#him ans his long pretty fingers *head in fucking hands*

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

TPC: Minghao is the master of Beer Pong

Series

Pairing: Minghao x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.5k

tags: cocky!minghao, manhandling, oral (reader giving), rough, fingering, wall stuff, choking (on cock and without), balls in mouth 😭, cum swallowing, dirty talk, heavy degradation, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie

Summary: Winning a game of beer pong is no easy feat, so he insists he and his pong partner finds the nearest closet to celebrate.

author note: did i have a plan for this? no. but enjoy minghao being a menace

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Losing is not an option for Xu Minghao, even if you are his beer-pong partner.

Beer pong to most is a mere drinking game, but to Minghao, it is one of the many things he could brag about being good at and he likes knowing that he’s better at things than some people. It is simply his vice.

He admits when you volunteered to play a game as his partner, he was the slightest bit worried you’d skew his unusually positive results, but he’s Xu Minghao. He did exactly what needed to be done and as expected, his reputation precedes him. 

He was launching balls like a skilled master, landing every shot when it was his turn, filling every one of the opposing cups in pristine precision. Eventually, he is nothing short of a victory, and a victory meant a reason to celebrate.

“S-shit, you’re so much better than imagined you’d be.” 

Your hands are flushed around his girth, while your mouth is unremorseful as you cover every inch. His body relaxed on the wall behind him, heavily depending on the single lightbulb above your heads to focus on your glossy gaze that stares back at him in hunger.

Usually, beer isn’t enough to get Minghao’s mouth running, so that impelled him to make the game a bit more interesting by adding kaoliang liquor in a few of the cups. Not that it mattered when he started drinking straight from the bottle. You, however–a lightweight having your fair share of losses–drank two or three of the cups, resulting lack of inhibition when it came to your beer-pong partner, who couldn’t look more edible than the microwave burritos you were also craving.

He throws leisure jerks back at your throat, guiding you with his fingers through your hair that is wrapped in knots around his knuckles. The initial pain from the grip subsides with his filthy praises as he fully darkened glower watches you take him inch by inch. You muffle your moans in your venture, nails digging into the flesh of his thigh, and in the right light, Minghao can catch the delectable glisten of your drool falling out the corner of your lips.

“That’s right. You want to drain my balls down your throat, don’t you, filthy slut?”

Minghao isn’t himself with the alcohol in his system–or so he is rationalizing in his head–so the dirty talk is all coming from his ass, but if he knew any better, he’d think you’re enjoying it. A smile stretches so wide on your face, a giggle can’t help but escape from his. He adores seeing you work so hard, especially for his benefit.

He sees and feels your head bob in response, and in turn, he groans, thrusting back into your narrow pipe. His balls hit your chin, plugging the entry of oxygen, and your mascara runs down your cheeks from tears that finally shed.

“You’re taking my cock so fucking well,” his thrusts get harder, pushing himself down deeper, and the whines suppressed around him release in vibrations up his length. Minghao shudders violently. “Fuck, you little…stupid…slut…”

It’s interesting how bad you are at beer pong considering you quite literally are taking him balls deep, puffing your cheeks up similarly to a chipmunk storing away nuts in their mouth. It is impressive, shocking, yet so enthralling. He holds you by the back of your head, stilling your mouth over his entire structure, and his thick, viscous cum runs hot down your throat. He clenches his abdomen, holding you down, and still fucking your mouth until breathing becomes a foreign action even through your nose.

You cough when Minghao pulls out of you, his cum trailing down your chin and neck. He makes sure you're okay, pulling you up from the ground. The warmth in his eyes gives you whiplash, having you nod without even considering what words had left his lips. It’s in that split second before he pins your chest against the wall, hand cushioning against your ass.

“Think it’s your turn. Time for your reward.”

The tip of his digit glides up the curve of your posterior before his entire hand rams down your pants and tugs them off to expose your bare cheeks. The draft within the closet you’ve hidden away hits your skin before Minghao’s palm does, making yelp from the stinging of your flesh. You latch forward to the wall you’re embracing, his digit gliding over your arousal-moist lips and coating himself in a thin film.

“Shit, my cock made you that wet? How cute.” He swats your ass again, his moist thick lips catching the nape of your neck.

You moan his name, drunken and horny, and that same digit plunges into your core as his body presses against you. You feel his cock—once depressed from climaxing—start to inflate again and nudge against your back. You’re trembling, but don’t fear what’s to occur.

“Aren’t you glad we won,” he asks, pushing another finger inside. His knuckles press into the plush of your ass, the distance closing between him and your g-spot. You gasp, clenching around him desperately. Sounds of anguish overtake you as he bites against your neck, fingers competing with the speed of light. “You get to have me finger fuck you just. Like. this. That’s what you wanted, isn't it? Have you come apart around my fingers after you’ve eaten my cum?”

You swallow your affirmations, embarrassment written all over your face until he slams you forward, and your burning cheeks squish harder against the cold wall in front of you.

“You’re not going to answer me? Slut?”

“Yes.” You manage to breathe out.

He scoffs. “You gonna be a good slut and take my cock after you’ve had your fun?”

“Y-yes, Minghao.”

His breath is hot against your neck, pace accelerating. “So. Obedient.”

You can feel his smile send shivers down your spine, crying his name while you are whimpering for more. You’ve become one with the wall and don’t remember a life before it, too lust blind to focus on anything else. Meanwhile, Minghao memorizes every sound you make, determined to ingrain it into his internal storage for future occurrences to reference. His mind boggles at the kind of specimen you are, so malleable and edible he wants to make every part of you shake with ecstasy. He’d kill to be the one to give you the most intense orgasm you’d ever have and he is eager to try.

He withdraws his fingers when you’re seconds away from climaxing and replaces them with his cock, fucking yours at the same pace his fingers once did. “Hao!”

Your whimpers come out high-pitched to the point of nearly shattering glass if any existed in this cramped space. Minghao’s chest—completely gotten bare without ever getting noticed—burns against your skin. You feel the slickness of his tongue run up your neck before claiming your lips, his free hand forcing you to turn your head to him by your chin.

“That’s right, you take my cock,” he mumbles. Hot pants leave his tired body, but his legs not showing him giving out. His body slammed your front harder against the wall, so hard already imaging the type of bruises he’s left behind. “You like me…fucking you deep and hard…just like this?”

“Yes, yes,” You squeak, your body not even getting a second to take a break from his manhandling.

Although he was lean, he was toned, powerful, and had a grip stronger than any industrial glue in existence. The strength Minghao had in his arms and thrusts were unlike anything you expected and you couldn’t be happier to find out you were wrong.

“Pussy so good and wet for me, Shit.”

Although it feels amazing how he handles you, you crave harsher treatment, one that would leave you sore the following day and immobile the next. Knowing Minghao’s ego, all he needed was little encouragement. He couldn’t risk ending without a proper burial of him inside you. “Fuck me harder, please…I need more, let your cock give me more…I want you spilling inside me please.”

“Greedy little fuck,” he says through gritted teeth and forces himself to take faster strokes, now holding you by the neck.

The pressure of his fingers digs into the column of your neck and works its way to cutting off your airways. You claw at the walls, your eyes begin to roll back to your skull, and clenching for dear life as you take in his vigor. It hurts, it’s bliss, it’s heaven.

“Stupid. Fucking. Slut.”

You cum without warning, gushing around his length warmth, pushing your ass up against him with a low groan. That was his breaking point. Vulgar words escape the same way as his fat climax does, harsh and unforgiving, he fills your inside like it’s his canvas. All you can feel is pure heat and your legs begin to buckle before he holds you back up, caressing your legs. 

“Shit,” you mutter, hand over your chest feeling your heart. “That…that was good.”

There’s a lingering silence and somehow you’re able to sense the tension in his form. “Good. Just good.”

“Great, Hao. It was great,” you emphasize.

“Well, good if you think that was great, but we’re not done. I’m not done.”

“But hao–”

“I said I’m. Not. Done. Not until I give you the best damn orgasm you’ve ever had.” He presses you up against the wall in that familiar way, dark eyes glaring back at you determination, fueled by spite.

“Understood?” 

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Milk Run

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Joel's gotta have his daily nutrients, no matter where you are.

Warnings: breastfeeding, Lactation kink, semi public/public, getting caught, sub!Joel, handjob, oral m receiving, mommy kink, throat pie

18+ ONLY

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Breastfeeding Joel accompanying you to go shopping when he spots a nursery room and immediately reverts to being an overgrown child, tugging your arm excitedly to plleeeaaaasseeee go there like its the kids play area.

He literally drags you there whether you wanted to or not. Relieved that No one else is there, you close the door and sit on the couch. Joel leaps over, knees and lifts your top and bra, licking his lips. His hands shake from excitement as he unclasped your bra for you.

He let's out a soft whine when your tits fall free. Kneading them gently in his big hands to get them achy and flowing.

"Be quick Joel, I dont want to have to explain this to the store manager." You pat the seat next to you.

Joel lies himself down sideways, elbow propped over your leg so he can rest himself against you, facing your chest. His lips enclosed around your pert nipple, ans you gasp at the sensation. He hums contently, closing his eyes and breathing deeply through his nose. He's pretty expert at working your breast tissue like a udder until sweet warm milk is flowing into his mouth.

He groans, long and drawn out as his cheeks bulge before gulping the first load. As he drinks more and more, he settles heavily in your lap until your holding his head with one hand, rubbing the scruff curls of his hair as he sucks. He looks so peaceful, lashes drawn to his cheekbones and jaw working every few moments to suckle some more. An audible gulp and little whimpers ger stuck in his throat.

You roll your free hand along his chest, feeling his heartbeat fall rhythmically to a steady pound. You've gotten used to the tickle of his beard against your skin, a comforting touch when you feel anxious in public. His relief, by drinking your breastmilk whenever he needs it, has somehow become yours too.

Joel is too engrossed in the heavenly taste of your milk that he doesn't notice the tent bulging in his jeans. He shifts uncomfortable, the fabric pressing tightly.

You giggle and kiss his forehead before your fingers drift south and palm over his errection.

His eyes flutter open, a grunt forced from his mouth as milk spits slightly up. He looks at you with alarm for just a moment, as if unsure of what is going on, before falling into a drunken, seduced trance as you work your hand over the hard length of him over and over again.

He clears his throat, licks the mess he's made from his cheeks and your tit before slurping your nipple back in his lips. He side eyes you, your smirk and teasing shakes of your head fueling his cock until its bursting from the zipper on its own.

"Wuat happa ta bein wuick?" He mumbles before sucking a large gob of your tit to fill his mouth.

"We are. Just focus on cumming for Mommy and you can drink my milk the entire car ride home," you whisper, your lips gliding over his forehead wrinkles again.

He whines, his hand coming over yours to help you jerk his cock faster. He gulps in quick motions, needing more time to breathe as his heart pace fastens.

Both sets of ears perk up when the nursery door lounge clicks, and there's nothing to shield the poor lady who walks in with her baby carrier, makes contact with the perverted scene ahead and yelps. Too stunned to say anything but oogle terrified with wide eyes before she immediately backs out and slams the door in horror.

"Oh my god!" You both shout. Yours in disbelief, bit Joel's in complete pleasure as his cock shoots his seed into the air and all over your hand. "Oh ff-fuck baby, ugh fuck that's it, fuuuccckkkmmmm."

"Joel get the fuck up we need to leave now."

He kisses your nipple one more time before standing. Instead of letting you get up, he stands between your parted legs, his dripping cock level with your face.

"Can you clean me up, please Mommy?" He pouts with a twisted grin.

You narrow your eyes at him with a tsk before grabbing his ass ans pulling him in, his cock getting sucked right into your mouth until his tip hits the back of your throat.

"Oh shit-shit Mommy!" He tosses his head up as you rock his hips back and forth, sucking him cand all his naughty creamy cum clean like a vacuum on a pole.

He pulls you flush once more, until your choking from the bulge of his cock in your throat. He stutters and shakes, moaning loudly as another surprise load empties itself right into your stomach. You swallow and suck, no leaving for air until he's completely drained of any evidence.

You slap his ass cheek. "Get your pants on, we need to leave now."

As you hoist your shirt on and toss your bra into your bag, fearful of security coming to arrest you two for indecent exposure in supposedly a family safe room, Joel taps your shoulder incessantly.

"What!?"

"Do I still get to suck your tits when you drive us home?"

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[anakinsdove]

𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

pairing: anakin skywalker x reader

summary: he’d like to make you cry, but in the process he’ll cry too.

c/w: nsfw, sfw, fluff, choking, dom/sub dynamics, dacryphilia, (listen to pretty when you cry by Lana del rey)

discord - twitter: anakinsdove

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰 - 1,263

Anakin loves you, he loves so fucking much, he really does… there’s not a single doubt in his mind and he hates to pretend that he doesn’t love you, the Jedi code, no attachments, only if they knew, he’ll destroy the galaxy to save you, he’ll kill everyone to save you, he’ll kill himself to save you.

This isn’t how it was supposed to be, you’re under him while he pounds you mercilessly, his hand tightens around your throat making it difficult to breathe, to think, to care, he wants you crying, crying for him and begging for him, but when he looked at you, despite the naughtiness of the act, he only sees love, his wife and reason to exist, his entire universe. Anakin can’t help it when he feels tears welling up in his eyes.

You’re there, eyes closed head rolled back, tightening around his cock as it kisses your cervix painfully delicious, milking him. He’s there on top of you, furrowed eyebrows, mouth hanging open ans his hand grips you hips tightly to keep you in place, a bead of sweat falling from his hairline, fighting the urge to close his eyes as pleasure overtakes him.

You’re not going anywhere, you’re not going to slip away and disappear if he closes his eyes for just a second, he tries to fight his thoughts, he growls and comes down to kiss your cleavage sucking marks into your skin, bruising you the only way he’ll ever will and taking your pebbled nipple into his mouth, his eyes won’t leave yours… he massages your other boob pinching your nipple with his index finger and his thumb, your back arches accidentally and you let out a strangled cry.

Your hands pull at his hair and anakin groans muffled by your skin then takes your wrists and pins them over your head with one hand, switches to your other boob so she can receive the same treatment, he’s so eager to please you, he’s eager to make you love him even when you already would sell your soul to be with him, he just doesn’t get it, he doesn’t get it how can he have something so fucking good in his life… or under him precisely.

“Keep your hands in there will you?” You nod dumbly staring at his frowning expression…. “Ani-” “Take it” he says and you wonder how long is going to take him to cum, his cock pulsates inside you and he already dragged 3 orgasms out of you but it’s not enough, he wants more… your pussy is sore and unbelievably wet he doesn’t ever want to leave.

The sounds of skin slapping get louder as he moves erratically against you, he’s getting tired but he won’t stop, his grip loosens up on your wrist releasing them, you take the chance to dig your nails in his back, he groans, it’s painful, it’s perfect… dragging them slowly scratching him… hurting him, the only way you’ll ever do.

“Tell me you love me” his voice is strangled

Everything is blurry, your tears are blurring your vision “I love you” you say, but it’s not good enough.

“Again”

“I love you”

“A-Again!”

He’s losing it, he’s so close, so close to let the white pleasure take over him completely, the kind of pleasure that makes him see stars, the kind of pleasure that will make him hold you so tight it’ll leave marks. “I love you Anakin! I l-love you so- f-fucking much!” That sends him over the edge, and his eyes roll back into his head and hides his face on the crook of your neck, his mouth hanging open, brows furrowing together, it’s too much for him.. who would have tought that Anakin skywalker, also known as “the hero with no fear” by the rest of the galaxy would completely come undone by someone telling him they love him.

Your 4th orgasm of the night hits you without warning as you were concentrating on the beautiful man on top of you, watching him unravel… your back arches prettily as you let out a cry, of pleasure, of pain, of overstimulation, love, everything… it’s the most beautiful noise anakin has ever heard, you lay there exhausted panting and holding him tightly… closing your eyes in pure bliss when you suddenly feel his still hard cock moving inside you again.

“Anakin!” Your pussy clenched around him making him moan… “One more” he says breathlessly “I need one more” tears well up in your eyes at the overstimulation nodding at him as you cry quietly… you’ll do anything that he ask. “Gonna pound you now” he warns.

It hurts for him too, his cock is too sensitive for this but he wants it, he needs it, the sticky mess between your legs only encourages him to fill you up again as the sticky cum drips from your pussy, his hand slides down to your sensitive yet untouched clit to draw tight little circles.

It’s the best thing you’ve ever felt in your life, you hold so much love for him in your heart that it’s almost impossible to think about it without without crying because loving Anakin Skywalker is overwhelming, it’s raw and addicting like a drug, you’re completely high on him and the best thing is that it’s mutual, it’s everything you could ever wish for, he would do anything that you ask, no questions, it’s scary but devotion is everything and if breaking the Jedi code had consequences you’re disposed to pay them, whatever the price is to keep living this life.

“I love you y/n” Anakin breathes out

“You belong to me” he stops rubbing your puffy clit to bring his fingers to your mouth making you choke on them pressing on your tongue so you can taste yourself “Say it”

“I- i belong to you” it’s unintelligible but he smirks

“You’re mine” he growls

“I’m yours”

“No one else’s”

“No one else’s”

You keep choking on his digits as his tip hits that spongy spot inside you perfectly “it’s okay i got you” he says, his mind recognizes the signs of your body when you’re close, not only to cum but to break… “i want you to cum okay? Want you to milk me my love… t-take what’s yours, I’m yours do you understand?”

The pleasure is unbearable and your body comes undone in his arms, anakin captures your lips and muffles your cries, it’s a clumsy kiss considering he’s coming undone on top of you too, he slides his tongue in your mouth tasting you, you taste so sweet and he’s already drunk in you. His hips stutter as more cum drips from your pussy… he wasn’t intending to breed you tonight but maybe he did… he finally breaks the kiss and you’re both left in silence only heavy breathing can be heard… Anakin rests his head on your chest and sighs.

“You’re everything to me” he says and you play with his hair delicately making his eyes close involuntarily getting lost in a different kind of pleasure

“You’re my adoration Anakin” he grins like a child, pure and only happiness behind it

“D’you think you can tell obi wan you’re not going to this mission?” He says

“I don’t know, do you think master yoda is tall?” his boyish giggle warms your heart…. “Hey…. I’m yours until tomorrow, we’ve still got plenty of time alone together” your fingers tug delicately at the roots of golden curls.

“Tomorrow” he says

“Tomorrow”

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dividers - @i92-93

[gothghostiie]

Hear me out: Simon who refuses to die so fucking hard that he literally overthrows the king of hell by accident. Demon king!Simon with wings and fucked up powers who now suddenly has access to legions of hellions and all of hell at his disposal. But turns out he didn’t know demons had ruts, so it’s not long until he gets ridiculously frustrated. Flying over the nearest city, he sniffs out the most fertile cunt, the most compatible human for his needs. He finds you, and you don’t even get an explanation before he’s dragging you into hell and fingering you to prepare you for his brutal cock :///

oh OH

cw: dubcon, breeding, overstimulation, afab!gn!reader

his big fingers working your poor cunt open while you sob and moan, ashamed by how wet you're getting:(( yes he kidnapped you but you cant hell but move your hips and rub your swollen clit while he growls ans pushes your hand away, long tongue circling it instead:((

when he lines his fat cock up with you you Shake your head, telling him it won't fit but why would he care?? he needs to cum so you will take it!! he pushes in harshly, making you sob but immediately cum all over his cock before he even moves:(

when he finally starts rutting into you you moan so loud and pretty, begging for more and more despite how stupid he already fucked you:(( only when he pumps his huge load into your poor, quivering pussy after hours and hours hes finally satisfied, fingering the cum that's seeping out back into you :( maybe if you're good he'll lick your puffy clit again before bringing you back

...if you even want to go back.

[resi4skz]

CODE 0325

Pairing: nonidol!Chan x fem!Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is on a tinder date but needs to be rescued.

Warnings: close proximity, fluff?, what even is this

"Uh huh, that's nice," I say, nodding with a fake smile as I make quick work with my hands, unzipping my bag from under the table.

"Yeah? You want to see my work? I'd love to take you," says the man, Tim, my tinder date. "Heck, I'd even sculpt you. You'd make a great subject."

Fuck me. Someone save me from this lunatic. "Would you excuse me for one second?" I quickly press my best friend, Lisa's number on the screen ans hold it to my ear.

After 3 rings, she picks up. "So how's tinder date going?"

"There's supposed to be a package coming at 3:25pm today for me."

"Oh, shit. Okay. Uh, okay." I hear her curse on the other line. "Fuck, Y/N, I can't come to you. I'll ask Channie for help. He's much closer to where you are."

I close my eyes, mentally cursing at myself. "Fine. Just be on the lookout, alright?"

I hang up and smile towards Tim. "Sorry about that."

"You know it's rude to use your phone on a date."

Who made him the police?

"I'm sorry but I run a bakery and there was this very important package that's supposed to come today."

"Uh huh," he sips on his drink. "You'd have no problem if I ask you to come back to my place. To see my projects."

Barf.

"I'm sorry but I'm going to have to decline." Time to get the fuck out of here.

"Why?"

"Excuse me?"

"What is it with you women? Is it because a man calls you pretty, you think you're high and mighty?"

I grab my cardigan and sling over my bag over my shoulder. "It's when guys like you think you own a woman on the first date? You're the least in my league." I turn on my heels to leave when a harsh grip on my arm stops me. "Ow! What the fuck? Let go!"

"You slut. Wearing that dress in front of me, you're asking for it," Tim snarls as I try to wriggle my arm free.

"Let. Her. Go."

We both freeze and turn towards the voice.

"Channie." I watch him walk over to me, his eyes on Tim. Those eyes that make a upside down crescent when he laughs. The same eyes that made me fall for him. He was wearing a white tanktop with a red flannel on top and jeans with white sneakers.

"This is none of your business," Tim snaps back.

"I'm about to be your business if you don't let go of my girl's arm," Channie snarls back. My cheeks grows warm at the sound of him calling me his girl.

"Your girl? She didn't mention she had a boyfriend," Tim replies, letting go of my arm.

"She does now," Channie answers back, taking my hand and turning to leave.

But the asshole had to open his mouth right as we got close to the exit. "Yeah. That's right. She's a slut anyway! How do you expect men to react when she dresses like that?"

"Fuck this," Channie mutters as he turns back, walks staright to the guy and punches him. Right in the nose, sending him on the floor. Out cold.

My jaw hangs open. Since when does Chan know how to box? He takes my hands again and we're out the restaurant. It isn't until we're near his studio when I let go of his hand, which makes him turn around. "I should go home."

"What? Why?"

"So I can crawl in my bed. And sleep."

"Y/N, it's 2 in the afternoon on a Friday."

"So?"

He lets out a sigh. "You're-"

"I'm what, Channie? Pathetic? A big loser? Because I already know that."

"Y/N, that's not what I-"

"I don't need anyone telling me what I already know, especially you."

"Would you for one second listen to me?!"

I flinch at his raised voice. "But it's true. I have the worst taste in men."

"Maybe you haven't found the right guy yet."

"Huh?" I blink. "What do you mean?"

"Have you ever felt that thrill or felt goosebumps with any of the men you've went on a date with?"

"No?"

He takes a step closer and I can almost get a whiff of his perfume. "You ever feel the need to grab him by the neck," his hand rests against the right side of my neck, his long and gentle fingers splayed, "and get the urge to kiss him?"

I shake my head. "Not even when he's this close," he gets a bit closer till I can feel his breath on my nose, "to you?"

I visbly gulp but shake my head. There are tons of goosebumps going through my body. "Not even when he does this?" He dips his head, tilting slightly as he leans in and places a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth. But he lets go way too soon.

More. I need more. Fisting his shirt, I reel him back in. His hands immediately slide around my waist as our mouth play tango. He taste like mint and vanilla. My heart pounds in my chest as he lets out a soft moan, igniting our kiss into a passionate embrace. It was like time stood still, the world fading away around me. I slide my hands around his neck, our lips never leaving each other.

Each brush of his lips sent intoxicating waves through my veins. "Why haven't we done this before?" Chan pants when we finally come up for air.

I let out a breathy laugh. "I don't know. You're the one that kissed me."

"That's because I like you."

"Y-you do?" Am I dreaming?

"Yeah, ever since Lisa introduced us."

"What?" Shocked was an understatement but that's what I was feeling right now. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"You seem to forget I'm shy when it comes to these things."

"Channie, if you would've said something sooner, we wouldn't be in this situation. If you had told me, I wouldn't have gone on those dates."

His shoulders sag, and he groans closing his eyes. "You mean to tell me that all this time I would've had you?"

I giggle, booping his nose with my finger. "Yes."

He then takes my hand and starts walking the opposite direction.

"Wait, your studio is the other way!" I exclaim.

"I know."

"Where are we going?"

"To the only place where I can do something I've always wanted to do with you."

"Which is?"

His grip on my hand tightens, intertwining his fingers with mine. "My place."

A/N: heh. i need to be placed in a cell because i wanted to make this into a much more.... more...well yaknow 🙃

[madammidnightsblog]

Diabolik Lovers Sub Partner HC

Sexual Content. Yeah. Oh and sex positions mentioned.

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

Ayato

Raspy moans

Favorite position is The Lotus

Ayato is a damn brat no matter what you do, no punishment fazes him long enough to keep that pretty mouth shut

Always reminding you that he chooses to submit and he could easily dominate you whenever but folds quick as hell when you grab the back of his head by his hair

Choke him. Just do it.

Praise him, he will love you forever

Loves feeling your lips on his inner thighs

He claims to hate overstimulation but he is always begging for it

Cut him, bite him, do anything to make him feel pain. He gets drunk off knowing his life is in your hands

Always boasting about how he is the one to put you in your place but he is always the one of his knees, eating your pretty cunt out as a way to greet you in the morning

Has a big master/mistress kink

Shu

Deep and husky moans

Loves biting and sucking on your inner thighs since he is almost always laying between them, loving how warm they are and likes feeling caged between them

Favorite position is cowgirl, preferably when he is laying down

Calls you ma'am no matter where you guys are

Likes to sit behind you and gropes your breasts just because. A plus if your nipples are pierced or big

Loves when you ride him in the empty school hallway as a reward for coming to at least one class

Record you dirty talking and you two having sex to listen to everyday

Once got caught by Reji getting a handjob in the lounge and his cries of Mommy and reji refuses to expose that no matter what due to just forget it

Calls you Mommy when deep in subsapce

Wants you to peg him all the time

Pillow princess out of laziness

Will cum his pants if you call him Prince

Laito

Once called you Mommy in front of his brothers ans refused to look them in the eyes in the eyes for a week

Surprisingly, not a complete brat. He prefers obey since you make him so good just by praising his good behavior

Laito is a begger, begging to be taken anyway, anyhow, and anywhere

Has a lewd, loud, and slutty moans

Definitely calls you Mommy

His favorite position is doggy

Thigh riding is a must

Will eat you out under any table, no matter if his brothers and Yui is in the room

Has many dildos and love to use them

Reji

Hates how easy it is to get him needy and desperate

Refuses to admit he is a sub and puts up a fight but in the end submits to you

A major brat, a mouthy one at that

Has threatened to kill you but forgot about it after you gave him a blowjob

A loud moaner once you get him lost in pleasure and his moans are elegant and beautiful

Nipples are his weak points

Bosses you around which you let slide most of the time until you get tired of mouth

Won't admit it, but he loves the Splitting Bamboo position

Almost got caught by you once, he was humping his chair's arm rest at the thought of you smacking him and degrading him

Into roleplaying

Has a finger sucking kink and ??creaming his pants kink??

Yui

Vampire reader

Poor girl mindlessly humps your thigh everyday due to the years of ignoring her desire all thanks to the church

Thanks to raised to be a nun only to be put in a vampire's liar, she is so innocent and thinks you fingering and eating out of her is what friends do and you refused to correct her

Calls you Senpai

Loves any position that allows her to hold your hands

Cries everytime she has an orgasm because sweet girl can't handle such a overwhelming feeling

Has cute and whiny moans

Due to you being a vampire, she grew to having a blood amd biting kink

Loves to eat you out when you're stressed

Kou

Had back stage sex and got caught by a hair dresser

Wears any pretty dress and/or skirt just for you to push the material and tease him

Calls you Mistress

Favorite position is Queening in Bondage

Liked to wear vibrators and plugs in piblic

Like a bitch in heat, he needs to fuck 24/7

Has a choking kink

His dirty fantasy is to have a candle dripped onto him while you drag a knife across his skin

Wants to have car sex

Once Kou was being punished by using vibrating panties an during interview

Pet play is one of you two's favorite

Subaru

Is very shy and embarrassed doing anything sexual no matter how long you two have been together

You two have sex in his coffin a lot

He wants to try handcuffs and bondage but is worried his vampire strength would ruin the mood

Likes any position that you can fuck him from the back

Once used a gag on him and now he wants to use it all the time

Calls you Mommy or Baby

Hushed and pretty moans

Knife kink

Blushes when you swallow his cum

Pretends to hate it being called Puppy

Loved outdoor sex, especially in the rose garden

Ruki

Refuses to have sex in the library after accidently ruining a book with cum

Grew to love being submissive after a year of doing it

Calls you Eve, nothing else

Mute moans

Likes angry sex and shower sex

Missionary position is his favorite, loves seeing you under or above him

Very vanilla but never boring

Does like roleplaying as teacher and student

Hates having sex in open and public settings

Has a spit and marking kink

Always covered in hickeys

Will bite you in obvious spots in a territorial way

Kanato

Food play all the way

Blood kink

Sweet and feminine moans

Loves Widely Open, Fitness Friends, and X Marks the Spot sex positions

Once he humped your pillow when you were sleeping on the bed next to him only for you to wake up and force him to keep going until he couldn't cum anymore

For your safety, you two only fuck on his terms or he gets violent due to him not being in the mood

Mirror sex with Teddy watching

Had sex in the Wax Doll room once but can't force yourself since the 'dolls' creeped you out

Temperature play is his favorite

Yuma

Food play too

Deep growl-like moans

Sex is only for bedroom and garden

Outdoor sex is a must

69, Spooning, Froggy-style, Against the Wall, and Cowgirl positions

Calls you by your name or Baby only

Voyeur kink

Really wants to do shower sex but afraid you'll fall

Likes the scratches he leaves on your back from the hard pounding you done

Likes it when your bite up his neck but gets sad the marks don't last long thanks to quick healing

You gave him a handjob under the dinner table once to test the limits which almost gave you two away

Azusa

Knife, blood, and smacking kink

Very rough and wild sex, he loves it when you bully him because it makes him feel loved

Sex anywhere, the poor baby needs to feel yoo on him

Calls you Mommy in bed and Eve outside of the bedroom

Soft and adorable moans

Cries a lot

Any position is fine, just make sure in the end he can see you and cling to you because he gets overwhelmed easily

Degrade and praise kink

A sweet angel and needs constant reassurance

The best at eating you out

Loves sucking on your nipples

Really into kissing, the sloppier, the better

Hates blindfolds, he has to see his Mommy at all times

[turtlepoweredstories]

(Prompts: Hucow, Mean Farmer, Bulls)

The smell of the well-worn timber holding you in place was comforting and familiar. You wouldn't say it was your pen but you'd definitely been in here before. You looked out happily at the row of hucows facing you and at the row that stretched out on either side of you. They were all your pens if you thought about it. Your sore tits swung and bulged underneath you as you waited to be hooked up to the milker. You heard a happy, familiar voice and your tail started to switch back and forth as the farmer's son came to a stop in front of you. “There she is. There's my good girl…” Your big ears fluttered as he leaned in to give you some excellent scritches with one hand. With the other he reached down and palmed one of your heavy tits causing you to let out a long moo-an at his touch. “Oh wow. You've got a nice big batch for us today don't you girl…” you snuffle at his arm and try to push him back to suckle on his fingers. He runs a thumb firmly back and forth along your tiny horns, letting the vibrations soothe you just like he knows you like. You happily accept his ministrations until he moves his hand down further near your face and you move your mouth around, catching one of his digits between your lips and happily sucking on it as he grins at you. 

“Haven't you hooked her up yet?” The grizzled old farmer shoulders his son gently out of the way and deftly attaches the milking machines to your swollen tits, causing you to moo-an with delight. “I know she's your favorite but you gotta focus on the job in front of you boy. Now are you fucking her or am I?” The son looks sheepish as your sucking increases as the rhythmic purr of the milking machine works its magic and you start to go cross eyed at the pleasurable gushing. “Well… you know how she loves the bulls… thought maybe we could put a bull with her today…”

The farmer's expression darkened, as he rounded on his son. “Boy, you know damned well I can't allow one of our best milkers to get knocked up and stop producing just because you've got a soft spot for this one. Now if you wont fuck her to help the milk quality for the day then you just step aside and let me do it till your finally ready to step up and do the job properly.” And with a huff he popped the buttons on the front of his overalls and stepped around behind you. He ran a hand appreciatively over your hindquarters and wasted no time at all in mounting you. You let out a happy moo-an as he pushed himself into you, knowing well how good and tasty your milk would be flowing now you were being fucked. The farmer moved like a well oiled machine as he held your tail, pounded into you with his cock and smacked your cute rump. The son continued to ruffle your hair as you looked up happily at him and as your eyes widened and you felt yourself squirt all over his dad he leaned in and gave you a nice, deep kiss. The farmer didn't waste any time and pretty soon he had a tight grip on your tail and hind quarters as he let out a groan of satisfaction and you felt his cum pumping deep into your pussy. 

He did his overalls up and gave you a playful swat on the rump as you wiggled your ass at him, hoping to entice him into mounting you once more. His son broke the kiss, leaned back and sighed. “Sorry girl… maybe tomorrow.” But you could see the doubt in his eyes, you were just too good of a milker. The farmer pointed an accusing finger at him as he wiped the sweat from his brow, “I want them all hooked up double-time and don’t even think of stopping for some fun till every last one of those milky tits are hooked up and being pumped.” He patted you absentmindedly on the rump once more and then headed off. 

The farmer's son sighed again, scritched that spot just behind your ears that you like and moved on to the next stall where his hands deftly and lovingly attached the next set of milking machines to leaking nipples. This was met with moo-ans of delight for the girl in the next stall and he ruffled their hair and stroked their cheek before moving on down the line. Such beautiful hands. You watched the rhythmic sucking of the machine as her eyes crossed and she leaned against the wooden beams of her stall as her legs shook a little. You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the sensation of being milked as well. The relief on your swollen tits, the sensation on your nipples and even the feeling of the cum dripping down your legs rolling together to gently coax another couple of orgasms out of you as you leaned against the solid wood and moo-and happily.

You're so lost in the feeling you don't even know how long it is before there's footsteps and you open your eyes to a familiar, happy face and feel your tail start to switch back and forth. “Hey girl, got a surprise for you…” He leaned forward and pulled a lever and you felt the stall door open behind you. The musky smell of a bull hits your nose and you start to wiggle excitedly as you feel the huge, heavily muscled presence step forward and snuffle at you. The farmer's son grins down at your delighted wiggling and reaches across to massage and grope the tits of the ecstatic hucow in the next stall. “Well let these other girls pick up the milking slack for a while… you've been such a good girl and I think you definitely deserve a treat…” You shiver as the heavyset bull leans down and sniffs at your cummy, sensitive pussy before a rough tongue laps at you. You lean in and press your head affectionately against the young man's stomach as you feel the huge tongue grinding away at your sensitive pussy. Tasting you… Checking your readiness to be bred… You can feel your pussy leaking down the side of your leg so you think you're probably ready and the giant presence behind you huffs in agreement. 

You nuzzle happily against the young man, smelling his arousal as he watches the huge bull roughly manhandling you as you feel his thick cock pressing against your soft opening. He slowly pushes himself into you and your eyes widen as his cock stretches you out. The bull snorts and presses himself in relentlessly until his heavy, pendulous balls are pressed against the back of your thighs. You imagine the amount of cum stored up in those huge balls and let out a long, low moo-an of lust and feel the farmer's son’s cock harden through his overalls next to your face. You nuzzle more forcefully at the young man and gaze up at him adoringly as the bull starts to withdraw and thrust himself into you over and over. The rhythmic nature of his pounding in tandem to the suction of the milking machine still sucking at your giant tits. “That's my good girl… such a good girl…” Your body starts to shake as you cum all over the bulls thick cock, the smell of it spurring him on to thrust faster and harder. The farmers son starts stroking himself through his overalls as he watches you start cumming. The sight and smell of him so close makes your next orgasm follow close behind it and you moo-an at him almost pathetically as the bull slams himself into you over and over. 

The young man finally undoes his overalls and slides them down allowing his cock to bounce free. You let out a squeal of delight as he takes your hair and holds your head still as he slowly pushes his cock into your waiting mouth. The bull lets out a deep, guttural bellow as he slams into you one last time and you feel a torrent of cum flooding into you. He holds himself so tightly against you you can feel his huge balls twitching as he pumps his seed as deeply into you as he can, gunting in satisfaction. The farmers son has held of on his thrusting to watch this deeply erotic scene and allows you a moment to catch your breath as you mo-an around the cock in your mouth. The bull steps back from you, his thick, messy cock slipping out of you with a gush of cum. “Is that better my good girl?” He scritches you behind the ears as you gaze up at him with your eyes full of love, and happily begin to suckle on the cock of the sweet young man in front of you.

[evita-shelby]

🕯️🕯️🕯️(I feel like I already have a pretty good idea based on Look Both Ways and Venor but I'm greedy and want more lol)

imma probably send something in return

So Eva at first doesn't really seem to care that much about Lucy, like they are okayish friends but because Lucy is almost always with Tommy they wouldn't have interacted much if at all since Eva doesn’t officially meet Tommy until like maybe after John's wedding(i figure it happened late summer) when Grace tampers with a shipment of booze Eva’s family had in a Birmingham warehouse headed for the US(this was after eye fucking each other whenever Eva passed Tommy's window for most of 1919).

they have such an interesting dynamic because while Eva can be friends with just about anyone, the fact that both are paired with the same man immediately puts them at odds with each other because Eva is incredibly possessive of her partners especially Tommy.

And then Eva and Lucy we know have rather different personalities, and probably butt heads over things but get along well as long as there is some distance between them(because both women still have their issues and eventually Eva would revert to her mean girl phase over a disagreement). We've talked about how Eva having issues with how devoted Lucy is to Tommy and how it would interfere with Eva advising Tommy away from his worst decisions or Eva taking matters in her own hands and going behind Tommy's back to save their asses, Lucy’s self-esteem issues and propensity for violence would irritate Eva sometimes because Eva (despite being subjected to colorism and racism in mexico, especially upperclass mexico) uses her beauty and confidence as a sword and shield as she rebuilds her life exiled from her country. plus Eva prefers to use her wits ans win with the least blood possible(even if she has killed people when Charlie was in danger) as she has always hated the killing part of spying

Maybe without the element of Tommy they'd be friends amd have no issues, but in Venor! it takes Eva a while to stop seeing Lucy as the obstacle to her happiness with Tommy and try to be friends again(as she first befriended her assuming Tommy would break up with Lucy before Eva became fed up with the two of them). Venor!Eva tries so hard to not give into her darker self especially after Tommy accuses her of Lucy’s murder.

But i do get the feeling Eva would never let them forget they kinda owe Eva Lucy’s life and will not move a finger when Charlie learns why his parents marriage failed(cuz she still wants Tommy to suffer for both not choosing her in the first place and also accusing her of murder despite claiming to trust and know Eva) plus i think Eva's miffed about Lucy still getting back together with Tommy but because she thinks Lucy deserves a husband who won't accuse his pregnant wife of murdering his lover.

in other aus, i don't think they go beyond very loose aquintances but in Venor, they wouldn’t be extremely close (she trusts Lucy to keep Charlie alive and well during the times Tommy gets to have him, but probably not much beyond that) Eva is very Tommy and the Shelbys are your problem now, please only speak to me if its a matter about Charlie's safety, if you want to consult me come to my house as i vowed to never set foot in Birmingham until the day Tommy's will is read(because she will absolutely fight tooth and nail for Charlie to inherit everything as they agreed on their divorce)

[etheries1015]

Asking him about pegging

!! NSFW !!

Featuring: Diluc, Kazuha, Itto

Warning: Strap on mentioned. Pronouns not used.

Diluc

maybe once, if you beg him enough.

- Doesn't know how to react when the topic is brought up. He simply freezes, his pen hovering over the sheet of paper work he was working on

- "you want to do...what exactly? To me?"

- "absolutely not."

- after a couple weeks of contemplation...he did indeed put some thought into it. If you're into such things, perhaps it cant be all that bad? Then again, you often did what he desired, perhaps it was time for a change.

- oh boy did your face light up with pure joy when he shyly, with a pure red face, said you may do as you please.

- "just...once. Ill allow it this one time. "

- He has to have his face in the pillow, holding it tightly with his ass up in the air to hide how red his face was. It was difficult allowing himself to be dominated, to be so vulnerable...

- "Did you prepare yourself??" You exclaimed excitingly, to which he groaned in embarassment telling you "shut up and keep going" (He did indeed prepare himself in the shower previously, just to make sure he wouldn't be completely oblivious to the feeling.)

-Low grunts. They are quiet and from the deep of his throat, and oftrn muffled by the pillow. No matter how many times you tell him to stop holding his moans back, thats probably the one thing you would not get him to break on.

- he prefers it slow and steady rather than fast and rough. Treat him lovingly and with care, much as he does to you when the roles are reversed

- claimed it was a one time thing, but it happens every once in a while. It took him a long time to bring it up first, though. The first time he asked, his face was bright red ans he was stuttering all over his words.

- Baby <3

Kazuha

- Agreed almost immediately

- You brought it up almost as a joke, until he casually said, "If that is what your heart desires, who am I to say no?" With a gentle smile

- YOU'RE the one with a red face. Hes so casual and calm about it you werent sure you would even have the confidence to match his own.

- Prepares himself almost skillfully, In front of you, even. His slender fingers stretched hinself nicely, legs open for you to clearly watch

- This man is alot more confident and self assured than you may think! You were half expecting him to shy away from the idea, yet here you were, excitingly watching him prepare himself.

- when you asked if he has done it before, he simply gave you a smile before pushing you onto your back to the bed. He adjusted himself above your strap on, guiding himself with his hands.

- Higher pitched moans. Not too loud, yet not low and grumbly. His moans are very sweet and in a soft spoken tone.

- You thought he was being cocky by putting himself on top, yet you were determined to finally dominate over Kazuha. You motioned him to stop, to which he tilted his head in confusion. He removed himself and began to move away.

- "Would you like to stop he-" you interrupted him by swiftly taking his hands and pinning them over his head with his back flopping to the bed. Kazuha lost his composure and gasped slightly, cheeks flushed red.

- "My turn," you growled.

-This now becomes almost a regular practice. You probably end up inside of him more than he is inside of you. You cant help it! The faces he makes while being fucked silly is just too pretty to pass up 💜

- Kazuha prefers a fast pace, not rough,but fast. It excites him! <3

Itto

- actually really excited at the idea???

- Puppy eyes. YOU want to make love to HIM? He sees this as another form of affection. When hes inside of you, he enjoys giving you all the pleasure possible to show his love and loyalty to you. Now you wish to reciprocate? Hes estatic!

- Though he agreed, he was kinda clueless on the whole thing. You have to guide him the entire time, baby him, even.

- He probably enjoys the prepping process more than the actual act. Foreplay is one of his favorite sexual activities! Its the build up before the climax, and he enjoys to savor very second with you.

- He enjoys laying down on his side, propping his leg up with his strong arm while you fuck him from behind

- Low grunts with the occasional outburst of moans that are just above a whisper. It takes a little bit more skill and movement to make this one verbal

- Happens on occasion, he prefers to be on top but will actually be the one to ask being on bottom every now and again.

A/N: Feel free to request anyone else you would like to peg 💜 also, I have no idea to create the "Under the cut" thing from my phone. I can on my cpu but not mobile... Is it always like that?

Also...should I make a full version of Dilucs...? I'm kinda enjoying how his went :p

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Warnings: voyeurism-masturbation-humping-degradation. NSFW links.

You're pretty open with your best friend, never really keeping any secrets from each other. Still, the topic of how you get yourself off was not something you broached before until today.

"So you um... always finger yourself when you masturbate?" Beomgyu asks then immediately takes a swig from his drink.

"Yeah." You shrug, following his lead and taking a sip from your own drink, the liquid making you gag as it goes down your throat.

"How many fingers do you use?" He squirms, not really looking at you and you smirk. "Usually two. Sometimes three."

"Oh."

You notice the way his hands were covering his crotch, ans you cock your head to the side.

"What's wrong, gyu? Did all this talk of masturbation make you wanna touch yourself?" You tease, noting the way his hands twitch over his lap with glee. "Or would you rather take your pants off and hump the bed like you usually do?"

He winces at that, regretting having told you his secret. You reach out and take the drink from his hand.

"Come on, pup. I can see how hard you are. I know you want to."

He looks at you helplessly. "But I'd ruin your bed."

"I want you to ruin it."

He shudders, your words spurring him into action. He pulls his pants down to his mid-thigh, just enough to let his dick out before he lays down on his tummy on the bed.

"Come on, puppy. Show me what a dirty boy you are."

He whines, his hips lifting up as he starts rutting against the bed.

It doesn't take him long to get lost in the feeling. Poor baby was so horny from all the sex talk that he gets close embarrassingly fast.

Reaching up to pull his shirt up, he flicks his finger over his nipple and looks up at you in plea, mouth hanging open and drool leaking into the sheets. "C-can I cum?"

"Already? What a dumb good for nothing pup." You act disappointed but really you were vibrating with excitement, barely holding back from touching yourself too. "Fine. Go ahead."

His moans are strangled as he cums, and he so gracuously lifts his hips up so you could see the cum spurting from his twitching cock and onto your sheets.

When nothing more comes out, his hips fall to the bed. But he's not done, his hips continuing to grind against the mess he just made and whines never ceasing to fall from his lips.

"Please." He moans, eyes glazed over in lust and a pool of drool collecting under his cheek.

"You just came and you wanna go again? You really are hopeless. Just a little talk about sex and you’re desperate enough to hump the bed in front of your own best friend if it means you get to get your stupid cock off. How do you even manage to function in life without letting on how much of a whore you are?"

"Am not a whore... He mumbles, driving his hips into the mattress particularly hard.

Laughing loudly, you reach out to brush your finger tips along his spine, making his pace falter.

"Wanna---hah, wanna touch me?" His slurred voice is muffled against the mattress as his hips pick up speed.

"Isn't it enough that I'm watching you defile yourself in front of me? You want me to soil myself too with your dirty body?" You scoff and he whines, rubbing at his nipple as he fucks the ruined sheets.

He cums as much the second time, hips shaking harshly and threatening to give out as he lifts them up for you to see, the remnants of his previous orgasm sticking to his thighs as adds even more to them.

[azalea-mcyt]

IM REQUESTING AGAIN LMFAO HI OKAY SO HEAR ME OUT I FUCKING SAW A DTEAM HAND THREAD AND SAPNAP WAS THE FIRST KNE AND I JUST @*#*@**!!??!?!?#?!?!

https://twitter.com/muchlovedwt/status/1438088564105940995?s=19

LIKEE BRO TJATS FUVKING HOT NGL

SO YK SAPNAP BE8NG COCKY AND SHIT ANS BEING PROUD OF H8MSELF ( AS HE SHOULD ) AND READER IS JUST SCROLLING THROUGH TWITTER ( SAPNAP AND READER ARE PARTNERS ) AND THEY CAME ACROSS THAT THREAD THE DTEAM HAND THREAD AND OPENED IT SUDDENLY SAPNAP WAS BEHIND THEM READER NOT KNOWING SCROLLEE THROUGJ THE THREAS ONLY LIKING SAPNAPS AND SAPNAP JUST GRABBED READERS CHIN AND SAYS SOMETHING HOT LIKE UHMMM IDK JUST SOMETIHING ABT READER LIKING THWIR HAND LMAP

And he says if reader pleasures him good ( any kind of pleasure ) he will reward them with fingering them very good and reader does good and so sapnap rewards them with overstimulation degradtion + uh the goodgirl THINGY UH FUCK I FORGOT WHAT ITS CALLED LMAO UHM I FORGOT WHAT THE KINK IS CALLED LMFAO COMOLIMENT KINK??? I HAVE BAD MEMORY😭😭 BUT THAT ONE WHATEVER IT IS

Afab any prns

- 👾 anon

ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕪

Pairing: CC!Sapnap x fem!reader

Kinks involved: oral receiving (both male and female), little but of hair pulling, spit/swallow, praise, degradation, overstimulation

Pronouns: afab, she/her

Scrolling through Twitter, a picture came up on your feed. A picture of your boyfriend's hands.

Sapnap's hands were always pretty to you. Perfectly framed, with veins running beautifully through them. The things you would let those hands do, you thought.

So, of course, you liked the pictures. Every single one.

A sudden grab on your chin startled you, as it pulled your head to the side. Sapnap was looking straight at you, his amazing hands still on your chin.

"You like my hands then?" Staring into his eyes, he continued to speak. "If you can get me to cum, I'll put these hands to good use."

That feeling in your stomach grew. This man was too good to be true; you felt like a mere mortal bowing to a God.

Getting up from the sofa, you kneeled on the floor, allowing your partner to sit back and relax. A sigh escaped his lips as you pulled down his underwear.

You shuffled further towards him and kitten-licked the tip. Sapnap's moans were a little louder this time. God, was that a beautiful sound to hear.

Next, you wrapped your lips around the tip, slowly making your way down, then slowly pulling back up. His head was leaned back as he indulged in the feeling of you around him.

One of his free hands weaved its way through your hair, slightly tugging as if to guide you. And you gladly obliged, hearing his moans get louder.

It wasn't long after that until Sapnap reached his high. He spilled into your mouth, watching you swallow.

"You're so good to me," He told you, guiding you over to the sofa. "Now it's my turn."

He pulled down your leggings, running a finger up your clothed pussy. Shuddering at the feeling, Sapnap then took your underwear off, exposing you to him.

One lick up was enough to drive you crazy. Yet he still dived in. Every so often, he would tell you how good you tasted, and how much he loved you. All you could do was whimper and moan in response.

"You think you can take more?" Sapnap suddenly asked you. He spoke again moments later. "Too bad, you're taking it anyway."

One of his fingers were pushed inside of you, thrusting in and out at varying paces- all of which were enough to get you tightening around him.

He knew you were close, and he took complete advantage of that. Another of his fingers slid into you, and he thrusted them inside you quicker than before.

"Come on slut, I haven't got all day."

That was enough to send you over the edge. You moan embarrassingly loud, with Sapnap even having to cover your mouth.

But he didn't stop. He kept going past your orgasm. Your legs started to shake as your bofy couldn't handle anymore.

"Sap, stop." He immediately took his fingers out, sucking the slick off them.

He was a gentleman while he clean you up, making sure that you were alright, and that he didn't hurt you in any way.

"How do you like my hands now?" Sapnap asked, a sparkle in his eye.

👾anon your mind is just *chefs kiss*

xoxo,

azalea

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Superman's Dishcloth

A small cute headcannon thats been sitting on my tablet?

Summary: some people use pick up lines to get a womans number, henry uses a crochet lesson.

Warnings: Fluff?

Your fingers twisted the yarn around the hook automatically looping and pulling untill you made another double crochet stitch that the pattern required.

To be honest you wasnt paying that much attention as you worked your project, which was stupid really because you were making a new pattern, a bobble popcorn style head band.

You couldnt concentrate for two reasons

One. You were on a goddamned plane soaring across the Atlantic ocean. And if things went tits up you cant swim.

And two? You were seated next to none oher then mr henry cavill himself.

Not that you made a thing about it or even dared to look at him.

He he was watching you, eyes frowning as your fingers twisted the yarn into an intricate looking yet fairly simple pattern.

Youhad to stifle a laugh as his fingers twitched tryig to follow the moves and figure out what you were doing.

You growled missing count again. One, two, three three, skip three. A crochet, half double crochet, two double crochet in one stitch then skip three stitches and repeat untill the end.

Normally youd have no problems but your audience was putting you off.

You dropped the project in your lap as you miscounted again and realised you had to undo the last twelve stitches otherwise you'd be a set out on the end.

You closed your eyes grunting before slipping the hook out and began to tug the working yarn slowly before pinching it and slipping the hook into the loop catching it before it all unraveled.

"Why'd you undo it?" You jumped a little as the huge man beside you spoke up after watching you quietly since take off.

"Huh?... oh i misscounted i skipped four instead of three so it'd be out of line on the end and curl round..."

"How'd you know?" He frowned now leaning over even more curious then before.

You chewed your lip trying not to freak out as he peered over your little project.

"Err well i just counted the stiches i had left on the row, see i was up to here and there was five left not six, so i pulled it taught to spot the odd one out" you explained pulling more yarn through so you could point out the stitches to him with the hook.

"It looks complicated, you twist it so many times?" He said as your fingers began moving once more creating the repetitive pattern.

"Yeah... its not too difficult, Im doing a few different stitches is all, once you know a single crochet stitch and a chain stitch your good to go" You muttered with a smile.

"I doubt its that simple" he replied trying to keep up with watching your fingers guiding the hook jthought the piece making the fabric grow.

"It really is, here you see the little v on top?" You said slowing deciding to show him just how simple it was.

"Yeah?" He hummed quietly watching keenly.

"Thats the row before, so you slip your hook under both strands like this and loop your yarn over then pull through under that v so you have one loop on your hook" you said moving slowly and loosened the stitch with a light wiggle so he could see properly.

"Then loop the yarn over again so you have two loops, and pull the second one through the first... and thats a single crochet stitch" You explained showing him slowly.

"So you make lots of tiny loops and pull them through one another and it some how becomes fabric?" He asked fascinated by it, watching as you began to work on the next stitch.

"Yeah pretty much"

"But that one you pulled the wool over before you did anything at all?" You paused impressed he had noticed the slight difference... he had been watchkn that closely?

"So that was a half double, when you do a half double or double you yarn over first, then you just keep yarning over and pulling through until your left with one loop on the hook" you tried explaining as simply as you could.

"... it still sounds hard" he uttered still focusing on your hands that had been creating stitches.

"Honestly its not, i taught myself in about an hour and a half? Here try it? I've got extra yarn in my carry on if you want to give it a go?" You offered and instantly flushed you did not just offer to teach superman how to crochet like a fucking granny!

Before you could take it back and apologise he beamed.

"Really? That would be fun, i've never tried anything like this before" he said eagerly.

"Err yeah sure lemme just get you started, i'll give you a 5 hook... here" you said surprized digging about pulling the small ergonomic crochet hook out and some mustard yellow yarn.

"So you start with a slipknot... and then a few chain stitches" you began guiding him through it slowly teaching him the steps.

"So do you always crochet on long flights?" He asked pokeing his tongue out as he tried concentrating on the stitches he was doing.

"Yeah, im not good with confined spaces... especially confide spaces that are a good few miles in the air over the open ocean" you chuckled nervously chaining a stitch then turning begining your next row.

"Honestly im not either, usually i have kal- my dog but... not this time... this is good though, its helping take my mind off it thank you" he said sincerly.

"Dont mention it"

"Oh... i think ive done it wrong?" He said andnheld it out to you, you prodded it and to be honest you were impressed, it was neat, not a dropped stitch in sight... just a few loose stitches here and there, but he was finding a good tension.

"No, thats not wrong... just your tension thats all it comes with practice" you said handing it back to him.

"Tension?" He said making you pause. Oh yeah, he wouldnt knpw what that is yet.

"Yeah, how tight you hold the yarn and hook determies how tight your stitches are... mines pretty bad, i have to always use a size bigger hook" you expalined simply

"Really?"

"Yep, i do it too tight- even snapped a metal hook in my hand before" you chuckled remebering the way the hook had just... snapped mid project.

"Wow that sounds painfull?" He huffed eeingnyour hand curiously as if expecting you to snap a hook then and there.

"Yeah, i will admit i was frustrated with the project so it probably didnt help" you chuckled sheepishly.

"Frustrated? Was it complicated like that one?" He asked nodding to your growing head band.

"No, i kept loosing count on a pattern of 78 stitches" you said trying to wave it off but in actual fact that project had been murder.

"So what are you making?" He finally asked eyeingnyour work that had grown wider.

"A little headband, and hopefully i will widen it at the ears to keep em warm" you giggled wrapping it around pinchingnthe ends together proudly presenting it to him.

He grinned and looked down at his little square fiddling with it.

"And im making a... mess?" He laughed holding up the uneven square cheeks tinted pink when you giggled again.

"... Dishcloth?" You offered prodding it gently.

"Perfect, im making a dishcloth!" He bellowed nodding proud of his new diy dish cloth.

"I'm henry by the way. But from the way you were shaking in your seat im guessing you knew?" He finally introduced himself holding out a hand.

You smiled shyly and took it shakingnhands trying not to fawn over how huge hot and soft the palm was.

"Yeah... sorry i was nervous and you probably dont want to be bugged. Im y/n" you tried explaining nervously but he chuckled.

"I wouldnt mind being bugged by such a cutie~" he uttered quietly smirking at you tipping his head down a little too make sure you heard him despite his voice being quiet.

"Oh stop it" you flushed quickly looking down at your headband noticing your stitches werent as even as they could have been, but it couldnt be helped you had handsome distraction.

A very distracting handsome distraction.

"Its true. Besides i think it was me bugging you... and i have managed to plunder through your wool" he grinned sheepishly holding up his little dishcloth.

"Its fine, it not expensive, this is left over yarn from other projects" you waved him off. It was true ou had lots of odd ends and half skeins of woll from other projects.

"Well still i appreciate it, i hate flying" he said sincerly.

"Well now you have something to practice. Youll leave the plane with a new skill to stick on your cv" you added with a grin nudging him playfully.

"Indeed... And perhaps i can leave the p,ane with err...maybe your number to? You know to replace the wool and erm swap err instructions?" He said nervously jumbling his words.

You paused and looked at him shocked blinking. Did he just?

You blinked again watching as his face grew red and he chuckled nerously plucking at the woll on his dishcloth.

"Well i suppose every student needs to be able to contact theor teacher~ and these instructions are called patterns" you smiled to him nodding slowly.

"Right right i knew that of course they're patterns" he chuckled grinning ear to ear relived you hadnt turned him down.

"Well we have a good few hours, perhaps a few more lessons for my little student?" You teased picking up the pattern to show him some of the abbreviations. Mostly to try and concentrate on somthing other then the fact superman had just asked for your number... and was taking crochet lessons.

"Of course" he said excited eyes glittering with glee whilst looking at the small page.

[chunhua-s]

mix id like to announce that you’re responsible for each of my two braincells, lil kags and lil hina running around in my head screaming “ushijima!! //bam bam// ushijima!!” :,D

you’re drinking up each and every delicious moan that comes from his lips, letting each trembling gasp of your name that echoes inside your empty bedroom swirl the pools of arousal that settle inside your stomach and leak from your weeping sex as you wrap your lips around his hard cock. you let your heart flutter at the sight of his flushed face, the red that covers his brown cheeks and the tears that line his green eyes have an effect on your heart and your body that you can’t begin to describe, it’s a flame that consumes every ounce of your being and leaves you nothing but the sight of your lover, your prince, your emperor, the man whose affections sang to you the wonders of a world unseen by those around you, a world where only the two of you exist in your passion, love and lust. his hips are thrusting ever so slightly beneath your palms, moist from your spit and his sweat, and he shrudders and cries out your name when you slowly push your head further down, hollowing your cheeks until the soft insides of your mouth are sucking him to push against your throat.

“p-please,” he gasps. his head is thrown back so that you can see each bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows the air you won’t let him have. his large hands are wrapped around the back of your neck, brushing the little curls that settle by the base and pushing his fingers past the threshold of coiling hair to dig into and gently urge you further along his aching length. “‘s too much, baby...” he’s babbling, the words are blurring together and falling from a waterfall of yearning that lights you up and draws a moan from your full mouth. “i can’t take it... please, (y/n) i can’t take this, it’s too much, too much...!” his grip in your hair tightens when you coax a particularly loud cry from his pretty, drool-covered lips, he throws his head back against the sofa as you gag around him, dropping a mix of your spit and his precum from tightening your throat around him when you try and swallow. he can’t hold himself back from thrusting up into you, both his hands holding your head in place by your hair as he’s rutting into your mouth, losing himself on the haze of pleasure and wanton desire. he’s chasing himself, searching for the end of this tunnel that you’ve pulled him into and god help him, he’s so close, so close, so close— “‘m gonna cum...” it falls from him on a desperate gasp as his eyes squeeze shut, “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum—” and you, his darling, the one who holds his heart with all the tenderness and affection in the world, you live to serve your lover. and so, just as he’s crying out your name on reckless abandon, you lift your mouth from around him and settle your hips over him, using your hands to guide his length and press the tip so that it pushes into you ever so slightly and— “ah..!! fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!!” he’s so loud for you, crying out all the praises that his fucked out mind can give to you as he grabs your hips and pushes you down on his cock. you’re so caught off guard that you unconsciously clench tighter on him, milking every single drop of cum that’s painting your insides as he holds you in place, your hips attached so closely that he can’t tell where you end and where he begins. when he opens his eyes, he’s met with the sight of your hazy smile and eyes that watch him so intently, softened by affection and set aflame with the embers of passion. it’s all too much for him and it sends him further, tumbling down off the edge, his world is spinning and he can’t make sense of anything other than having you here with him. your name is the only thing he can utter out in his state of lust, mixed in with babbles of “I love you, baby i love you so much—” and you drink up each and every one of his pretty little moans. everything that he gives to you, you devour with a fervor and reverence as you hold his cheeks in your hands, you begin to move on his aching cock, slow and long circles that steal his breaths and causes him to cry out into your open mouth. and ushijima, lost on the throws of pleasure, he grips into your skin ans slowly drills himself into you, drags himself across your walls and gives himself up to you.

[kiyoomichan]

HEY HEY HEY IM LIKE RLY CHUBBY/FAT AND RLY INSECURE SO CAN I REQ SAKUSA WITH CHUBBY READER NSFW ANS SFW

hope you guys don’t mind that i combined these n that i only did sakusa+nsfw🥺

i’ll definitely be doing more sakusa w/ chubby!reader in the future!!!

SAKUSA + CHUBBY!READER + SKYPE SEX

your beloved kiyoomi had an away training camp. 16 hours away, in fact, all the way in sapporo. much too far for your little heart to handle, and even harder for your pussy to handle. you weren’t able to come with him due to work, and each day without him became more hellish by the minute.

you’d been able to call a few times, but not for very long—kiyoomi was a busy guy, and between practice games, eating, bathing, sleeping, and his bouts of spring cleaning left him little to no time to talk. however, one night, a few days before he was set to return home, he called to tell you he’d had a few hours to spare due to practice ending early.

any other time, you would’ve welcomed his voice with open arms—only currently, you were....busy.

not wanting to miss out on the rare chance you had to talk, you tried to get yourself off as quickly and quietly as possible—even turning the vibrator down a few notches. “small sacrifices,” you thought.

you should’ve known, though—because kiyoomi can always tell when you’re about to cum—your voice gets high pitched an whiny, letting out shaky breaths as you try to steady your hand so as not to alert him. —that he would find out what you were up to eventually.

“are you—are you getting off?” he asks, voice teetering on faux-disgust and amusement.

“wh-what?” you whisper shakily, trying to feign innocence. “no way��i’d-i’d never do that on the phone.”

“you’re not a very good liar, you know,” he tsks. “if you were that desperate, you could’ve just told me. it’s not like i haven’t been either.”

you flush at his boldness, finger flicking the dial of your vibe higher, causing you to let out the loud moans you’ve been holding back the entire time you’ve been talking to him.

“what a nasty girl,” he says. “playing with her pussy while i talk about training. what if i had been in public? you’d probably keep going, wouldnt you? ‘cause you’re just that much of a whore.”

“n—no, i’m sorry, kiyo, i just—miss you, is all. miss your cock so bad, fuck—need you to come home and fill me—“

“yeah? that vibrator i bought you isn’t enough, is it, love? sluts like you need the real thing— you’ve just got a greedy pussy, is all. it’s okay.”

“please, kiyoomi. i need you so bad—please help me, i cant do it by myself, need to see you. ‘m so wet but i can’t cum—please, please help me—“

“fuck, baby. get on skype, ok? i’ll help you—just give me a minute.”

there’s rustling through the speaker before the line disconnects, and you take it as your cue to grab your laptop and logon to skype.

the telltale ringing of an incoming call has you gushing in anticipation as you click accept, only to be face to face with your lover, who’s clad in nothing but a pair of black briefs.

“hi, kiyo,” you say, still moving the vibe across your clit.

“let me see,” he demands, wasting no time getting straight to the point. “let me see that cute pussy of yours, your tummy too.”

you blush and remove your shirt, scooting the laptop back to show off your plump body to the camera.

you spread your thick thighs, and run the vibrator through your slick folds.

“fuck, look at you. you’re so perfect,” he says, shifting so you can get a better view of where he’s rock hard in those tight briefs.

“you look so pretty, so gorgeous, fuck,” he groans, clearly eyeing up your squishy tummy and thighs as they bounce from the movements of your hand against your drippy cunt.

you giggle and blush, looking at him through thick lashes. “and you called me a whore—you’re not much better, huh?”

“shut up,” he scoffs. “you’ve got no idea what you do to me—i wanna kiss you all over, watch you ride me ‘nd put bruises on those cute hips of yours.” his voice is breathless, and you see his hand creep down to grab himself and rub at his length.

“please, kiyo, i want that so bad—“ you whine, slowly pushing the vibe inside your sloppy hole. “you always know how to make me cum, i can’t do it by myself.”

“i know, baby, fuck,” he moans, hand moving faster on his cock, briefs having been shed a while ago. “you can do it though, yeah? don’t you wanna be a good girl and cum for me?”

“yes, yes, i’ll be good, i promise—“ you moan, thrusting the toy in and out of your cunt, increasing pace. your tits and tummy jiggle at the movements and kiyoomi groans even louder, clearly not caring about his teammates who are only in the next room over, and who will definitely tease him about this come morning.

“c’mon, baby, c’mon—cum for me, show me how much your pussy misses my cock.”

you scream as the plush head of the vibe hits your g-spot over and over, hole dripping on the sheets below—kiyoomi clearly couldn’t care at the moment, because at the same time your vision whites out and you squirt all over the bed—he’s coming too, thick, hot ropes landing on his hard abdomen.

your chest heaves as you both take in the after glow—though kiyoomi is less appreciative of it than you are.

“please come back soon,” you say breathlessly. “you were right—my toys aren’t enough.”

he chuckles and looks at you lovingly.

“i will, love. just a few more days...”

you smile as he starts to clean up.

“—and then i can really ravish you.”

[thatdeaniegirlsworld]

He's Back-Jon Moxley

You and Jon hadn't spoken in a little over a month. Ever since the argument you two had, he went on sabbatical. Wasn't showing up to work. You knew Seth or Roman has to know where he was, but they never told you.

They made an announcement last week that he would be here today, and you couldn't make up your mind on if you want to ignore him, or confront him.

"He's here." Seth tells you as your packing away your gear.

"And?" You question him as he leans up against the door frame.

"A month is a long time, Y/N." Seth says, crossing his arms over his chest. "He wants to speak with you."

"Then he knows where to find me." You tell him while pulling your suitcase off of the table, and making your way to the parking lot.

"Angel." You freeze when you hear the nickname he once had for you. You shut your trunk before turning around to face him.

"Jon." You state, and he takes a step forward to you. "It's late, and I had a long match so I'm heading home."

"I just need five minutes, please." He says, his blue eyes shining.

"You were gone for a month. You can handle one night." You tell him before walking around to your driver seat door. You go to open it when he shuts it, trapping you in between the car and him. "Mox, please."

"Five minutes is all I'm asking for. If you still hate me after that then I'll leave you alone." He says, but you can't look in his eyes. The tears build up in your eyes, and you shake your head. "I have a lot to explain to you."

"I can't do this tonight, Jon. I'll say the wrong thing. I'll scream, cry, probably shove you if you don't leave me alone." You tell him, and he just sighs.

"Fine." He says, and begins to walk away. "By the way, my mother is dead. Thought you'd wanna know."

You've never felt that much guilt. "Jon, wait." You call after him.

"That's why I was gone. I shut everyone out, not just you. Happy now?" He asks, tears in his eyes. "I told you I needed five fucking minutes." He says, shaking his head, and walking away.

You follow him until you catch his wrist. "I'm so sorry." You tell him, and now that you look at him, his eyes full of tears.

"I came back because I need you. I asked Seth and Roman not to say anything. Please dont take it out on them." He begs you, and you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you. "Baby, I don't know what to do without her."

"Come on, let's get you home, yeah?" You ask him, and he nods, following you to your car. The whole drive there was silent.

When you enter the house and into your bedroom, that's when you speak. "I'm so sorry Mox. I'm a horrible person. I can't imagine how you're feeling right now." You tell him as he sat at the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.

"You didn't know. Don't be sorry baby." He whispers, and you walk to your drawers to find something to sleep in. "I shouldn't have left after that argument. I'm sorry."

"Jon, you weren't in the right head space. It's okay." You tell him, peeling off your leggings, and bra to put on one of his shirts to sleep in.

"You still sleep in my shirt?" He asks, surprised.

"Uh, yeah." You say, looking down at your feet. You hear Jon stand up, and walk over to you. He tilts your chin up to look at him. His blue eyes so entrancing. "What?"

"You know I love you, right?" He asks you, and you feel your lip tremble at the words. "I always have, always will."

You shove your face into his chest, and he wraps his arms around you. "I wanted to tell you that night, but everything just went wrong."

"It's okay. I love you, too." You finally admit to him, and he squeezes you tight.

"You know one of the last things my mother told me was to get home, and make sure you knew that." He says with a choked laugh.

"I miss her. She always so kind to me. Complete opposite of you." You joke, and Jon pinches your hip causing you to laugh. "I missed you."

"I know Angel, I missed you, too." He whispers, kissing the top of your head. "I wanted to turn to alcohol so bad, but instead I drove to you."

"I'm proud of you." You tell him, and he squeezes you even tighter.

"Thank you baby." He tells you as you pull away from him. "I'm going to take a quick shower. Then I'll join you in bed, okay?"

"Sounds good." You tell him, and he places a kiss to your forehead before grabbing a pair of boxers, and going into the bathroom.

You lay there in the dark. The only light in the room coming from the TV. You feel the bed dip moments later, and soon enough Jon's arms are wrapped around you. "You're all I've got now." He whispers to you, ans you turn around in his arms.

"So, we're okay?" You ask him, and he nods. "Are you going to be okay?"

"In time, yes. Just don't leave me, please. I need you. So fuckin' bad." He begs you.

"You've got me, Mox." You whisper, and he nudges his nose with yours before placing his lips on yours. He kisses you slowly, and you can literally feel the emotion in it.

You will not be the one to pull away first. He needs you, and however that may be, you will give yourself to him. The kiss gets heavy quick, and he pulls your body closer to him.

His lips leave your mouth, and trail down your jaw to your throat. "Do what you need to do baby. I'm right here." You tell him when he hesitates to continue.

"Are you sure?" He asks you, and you nod. "I need you, badly."

"Go ahead baby." You tell him, and he kisses his way back up to your lips before hovering over you. He kisses down the other side of your neck, sucking and biting. "Fuck I've missed you."

"Yeah?" He asks as he grinds himself down onto you.

"Yeah." You breathe out, and he takes yoir nipple in his mouth. "My fingers don't satisfy me the way you do."

He looks into your eyes when you say that, his tongue swirling your nub. He pops off of it with a smirk. "Is that so?" He asks, and you nod. "Need me to fill you up baby?"

"Please." You groan, and he pulls down your panties along with his boxers. He drags himself up and down, tapping the head of his cock onto your clit. "Daddy, please."

He slowly pushes into you, stretching you open. "So tight." He groans, and continues to push himself into you. Your nails are already digging into his back. He slowly pulls back out, thrusting into you again. "You okay pretty girl?"

"I'm good." You tell him with a smile. His hands slide down your thighs, kneading into them as he rocks into you slowly. "Don't hold back on me. Use me."

He brings his thumb down to your clit, rubbing it slowly. Your body begins to shake, and he watches you like a hawk. "That's it baby." He groans, and bends himself down to press his lips to yours, his thumb not leaving your clit.

"J-jon." You moan into his mouth, and he begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He slides his arms underneath yours, holding your head. He bites down on your neck again, and you wrap your legs around his waist. "Feels so g-good."

"Daddy always know how to treat his girl. Doesn't he?" He asks you, and you nod at him. "You know better then that. Use your fuckin' words."

"Yes daddy." You choke out, and he smirks at you before thrusting into you harder. Your nails dragging down his back.

"Harder." He tells you, and you look into his eyes. "Make it hurt, please." He begs. You dig your nails deeper into his skin, and he groans, speeding up even more. "Fuck, I love you so much."

"I love you." You tell him, and he hikes one of your legs up on his shoulders to go even deeper. "Fuck."

"You like me being buried deep inside you, don't you? Missed it?" He asks you.

"So much." You answer him, and he brings his fingers back down to your clit, rubbing in fast tight circles. "I'm not going to last."

"Cum baby. All over me, please." He begs, and moves your leg back around his waist. "Look at me."

You open your eyes, and he kisses you slowly. "Show me how bad you've missed me." He mumbles against your lips, and he begins to hit that one specific spot. You start screaming out his name until your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks.

"P-please cum inside me." You tell Jon who nods at you. His own pace slowing down until you feel his hot spurts of cum fill your insides. He moans your name and then collapses on top of you.

You both regain your breathing, and you place a kiss to the top of his forehead. "Thank you, Angel. I needed that. Needed you."

"I'm always here." You tell him, and he lifts his head up to press a kiss to your lips.

"Good. Let's get you cleaned up, baby." He says before carrying you to the bathroom.

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An Unexpected Romance: Chris Evans x Black! Female Reader Part 1

a/n: *sticks head out* omg hi. It’s been a while. A long while. Somehow I am back writing for another white man, a different one this time. We can only hope he does not disappoint as drastically as the last one does. I genuinely have no idea if this is good? I think it’s kinda cute, and I’ve been feeling very traumatized in regards to blackness lately so I really needed some black and brown women having a good time and being happy. We deserve that tbh. There could obvi be another part to this. Let me know if anyone even cares enough for that lol. Okay bye now. 

Part 2 Part 3

There’s an unspoken rule amongst you and your friends. Like a secret code, if you will. If a man hits on you at the bar and you’re not interested, and friends always know when you’re not interested, swarm and diffuse the situation. But? If a man hits on you at the bar and you are interested? Then that is a different story entirely.

It was a Thursday night out with the girls. You were at your favorite bar. It was quiet and quaint but still modern enough to attract a younger crowd. Sometimes there’s nothing better than getting dressed up and sipping on drinks with your girls. No dancing or club hopping or excessive uber rides. Just one bar, shit talk, and a lot of bacardi.

You were all sat directly at the bar in high standing chairs, Your back was turned to the entrance as you listened intently to your friend Tanya complain about her latest Hinge hook up.

“Can you believe I took my fine ass self all the way over to that nigga’s house in satin shorts? Satin! And he had a pizza box on his bedside table and the second he laid me down my back hit a bong. Make it make sense Jesus.”

Tanya was a beautiful Black woman. She was taller than all of you at six feet, and she strutted every step. Her skin was deep espresso and she was almost always rocking a vibrant colored wig that matched a vibrant colored outfit. Tonight’s color was lavender.

“I don’t know how many times we have to tell ya ass to stay away from them white boys.” You snorted, sticking your tongue out in search of your straw.

Your friends, Tanya, Raya, and Jesse all did a collective eye roll in your direction that did not go unnoticed.

“Yes ladies?” You asked with a straightened spine and arched brow.

Jesse was one of them girls you would have hated in high school. Skinny waist, slim thick thighs, and skin so clear that her Puertio Rican skin was only left to dazzle and shine. She had long, tight curls that hung all the way down to her belly button, and she always kept them gelled down and tied back. She, like all of your friends, did not hold back when it came to the group. You were honest, thick as thieves, and frankly a little brutal.

“You don’t even count. Your refusal to go near a white man is excessive and weird.” She cackled. “You're just as bad as Tanya, just on the other end of the spectrum sis.”

“Excuse me? Now Tanya dates boys...I date men. You see the difference? And if I am gone lie in some ivory sheets there’s gonna have to be some extra special attention being paid to me. And trust, there always is.”

You stuck your tongue out lewdly and laughed sending the whole table into a fit of giggles. You all clinked your glasses together and revelled in the atmosphere of melanin, acceptance, and tomfoolery. What a group.

“You tellin’ me that if a fine ass man walked in here right now and checked every box: his own money, his own car, intelligent, funny, etcetera,  and he just happened to be of the vanilla variety you wouldn’t bite?” Raya asked.

Raya was the thickest of the group, voluptuous in every sense of the word and also the only one happily married. She just put up with y’all honestly.

You rolled your eyes through with the conversation already.

“I’m saying...he’d have to be pretty fucking special and pretty fucking dedicated. Men are a headache as it is. I don’t need the added layer of some man pulling at my weave like I’m Lilly Ane from his hometown,  or asking me to do race play in the bedroom. Now I’m going to the bathroom and when I come back I’d like for us to talk about literally anything else? Okay? Okay.”

You slid out of your seat and headed for the bathroom with the grace and power of a woman in her thirties who had managed the insecurities of her younger self and had decided to only live her life revelling in her own excellence.

If Tayna was the darkest of the group you weren't at all far behind. If she was expresso, you were simply an americano with a dash of cream. And you rocked it with a full head of curls that ranged from nappy to bursting with life and moisture depending on both the day and temperature. It was all set upon the shoulders of a woman with curves and hips and chest. It was your body and you loved it endlessly, a matter quite evident in the way you walked.

That night you were wearing a coral pink jumpsuit with a long, flowy kimono and heels to match. Your kimono billowed behind you and made you feel fierce, even on the walk to the bathroom, which is perhaps why you weren’t paying that much attention. One second you’re strutting in the heels that you only wore when there wouldn’t be too much standing, and the next you’re slipping on some liquid that must have been spilt on the floor. Your whole life flashed before your eyes. The wind flew out of your lungs. This was the end…

And then you were caught by the waist. Not caught, more like gripped. Firmly. And perhaps not the waist so much as the hips. You expected to be lying straight on the floor staring up at the ceiling, and instead you were staring at a chest. A firm chest. No not firm. Chiseled might be a better description. So chiseled that your hands began to wander amongst the suit clad flesh before your mind had caught up with you. Heafer.

“Oh my god. Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I can’t believe I--”

You peered up into deep blue eyes and let’s not forget that your fingers were still wandering along that chest. Had a chest ever been so broad? No. Not unless you count Captain America apparently.

“Please, I always like to pull a rescue mission before dinner. Makes me feel like I earned my meal.” He grinned down at you.

Chris Evans. What are even the statistical chances? You wouldn’t know, you were too busy drooling.

His hands were still on your hips. Yours still on his chest. And now you were just plain staring at him. Good look.

A waiter with a towel to clean up the mess broke up the moment by clearing their throat and alerting the two of you that you were way too close to one another still.

“Oh--Oh.” You mumbled idiotically. “You’re…”

He nodded. “Chris. And you are?”

“I’m...I’m…”

The waiter snickered under their breath and you realized just how much you were ruining this moment. You straightened your spine and tried to act like you had some sort of sense.

“I’m y/n. Thank you again for the save. I was actually just on my way to the bathroom so I’ll uh let you get back to your night and try not to fall on you again.” You smiled.

“Yea, we definitely wouldn’t want that would we?” He asked.

But the way his face was looking told you maybe he might not mind it after all. Sheesh.

“Okay well uh you have a nice night, Chris.”

You tapped at his hands on your hips and he quickly stumbled back with an apology. It was the first time he looked even the slightest bit flustered in your interaction with him. You found that you liked it.

“You have a nice night too, y/n.”

You smiled at him one final time before walking to the bathroom as you had intended. But he didn't leave your mind the entire time you were there. And not just because it was Chris Evans, it didn’t feel fair to call it star struck. That was too simple, too miniscule.  Instead it was the way his hands had felt on your hips. You had the tendency to lean away from men, didn’t feel comfortable with them when you didn't know who they were. And yet there you had stood, completely at ease in his hold. You couldn’t explain it even to yourself. He had just felt right.

“Of course he felt right, he’s practically a figment of your imagination.” You mumbled to yourself at the sinks.

That was it. He didn’t even count. The only time you ever saw him was on your netflix account, so surely your perception was warped. The reality was that Chris Evans was just another white man who looked good in a sweater. The end.

That’s what you convinced yourself as you walked back to your friend, but not without taking extra precautions against the floor. By the time you arrived back at your table you had done the mental gymnastics needed to completely eliminate him from your system. Good girl.

“Now, I trust you all found something better to talk about while I was away.” You grinned as you slid back into the table.

All of your friends were snickering behind their hands and they wasted no time at all laughing at you.

“Oh did we!” Jesse laughed. “You see we had just moved on to a new topic when a little someone got a drink delivered to the table.”

Your eyes widened as Jesse pushed a glass of what looked like processo closer your way. She then pointed over by the bar leading the entire table to turn that way. Seated by his seat with his arms leaning against the bar, shoulders even broader against the wood, was none other than Chris Evans himself. As if on a Hollywood cue he turned to look at you with a smile that was both innocent and filthy at the same time. He lifted a drink of his own in the air and tilted it in your direction in silent cheers. If you had been ten shades lighter you’da blushed like a schoolgirl. It was ridiculous.

“Now...What was that you were saying about white boys sis?” Tanya asked.

You groaned to yourself softly and plopped your head down in your hands in embarrassment. This was only to notice that your sparkling glass of prosecco was perched upon a napkin with his phone number written upon it. Home boy was slick and he was bold. A man confident enough to come put himself out there, and respectful enough to do it in a way that wasn’t disruptive or rude to your friends nor yourself. It was the sort of thing that made you take notice for sure, which explained why your girlfriends were looking at you like cats that had just discovered the canary.

“What? What?! What?” You gasped at the table, clearly annoyed.

Jesse grinned. “What’chu mean ‘what’, mija! You gone get your mans or what?”

They all giggled and looked clearly in his direction, only embarrassing you further.

“Stop it!” You hissed. “He is not ‘my mans’ by any stretch of the imagination. He probably just feels bad for me slipping. I fell and he caught me. Clearly he’s a gentleman, which is nice but that don’t mean nothin.”

“Girl please! This man done sent you prosecco and a phone number. That’s like a rich modern version of a love letter. You better go talk to that man.” Raya snorted.

Women who hype up other women are the world’s greatest treasure. You loved your friends with everything in you, and you valued all of their intellects greatly. However, this was not a regular-degular man. This was literally a superhero. You had confidence for days, but this was simply a different stratosphere. You were just about to silence your friends again when a ghost must have descended because everyone else began to gasp.

“Girl he movin’. Captain America is comin in for the landing.” Raya stage-whispered.

“Oooo you know what? Suddenly I have to pee.” Tanya mumbled.

“Oh me too!” Jesse nodded.

And just like that….your table was empty. The audacity!

“Wow. I sure can clear a room huh?” He chuckled, stepping up beside you. “I hope I don’t offend too much.”

You sighed turning to face him head on.

“You certainly do not offend. In fact, I think my friends are around some corner cackling like the witches they are. They just wanted to give you space to shoot your shot.”

He smiled with a raised eyebrow. “My shot, huh? I better not fuck it up them.”

You shrugged, eyes raking gently over him. Beyond the obvious attraction, it was important for you to search for any warning signs. His body language was good. He had one hand draped over the back of your chair, but he stood two steps back from the table so that he wasn’t over-crowding your space. He seemed to be aware of himself physically, an important marker in your estimation. He was playful enough, but also clearly interested if he’d decided to come up to the table after all that. This did not bode well for you at all. The man was kinda nice.

“I just wanted to see if you were enjoying your drink is all.”

Your fingers flitted with the glass before pulling it to your lips for a sip. The way his eyes seemed to follow the motion had a heat pooling in your gut.

“I do enjoy a good prosecco.” You nodded. “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure. I didn’t want to be too forward but uh--I think you’re stunning and  I was wondering if I could take you out sometime.” He murmured.

Your legs were crossed in your seat, and you bobbed your leg a little, anxiety coursing through you.

“Were you afraid the number on the napkin was too subtle?”

He chuckled softly, eyes falling to the ground in an almost...embarrassed fashion? Lord, please.

“Sorry, I tend to second guess myself. I never know how people are gonna take me with my line of work. I didn’t want you to think I was trying to set up a one night stand or something. Wanted to show you I’m genuinely interested.”

Well that was unnervingly wholesome. Where they get this man from?

You let a small grin form across your mouth, a metaphorical step forward closer to his very inviting energy.

“Well, I do like the sound of stunning.”

“Yea? I think I could say some other stuff you’d like too if you give me a chance. What do you say?”

He licked the edge of his lip and it really was so miniscule but it had your thighs tightening in a way that was unholy. Rude.

You couldn’t say yes just off principle. Ten minutes ago you had just shamed all your friends for their white proclivities and the first one that walks off the street and bats his eyelashes at you causes you to cave? The hypocrisy! But...he was fine. Like capital “F” fine. Fwine with a “w”, fine. And it’s not like he was going to take you home to pizza boxes and lost bongs and then hit you up for gas money later. He was more set in his life than you were. Him being rich wasn’t even for you to utilize; it just felt good to know that he was accomplished and secure for himself. Again you dated men...not boys. And yet still you found yourself in such a conundrum.

“You look hesitant.” He noted, eyes locking onto yours.

You nodded. “I am...Excuse my bluntness but I had just gotten done explaining to my friends that dating white men often comes with more hassle than good. It can be difficult to connect cross-culturally. And quite frankly y’all are usually racist and/or fetishists. I’m not looking to upset your mama, nor am I looking to play slave master in the bedroom.”

Honestly the little speech was usually enough to send weaker men running. You say the r-word to a white man when you’re a black woman and he either calls you the n-word or gets upset and walks away. That had been your experience thus far. Not always, but enough to set precedence. The fact that he bothered to stay at the table further already separates himself from the pack.

“I can understand where you’re coming from.” He nodded, and a crease formed subtly between his eyebrows. “Not that I could ever really understand, just that I understand your hesitancy towards me. And I understand that it’s more complicated for you than it is for me. I really wish it wasn’t that way, but obviously that isn’t exactly something you and I can fix together in this very moment.”

You steadied for yourself for his next words, sure that he was about to leave you with, “have a nice life, I’ve got a spandex fitting in the morning.” There was a feeling in your tummy that felt out of place. You noted absently that it was a flutter of disappointment. And then he kept speaking.

“I don’t want to change your opinions on all white guys. I’d be willing to wager that most of us suck, and you probably should definitely steer clear.”

This caused you to snicker a little bit, a smile coming back to your face. He practically beamed in response, teeth coming together in a megawatt smile.

“However, I’d truly hate to never see that smile again.” He groaned and layed a firm hand against his own chest. “I don’t wanna change your mind about all of us...but maybe I can change your mind about me. I don’t want to feshitize you, I don’t want some weird power play between us. I don’t wanna do anything that would hurt you or make you uncomfortable. I just wanna take a really beautiful woman out if I could, if you’ll have me? Please? And if not, I take no as my answer and I walk away a little wounded, and you’ll still be here, stunning as always.”

Ooof. Boy was good. Real good.

You twisted your lips together and eyed him another time as if you were seeing each other for the very first time. Seemingly good guy. Persistent, not demanding. Willing to have conversations about race? Biceps the size of your head. Damn it was like the devil had crafted him especially for you.

“You know I think my friends have been spying long enough. I should probably meet up with them.” You mumbled.

You reached for the check in front of you adding your tip to your total and squaring out your tab. The way his eyes raked over you did not go unnoticed, unfelt. With the check closed and on the table you reached for one of the cocktail napkins on the table, pen still in hand, and wrote a note of your own. Sliding from your seat, you reached for the prosecco and downed the fizzy beverage before pressing the napkin to his chest with your nail. There was confusion, and perhaps a bit of hurt, in his baby blue eyes. This was gonna be some real trouble for you.

His palm came to rest over yours, trapping your fingers against his chest. There was a warmth there that seemed to leave your fingertips tingling. Definitely trouble.

“You have a nice night Chris.” You grinned.

His hand fell away from yours at the slightest movement on your part. He stood there, seemingly shell shocked, as you reached for your purse and his cocktail napkin. You almost thought he was going to let you get away as you went to step around him, only for his palm to grab gently at your hip.

“Good night y/n.” He whispered and reached to kiss chastly at your cheek.

The warmth of him was more intoxicating up close. He radiated heat like he radiated pheromones. And the smell of him was absolutely ridiculous as well. Was that gucci? Dior maybe?

It was a miracle you made it around the corner.

As to be expected, your awful ass group of friends were all standing by the hostess booth peaking around at you like a couple of dumbasses. They were lucky you loved em. You had an exit to execute though, and for that at least, they were useful.

You resumed your power walk, matched with clicking heels and a teasing pop of your hips, towards them.

“Is he watching?” You asked quietly.

They all nodded in various levels of incredulousness.

“Good. Let’s go.”

And then you walked your ass out that bar only to collapse the first second you cleared the doors. Your girls descended the way only women do, like fucking superheros of their own, and helped you float back to the car.

“Girl if you don’t start spilling A-S-A-P I swear fo’ God!” Raya gasped hands shaking on the steering wheel.

“What happened what happened what happened?!” Jesse screeched.

Your head nestled against the headrest of the car, your breathing having gone unsteady by the little game you’d just played.

“I think I just told him he can take my black ass on a date.” You mumbled in shock.

The tension in the car hit an all time high as everyone went silent...And then they all bursted out laughing as if you’d mentioned the funniest joke in the damn world.

“I KNEW IT BITCH!” Tayna screamed. “OOOOOOO BITCH I KNEW IT!”

“She finna be down with the swirl tonight, y’all!” Raya cackled.  

“In the category of white boys y/n will fuck with, this one has a networth of millions and the highest grossing movie of all time.” Jesse spoke in her best game host voice.

“I’ll take Captain America for six hundred, Alex!” Tayna snickered.

And they all continued to laugh.

“I gotta get some new friends.”

TBC?