over your neck and pressing a kiss to the skin, and he pulls you in closer than before

you hum out that it means that the others will see you as well, on display for the whole clan to hear, and Tonowari pauses in his movements, letting out a deep growl

he detaches himself from you, closing the flaps and making that they were tied together firmly before going back to you, pressing his lips to your insistently

you giggle into the kiss, knowing that the comment would rile him up, but then he reaches his hand backward to tug on your tail, making you whimper into his mouth

the both of you stand in the marui pod, his hands wandering all about you and squeezing at every bit of skin, and your hands rest themselves on his shoulder, squeezing at the soft muscle

he taps the back of your thighs, panting into your mouth, irises so thin his eyes looked more black than blue, and you jump up and wrap your legs around him

carrying over you over to the sleeping mat, he lays you down gently, lips still pressed against yours, and he moves your legs so that your knees hook over his broad shoulders

Tonowari grinds his clothed cock into your pussy, the friction of the cloth on your clit making your mind go blank as he ruts against your hips

it’s  hot and heavy as he moves down to bite your neck, marking you as his, and you let him, tilting your head back to give more access to your skin

one of his hands snake down and rip at your tewng, pressing his thumb into your clit and rubbing harsh circles into it before you can whine about your tewng being ripped

your slick smears all over his own tewng, staining it with your want, but he doesn’t care the least bit, still drawing your sweet moans and gasps out of your throat

his thumb is persistent and fast, the pleasure building up within you quickly, and you whine as he slides two thick fingers into your heat

they stretch you out and he curls them upward to massage into your sweet spot, making you close your eyes out and let out a pitiful mewl for more

Tonowari pants out for you to have patience, he needs this first, he needs you to cum for him first right now, to stretch you on his fingers first

you grip onto his shoulders tighter as your pussy clenches down on his fingers, seeing stars as you cum, his thumb continuing its assault on your swollen clit

the high dies down, but the pleasure lingers as he removes his fingers from your drooling cunt and pulls his tewng down enough to reveal his thick length

he pumps at his cock, the slick from his fingers easing the slides, and he collects the pre-cum pearling at the tip with his thumb and smears it along the length

he presses his hips against you, slicking himself up further with your dripping cunt, and he groans at the feeling, muttering under his breath that he doesn’t want to hurt you

his fangs dig into his lower lip as he tries to control himself, but you can see him losing control, how his scent grows heavy in the air and how he starts to growl

you bring your hand up to cup his face, and you tell him you can handle it, that he can ruin you

Tonowari snaps, and he lines himself up with you and thrusts in with a singular fluid motion and starts fucking into you brutally

his thumb doesn’t stop its attack on your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in firm circles as his cock stretches you out and makes you whine and gasp out his name

his hips slap loudly against yours, the wet sound of your pussy filling the marui pod, and you can’t help it as you cum again

he groans at the feeling of you clenching down so tightly on his thick cock, and he lets out a groan as he somehow get faster

he’s muttering under his breath, into your mouth, into your neck that he needs you, needs to fill you with his seed, needs everyone to know that you’re his

his words don’t stop as he tells you that you’ll look so pretty so round and full of his kids, that you take his cock so well, that you’ll so beautiful once he’s finished breeding you

you whine and move your hands to scratch lines into his back, and he dips his head low to kiss you

it’s all the both of you need to cum again, the pain mixing with the pleasure, his hips slamming down into yours as he spills ropes of hot cum into you, and his thumb still moves against your clit to prolong your high

the both of you pant in the air, and you can still feel him in you, thick and heavy and hard

soon enough, his hips start moving again, and his teeth sinking into your skin

you’re in for a long few days

[moonstruckme]

Hey lovely! I read you’re response the ask about sirius helping an exhausted reader and let me tell you I was giggling and kicking my feet the entirety of my reading (and re-reading and re-re-reading) you did an impeccable job!! I was thinking as I was reading your doctor!remus fics and couldn’t get the thought of athlete reader with either poly!marauders or whichever of your choosing helping reader with back pain/achey muscles. I weight lift competitively and slowly throughout the season I’ve acquired a myriad of aches and pains but the worst is my back and the thought of coming home after comp or practice to one or multiple of the marauders ready with a back rub and icy-hot makes it bearable 😭 you’re an amazing writer and i appreciate you bunches n bunches <33333

Thanks gorgeous <33

modern au

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 480 words

You can’t help but think, as the old door to your flat creaks loudly open, that it sounds how you feel. 

You would never know you’ve just finished working on your fitness, with the way you walk inside shoulders slumped and back aching. You feel about three times your age. It’s ridiculous. 

“Hi,” James calls from down the hall. 

“Hey,” you shout back, and his footsteps begin coming towards you as you waver in the space between the kitchen and the living room. You really should start dinner, but what you’d like to do is lie down for the next two to three business days. 

“Oh.” James appears with a towel around his waist, curls wet and weighty against his forehead. “Not you too.” 

You roll your shoulders, hoping fruitlessly that the motion will ease out some of the pain resting between them. It doesn’t. “Yup. What’s plaguing you?”

“Leg. Your back again?” 

“Yeah,” you sigh. You sit on the couch, grabbing the icy hot from its now permanent spot on your coffee table and patting the spot beside you. “Here, let me help you with it.” 

“No way.” James sits, but takes the icy hot from you. “You first.” 

“You’ve been dealing with it longer,” you argue. You know his practice ended almost an hour ago. 

“I can tell yours is worse.” He nudges your shoulder gently. “Lay down, angel.” 

You can’t muster the energy to protest longer, and truly nothing sounds more appealing, so you do, peeling off your workout top as you go. “Thanks,” you sigh into the couch cushions, folding your arms under your head.

You hear James open the icy hot, and then his big hands land on your shoulder blades, fingers spread wide. He spreads the lotion down your back, palms pressing down with a pleasant pressure. The sigh that leaves you is borderline pornographic. He laughs. 

“I knew you didn’t really want to massage my leg.” 

“Shut up. I love you.” 

He says it back at a murmur, thumbs drilling into the tensed muscles on either side of your spine. Maybe by experience or maybe by some prenatural boyfriend instinct, he knows intuitively the exact amount of pressure you need, pushing down with enough force to work out the knots in your muscles but not hard enough to really hurt. Mumbled thanks mingle with your sighs, but soon you’re too blissed out to speak anymore, lax on the couch beneath him. 

“Where else hurts, pretty girl?” James asks you, circling his thumbs on your mid-back while he waits. 

“Nowhere. You’ve cured me, Jamie. Thank you.” 

You can hear the smile in his voice. “No problem.” 

“Okay.” You sit up, marveling at the ease of it, the comfortable warmth of your muscles. You feel brand new. “Your turn.” 

James plops his leg into your lap with eager readiness. “Give me the works, angel.” 

[serejae]

ITS STUPID | BND

pairing : bnd x reader

genre : fluff

WHAT ! - bnd when your sulky based of this lovely anon ^_^

wc : 1584 | @onedoornet

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SUNGHO :

- i feel like he would be so confused if he didnt know why you were sulky

- i also feel like he would ask some light questions but wouldnt push you to answer. but if he didnt get a answer he would be so confused

- he would spend the rest of the day reflecting on what he did only to get no answer

- it isnt until night time when you both are laying by each other and arent cuddling that he speaks up because he cant sleep without your cuddles :-|

sungho got home and saw you in the kitchen doing the dishes, normally youd wait for him to come home for dinner to eat together but maybe you werent feeling it. he tried starting a conversation only to get short responses, he then asked if you were okay only to get a hum he noticed the slight pout on your face as you gave these responses. after he got freshened up he went to eat dinner alone with only his thoughts. he replayed his whole day, actually no week, maybe month. but he couldnt seem to put his finger on what you were mad at him for. as he made it to your guys room, he noticed how dark the room was letting him know that you were asleep. he sighed and laid down, and for about 30 minutes he keeps his composure before speaking up “baby..baby!” he shook you gently, you hummed tiredly wondering why your boyfriend was waking you up. “what did i do? just tell me and i’ll apologize but i really cant think of a reason hun” he said propping himself up to look at you. “you left the toilet seat up” you said as you yawned seeming to not care anymore, he groaned and pulled the covers over to his side “now im mad at you”

“made me worry for no reason” he mumbled

RIWOO :

- riwoo is a worried man

- he’ll do everything in his power to try and calm you down so by the time you two cuddle he can get you to spill out why you were sulking

- he hates seeing anything on your face but a smile and would do anything. ANYTHING to get it off if it isnt a smile

- but hes a master manipulator like he’ll plan all this out for the perfect timing

as riwoo left the room after noticing you were not joining him in a few minutes like you said, he saw you sitting at your desk typing away on your keyboard. aside from your beautiful face he noticed the big fat pout on your lip making him furrow his eyebrows. riwoo sat on the couch behind you as you did your assignment watching the pout on your lips sit there making him form a pout on his lips as well. he didnt like seeing you bothered or upset by something, so he decided since he knew you wanted to finish this assignment that instead of stopping you he’d take some of the burden off your shoulders. he massaged your shoulders, gave your favorite snacks, and gave you a peck here and there. he could see the way your shoulders relaxed and how slowly but surely the pout on your lips disappeared. and when it finally disappeared fully he left a fat kiss on them as a celebration on his end, afterwards when you finally finish he takes you to your guys room and massages your head letting the stress rest as he listened to you complain about your day. his lips curved up when you mention how you appreciated him helping you. in response he kissed your forehead

“anytime”

JAEHYUN :

- wee woo wee woo someone call the dramatic police !!

- HE WILL NOT SHUT THE FUCK UP!! literally blows your head off with questions before he can leave you alone

- he cannot stand you being mad at him for more than 1.36 seconds and make it 1.17 seconds if your sulky

- so as soon as he notices something off hes begging for forgiveness even if he doesnt know what he did

jaehyun couldnt LIVE with the fact tjat he made the love of his life mad like no, kill him. and he dont even get him started if he didnt know why. he has a pre generated apology in his mind ready to be said with tears and everything. he continued to follow you around the house naming all the reasons you could be mad at him even the most ridiculous. “is it cause i ate the last ice cream bar?” “or did i snore too loud” “ohhh its cause i sent too many of those emoji reactions huh?” he continued talking before you turned around “no, no and no!” “than what is ittt” he groaned stretching the ‘t’. you sighed and laid down on the couch to relax, only to feel a man ontop of you (GET OFF ME!!!!) “JAEHYUN” you shouted “tell me” he repeated and he laid ontop of you. “remember when i said i didnt like liz?” you said giving up this whole cold persona. feeling him nod you continue “you said ‘she isnt that bad!’ but your suppose to agree with anything i say and dislike anything i dislike!” it goes silent for a bit then you hear him go “OHHHHH, noted”

now hes a certified hater with you ❤️

TAESAN :

- like sungho doesnt pester you too much about it

- but unlike sungho he doesnt ask questions but observes your moves, and once he sees the pout he knows hes OUT (laugh.)

- anyways literally spend the whole day spacing out wondering what the fuck did he do, he starts reading old conversations you both had. he makes his brain a computer system tracing back each step (while keeping a straight face)

- he folds when you two are having dinner and its silent. he canr take it anymore and ask you if he did anything wrong in the most nonchalant way he can (hes about to start tweaking)

he spent his whole shower standing there backtracking all his steps, from when he woke up to when he got home. after he got out he proceeded to stay in the bathroom and sit there for 25 minutes and 19 seconds scrolling through your messages to see if he had said something wrong trying to find a mood change for him to have to come home to a pouty partner. after finding nothing he sighed coming out of the bathroom and joins you for dinner. the dinner is silent, your peacefully eating but he pokes at his food not being able to get your sulky face out of his mind. he puts his fork down before looking at you “please tell me what i did” he said plainly trying to mask the fact that hes going to explode. you look at him and tilt your head confused, he picks up on your body language and speaks up again “i dont like seeing you pout, especially if it was something i did, did someone do something did i do something?”. he sees your face change when you realize what he was talking about “you never would believe what my mom did to me today…” you continued

he sighed out of relief realizing he didnt do anything and listened with a smile on his face enjoying his dinner.

LEEHAN :

- he would find it entertaining…(sawry)

- but definitely would take you seriously after having a little analysis in his fish brain he ask you why you were mad

- if it’s something silly hes stares at you for a bit processing it again (fish brain) and lets out a laugh making you more mad

- he composes himself and puts on serious mode. proceeds to indulge in whatever you were mad about, as long as ur happy 🔥

leehan didnt expect for the first thing that he would come home to was a sulky s/o. he had walked home to a quiet house wondering where you were, since you didnt greet him at the door like you normally did. walking into the shared bedroom he saw you wrapped in the blanket without your face visible, walking over to your side he saw you scrolling on your phone with a slight pout on your face. he chuckled a bit catching your attention. when you see him laughing it only makes you more angrier, so you flip to the direction facing away from leehan. your reaction suprised him, he stood there for a moment wondering what he did. he sighed a bit before sitting down on the bed behind you as he rubbed your back, “whats my baby sulky for?” he asked softly. “it wasnt very nice of you to call the fish i sent you ugly.” you said huffing. he then remembered that you two wanted to adopt a fish together and were actively looking for one, and it wasnt until this morning that you sent him a link and he cringed at the photo of the fish. it wasnt the most pleasant to look that in his opinion…after finding out the reason your upset with him, he cant help but let out a laugh. after seeing your face to him not taking you seriously he’d panic a little before drowning you in kisses “we can get the fish, even if its a little strange…”

[iznyangwoni]

EASY TO LOVE | chapter nine !

The whole time in class you couldn’t concentrate, your head hurting just from the stress. Why would Minji even want Jungwon to know what happened to you? Okay yes sure, you did act like a bitch towards her but you do that with everyone!

Your keep moving your leg nervously, waiting for the class to end so that you can finally say a couple of words to that witch. Its honestly fucking with your head, this whole thing was long gone, why bring it up now? You take a deep breath, not really wanting to panic in a class full of people who know you as this unbeatable being.

The class finally ends, you pick your things up and exit without saying a thing to either Moka or Wonyoung, which both look quite concerned for you. Your heels somehow make you walk even faster, the anger and anxiety in you just want this to be over quickly.

You finally reach the class Jungwon told you about and, without even knocking, you get in. There’s a few people in the room, which all turn to look at you, you run a hand through your hair, your heels clacking even more on the wooden floor. “I need to talk to her. Get out.”

You say to the couple more people next to her, the scoff, but still leave the room, now its only you and the girl in here. She’s a bit taller than you, but you dont let that intimidate you. “Why’s that? I thought you didnt talk with people with a bag two seasons behind.”

You click your tongue, finding her sassiness quite annoying. You take another step towards her. “When did i say you could talk?” you ask, voice cold, you’ve never looked at someone with so much hatred in your eyes. well, except maybe last year.

She stays silent, so you keep talking, taking another step towards her. “Listen. I don’t care what that little head of yours is thinking, but whatever it is, if you let out that secret you’re dead, Minji.” “Oh so now you’re threatening me?” She lets out a sarcastic laugh, pushing you slightly away from her.

“Yes, yes i am threatening you. Do you want your dad to keep his job? Then you better keep your pretty mouth shut.” She pushes you once more, not wanting to be so close to you. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Oh, you’d be surprised.” You don’t care about her pushes, taking another step towards her. She speaks once more.

“You better get away from Jungwon. I have that video y/n, you know damn well it could ruin your life.” Is she really doing this because of a damb boy? This is the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard. “Not if i ruin yours first.” And thats it, she pushes you once more, and at the same time the door of the classroom opens, Jungwon behind it.

You could honestly get your balance back in no time, but you decide to fall instead. A whine getting out of your mouth as you massage your ankle, as if you hurt it, when you obviously didnt. “Y/n? You okay?” Jungwon rushes to your side, getting on his knees next to you, giving a glance to Minji.

“What the heck, Minji? I really thought you were better than this.” You watch the scene with fake tears in your eyes, you hand still holding your ankle meanwhile Jungwon puts his arm around your shoulders. “Won, I-“ “Just get out.” “You’re really believing her?” “I’m believing my own eyes, Minji! Now get out!” And so she does, slamming the door closed.

“Are you hurt?” Jungwon asks, looking at you with so much more sweetness in his eyes than just a few seconds ago. “I think my ankle took a bad turn.” He sighs and starts taking off your heels gently. You made up this whole situation, but to be fair he’s being so sweet it actually just made your heart beat faster for a single second.

“Why do you even wear these to school? You might actually break you ankle one of these days.” He says, taking them completely off before picking you up, you bite your inner cheek, fuck this is too sweet of him. “Let’s go to the nursery, mh?” “Yeah… lets do that.”

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[abiatackerman]

"Levi x Reader" Masterlist

Oneshots:

(Aot era)

Daddy's little rival

Just Levi and his son are fighting over you on a weekend afternoon!!!

Oops! Daddy said the "F" word?!

What happens when Levi accidentally curses in front of his own son? Of course his son starts repeating him too!

Interrupted by brats

What can be worse for Levi when the brats interrupt his kissing twice? You'll be leaving for a week and he can't even properly give you a goodbye kiss! He'll definitely punish the brats for this!!!!

Food fight and forgiven kisses

After having a rough fight with Levi, you decide not to eat anything. Being defeated by your stubbornness, Levi throws you over his shoulder to feed you himself.

Healing touches

Hiding sickness is nothing unexpected when it comes to Levi Ackerman, but he always fails to hide it from you. But he's not minding it since your soft touches never fails to heal him up.

Silly Jealousy

Doesn't matter if it's just a young recruit who has a crush on you, you're his! All he wants to do is throw this boy out of the window and cuddle you....

Love lost, peace gained (angst)

"Congratulations to your marriage, Levi Ackerman. I hope you'll have a happy life."

You say smiling softly as you take your last look at him. Last look at him as "Your Levi"

Sweet nothings to the baby bump

Nothing is more adorable than Levi talking sweetly with the baby who's currently in your bump... Who ever thought humanity's strongest soldier can be this gentle?

Sass War: Levi Vs Y/N

Why would Levi have to be the only one with a smart mouth? Nope, you're not gonna let him win this time... You'll have a "SWEET" fight with him over words today!

Morning kisses and pancakes

"Husband Levi Ackerman" cooks your breakfast while you sleep comfortably. Then gently waking you up he feeds you and it feels nothing but a dream to you two!

Period cramps

You never thought out of everyone, Levi Ackerman will massage your abdomen while you're having cramps.... It's not like you're complaining because it feels so good!

Reverse "Healing Touches"

Just a description of "Boyfriend Levi Ackerman" taking care of her sweetest girlfriend while she's sick!

Frosty night, warm embraces

The cold is nothing compared to Levi's warmth.... You sigh with content and close your eyes, hugging him tightly and fall asleep with a smile...

BITE

A bite mark on your skin and you still expect Levi to remain calm? He doesn't care if it's a bug bite, only "HE" is the one who can bite you...

Too late (angst)

He thought you both had enough time and that's why he rejected you.... But this world is cruel... It never fails to show its cruelty to him...

Wine and drunken whispers

Nothing but Levi taking you to your room after you get drunk. Being the sweetest person he is, he takes care of you grumpily and stays with you until you fall asleep.....

Sexual health of Corporal Ackerman

Dying out of boredom? The best way to keep yourself entertained is to annoy Levi Ackerman by asking him "intimate" questions 😉

Sweat Soaked Confessions

Typical Levi, who was sick, was pushing himself as far as could and was sweating due to the forced efforts. Getting mad you start to snap at him, but the snapping turns suddenly into something else.

First date

Levi has finally invited you on a date, indirectly. Since it's Levi, he takes you to a calm countryside so that you both will be able to enjoy the beautiful sunset.

Red Date (NSFW)

Everything is red, your dress, your lips, the wine.... And your cheeks too after you and Levi share the intense kiss 💋

Falling asleep with Levi

Nothing can give you or Levi more peace than falling asleep together while cuddling. It's a dream for both of you......

Yandere talks

Why does each and every possessive word of him sound so sexy? His Yandere behaviour never fails to turn you on...

Desk war and pencil swords

Just you and Levi, having sweet conversations and funny dramas while doing paperwork together....

(Modern Era) (Requests are open):

Detective Levi x Doctor Levi (NSFW)

You work in the same organisation where the best detective of your country, Levi Ackerman works. Since it's not a rare thing for you to heal him both physically and mentally, it also shouldn't be a surprising fact if you find out he likes you, right?

Teacher Levi x Student reader

You have an "open-secret" crush on the most stoic professor of your college, on Professor Levi Ackerman. When your crush calls you in his office room and asks if you can keep a secret or not, can you say no?

Additional:

Levi Ackerman as your boyfriend

This is how "I" head cannon Levi, as a boyfriend. You can head cannon him in your way and I have nothing against you. So please, no hate words.

"Levi month 24" event's oneshots

All the Oneshots are written on the different prompts of the event "Levi Month 24"

[blackelysian]

Where your man at?

Kofi Siriboe x Black! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 997

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Talks of infidelity, unprotected sex, cursing, roleplay

A/N: Its kinda short I knowww this is just a random story idea I had! Hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @notapradagurl7 @livebythelovediebythelove @catxo @flydotty @henneseyhoe @novaniskye

Kofi sat back and watched as the brown skin goddess conversed with other people at the bar. She was fine as hell sporting a long black, form fitting slightly mesh dress. You could see the silhouette of her naked body underneath but not too much. He bites his lip at the sight of her. He continued to watch as she casually sipped on a lemon drop not even noticing me. The chocolate man downs the rest of his drink and makes his way over to the beauty. She was so engulfed in her conversation she hadn’t even seen him walk up. 

“Excuse me, beautiful” He said with a grin. She stops talking and turns to face him with a smirk. “ I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation but I just had to introduce myself. My name is Kofi.” She looks him up and down with interest. He reaches his hand out for hers. “YN” She replies as he grabs her hand placing a kiss on the back of it, noticing the shiny wedding ring on her left hand. The other person she was talking to excuses themselves and walks away to mingle with the other party guests.

“Your man let you come out the house by yourself like that?” He asks, leaning back to admire her curvy frame up close. 

“He did. I'm a big girl, I can look after myself,” she replies, taking the last sip of her drink before signaling the bartender to make her another one.

“Hmm, I see,” He said. She chuckles.

He instantly became mesmerized by her beautiful smile. “You are gorgeous, I had to come make myself known.” I smirk.

“You're pretty good looking yourself.” She replies with a wink, sipping her drink.

They sat at the bar, talked for a little bit and ordered another round of drinks. As they were finishing up he asked her if she would like to dance which she happily agreed, grabbing his hand dragging him to the dance floor. She turns around, putting her backside against him as she starts to dance. He grabs her left hand and raises it in the air as he lets her continue to push up on me, both of them completely getting into it. The sexual tension was thick.

He leans down into her ear and whispers “ Hmm hubby is not going to like this when he finds out” His hands find her waist. She turns around wrapping her arms around his neck bringing her lips to his ear. “What if he doesn’t..” She says, placing a tender kiss on his ear. He shuddered and turned his head to where their lips were literally just inches apart. 

“Hmm, you goin start something sweetheart…” He cautioned.

“I told you ima big girl..” she whispers back, rubbing the back of his head.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Their lips never leave each other as they make their way into her house. She pulls away, grabbing his hand leading him to her bedroom. Their lips meet again in a heated lip lock. He grabs at her dress gently pulling it up her body and over her head. She wore a black lace thong to match with no bra. His eyes are drawn to her succulent full breasts. He palms both of them in my large hands, massaging them pulling a light moan from her lips. His lips find her neck next, then her shoulders and then in between her breasts. He sucks the left one into his mouth as her hand finds the back of his head. Sweet, sensual moans escaping her. Her voice was beautiful. He picked her up gently tossing her on the bed, unbuckling my belt in the process. She palms his member through his pants in return he let out a low groan. He grabbed her neck with one hand and reached down with the other, pulling his piece out with the other. She reaches her hand down and starts firmly stroking him. He starts to slide her panties down to her ankles bringing her shiny wet center into view. 

“Your husband is one lucky man” He said, leaning down to place a single kiss on her clit. He lined himself to her entrance and slid in. Both of them let out a satisfied moan. His hips crash into hers over and over again. Her hands rub the back of his head as he fucked her with passion.

“Turn over for me” He said. She turns over stomach resting on the bed with her ass slightly raised as he slides back in instantly finding her spot. “Oh shit, right there” She moans.

“Right there baby?” He taunts, stroking into her mercilessly. “Oh fuckk” she yells out, gripping the sheets. “I’m gonna cum” she pants. He flips them over again, her ending up on top this time. “ Get your nut” he says, watching their bodies connect. She grabs his shoulders and starts to drop her ass down into his lap, chasing her orgasm. She throws her head back, feeling her orgasm build in her stomach again. “Shitt, You so wet babygirl.”  He groans, biting his lip. He continues to bounce her up and down on his shaft, aiming directly for her spot. He looked up at her, biting his lip at her love faces.

“What time your man getting home?” he asks, with a smirk growing on his face. Too wrapped up in her own orgasm to hear him. “Ohh fuckk im coming!!” She yells, releasing all over him and his lap. He finishes right behind her unloading himself inside her. They fall back onto the bed next to each other. He grabs her hand, placing gentle kisses on the back of it as he plays with the ring on her finger. “That was fun, still didn't say what time your man was getting home” He says with a slight chuckle. She slaps his bare chest joining in the laugh. “Shut up babe, but we should definitely do this more often…