#kiss his pretty hands... just all over just hold it to my face as i keep planting little kisses all over

[revelboo]

Queen Revel i am ON MY KNEES begging for the next part of point of extinction because HOLY SHIT DUDE HE JUST WHIPS IT OUT????

He’s just trying to help in his awkward, unsettling way. 18+

Point of Extinction Pt 13

Shockwave x Reader

• You’re averting your eyes still, face reddening. “You find my lack of experience undesirable?” He’s always been quick to pick up new skills. This will be no different. And he can’t deny some purely unscientific curiosity about it. “I would be amenable to allowing you to take the lead while I gather experience.” How would those soft hands feel on him? Tracing ridges and dipping into seams. Wants to know. This is supposed to be about you, tending to your needs, not his. Wanting this isn’t logical, but that doesn’t change that he does.

• And he just keeps making this worse somehow. Risking a look and finding him just staring at you, his one hand gripping that weapon of mass destruction between his thighs and idly touching himself. The shape’s familiar enough, if the ridges and nodes are a bit Giger-esque and pulsing with ruddy biolights that draw your eyes against your will. Forcing yourself to look anywhere but at that, he’s still doing his creepy stare, antenna back. And stroking himself. “That’s a really… flattering offer,” you manage. Stop looking at it. Stop. Dammit. “Could you not do that?” It’s too distracting.

• Letting go of his spike he approaches you and your eyes dip to his bobbing spike then pointedly back up to his single optic. “Might I suggest mutual exploration to ease Thirteen’s uncertainty?” Gently catching your hand and you allow him to guide it to his spike. And your face somehow goes even redder. Shuddering at the feel of your soft palm on him. Lifting his hand and pleased when you don’t immediately snatch yours back when he cups your cheek, servos sliding against you. Thumb sliding over your bottom lip. Another mech would kiss you, but he can’t. “You can have control of this encounter.”

• Know you should get some space between you. Definitely not stroke your fingers along the ridges of his spike, thumb sliding over the head, feeling a bead of slick there. Startling when his helm gently bumps your forehead, that optic bathing your face in red light. It’s not exactly romantic, but you’re pretty sure you’d be worried if he was trying to be romantic. He’s awkward and creepy and more than a little bit messed up. “How much control?” You ask despite yourself.

• Optic brightening, his hips rock when you slide your thumb over the tip of his spike again. It’s difficult to ease himself down without just falling, but he manages and growls when your fingers slip free of him. “Familiarize yourself as necessary. I’m open to instruction.” Holding out a hand to you and waiting while you stare down at him and for a moment that dissonance swamps him. A memory of someone else standing over him, staring down at him with cold calculation. Smiling. A stranger’s memory.

• You’re not doing this. Right? He’s just staring at you, helm tipped up and his hand outstretched. Trying your damnedest to not look at his spike. Mutual pleasure. “You’re not going to lay eggs in me or anything right?” And those antenna go back in offense. You’ll take that as a no. Maybe you’re a tiny bit tempted and he’d mentioned being inexperienced. Popping his alien cherry shouldn’t be appealing. “And you’re not going to move unless I say you can?”

• “If that’s what you require.” Head tipping he waits. And you’re so small even with him mass displaced. Maybe that’s the issue? His size? And he freezes as it sinks in how illogical this all is. That he shouldn’t actually want this. Shouldn’t care about your well being. That he’s made a series of illogical decisions since he’d first interacted with you. And those phantom memories are worse since he began interacting with you, lifting through him suddenly to leave him disoriented. The logical thing to do would be to rid himself of you, but he knows that he won’t. He can’t.

• Something’s very wrong with you for even considering this. Is this just a new experiment to him? A test to see what you’ll do? Or does he actually think he’s taking care of your needs? And you’re not actually considering it, are you? Can admit you’re a tiny bit curious, but it’s the sort of horrified curiosity you’d have for a bit of particularly awful gossip. “Why do you want to take care of me?” Resisting the urge to make air quotes as you focus on his optic since it’s safer than the intimidating jut of his spike. Unable to ask why you’d been spared ending up like the deer. And those antenna go back again.

• Staring up at you, he can’t answer, because he isn’t sure. Doesn’t know why he’d culled you from his experiments. Why the idea of harming you makes him so uncomfortable. Is it only loneliness? That you’re someone to talk to even if the conversations are stilted? Fixating on you now even when he’s working in his lab. Experiments that never bothered him before now making him hesitate simply because you wouldn’t like them. Because they’d upset you. “I’m responsible for your well-being and health,” he says, watching your expression twist. Unhappy with that answer. “And because I desire to be the one to tend to you.” He shouldn’t, but he does. Maybe your illogical, emotional humanity is rubbing off on him. Infecting him.

• There’s something perverse about even considering this. This whole time you’ve been powerless to his whims and he’s giving you permission to take control. To give him orders that he claims he’ll listen to. Yeah, there’s something very wrong with you. “Can I touch you wherever?” He’s closer to your size this way and you doubt you’re going to get another opportunity like this. Want to take advantage before your common sense and survival instincts kick back in. Not waiting for his answer as you reach to cup his head in your hands, biting your bottom lip as you toy with his bunny ears as you think of them. Watching those antenna flick at your touch. And he allows it, keeping still as you gently run your fingertips over the plating of his helm, smiling when bits lift or shift at your touch like they’re sensitive.

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[synvil]

starving // munch! bf! matt sturniolo

synopsis : your boyfriend is having severe cravings and the only thing he wants that will satiate it, is your sweet pretty pussy. nsfw ahead! overstimulating, pussy-eating, etc.

“m-matt, ‘s too much!—“

despite your pleas and your attempt to push him away by getting up, matt’s firm grip on the flesh of your thighs merely tightens further as his head dives deeper in between the folds of your dripping pussy and his hands hold you in place above him.

it’s been over an hour since matt laid below you. for the first thirty minutes, he was just enjoying the position of you on top of him, convincing you to just watch a movie on the tv in front of you while he satisfies himself. but now the movie was merely background noise as all you can think about is matt’s nose against your clit and the nth orgasm you were receiving in just under two hours.

the way he devours every drop of your nonstop gushing juices, it makes you think he’s been deprived of liquid for days. even when your release drips down his chin, his cheeks, it doesn’t deter him and he doesn’t relent. he practically relishes in the way your thighs shake and tremble.

“come on, angel,” matt briefly pulls back, lifting his head just enough to show the darkened look in his infatuated eyes. “you can keep going for me, can’t you?”

your panting, breathless as a red flush spreads across your cheeks and you weakly press your thighs together, unintentionally crushing his face but he doesn’t mind. “i-i can’t, matty.. is-it’s too much..”

“aw, i’m sorry baby.” matt coos as he thumb rubs soothing circles on your inner thigh and he chuckles lowly, kissing your skin softly. “you just look so pretty.. and taste incredible..”

he raises his head and gives a long stroke of his tongue against your heat and you squeak. “matt!”

the rumble of laughter vibrates against your skin as he slowly pulls back and relieves his grip on you and licks his lips. “it’s only been a couple hours.” he sighs gently as he stares up at your exhausted form, biting his lip at the sight.

“besides this is your designated spot. my pretty girl deserves her throne..” matt mutters as he can’t help himself and drags you down again, your pussy colliding with his lips as he dives in once more making you cry out in overwhelming pleasure.

“so perfect.. so pretty just f’ me..” he murmurs as he shuts his eyes and enjoys his time.

“i’m starving..”

a/n : i’m in a huge matt mood but i promise ill get back to rafe !! <3

thank you to @bernardsbendystraws for the divider !! and for making me in such a munch! matt mood hehe ♡(。-ω-)

what do you guys think of the divider? should i keep using this or switch to my typical purple lines?

unedited.

[taelophone]

My Nurse ⋆˙⟡ — Luigi Mangione x Nurse!Reader ⟡ — A blurb request I got but I think I accidentally deleted it😭 sorry babe.

“Luigi, sit still…” you huffed, placing a hand on his knee while he propped himself up on the kitchen counter. For the past twenty minutes, you had been trying to study for your nursing exam, applying all of your knowledge regarding anatomy and evaluation into one big dog pile.

Your boyfriend, ever so sweet and loving, is allowing you to practice a routine check-up on him with your pink stethoscope and various medical machinery. The only problem was that he decided to exercise his free will and cash in some energy he had stored away in the back of his mind.

“Sorry, wait, hold on,” he giggled, repositioning himself slightly. “Okay, go.”

You nodded, pressing the stethoscope to his chest and listening to the fast beats that echoed through your ears.

“Okay, so your heartbeat is a little fast…is that normal for you?” You asked, gently pressing the stethoscope to the other side of his chest.

“No you’re just really pretty…” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead and wrapping his arms around your torso.

You sighed, a shy and involuntary smile creeping up your face as he slowly began to peck at your face, leaving gentle trails of kisses wherever his face traveled.

“Luigi…Lu! C’mon, I need to study..” you giggled, though the lack of importance in your tone told him you weren’t all that bothered.

“Just…” kiss “Lemme…” kiss kiss “Pay you…” kiss “Some attention. You’ve been studying for days..” he pouted.

With a heavy giggle and a loud thud, he hopped off the counter and scooped you up from the floor.

“My smart wife, so intelligent! Studying to be a nurse cuz she wants to be an angel…I love you, pretty,” He practically babbled, kissing you all over your face and down your neck while you laughed at the slightly ticklish sensation.

“And I’m stuck with the stupid computer,” he laughed, pulling you into a tight hug as your legs dangled above the ground. Cuteness aggression in its purest form.

“Thank you, babe…now sit, please, I need to keep going!” You laughed.

[unintentionalseductress]

hear me out...17 with zayne, but it's mc saying it to him...perhaps bc of his evol going a bit out of control... 👀

"You won’t break me. I promise."

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Little snowflakes are falling through the air and landing on your skin as Zayne kisses you. You should have known better when you let him eat that cholcolate liquer but the temptation had been too great to ignore.

Now you're at his mercy, clinging onto him as his tongue explores your mouth, his hard chest pressed against the softness of your breasts and your senses feel like you can't perceive anything beyond him. Zayne's hands, his skin, his lips, all working in harmony to cause little fires to erupt under your skin.

The room felt oddly steamy, yet cold at the same time. You hadn't anticipated Zayne losing control of his evol as a result of his intoxication. You shiver as he breaks the kiss, not just from what his carnal look implied, but also from the snowflakes that are now coating his bed. You card your fingers through his hair as Zayne gazes down at you with half-lidded eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, brushing away some of the snow that's landing on you, his mouth licking away the cold moisture that lingered behind.

"It'll stop in a while. But I can't control it for the time being. I know it's getting cold." Zayne hugs your body tightly against his, trying fuse some of his warmth into you. "We can stop if you want."

In response, you gently roll Zayne onto his back, watching his eyes widen in surprise as you straddle him.

"We're inside. It's not that bad. You won’t break me. I promise." Before he can answer, you raise your hips and start to take him inside you, moaning at the sweet way his thickness fills you, stretching out the wet ring of muscles at the entrance of your cunt. Zayne's eyes close and his mouth parts as he lets out a noise of longing, fingers indenting into the soft flesh at your hips.

You push down, sheathing him to the hilt before starting to ride, watching the way his body reacts to yours. Those pretty eyes are glazed over as he watches you atop him, his body desperate to keep up with yours.

"It's ok my love." You cup his face as you ride him sensually, letting him feel every inch of your wet walls. "I can handle it." His forehead rests tenderly against yours as you move, giving pleasure as well as seeking it. "Cum for me?" you ask sweetly and it steals the air from his chest.

Zayne's breathing grows ragged and you hold onto his shoulders as he starts to thrust upwards into you, burying his face into the crook of your shoulder as his orgasm grips him, his body trembling as he spills himself into you.

[shawtylex09]

HIYAAA could you maybe do something about teacher izuku with pro hero girlfriend/wife?? I was thinking of a scenario where his partner is always staying up, working on some hero stuff and he tries to lure her into bed to rest. Maybe include a making out session :3

Hiiii!!! I was literally gone all day doing things, so lemme cook you up someone good pookie. 💚

Slight smut warning. 18+

You sat in your office, a hand running through your messy hair and your eyes stinging with lack of sleep. A heavy sigh slipped passed your lips as you dragged your hand down your face, glancing at the clock.

1:47 am.

Wonderful.

You still had quite a bit of paperwork to go through, and some emails to draft, and you’d been sitting at the goddamn desk since 10 pm.

“That’s what I get for being a procrastinator.”

You mumbled to yourself, sighing heavily and grabbing your pen again, continuing your painful paperwork.

You had been deep in your work, until you felt eyes on you. Your eyes flicked to your right, where you saw your lover, Izuku Midoriya, standing there.

“Sweetheart..what are you doing awake? You have to be awake for school in a few hours..”

You mumbled, your brows furrowing with concern as you spun in your chair, facing the tired man you called your boyfriend.

Izuku wasn’t wearing his glasses. His hair tousled and his tee (that was yours that he stole.) was loosely hanging off of one shoulder. He didn’t bother wearing pants to bed, the shirt was long enough to reach his upper thigh anyway, the black boxers wrapping around his muscular thighs.

“Come to bed..”

He mumbled, rubbing his eye with a slight pout on his face. It was obvious he was displeased with your current position in your office chair, and not in bed, holding him.

“Baby, I’ve got work I gotta do”

You said as a smile pulled at your lips, seeing your boyfriend sleepy and more than ready to have you in his arms warmed your heart.

Izuku whined in protest, walking over to you and grabbing your hand, bringing it to his lips.

“Please..? You’ve been working all evening..I haven’t been able to see you because of your paperwork..and it’s already 2 in the morning..”

Your boyfriend mumbled, pressing a few feather light, and sickeningly sweet kisses to your knuckles.

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, cupping his cheek with the hand he’d been kissing.

“Zuku, I need to finish my work. Why don’t you go lay down okay? I’ll be back in bed when I finish up these papers.”

Your tired eyes dragged to the desk as you gestured to the stack of papers, sitting on the desk and taunting you with the task of finishing them.

Izuku frowned, then, an idea popped into his head, and he grinned mischeviously. You looked up just to see your boyfriend shifting to sit in your lap.

You blushed and gently placed your hands on the sides of his thighs, feeling his boxers under your touch.

“Izuku..”

You said softly, slowly shifting your hands back around to the plump curve of his ass. Izuku blushed softly and cupped your cheeks, his calloused thumbs running over your skin with a careful touch.

You smiled a little and gave his rear a playful squeeze, Izuku rolling his eyes as you did so. He leaned in closer to your face, tilting his head to the side

“Why do you love squeezing my ass?..you weirdo..”

You laughed softly and shrugged, a grin gracing your features as you gently groped his plush curve.

“It’s not my fault you’re so curvy baby”

You whispered softly, to which Izuku blushed, glancing away as you leaned closer to his face.

“Shut up..don’t say that kinda thing..”

He muttered shyly, his eyes moving to yours. You smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Well, at least let me show you how pretty you look, baby”

And with that, you pressed your lips to his. Izuku’s lipd were slightly chapped from him chewing on them, but they still had a certain softness that left you wanting more and more each time you kissed.

Izuku groaned softly, his hands moving to your shoulders, his fingers slightly digging into the fabric of your shirt as he kissed you with equal passion.

You softly bit his bottom lip, a whine leaving him and making you break the kiss only to chuckle, then your lips found his once again.

His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, sliding his fingers under it to feel the smith skin of your abdomen under his fingers.

Meanwhile, your hands moved to his thighs, gripping the curves and planes of his smooth skin, only covered by his boxers, which held a tent from his manhood.

You smirked while you broke the kiss, looking up at him as you ran a finger over the bulge in his boxers.

Izuku whined and bresthlessly moaned as you rubbed his tip through his boxers, giving you a half lidded, needy gaze.

“Sweetheart..don’t tease me please…”

He whispered, a flush on his soft, freckled cheeks.

You laughed softly and smiled up at him, a mischievous grin settling on your lips.

God you loved his whiny tone and flustered expression.

“Cmon, let’s take this to our bedroom, yeah?”

You asked, not wanting to tease him too badly, but also enjoying your affect on his body- seeing the way he physically responded to your touch definitely excited you.

Izuku vigorously nodded at your words, gripping your shirt tightly as a deeper red coated his cheeks. He knew what the hazy look in your eyes meant for him, and he felt a pit of heat grow in his stomach.

“Yes- yes let’s go”

Izuku gasped as you picked him up, loving being manhandled, even if you weren’t necessarily rough with him.

He knew he was in for a long night.

Ty for the ask, ilyyyyy!!!

[konjiang]

tianshang babysitter au, where TLJ is a single dad, and SQH is the babysitter he hired to care for LBH while he worked.

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On top of writing PIDW, SQH also worked odd jobs to make money, and this week, he got a more permanent job offer as a babysitter with pretty high pay. He felt completely out of place when he arrived at the huge mansion. He rang the doorbell and jumped a little when he heard a deep voice over the speaker.

"Are you here for babysitting?" The voice asked. Even without seeing this man, SQH could tell he was exhausted.

"Y-yes"

"Oh, thank god! Come on in." The gate swung open, and SQH nervously walked to the door.

At the door, he was greeted by a tired looking dad holding his kid.

"Please take care of him. Whatever you need or want can be ordered with Alexa. His name is Binghe, and he has no allergies. Nap time is at 12" The guy handed the baby over to Shang Qinghua and wobbled over to the couch and passed out.

SQH stared at the Binghe, and Binghe stared back with those innocent looking eyes.

He walked around the house, just trying to find where everything was. On the fridge, there was a schedule including feeding time, nap time, and bath for Binghe, and on the counter, there were dozen clean bottles and formula cans.

The house was stocked with everything.

"Well...Binghe, it's just going to be me and you for the next couple of hours. What did you do for your dad to pass out like that?" SQH asked Binghe. The baby couldn't reply and just giggled at SQH.

The next couple of hours were uneventful, just a regular babysitting job. SQH nearly forgotten that there was someone else in the house until the guy sneaked up behind him as he was putting Binghe to bed.

SQH was going to scream, but a hand covered his hand. And the guy quietly guided SQH out of the room before dropping his hand. The dad let out a sigh of relief before he started to introduce himself.

"Hi, I'm Tianlang, Binghe's dad. Thanks for coming on such short notice, and sorry for passing out. Let's talk a little more about the job."

Now that SQH could see TLJ's face fully, he couldn't help but admire those sharp features. He looked very much like a DILF

TLJ noticed SQH staring and blew him a little kiss, causing SQH to turn red from embarrassment.

"Hahaha. I know I am handsome. You can stare if you want." TLJ was having a bit of fun teasing SQH. His reactions are so entertaining, and after the year TLJ had, he needed a little laughter in his life.

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That's all for now.

Me: I'm going to finish writing my other AUs

also me: adding another WIP to the list

[buck-star]

Finally thought of a scenario for Stevie!

Okay reader and Steve are stuck somewhere where they are pushed against each other. (I’m talking forced proximity trope!)

So while they are stuck and the others are trying to help the reader feels something hard pressing against her and when she moves to try and figure out what it is Steve can hardly hold in a moan ”please s-stop moving”



No move

Wordcount: 562 Words

Warning/Tags: mention of hard on, mention of smut, forced proximity, mutual pining, kisses

Divider made by me.

Your bodies are pressed against one another when the truck crashed into the container you’re in. The hard metal pressed tightly together from the force, and you’re glad that there’s still a bit of space for you and Steve to stand.

The voices of the other Avengers come from the outside of the container, and you turn your head toward it. It's still pretty dark in there except for the light that shines through the corner of the container.

Steve groans quietly when you move your body a bit. Your eyes immediately narrow, and you turn back to look at him, earning another groan from the man.

“Are you hurt? Do you—” You get interrupted by him shaking his head. You nod, tilting your head in confusion. Steve leans his head back while he tries to think about everything but his closeness and the possibility to get some friction; would he move his hips just a bit.

Your hand starts to feel numb, and you shift once more, earning another groan that sounds more like a moan from Steve. He takes a deep breath, his eyes closing before he blinks them open and looks at you.

“P-please… Stop moving your hand,” he whispers, and only when you notice the hardness that pokes against you. Your eyes narrow, then they widen when you realize what’s poking you.

“Fuck, Stevie, I'm sorry. I— do you… I can try to wiggle my hand out—”

“No, stop, please. Don’t move, you only—” he moans when you already wiggle your fingers. They stroke so perfectly against the hard bulge in his pants that he thrusts his hips instinctively forward, chasing more soft touches. “P-please, it… feels so good, but please, we can’t…”

Your eyes light up. Steve looks so fucked out, his voice hoarse, which makes you shiver. Knowing that he’s so hard because of you, because you're forced to be pressed together, makes your arousal pool out of you.

“You like it?” You ask with a soft smile on your lips. Steve’s cheeks heat up immediately; he didn’t think much about what he said before he did, especially not the confession that your touch feels so good. Steve nods slightly, his calloused hands finding their way to your waist, and he pulls you closer.

“Mhm… you— you didn’t know?” He whimpers, leaning his head forward until his forehead is pressed against yours. “You always make me feel so good.”

You hum, keeping your fingers over his crotch before you grip him tightly and make him buck his hips. “How about… we use the time in here to do some… distraction?”

“Only… if you…” he groans, his eyes darken, and a smile tugs at his plump lips. Steve tilts his head, his voice lowering. “Only if you will let me reward you later, princess.”

With that he presses his lips against yours, warm and soft when they move softly against yours. His fingers digging into your hips as he humps against your hand, groaning and pulling at your lip with a grin plastered on his face, and his eyes darken even further.

“Such a good girl,” he growls, moving his lips to your neck to leave some hickeys all over your neck. “So good, princess, take what's yours, sweetheart, take it to get your sweet reward for making me feel so good with your sweet touches, princess.”

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[chuuniversal]

cw: face sitting, use of caleb’s evol, pussy eating, fem! chubby reader!, pussy drunk caleb <3, mdni! somewhat proofread!

“b-but… what if i suffocate you?”

to your surprise that’s the last thing on caleb’s mind, the need in his amethyst gaze evident. it’s been a rough day, all he’s had thoughts about were his head in between your pillowy thighs and the sweet taste of your juicy cunt on his tongue. his calloused hands massage and squish into the plush of your doughy hips before pulling you down closer to his face, pressing a chaste kiss to your inner thigh.

“that’s kind of the point, angel.” caleb coos, his hearty chuckle sending tiny tingles up your calves. you can feel his warm breath fanning against you down there, his lips mere centimeters from your aching cunt. his thumb traces over the soft lips before spreading them, revealing your hooded clit. saliva pools in his mouth at the sight. “she’s sooo pretty, just let me get a tiny taste. ok?”

with hesitation you lower yourself onto his face until you’re fully seated, caleb in turn wasting no time. his tongue swipes in between your folds hungrily, lapping up your honey and savoring its delicious taste. slurping and muffled groans are all you can hear as you squirm and writhe from the pleasure. he sounds so lewd, sticky tongue swirling and licking away at your core as he moans into your pussy.

“m-mmph! c-caleb!” you whine, your legs trembling as it becomes too much. your hips lift off of caleb for a split second only for him to pull you down. “mm, don’t run.” he groans, his swollen lips latch on and the grip he has on your thighs tightens, locking you in place so he can devour you properly. a heavy pressure sits at your waist, his evol making it impossible to move a muscle.

was caleb being a bit greedy? yes, absolutely. could you blamer him? he needed all of you on his fat tongue, needed your soft inner thighs squeezing his head every time he sucked on the right spot, the lack of oxygen made his eyes roll back and his cock swell. to him he was in heaven, and you were an angel, his angel. “sho good, baby, sho good.” he murmured, moaning at the feeling of his hair being tugged.

you helplessly grind your needy pussy against his mouth, the timidness you sported before melting away as need pangs in your tummy. you were so close, he could feel your hole clenching and puckering around his wriggling tongue. “fuck! caleb, aah!” your thighs snap together when his thumb finds your clit, trumming it and giving it a small pinch. your squeals bounce off the walls but he can only hear you faintly.

your high comes all at once, the tight coils in your tummy come undone as caleb swallows down everything you have to give, the intoxicating sweet taste lingering on his tongue. he releases you from his hold finally, cuddling you as you whine into his chest. “i kinda got carried away there… using my evol like that, sorry sweetheart.” the sincerity in caleb’s eyes and the over saturated blush blotched across his cheeks made you giggle.

“don’t apologize… i kinda liked it. we should definitely try that again~”

[vampzity]

senses | K.YS

★ DAY FOUR: BLINDFOLDING WITH YEOSANG ★

pairing: sub bf! yeosang x f! reader

valentines was always one of your favorite holidays to spend with your beloved boyfriend and you wanted to make it special. it was time to spice up your sex life up with the help of a blindfold, leaving yeosang to satisfy his cravings for you.

[warnings]: MDNI 18+!!, sub yeosang x dom reader, a bit of oral (m. receiving), teasing, hickeys, breast play, dry humping, praise kink, edging, pet names (angel, my pretty boy, baby)

word count: 1.6k

You looked in the mirror, adjusting your blouse just slightly to reveal your red lingerie. You would normally be dressed nicely for Valentine’s; as Yeosang took you to a nice dinner every year, but he was unfortunately stuck doing office work for the day. While you were excited about being home and being comfy with your lover, you were even more excited to spice up the day in an attempt to ease his disappointment.

You walked through the house and to his office, knocking on the door softly before entering.

“Sangie I know you’re busy, but can you tell me if this looks okay?”

Yeosang typed his last few words onto his computer, turning around to be met with you in the doorway. His eyes widened as he admired you. He was at a loss for words, not expecting to see you dressed in such a way. Yes it was Valentine’s Day after all, but knowing you two hadn’t planned on going anywhere, this was the last thing on his mind.

His eyes wandered aimlessly around your figure, capturing everything that he loved most about you. The way your lace bra cupped your breasts and made them sit perfectly on your body. How even in his white button down, your silhouette still shown through the fabric. His face was a bright red as his eyes trailed down your body and to your thighs, realizing that you had nothing but a laced pair of panties hiding you.

You gave him a soft smile, walking over to him and sitting in his lap. You threw your arms around his neck as his snaked up your waist to hold you in place. If his boner wasn’t already showing at this point, it was definitely hard enough to feel. Yeosang tried his hardest to focus on your eyes as he couldn’t help himself with your tits in his face.

“What’s all this? I thought we were going to.. you know, eat some pizza and watch a movie when I was done?”

You caressed his face, pulling a small white blindfold from the shirt pocket and holding it in front of him. Yeosang’s eyebrows furrowed, tilting his head in confusion.

“You’re working so hard in here, I figured you could use a little break.”

You pulled the blindfold over his head, leaving it just above his eyes as you got up from the chair and closed the office door. You stood in front of him, hands on his shoulders as he looked you up and down. You smiled at him one last time, kissing his soft lips. Pulling the blindfold over his head, you swiftly got on your knees in front of his chair.

“You’re gonna sit here and let me play with you ok? Let me do all the work, while you just sit back and relax.”

A breeze creeped up his spine as he felt your hands dip into his slacks. You unbuttoned the clasp, pulling them down to his ankles to reveal his boner sticking out from his underwear. You stroked his member softly from the outside, a small whimper leaving his lips as your fingers traced him. You leaned in closer, dragging your tongue against the fabric of his underwear.

You smirked, grabbing his hands and placing them on your body. His hands searched you carefully, landing onto your tits. He tugged at your lace, unsure of what to do without your command.

“Touch me Sangie. You know you want to.”

Without another word he slipped his hand into your bra, cupping your tits gently and rubbing his thumb against your nipples. You moaned in pleasure, taking a seat in his lap just perfectly enough to feel his bulge under you. He continued to toy at your breasts, leaving you a flustered mess as he wrapped his lips around them. His tongue swirled around your nipple, sucking on it as his other hand went to work on the forgotten side.

“Fuck, just like that Sangie.” you threw your head back, grinding against his clothed member. “Feels so good.”

He groaned at your sudden gesture, feeling the weight of your cunt moving on him. He wanted so badly to know how you felt from the inside, how wet and tight you were for him. Everything in him wanted to rip these clothes off and let you ride him for hours on end.

Yeosang switched between your tits, giving both sides the same amount of play time as you soaked his underwear. The heat of your cunt felt like a warm blanket, making him twitch at the thought. You pushed his head off of your chest, your movements growing faster against his cock. He held onto your waist, groaning uncontrollably as the friction made him leak.

You had this strong hold on Yeosang; any little thing you did could cause him to burst within seconds. You were the more dominant one between your relationship and he was okay with that. He loved you dearly and practically worshipped the ground you walked on, he would do anything you asked of him.

“Baby, please.” he threw his head back, his moans turning into soft whimpers as he desperately tried to hold himself back. “Gonna cum, please let me cum.”

Yeosang panted heavily, begging like a hungry dog at your feet. As much as you wanted him to hold out, you couldn’t stop— the friction in your panties sending you over the edge as it rubbed against your sensitive bud. You pulled him in for a passionate kiss, moaning into his mouth as you fastened your movement. You pressed your clit against his tip, both clothed but you were too far into the clouds to care.

“Cum Sangie. For me.”

Within seconds he let himself go, his underwear staining as a large groan escaped his mouth. Your climax flew over your head with a last thrust, completely soaking your underwear. You kissed his neck softly, getting off his lap and pulling off his boxers quickly. His cock angled in front of you, his cum spilling down the sides as it throbbed uncontrollably. You ran your tongue up the side of his length, sucking on his tip softly as he flinched.

“Can you be good for me Sangie?” Your eyes met his flustered face as you knelt below him, the pleading in his expression behind the mask making your heart flutter.

You took him inside your mouth slowly, bobbing as your hand motioned around his cock. Yeosang’s breath grew shaky as he brushed your hair back softly, his face turning red. You sucked against his length, trailing small kisses as your thumb rubbed his tip gently. He hissed in pleasure, his hips bucking as he begged for your touch.

“Baby, please, I can’t take this teasing.”

You smiled, his hand shaking as he reached to fix the positioning of yours. You quickly hit his hand away, squeezing his tip gently as your eyes turned cold. Yeosang’s back arched, his soft moans now turning into painful groans as you held his cock.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You tilted your head at his fragile figure, removing your hand and kissing his tip gently.

“I’m sorry Sangie, I just like being in control of you.”

You pulled his arm, getting him out of the chair and making him stand. You sat on your knees, looking up at him with a soft smile as his eyes were hidden behind the mask. His hand held your chin, thumb caressing your cheek as you licked his leaking cock. You took his length in your mouth once again, swirling your tongue around his tip. Yeosang threw his head back, motioning his hips upward and fucking your face gently.

“Fuck, just like that. Please fuck me like that..”

You continued your pace, glancing at him every now and then as his knees buckled from the pleasure. You pulled him out of your mouth, jerking him slightly over your tits while he tried to hold his ground.

“You’re doing so well for me, Sangie. You’re such a pretty boy.”

He whimpered as you played with his tip, jerking as your tongue grazed along it. His hand hovered over your head, shaking as he tried his best to hold himself back from both cumming and falling back. You lifted his shirt up, kissing his V-line and leaving small hickeys along this waist.

“My pretty boy.”

Yeosang groaned aloud feeling his climax on edge as you worked his leaking cock.

“Please baby,” his whimpers and pants filled the room, unable to control himself as he begged you to taste him.

“Please taste me, let me cum.”

He ran his fingers through your hair, still trying to ground himself as he felt his knees about the buckle under the pressure at any moment.

“Can’t hold it any longer, please let me.”

You nodded, taking his length in your mouth again and sucking against his skin. Your pace was fastened this time, your hand working just as hard to jerk him off as your lips bobbed a long his tip. His pleads and whimpers only grew louder, soon turning into complete gibberish as hot liquid poured into your mouth. You swallowed him, licking any remains off his dick just to edge him from how sensitive he was.

You stood up from the ground, wiping your mouth and pulling the blindfold off of his eyes. His eyes met your own as you kissed his chin softly, your thumb twirling around his swollen tip. He winced, whimpering as he looked away from your harsh gaze.

“You taste so good Sangie.”

His face was flushed red, too shy to meet your eyes. You pulled his chin to face you, tilting your head at him. He rolled his eyes playfully, glancing at the time on his desk.

“Go wash up and i’ll have dinner started for you, okay?” You nodded, walking towards the door of his office before he stopped you.

“Perhaps I’ll join you in a bit.”

back to valentine’s masterlist

a/n: day 4… chat how are we feeling..? ALSO, sub yeosang??? gotta be my favorite genre..

taglist: @dvrktvnnel @scarfac3 @h4untedgrl @jjongibears @rvereri @joonezra @yyaurii @hwasddeongbyeoli @mingtinysworld @tiredlittlevirgo @honeyhwaaa @evidive @inniesfanblog @nopension

[ghostgirl-22]

Idk why I did this. But since I wrote it yall have to see it (if you choose to read it of course!). Blame my beloved agegap!anon I fear <3

CW: 18+, NSFW, AGE GAP, teacher/student, power dynamics, semi public sex, jealousy, mild possessiveness, super mild D/s

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Original.

Pt 2.

Art can’t really help himself. If he could stop he definitely would… Maybe. He wasn’t a virgin before he had sex with his tennis coach, Patrick Zweig. He’d just never been with a boy before. Now that he’s done it, and done it, and. done. it. All over Patrick’s house. He feels a little more confident in his sexuality. And it’s weird. Because now he’s suddenly getting even more attention.

He’s not a slut. Not really. He doesn’t always give it up. But he likes to tease. And he likes the attention.

A lot.

Probably what he likes even more than the attention is the way it seems to break away at Patrick's ever present cool and calm demeanor.

Art was barely flirting, honestly. Kneeling on Chase Roberts feet so he could do sit-ups. Chase has these really pretty brown eyes that sparkle in the sunlight, and Art wasn’t really straddling him, he was just crawling between his legs to get a closer look. He didn’t expect Chase to sit up and kiss him. Or the other boys to tease and jeer when Chase did it. Chase is smirking at him and Art shoves him back down on his back, licking his lips. “You’re such a freak.”

Chase laughs. ”You can’t blame me for wanting a little taste pretty boy.” Art sits up properly, when he hears Patrick blow his whistle. Conditioned for it by now. Patrick’s looking at him but it’s only for a second before he’s yelling at everyone.

“Enough messing around,” he shouts, “since we’re all in a silly mood without the silly skills to accompany it, we’re all doing fucking drills. He says. “Come on…get up. Line up behind the baseline, middle court. Roberts in front.”

Everyone gets up. Patrick bends over leaning in to whisper in his assistant coach, Meg’s ear. His little purple shorts, forming to his ass, riding up so Art can see more of his muscular thighs. Thighs Art has sat on, that he’s felt hot and warm beneath him while taking the full length of Patrick’s cock. He never felt more grown up. He bites his tongue trying not to get hard.

Coach Meg gets up and pulls on her baseball cap. “Okay everyone we’re doing baseline, mid court, center shots.” She shouts. “For every ball you miss or hit out of bounds you run a lap and get back in line.”

There’s some irritated mumbling as Art gets in line but no one gets too loud for fear it will get worse.

“Donaldson, come with me,” Patrick says. Grabbing his clip board and walking towards the locker rooms. Art looks around and some of his teammates are smirking. Roberts makes a kissy face at him.

“I hope you’re all paying attention,” Coach Meg says, whacking Tyson Wahler with her clipboard when he mimics a sloppy make out. Art grins and hurries to catch up with Patrick.

Art is breathless when they get into the facilities building. “Am I in trouble, coach? Art asks playfully, but Patrick doesn’t really give him anything. Just keeps up his breakneck walking pace.

He approaches his office and pulls open the door, holding it for Art. Art walks in and looks around. He’s probably only been in here once, with a teammate to ask about switching doubles partners because they were both left handed.

Art turns back around to face him. “So what’s the big—“

Patrick covers him mouth and walks him backwards up against the closed office door. “Mm Donaldson, you talk too much.” He’s all in Art’s face. Art’s heart rate speeds up quickly, blood furiously rushing to his cock. “Did you fuck him?”

Art raises his eyebrows.

“You can nod, yes or no. Did you and Roberts fuck?”

Art shakes his head.

“Did you fuck any other boys since the weekend?”

Art shakes his head again. He’s actually falling apart for how fucking hot this feels. Patrick going insane over a little kiss. He licks at Patrick’s palm just to get a taste of him.

Patrick presses his forehead against the wall next to him. “Mm…you have to fucking stop.” He whines and pulls his hand off of Art’s mouth.

“Did you fuck your girlfriend since the weekend?” Art says, grinning as he tries to catch his breath and settle down.

He can’t settle down.

Patrick pushes up against him and he can feel. Fuck. He can feel it. “You’re such a fucking brat,” Patrick whispers in his ear.

“And you’re a pervert, all over me and I’m barely out of high school.” Art breathes as Patrick’s rubbing up against him. “Won’t even let me fuck a boy my own age.”

“No one your age knows how to do it properly,” Patrick whispers.

Art starts sucking kisses into his throat.

���You… fuck… you know you make me crazy. Sitting on my court, showing off that body, crawling on boys laps and letting them… oh fuck it…“ Patrick grips Art by the waist, taking his mouth in a bruising kisses, all while walking him up against the desk and bending him over. Art is pushing back on him while he’s rummaging in his desk drawer. He pulls out a condom and then he’s pumping lotion out to use as lubricant. Art feels his mouth watering. As hot as he was earlier he’s going insane now.

“I knew you’d be this fucking tight still,” Patrick groans as he’s filling Art, big hand covering his mouth to keep him quiet. Or muffled at least. Art licking, talking, moaning against his palm. Fucking in Patrick’s office while the rest of the team is running around the court. Patrick, so frantic and desperate to claim him. Ramming his prostate over and over and over till Art is spilling all over the desk, muscles trembling, head dizzy. God. He can’t believe it took him so long to start. It feels so good getting full on Patrick’s cock. Art wants it every fucking day.

“Holy shit,” Patrick sighs as he’s tying off the condom and easing his shorts back up.

Art’s all dizzy and in love with him. And now he smells a lot like cherry almond lotion.

Patrick settles on his desk chair, manspreading as he pulls out his pack of cigarettes. “I shouldn’t be doing this. Fuck. I’m gonna get caught and get fucking fired.”

“Have you ever done it with a player before?” Art asks, lightly.

“Are you kidding? I’ve done fucked up shit before. I’ve done stupid shit before, but never anything this stupid and fucked up.”

Art sits on the desk, he’s all sore and it feels so good he wiggles just to feel the ache and he puts his foot between Patrick’s thighs.

“If you give me your number, I’ll do whatever you want. I won’t fuck anyone else,” Art says.

Patrick takes a deep breath and pops a cigarette in his mouth before playing with Art’s shoe laces. He then takes the cigarette out of his mouth like he’s just realized he’s still inside. “No you’re a kid. You’re gonna be calling me and texting me at insane hours asking for things that I’m gonna fucking do because I have no self control. And I’m gonna end up seeing them blown up on a board in front of the school ethics committee.”

”I won’t say anything bad. I swear.” Art says. “If I’m horny I’ll just send you an eggplant emoji. Like 39 times. Isn’t that how old you are? Or is it one for good luck?”

Patrick snorts. “Get up and go back to practice, you little shit. And tell Megan we were in here talking about that recruiter that was here last week.”

Art shrugs and pushes himself off of the desk. “Can you come with me?”

“I’ll be there in 5 minutes… I promise.”

Art sighs and lingers to the point where Patrick just smiles. “Fine, come on. You get so fucking clingy after.”

“No I don't," Art says, defensive and a little warm because it’s true… Art does want to be around him. Though he doesn’t think clingy is the word.

Patrick straightens his office and Arts hair and checks himself in the mirror before they leave. He lights up as soon as they get outside. Art falls into lock step with him. “Try to relax— cause as soon as we get up there, you’re not sitting around me, it’s gonna be laps. And no more fucking kissing Roberts or anyone else.”

“I’ll try not to,” Art says grinning, knowing that if this is his punishment he might just kiss everyone on the team.

(Btw…Other anon with the brilliant ask in this au I can’t resist — I’m totally coming to that! A thousand percent! Trust!)

[simeon-lovergirl]

"Reminder" Sylus x Reader/MC

TW: Kind of dub-con???, biting, making out, smut-ish, dry humping, a bit of a banter, fighting (mentioned briefly, not too explicit), toxicity, Sylus is obssesed with you hehe🤭

WC: 5308

A/N: I tried to write something. I always have my mind filled with ideas but rarely write them down, and if I do it's always a poorly written drabble that I almost never post; or if I do I always delete it, but today I wanted to work on it and leave laziness behind. I hope you enjoy it, have a nice day🥰

Sylus watches you closely, a smirk curling on his lips. He's ready to strike if you attack again, but for now, you're just trying to catch your breath, still recovering from his blows.

At this point, it's obvious he's a little obsessed with you– why else would he send those crows to follow you? He's been keeping an eye on you, waiting to see how much stronger you've gotten since the last time he saw you.

And, oddly enough, it pleases him. Seeing you grow stronger. Watching your pretty face twist in anger, your hands struggling to block his attacks, your breath coming out in ragged gasps– all because of him.

Just like right now.

Sylus pauses for a moment, his gaze flickering down to his hands. You dodged his last attack too easily. Oh, you've been training. He can tell. And, of course, that means you deserve a little reward.

His smirk widens as he catches the confusion on your face. "You..." he murmurs, stepping towards you. His slow, deliberate movements send a shiver down your spine. Adorable.

You instinctively take a step back, expecting another attack, but instead, his hands cup your face– firm, unyielding– and he pulls you in.

"You've gotten stronger," Sylus whispers against your lips. Then he kisses you.

Your breath hitches as he suddenly kisses you, a surprised sound escaping your lips as your hands press against his chest.

"What the fuck!?"

He chuckles against your lips, feeling your hands push against him in protest "Oh, come on, don't act like you don't like it," he teases, trailing kisses down your neck as he slowly presses you against the stone wall.

"Don't act like you didn't miss me," he murmurs against your skin, his hands sliding down to your hips, gripping them roughly– holding you in place.

You gasp as his lips continue their path, a shiver running up your spine at the coldness of the wall. Your back arches involuntarily, pressing you closer to him.

You and Sylus have always been caught in this cycle– intense, fleeting, a tug of war that never truly ends. It never lasted long, just a few days before you finally gave in to your desires. Then, he would disappear– almost– completely, and before you knew it, it would all start again.

It was toxic.

But, god, it felt so good.

Just as good as he was making you feel right now, driving you crazy with the way his hands started wandering up to cup your chest, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving marks in their path.

It was going to happen. Again.

You sigh, letting desire take over, throwing everything out the window and simply giving in, gripping his strong biceps to ground yourself. You let out a sharp whimper when he bites down on your neck, and he takes it as the signal that you want this just as much as he does.

He licks where he bit you, a low hum of satisfaction escaping him. The soft sounds you make– gasps, whimpers, needy little moans– only fuel his hunger for more.

"There we go.. good girl", he whispers against your ear, his hands massaging your chest before they slowly move down to your hips. He grips them tightly, pulling you towards him, letting you feel the evidence of his arousal, making you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation.

He moves with purpose, slowly lifting your top and tossing it aside, his gaze darkening as he realizes you opted out of wearing a bra today.

A smirk tugs at his lips. "What a pleasant surprise," he murmurs before leaning down, wrapping his lips around a sensitive peak, his expert tongue flicking against it while his hips press firmly into yours. The friction, with the layers of clothing between you; adds a rough friction that makes you gasp and squirm in his grasp.

His hands grip your thighs, hoisting you up and pressing you harder against the wall, caging you in. The cold stone against your back contrasts with the burning heat of his body, making your nerves tingle. His lips find yours again, kissing you breathlessly, tongues tangling, teeth grazing, the heat between you both rising with every movement.

"Did you miss me?" you challenge between kisses, your voice breathy and teasing.

He hums, pulling back just enough to cup your chin, tilting your face up so he can drink in the sight of you– disheveled, flushed, beautifully marked by him. The dim lighting of his base only adds to the intimacy of the moment, shadows playing over his sharp features as he admires you.

"Of course I did," he murmurs before capturing your lips again, this time slower, deeper.

You tug at his shirt, craving skin-to-skin contact, and he chuckles at your eagerness. But he obliges, pulling away just long enough to yank it over his head before pressing his bare chest against yours. The heat of his skin against your own makes you gasp, but before you can even react, he steals your breath away with another fierce kiss.

One of his hands slides down, gripping your inner thigh, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin. He groans lowly against your lips as he rolls his hips into yours, savoring the way your body reacts to him.

Sylus takes in the sight of you– trapped between him and the wall, breathless, flushed, completely at his mercy. His lips ghost over your jaw, down your throat, claiming you with each bite and kiss.

"Such a pretty thing," he murmurs against your skin, his voice laced with desire. "All mine. Let me remind you of that."

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Marriage Problems Chapter 4

Summary: They’ve been married for 19 years, their 20th anniversary coming up soon.  Older, busier, and stuck on the repeat of their daily lives, Y/N and Bucky are struggling.  Their marriage is good, but feeling rocky the last few years as they’ve settled into this stage of their lives.  Can they get their spark back?  Or is it better to do the unthinkable, and move on without each other?

Warnings:  language, forced kiss, eventual smut

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Bucky quietly walked inside the house.  What was usually his sanctuary now felt like it held impending doom.  He and Y/N were just barely starting to get on a better footing with each other.  They were supposed to go on a date tomorrow night.  Why did something like this have to happen now?  He trudged up the stairs slowly, the fear and trepidation making him feel dizzy.  He opened his bedroom door, finding Y/N sitting on their bed reading a book.  She looked up at him and smiled.

“Hey Buck.  How was the party?” she asked sweetly.

Bucky smiled back at her hesitantly.  “It was, um, fun, at first,” he said.  “Good to catch up with Steve.”

“What do you mean ‘at first’?  What happened?” Y/N asked, setting aside her book on the nightstand.

Bucky closed the door, walked to her side of the bed and sat facing her next to her crossed legs.  He reached for her hands, and she met him halfway, letting him hold her hands as he kept his gaze down.  “Something…happened,” he whispered.

Y/N’s hands squeezed his.  “What happened?  You’re scaring me, Bubbas.”

Bucky’s heart felt like it was going to explode.  She called him the pet name he hadn’t heard in a long time, but he was also going to possibly hurt her right afterwards.  He met her gaze.  “A girl from work came on to me tonight,” he said.

Y/N blinked.  “Okay,” she said.

“I told her no, but then she…she kissed me,” Bucky’s voice cracked as he stifled a sob.  

Y/N’s eyes widened, and she stared at him for a good long while.  Bucky felt like he was shrinking under her unyielding stare, but he didn’t dare look or pull away.  He felt her try to pull her hands out of his grasp but he tightened his hold.  “No, please,” he gasped.  “I…I didn’t want it.  She just did it, and I froze because I was in shock, but I pushed her away.”  Y/N’s eyes started to fill with tears.  “Pretty mama, please,” Bucky begged, shifting toward her as his own tears started to fall.  “All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, is you.  Please, you have to believe me.”  She shut her eyes tight and shook her head, fighting back her own cries.  Bucky let go of her hands and cupped her face in his hands.  “Y/N, please.  Please please please, I’m so sorry.  I should have walked away sooner, I should have said no louder, I shouldn’t have frozen.  My love,” he kissed her cheek and she sniffled sadly.  “My pretty mama,” he kissed the tip of her nose.  “My everything.  Baby, please.”

“I believe you,” Y/N whispered.  Bucky pulled away just enough to look at her.  “I do,” she reassured him.  “I just…I’m sorry.  I just couldn’t stop envisioning it and…I’m feeling a lot of very conflicting things right now.”

“I understand,” Bucky nodded.  “I am, too.  I’m so angry, and I was so scared.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel afraid to tell me,” Y/N said, looking at him sadly.  “I know I haven’t…I haven’t been very, good to be with for a while now–”

Bucky huffed a watery laugh.  “We’ve been in a weird spot lately,” he agreed.  “But that doesn’t mean I’m going anywhere.”

Y/N sniffed again and sighed heavily before smiling timidly at him.  “Me neither,” she promised.  

He leaned his forehead against hers.  “Can I ask for something?” he whispered.

“What?” she whispered back.

“I-I need to get it out of my head,” he said.  “I need your lips to be the last on mine.  It just doesn’t feel right.  Please,” he angled his head, his nose nuzzling her nose and his lips hovering over hers.  

Y/N’s eyelids fluttered at his closeness, and when he met her gaze he saw the desire there that he hadn’t seen for a while.  Her eyes flickered across his face, then she slightly nodded.  That was all the permission he needed, and he leaned in and gently kissed her.  Y/N slowly kissed him back, her lips featherlight against his.  But within a few seconds she suddenly reached out and gripped his shirt in her fingers, pulling him toward her harder, angling her head to deepen the kiss.  Bucky whimpered, his hands moving to the back of her neck then down her back.  Their combined breathing got heavier, pants and sighs filling the room as he hoisted her up and into his lap, having her straddle him as he licked into her mouth, tasting her tongue with his own.  

Y/N’s hips started to grind on top of him, and he shuddered at how good it felt to have her on him like this again.  “Can I have you, pretty mama?” Buck whispered, kissing down to her neck and nipping at her ear.  “God, please let me have you.”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.  “Please Bubbas.”

He groaned at the pet name then flipped them over so she was on her back.  He quickly stripped her of her pajamas and underwear, pulling his own clothes off in record time before hovering over her, his hands exploring her like she was brand new.  And in a lot of ways, she was.  “I’ve missed you,” he said as he kissed down her chest to her breasts, giving them plenty of attention after not seeing them for so long.  

“I’ve missed you, too,” Y/N whispered, her fingers running through his hair and scratching his scalp the way he liked.

It sent shivers down his spine and he smiled against her skin.  Bucky and Y/N used to have a good sex life, making time for each other and taking care of each other regularly, so it was strange for them to not indulge in one another for so long.  This felt like their first time all over again, getting reacquainted with the way her body had changed after three kids and the beginning stages of aging.  Bucky wasn’t as fit as he used to be, either, but Y/N’s hands still felt him all over as if he was the most handsome thing she’d ever seen.

Bucky’s kisses slid down her body until he reached her pussy, and he situated himself on the bed so he could wrap his arms around her thighs and spread her wide open for him.  “I haven’t, um, shaved for a while,” Y/N said suddenly, sounding hesitant.

“I don’t care,” Bucky shook his head, smirking at her before he dipped his head down and started eating her out.  Y/N gasped, her hips twitching and bucking against his face.  His grip on her thighs tightened, not letting her squirm away from him.  Y/N’s hands were shaking by her sides, and at a particularly fast flicking of his tongue against her clit she reached down and gripped his hair in her right hand, her left hand resting against the side of his face, randomly scratching at his beard.  

Bucky reached one hand back around from her thigh, bringing it up to her pussy.  His fingers rubbed at her lower lips as he focused his mouth on her clit.  She was already becoming so wet for him that he smiled as he prodded one finger at her entrance, slowly pushing it all the way in until he was second knuckle deep.  Y/N whined quietly, and it made him feel proud at getting a noise out of her, something so involuntary and primal.  He slowly added a second finger inside her, lapping at her clit and her lips.  He was slow and gentle in his movements in and out of her, curling his fingers just lightly inside as his other hand guided her hips gyrating on his face and his hand.

He hummed against her, pulling a shudder through her whole body, her legs shaking over his shoulders.  Bucky sucked on her clit harshly, his fingers picking up in pace.  Y/N’s hips bucked against his face, and his arm still wrapped around her leg moved up to hold her down over her hips.  “Cum for me, Y/N,” he groaned.  

Y/N stiffened, her fingers nearly ripping at his hair as she slapped a hand over her mouth and moaned, cumming all over his fingers.  Bucky licked up everything he could, prolonging her orgasm for as long as possible as he lazily pumped his fingers in and out of her a while longer.  He finally came to a stop and pulled them out, sucking them into his mouth as he sat up and situated himself between her legs.  

“Fuck, Bubbas,” Y/N sighed.  “Holy shit…”

Bucky leaned down and kissed her, letting her taste the last remnants of herself on his lips.  “You did so good, pretty mama.  So good for me.”  He leaned back up and gripped his cock in his hand, stroking himself and then slapping his cock against her clit, making her jerk and moan.  “How do you want me, love?”

“Like this,” Y/N said, looking up at him pleadingly.  “Just this, please.”

“Are you sure?” Bucky smirked, running the tip of his cock through her slit.  “I’ll do whatever you want.  What does this pretty little pussy need?”  Y/N’s hips shook as he nudged her clit again.  “Does it need to be filled?”

“Yes!” she whimpered.

Bucky couldn’t wait any longer.  It had been too long, and after getting to taste her and have her at his mercy now, his cock was throbbing in need.  “Alright, pretty mama,” he said lowly.  He aimed himself at her entrance, then slowly started pushing in.  They both winced at the tightness and the stretch, and Bucky could tell she hadn’t been masturbating or doing anything to take care of herself for a long time.  “Fuck, love, so tight,” he hissed.  “Jesus, it’s been so long.  You haven’t done anything?  At all?”

Y/N shook her head, looking embarrassed.  “I was just…too tired.  Too busy.”

Bucky whimpered.  Not only had they taken advantage of Y/N and all she did for them, but she had given up taking care of herself in multiple ways to keep up with the demands of their family life.  He leaned down and started kissing and licking at her nipples, helping to stimulate her.  “I’m so sorry, pretty mama,” he murmured against her skin.  “You deserve the world, and I couldn’t give that to you–”

“No,” Y/N said, pulling his head up as he finally slid all the way in.  She kissed him sweetly, running her fingers through his hair.  “You’ve worked so hard for me, for all of us.  I was trying to help take on the rest.  But all I did was end up burning myself out.”

Bucky nuzzled his nose against her cheek, kissing her all over her face.  “I’m still sorry,” he murmured.  “Can you forgive me?”

Y/N’s chest shook on a sob as he rolled his hips into her.  “I forgive you,” she whispered, her lips trembling.

Bucky sighed as he held her close, continuing to kiss her everywhere he could reach.  “Thank you.  Thank you, Y/N,” he whispered back, not trusting his voice.  He licked and sucked at her neck as his hips picked up the pace, but still thrusting into her slowly.  He wanted to take his time, to feel her and indulge in her.  Y/N’s arms wrapped around his back, her nails scratching down his shoulder blades as he pushed into her as far as he could.  Her hot, panting breaths huffed over his neck and shoulder, her sweet little moans and whimpers tickling his ear, and he swore he’d never heard anything more beautiful in his life.  After a torturous amount of time for Bucky to hold off on his pleasure, he could feel her pussy flutter around him.  “Fuck, you gonna cum, pretty mama?  Yeah?  Cum all over my cock while I fill you up?”

Y/N shivered, nodding frantically as her hands moved down his back to his ass, her fingers digging into the cheeks of his ass and pulling him into her harder.  “Bubbas…Bubbas please.  Bucky…”

“You want it harder?” Bucky smirked, pulling away just enough to look at her, staying within inches of her face.  “You want me to fuck you hard, love?”

“Yes!” Y/N squeaked.  “Fuck me harder.  Faster!”

Bucky positioned himself slightly differently and held her tight.  “Whatever you want, mama,” he said, then started thrusting fast and hard into her.

Y/N gasped, her mouth falling open wide.  She hugged him tight again, trying to hold in any loud moans so they wouldn’t wake up the kids.  “Oh my god!” she loudly whispered.

“That’s it, Y/N, take it!  Show me you forgive me, love.  Show me you forgive me with your cum,” he grunted.

Y/N started shaking uncontrollably, then choked on a sharp gasp and stiffened under him.  Her head wrenched back and before she could scream Bucky kissed her hard, swallowing her noises as she came.  Her pussy clamped down impossibly hard on his cock, her cum drenching his hips and the sheets below, her nails digging into his back.  The mix of pain and pleasure spurred Bucky on as he fucked her through her orgasm then finally came deep inside her, pumping her full like he said he would, his own loud groan being covered by her kiss.

Y/N twitched from the rippling pleasure, and Bucky slowly broke the kiss, his lips grazing across her face and down her neck.  “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re amazing,” he whispered.  “Thank you for forgiving me.  Thank you, my pretty mama.  My love.  Shit…” he shuddered as her pussy fluttered around him with the aftershocks of her orgasm.  “You feel so good.  God, I love you.”

“I love you,” Y/N murmured, her hands softly rubbing his back, soothing out the scratches she caused.  “I love you Bubbas.  Love you…I’m so sorry–”

“I’m sorry, too,” Bucky said, kissing her lips.  “But we can work through it, right?  Together?”

She smiled at him.  “Yeah.  You and me against the world, right?”

He smiled at their little mantra they used to say to each other all the time.  “You and me against the world.”

@cjand10 @sebastians-love @sherwoodforesttales @shanksstrawhat @sagexsenorita @abaker74 @vunblr @doodle-with-rhyrhy

[finishhimwithlove]

Mortal Kombat X Reader Headcanons

Bi-Han X Reader

TW: Alcohol, Cringe by yours truly, Bi-Han being drink, Bi-Han being possessive, A little suggestive maybe?

Description: Drunk!Bi-Han X Reader

It is not often that Bi-Han allows himself to cut loose, let alone loose enough to get drunk, but leave it to Johnny to push his buttons just enough

By the end of the night both Tomas and Kuai Liang will be passed out drunk while Bi-Han struggles to put down another drink because Johnny won't stop challenging him

It's almost cute how red Bi-Han's cheeks are and how hard he's trying to keep up his grumpy expression before it melts into a dazed tiredness at the sight of you

He's uncharacteristically open with his affection for you, simply leaning back and gesturing for you to sit in his lap before taking a shot and grimacing

"Give up yet, Snow Cone?"

"I won't lose to the likes of you, Cage."

Not one to pass up an opportunity for Bi-Han's attention, you sit yourself in his lap while draping your arms over his shoulders before giving Johnny an exasperated look

"Don't feed into his teasing, he only wants a rise out of you."

Bi-Han is hardly even listening to you, his eyes fluttering shut as you ghost your fingers over his eyebrows and up his forehead to fix a few stray strands of hair

His drunkenness and exhaustion begin to take over as he leans into your touch, resting his overly warm cheek on your chest and hugging your hips while he glares at Johnny from across the table

"You're right, he's not even worth my time."

"Hey!"

You're able to tell that he's quite proud of himself for getting a reaction out of Johnny, not even needing to see his face to feel the small smirk there before you tap his cheek to bring his attention to you

In his drunken state, Bi-Han immediately forgets his surroundings the moment his eyes lock with yours, leaning up for a kiss before being brought back to reality by a sudden sleepy groan from Tomas

Bi-Han is definitely not pouting that he didn't get to taste your lips and he's especially not pouting because you're moving off of his lap despite his strong arms urging you to stay

"Let's get your brothers to bed, they will wake up sore and regretful of their choices in the morning."

He has a sour look on his face that tells you he doesn't care, but his mind is too fuzzy to argue with you, hefting Kuai Liang over his shoulder with an ease that makes you flush

You're about to try and pick up Tomas when Bi-Han is growling at Johnny to get him for you, the two of them still bickering at each other as they walk away

Later when he stumbles into your bedroom, frustrated with trying to get his clothes off and obviously needing help, Bi-Han will try to shrug off your efforts to help until you manage to wrestle him onto the bed

The entire time you're helping him undress he is huffing and trying his best to look annoyed while he's clearly embarrassed, mumbling something about not needing your help

The moment you crawl on top of him to take off his top he stops his whining, suddenly finding his face in your chest and taking comfort in your scent

Large hands come to rest on your hips as he holds you in place, rolling the two of you over so that he is on top, still keeping his face buried between your mounds

"Bi-Han..?"

He's quiet for a long time, resting all his weight on you and breathing steadily as he hides his pretty face in your skin, you would almost believe he had fallen asleep

It's your turn to blush now, gently running your hands up and down his upper back and shoulder blades, your chest soaking up the sound of a groan as you scratch the back of his neck

All it takes for him to succumb to the alcohol finally is for you to let down his hair, carding your fingers through dark locks and gently grazing his scalp, he immediately melts into your touch

You can't help but blush as he bullies your legs apart and slots himself between them, using you as his pillow as he starts to drift off to sleep

You best hope you're comfortable in the position you're in because this man is HEAVY, and you will NOT be wiggling out of this until he is awake again

You are his precious pillow the rest of the night and your scent soothes him even in his darkest dreams but luckily, he's like a weighted blanket for you

He let's you get him some water and does his best to chug it with grace, his hair a mess and face pale but is uncharacteristically quiet as you wipe down his forehead with a damp cloth

The next morning, when Bi-Han finally wakes up, he's embarrassed to admit that he's got a hangover but you're able to tell by the way he's dragging himself out of bed

He will groggily run his hands up and down your legs and sides before lifting himself up off of you reluctantly, taking in the sight of you waking up

You can tell that he feels miserable by how he lets you baby him without complaint, letting you brush his hair and put it in a bun for him before helping him put his clothes on

Bi-Han is reluctant to leave your side, leaning on you and resting his head on your shoulder as he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath

"You are a good woman, Y/N..."

The sound of your soft laugher actually makes his head hurt a little less... or maybe it's the kiss you press to his forehead as you smooth his hair back

"I am yours, Bi-Han~"

That crumb of affirmation is all Bi-Han needed to push through his hangover and get through his day training the Lin Kuei while handling his two hungover brothers

Kuai Liang and Tomas are both dumbfounded by how unaffected their brother seems to be, the two of them admittedly sluggish due to migraines

"Just what sort of cure does Bi-Han use after a night of drinking..?"

"I do not know... but we should try to acquire some of it for ourselves."

The two of them suddenly jump as Bi-Han claps a hand on each of their shoulders and glares at them

"I will not share my woman."

[acexsmhking]

Please do Neuvillette x Reader, let your imagination go wild, I just need a Neuvi x Reader . (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥

(𝗮𝗱𝗷.) 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲; 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵

: ̗̀➛ Neuvilette x FEM!Reader

Summary: Your busy husband comes back home from long trails and Judgement. He wants to spend the rest of his day on you

Warning(s): 18+ content, AFAB!Reader, POC!Reader in mind but not described, p in v, mentions of oral, inhuman cock, mentions of blood, slightly monster-fucking, knotting, breeding, biting, degrading-praise,

It was a thankfully sunny day in Fontaine, the melusines were busy braiding and decorating your hair. Your beloved daughter’s putting a wide arrange of rainbow roses, and lumidouce bells. You sat on the porch, relaxing in the comfortable outside furniture. A few of the lovely girls curled against your sides while some were by your feet playing with sea shells and rocks from the beach. While they were on their breaks, the girls closets to you switched ‘duties with their mother’ as Manaia had said. Of course, Neuvilette wasn’t here to be a bit firmer with them so they could greedily bask in their mother’s attention and presence.

Speaking of your beloved husband, he was away of course, on work. Since the day had been bright thus far it was probably only a few misdemeanors, maybe just some misunderstood gossip. You were grateful that for the past week your husband was in a cheerful mood as it hadn’t rain in a week. Not even a cloud in the sky. You could hear giggles from the girls behind you, soft plopping of your hair.

“What are you little ones up to?” You mused, glancing back at Aeife and Blathine. “Nothing, Mama! But we are doing so good!” Blathine giggled, Aeifei nodded raising your half completed braid slightly. “We gonna give Monsieur Neuvilette a matching one!” She laughed, they continued weaving your hair. You simply shook your head, chuckling at them. The girls, no matter which, all agreed to do Neuvilette’s hair before he went off to work.

Your fingers twirled Grana’s hair tuffs as she laid peacefully on your lap. Her hand holding her sister Flo’s, who was on your other side. You looked back suddenly as your heard the door creak open, a shuffle sound coming. “Bonsoir, Monsieur Neuvilette!” The girls chimed together, running to greet him at the door. Helping him dust off his clothes as they told him stories of their days. Neuvilette smiled, patting their heads and finger-combing their hair. “Look look! Doesn’t Mama’s hair look pretty. We’ll give you a matching braid tomorrow Monsieur Neuvilette.” Elphane smiled, showing off your hair.

Neuvilette nodded, hand on your waist as the other pulled the braid forward. “Oui oui, it looks lovely, Mes petits amours.” Neuvilette chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “How was your day, My love?” He hummed, rubbing the tips of your noses together. “It was very peaceful, mostly just lounging as the girls had their fun.” You said, wrapping your arms around his side. The girls spent a bit more time with you both before leaving. Each having their jobs to go off and continue on.

You laid on the bed as Neuvilette rested on you. His arms were firmly wrapped around you as you played with his hair. Massaging his scalp, one of Neuvilette’s hands wondered. Roaming over your sides to the fat of your hips, moving his head to look into your eyes. “Yes, my love?” You hummed, combing through his bangs to get a better look of his face. “Just admiring my wife’s beauty..” He mumbled, hand squeezing your thighs. Pulling back to bring your leg upon his side, touch moving up to your calf as he kissed your ankle. You giggled, resting your calf on his shoulder as he did the same to the other leg.

“Tu sens divinement bon, Mon amour.” He ruffed, deep voice becoming raspier as he pressed his pelvis against you. You could feel his growing need, your one leg slipping down to his hips to pull him closer. You reached out, beckoning to him. Neuvilette dipped down, pressing a kiss to your nose before kissing your lips. The kiss was soft yet passionate. Your arms wrapping around his neck, fingers wondering to his soft locs. He pulled back again, but only slightly, running his lips down your jaw to your shoulder. You could feel the outline of fangs as he pressed kisses against your skin.

“Sois prudente, Neuvilette!” You giggled, goosebumps forming on your skin at the threat of his teeth. You knew your darling husband would never hurt you.. well, not unless you wanted it. You sighed, pulling him closer, subconsciously grinding your hips into him. It was rare the Almighty hydro Sovereign had breaks like this, well it was rare for anyone in Fontaine. Neuvilette planned on spending the rest of the day and night worshipping his sweet wife. He grunted when you began pulling on his clothes, shrugging off his work shirt and tugging your house gown. His lips roamed on every inch of skin that was revealed, fangs ever so slightly nipping your skin. You were perfect, from every tiny detail. He loved you.

You could feel it, not just his hard cock pressing against you. No, but how he held you, how he worshipped you. A divinity being so gentle with a mere mortal like you? You matched Neuvilette as best you could, kissing wherever he let you. Too wrapped up in kissing you that he barely gave you the opportunity. You just smiled however, turning over when he nudged you, pressing the fat of your ass against him. Neuvilette groaned, handing running up and down your shoulders as he leaned forward. His tongue ran up the nape of your neck, his teeth threatening to break your skin as he bit into it. You whined, rubbing further against him.

Neuvilette hummed, pulling back on his hunches as he spread your cheeks. Your hole slowly clenched in on itself, the beginnings of your excitement leaking. You bite your lips as you felt Neuvilette’s finger push into you, hands gripping the bedsheet for stability. Your walls were wet, but not quite ready. He was gentle at first, allowing you to grow comfortable as always before pushing them in and out. You could feel his dull nails so gently curl into you, mind becoming a haze as you rocked into him. Meeting the movements of his hand, he rubbed your back.

“Mon doux amour, ta chatte m'a manqué.” He cooed, massaging the spot between your shoulder blades. Your moans were muffled as you hid your face into the pillow. Neuvilette didn’t take his eyes off of you, watching your hole becoming more and more needy. It delighted him, a sick twisted feeling watching your genuine yearning for him. You huffed when you felt his fingers leave you, grumbling and wiggling your ass at him. He hummed, pressing against you again as he leaned forward. Grabbing your hair and pulling you back to look at him.

He brought his fingers to your mouth, you obeyed immediately. Sucking on them, you could taste yourself. Your eyes however remained glued to his face, watching how his eyes lidded watching you. You teased him, pulling his fingers out as you licked between them, pressing against him more meaningfully. You could feel the heat of his cock, the barbs rubbing against your soaked lips. “Ok, jolie fille. Je te donnerai ce que tu veux.” He laughed, pulling a pillow with him as he got back into position. He fluffed the pillow under your hips before moving himself to align with you. You held in a breath as he slowly pushed into you.

Your toes curled, you were sure no matter how many times you and your husband had sex nothing could compare to actually feeling him enter you. Feeling as every ridge and bump pressed into you, at times dragging on the lips of your hole before finally managing to sink in. Neuvilette stilled once he bottomed out in you. He pressed soft, wet kisses along your back as he waited for you to adjust. He was.. heavy. Thick and long with a noticeable weight to it. You already felt full, ever so uncomfortable as you let yourself settle around him. “Doing so well, My love. So well.” He praised, giving you a small roll of his hips. You hummed, taking a few more breaths before adjusting your hips.

He gave you slowly rolls of his hips before pulling in and out. His teeth clenched feeling your grip against him. It was so warm and tight, he could be more than satisfied just staying in you. But you were a greedy little thing. You wouldn’t be satisfied until he knotted you, keeping you glued against him as he filled you. Your sighs soon turned to loud moans as he sped up. Chocking on your words as you felt his barbs drag against your walls. Tingles shooting along your spine as you bit your lip.

Neuvilette’s nails moved from your hips to the bed, nails almost tearing the fine sheets as they dug in. He needed to compose himself but you felt too good. This happened too often, he always lost himself in you. One hand reached to you, grabbing your neck and stuffing your face in the pillows as the other gripped your hip. His pace was becoming harsher, he wanted to please you. To make you satisfied. And satisfied you are as tears blurred your vision, ankles lazily trying to anchor around his thighs.

Nothing but sounds of pleasure and the wet squelching of your cunt could be heard in the room. You could feel prick of his sharp nails begin to dig into your neck as they grew. Eyes rolling back as you began moving yourself. Desperately trying to match his fast pace. You needed him, it had been weeks since the last time you felt him. Only ever having toys or his mouth to use quickly. But it didn’t compare, as much as you loved his tongue. It didn’t compare to the feeling of him bloating you, completely filling you.

“Neuvi!! Please, fuck, please need more.” He grunted, brows furrowed as he worked himself into you. Both your bodies covered in a fine sheen of sweat, headboard banging against the wall. His grip on your neck didn’t tighten.. but it also didn’t loosen. He held you firm, holding you down. You could feel that familiar pressure, feeling his knot growing against you. Your hips frantic as you tried pressing it in. Neuvilette growled, a deep warning rumble from the back his throat as he tightened his grip on your hips. Your moan was pathetic and broken, tears escaping your eyes.

Neuvilette curled into you, nuzzling his face in your neck. You felt divine, absolutely divine. He wished he could keep you like this all the time. Exhausted and desperate for him. Torn between holding him closer and trying to find grounding. Drool slowly crept from your lips, pooling into the pillow below you. Neuvilette’s fangs once again pressed against you, however this time they were pressing into your skin. You struggled just a bit at the pain, the fat of his knot now hard against you. Neuvilette’s arms wrapped around you, drooling dribbling onto you. Your toes curled again, hands gripping the bedsheets as his fangs finally broke your skin.

The taste of you.. feeling your walls convulse around him. It was all too much. He pressed his knots into you, the added pressure making you yelp. You felt two of his fingers pinch your clit as you rode out your high. The pressure of him, the pressure of his fangs. They overwhelmed you, shaking against him before your body calmed. However, Neuvilette stayed glued to you, unmoving. You could feel him shiver here and there but he stayed buried in you, all of him. His fangs were first to leave you, tongue immediately wiping the blood. It smoothed the aching skin, red indents of his other teeth standing proud.

Gently, he pulled himself out of you. Deflating knot less stubborn, globs of his cum leaked out. Onto the bed sheets. Your hips sagged against the pillow holding them up. Neuvilette chuckled as he massaged your legs, helping them unclench from their position. Your arms were wobbly as you tried pushing yourself up. Neuvilette held you, rubbing his nose against yours as you both settled into the bed. Your nerves were jittery, you playfully pushed against him. “More?” You pleaded, watery eyes looking at him. Neuvilette huffed at you. “Yes, My love. But after your break. It’s been too long for your body to just immediately get back at it.” You pouted but didn’t protest further.

He was right… everything in you ached and you were sure if you cough the wrong way everything would just spill out. “ ‘m messy.” You giggled, snuggling into his arms. He hummed, giving you a squeeze before laying you all the way back. Kissing his way back down your body, tongue licking at the sweat on your skin. Your hands racked through his hair as he settled between your legs, thighs resting on his shoulders.

“Dois-je te nettoyer, ma femme?”

: ̗̀➛ This is for the lovely @theredservant . Sorry this took so long but I’m so happy I got it out to you!! Thank you everyone for your patience with me. Love you all so much, remember to drink water and stay safe!! — Ace

[shawtylex09]

⋆˙⟡ Falling. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⟡⋆˙

⋆.˚✮Valentine’s Day story 3/14✮˚.⋆

I feel like cavetown is Izuku’s fav artist, so here you go, one of my fav songs from them.

Enjoy lovelies✧˖°.

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Izuku had no idea how he’d gotten to this point. He had no idea how he ended up here.

See, the thing was, Izuku was a fanboy at heart, and whenever he met someone with an amazing quirk or charming personality, he wanted to know more about them, and part of himself admired that person.

But this was different, and he didn’t know what it was.

He thought it was just admiring one of his friends, then he tried to blame his fanboy tendencies, but that never seemed to quell the flutter in his heart when you looked his way.

Whenever you so much as glanced at him, and gave him that toothy grin with your pearly whites, Izuku’s knees weakened and he found himself (sometimes literally) tripping over himself.

The worst part? He didn’t understand why.

Izuku was usually much better at handling his emotions or at least coming to realize his stance on things, but you flipped that on its head. It’s not like he had any problems with you! In fact, quite the opposite. He loved being around you, the casual way you two would make beaded bracelets and talk about nothing in particular made him feel at home.

The way you listened as he ranted about some video game or how you would ask him genuine questions about the hero he was talking about- he didn’t feel like a burden with you.

Izuku felt like you saw him for who he was, more than just a nerd and more than just a fanboy. He felt heard, he felt cared about.

He truly didn’t think much of the hugs, the affectionate ways you’d toy with his curls, the way you’d lean against him in the commons, or how you’d hold his hand as the two of you walked down the halls at school.

It wasn’t his fault he was so…oblivious, after all, he had no experience with girls, so he just figured this was one of the ways girls showed their value of their friends, he had seen you hug Mina, kissing each other on the cheek as you greeted each other, so maybe it was normal?

Izuku nodded to himself, it was definitely normal behavior, and it wasn’t like he was complaining, he didn’t exactly have a problem with you hugging around his middle, resting your head against him as you enjoyed the movie playing in the commons.

He lazily ran his fingers through your hair, not too focused on the movie as he thought about why his heart still sped up a bit thanks to your cuddling into his side.

Maybe he was just happy to have you around? But then why did his stomach flutter so lightly?

Izuku sighed softly and looked down at you, smiling a bit as he saw your head resting against his right peck, his arm around you and a blanket draped over your shoulders as his fingers combed through your silky locks.

He faintly felt his cheeks heat up as you closed your eyes, pressing your face to the muscle of his chest and letting out a heavy sigh, your eyes closed as you drank in his affection.

Izuku’s heart stuttered in his chest, and he felt a surge of affection wash over him. He smiled softly, feeling so incredibly lucky to have a friend like you trust him the way you did. It meant a lot to Izuku.

He was snapped out of his daze by your soft hum, and gentle voice. “Hey..Izuku?” You asked softly, your eyes half lidded and obviously tired. It made sense, the training from that day left a lot of the class worn and wary.

He felt his heart skip a beat. Your face was so cute-

What..? Cute..?

What a silly thought.

“Yeah?” He blinked away the odd thought that popped into his mind, smiling down at you warmly and trying to quell away the questionable blush on his cheeks.

You yawned and rested your head against the smooth plane of his shoulder “do you think you could walk me to my room?” You asked, your tone tired and soft.

Izuku smiled a little. In all honesty, he’d pretty much do anything you needed, and often he found himself a bit too eager to assist you. Need help carrying something? Izuku would offer. Did you need some help on the homework? Borrow Izuku’s notes. Need someone to rub your back? Izuku’s hands work the best.

He didn’t have a real reason why he loved assisting you, he didn’t feel like you were using his kindness for your personal gain, because he knew how much he meant to you (at least he thought he knew), and you knew how much you meant to him.

“Oh! Sure N/n, are you wanting to go now?” He asked, his cheeks warming slightly as you smiled up at him, the bleary look on your face rather.. no no no, not again, Izuku.

You nodded and yawned, tightening your arms around his middle “yeah..I’m getting pretty tired and am probably ready for bed..” you said quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone else who might have been watching the movie.

He felt that feeling rise in his chest once again, offering a nod to try and distract himself from the giddy feeling. “Kay, I’ll walk you. Cmon sleepyhead” he said softly, standing from the couch and gently taking your hand. Why did your touch always feel like the most pleasant electricity?

Kirishima looked up from his spot on the couch, his fingers slowly combing through Bakugou’s blonde locks. “Where are you goin’, Midoriya? You guys aren’t leaving already, are you?”

Izuku smiled and chuckled lightly, rubbing the back of his neck as you sighed and wrapped your arms around his waist lazily.

“Oh, N/n is feeling tired, I’m gonna take her to her room and I’ll be back out when she gets laid down” he explained, gesturing to your clingy and tired form, basically asleep on your feet while holding onto him.

Kirishima nodded slowly, his mouth making a small ‘o’ shape in realization “oh, I see” he chuckled a bit and smiled up at Midoriya “okay cool, come back out whenever you’re done.”

Izuku nodded and looked down at you “cmon N/n, let’s get you laid down, sleepy head” he murmured, an affectionate smile on his face.

As the two of you walked out of the commons, Kirishima sighed and smiled “Midoriya is so manly.” He commented, glancing to where they disappeared, before looking back to the group.

Mina raised a brow “what do you mean?” She asked from her place on the other couch, Uraraka also glancing up, her attention caught by mentioning her friend.

Kirishima shrugged as he gently petted Bakugou’s blonde locks, the sleeping boy slouched against the redhead “I dunno, he just is such a good boyfriend, you know? He’s taking his girlfriend to bed, making sure she gets there without any problems. Seems like a gentleman to me.”

Mina blinked, before laughing, bringing a hand up to her mouth to stifle her laughter.

Kirishima raised a confused brow and looked to Uraraka, who was also smiling and giggling a little. “What’s so funny? I don’t get it?” He mumbled, glancing between both girls.

Mina paused her giggles long enough to get a sentence out “they’re not dating.” She managed to get out, letting out a breath as her lungs caught up from her laughter.

Kirishima blinked and gaped. Izuku and yourself weren’t dating!? How the hell was that even possible? The two of you were literally cuddling right next to him, the way he was cuddling with Bakugou. His boyfriend.

“Wait..are you being serious?” He asked, to which Mina and Uraraka nodded “yeah, Deku isn’t really good with social interactions, in a sense that he has no idea Y/n is crushing on him. He thinks it’s casual.” Uraraka explained with an exasperated sigh.

Kirishima let out a huff of laughter, then shook his head “oh great, so he has no idea that Y/n is falling for him? Lovely. Should we tell him? Or tell her to tell him?”

Mina shook her head and smiled, waving off his concern with a lazy hand “nah, don’t worry about them, I’ve got a feeling they’ll figure it out..” she glanced off to the hallway where the two of you walked off, a reassuring feeling warming her chest.

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You and Izuku slowly walked to your dorm, the walk was filled with comfortable silence and the occasional comment. Your hand was in his, and your blanket was draped over your shoulders.

You glanced at him, seeing him smiling to himself about who knows what.

A sigh left your lips, and a deadpan formed on your lips. You’d been trying to express your crush on Izuku since the sports festival, but the boy was more focused on his dreams of becoming a hero than he was on getting a girlfriend.

You smiled a little and rolled your eyes as the two of you walked side by side, hand in hand. You were sick of his ignorance, and so tonight you were determined to make it obvious to the boy that you liked him.

The two of you approached your dorm, where Izuku stopped in front of your door and turned to you, a smile on his lips “here you are, Y/n. Are you gonna get some sleep?”

You nodded and yawned, rubbing your eye with one hand, using the other to loosely wave him off “don’t worry, Zuku, I’ll get some rest.” You smiled at him sleepily and stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his middle in a warm embrace, which he happily returned.

“Good, you pushed yourself during training today, I’m very proud of you” he said softly, his hand on the small of your back and the plane between your shoulder blades.

You blushed and smiled, closing your eyes and basking in his praise “thank you Izuku…that means so much coming from you..” you murmured, your cheek resting on his shoulder.

He felt that feeling flutter in his chest again, to which he blushed a little, smiling as he spoke “please, you saying that, sounds like I’m some pro hero” he mumbled bashfully

You scoffed and clung to him a little tighter. This idiot was either down playing how strong and amazing he was, or genuinely didn’t think he was anything special. Both were not great scenarios, in your opinion.

You huffed and rolled your eyes “you’re practically as strong as one” you grumbled into his shoulder.

Izuku simply smiled, knowing how you loved to compliment and uplift his work and progress. He didn’t like to admit it, but hearing you praise him, actually made his blood rush to his face and his confidence swell.

The two of you stood like that, before Izuku reluctantly pulled away “I’m gonna go back to the commons, okay?” He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder “please get some rest, and if you need anything, call me.”

You paused.

You���d totally forgotten how you were going to make your crush a bit more obvious to him.

He bid you goodnight, and you dumbly replied, your brain on autopilot as you began to panic.

You were gonna miss your opportunity!

“Hey Izuku!” You called out after he made it about halfway down the hall.

He turned and raised a brow “yeah? Did you need something?” He asked, his head tilting to the side like an intrigued puppy.

You trotted up to him and grabbed his hand, standing on your tippy toes to do the first thing your brain thought of.

Your lips met with his cheek, the smooth skin feeling so perfect under your touch.

Izuku stiffened and erupted into a bright red blush.

He watched as you pulled from his cheek and smiled warmly at him. “Goodnight, Izuku..get some sleep” you spun on your heel and bolted to your dorm, quickly dashing into your room.

Izuku placed a hand on his cheek and watched with a dumbfounded expression as you ran back to your room.

He finally understood what that feeling in his chest was.

It was falling in love.

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Literally SPEED typing so I can get this out on the 3rd and not the 4th I procrastinated AAA

[theemissuniverse]

“IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND SINGLE?” HENRY HART X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : After Henry as Kid Danger looks bad on the news, he helps the community in order to gain public opinion back. When he meets you, his whole mission goes out the window. (Henry is 18 & graduated from high school, reader is 20. This is low-key written as if it was an actual episode.)

CONTENT : flirty Henry, suggestive content, reader is very feminine

MASTERLIST

As much as he loved fighting crime and saving lives, being Kid Danger did not have its perks sometimes. Kinda like what he was doing now. After he had accidentally insulted veterans just because he said he didn’t think they should get a gold star for joining and didn’t think they were automatically good people on the news, Ray suggested for him to do community work to get the people back in his good graces.

Some of the stuff was small, like saving a cat from a tree. Others it was if he could save them from a burning building.

Just great.

He decided to take a break, going into a bakery to get something to drink and a small donut. When he walked in, it smelled amazing. The smell went to his stomach, making it let out a rumble.

The atmosphere was girly. He could tell the owner was a woman in her twenties just by the small details in the place. And because it was so goddamn pink.

He went to step in further but when he did, a man stood in front of him. He had to be about early to mid twenties. Henry noticed the baggy clothes he had on and he could’ve sworn it was a hot summer day.

The heat was clearly not getting to this man as he had the brightest smile on his face. “Oh my god! You’re Kid Danger!”

Henry was annoyed. And hungry but he knew he couldn’t be as mean or as sassy like he usually would be so he instead pulled off a fake smile. “Hey, man.”

“Can I get a photo?”

‘Can I kick your ass?’ Henry bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying something smart like why is a grown ass man asking for a picture but he waved it off. “Sure.”

The guy stood next to him and roughly grabbed a hold of Henry’s shoulder. Henry let out a sigh but fixed his face when the guy held up the phone for the photo and smiled.

After the guy took the picture, he backed away from Henry to examine the photo. “My girl is not gonna believe this.”

“I’m sure she isn’t.” Henry pulled off but what he really wanted to say was ‘I’m sure she isn’t gonna believe a grown man was excited to see Kid Danger.’

“Thanks man, I really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, no prob….lem.”

Henry was in amazement when he saw you behind the counter. You were absolutely, undeniably gorgeous. You were so breathtakingly feminine that it made his stomach have butterflies.

The way you smiled at customers seemed like you had all the joy in the world and he wanted to be included in that joy. He noticed the way you’d tug on your sleeve when you were a little nervous or anxious. Your freshly done acrylic nails tapped on the counter and boy did he want to see those hands wrapped around something else.

Your lip gloss went with your black lip liner perfectly. He didn’t care what sticky mess he’d create, they were gorgeous and he wanted to kiss them.

When you walked back to hand the customer her muffin, he noted you wore heels but you were still shorter than him. So that had to put you at 5’4 height which was insanely short for him considering he was a 6’0 male.

You wore a cute little apron over your shirt and skirt. The way you walked, you knew you were pretty. You knew men found you hot. That’s what made you attractive to him.

“Um…” Henry forced himself to break out of his trance. “Who’s that?”

The guy turned to see who he was talking about and when he got it, he nodded in confirmation. “Oh, that’s my girlfriend. She owns the bakery.”

Henry kept staring at you, trying to find it within himself to look away but he couldn’t. He needed to talk to you. “Is your girlfriend single?”

The guy laughed when Henry said this. “That’s a good one, man.”

“Uh huh…yeah…” Henry didn’t bother to put up with the conversation anymore before walking over towards the front counter.

There you were, counting the drawer. He figured you were changing shifts at this time which was perfect because you wouldn’t be busy dealing with customers.

“I’ll help you in one minute.” You looked up to give who you thought to be a customer with a polite smile when you saw who it was. “Kid Danger? What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood. Trying to take care of the town.” Henry said slyly. He saw you snicker and raised a brow at it. “What?”

“You and Captain Man trying to do crowd control from the news thing?” You asked, going back to count the money.

Henry had completely forgotten about that. “Oh you saw that?”

“Relax. I agree with you. I don’t think the troops are all good people.”

Henry relaxed after finding out you weren’t mad at him about what he said on the news. “Oh. Okay. Cool. What’s your name?”

You continued to count the money with a playful smile. “Why do you need to know my name?”

He thought about it for a second before coming up with an answer. “Because…” he leaned against the counter. “I wanna know if your name is as pretty as you look.”

You chuckled at his flirtatious response and looked up at him. “Aren’t you a little young?”

Henry scoffed, offended. He wasn’t that young and you didn’t look that old. “I’m eighteen. That’s the legal drinking age in Australia.”

“Oh really?”

“Uh huh.”

You went back to count the money before responding. “(Y/N).”

“I was right. It’s just as pretty as you.”

He noticed you trying to hold back your smile. “You’re cute but I have a boyfriend.”

Henry tilted his head at you. He then turned around to face the man you claimed as your boyfriend. He was bragging to all your customers that he just took a photo with Kid Danger. He then faced his attention to you. He could tell you were embarrassed. “That him?”

You sighed, looking away. “Unfortunately.”

“How old is the grown man?”

“Twenty four.”

“Oh…how old are you?”

“Twenty.” You finished counting the money and started to place money in envelopes for your drop. “Do you want something to eat or drink?”

Henry looked at your rack of baked goods. It was a whole range of muffins, donuts, cupcakes, and cookies. “Give me the pink sprinkled one.” He saw the look you were giving him and he pointed his finger at you. “Shut up. I can be grown and like sprinkles.”

You held your hands up in defense and went to grab the donut. You handed it to him and when you did, he pulled out his wallet. “Oh, you’re good.”

“Don’t do that.” Henry handed you the twenty dollar bill and grabbed the donut. “Keep it.”

You gave him a look as you put the money in the register and put the rest in the tip jar. “Money doesn’t impress me Kid Danger.”

“Tell me what does so I can.” Henry took the bite out the donut and when he did, the pink sprinkled chocolate donut melted in his mouth. “That’s a really good donut.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

Your boyfriend walked over towards the two of you. He leaned over the counter and kissed you on the cheek. “Hey, babe.”

Henry was furious. You were completely out of his league. How the hell did he even get you? Why were you downgrading? You owned a bakery for damn sake. It was like you were doing charity work for him.

Don’t get him wrong, Henry wasn’t exactly a homewrecker but the home doesn’t look too happy. Not to mention it didn’t matter once he wanted something. When he wanted something or matter of fact, someone, he was going to get it.

“That is bizarre.” Henry said out loud.

“Babe! Look! I met Kid Danger.”

You nodded, finishing with the register. “I see.”

“But I’m too young?” Henry questioned, motioning to your boyfriend and you rubbed your forehead out of embarrassment.

At the next moment, a big man walked in with a brown paper bag on his face. Henry looked at him and he already knew he was going to be trouble. “I hate this town.”

The big man walked over to the three of you at the register. “Give me everything! This is a robbery!”

Henry placed his hand on his temple in annoyance at the man. “Why do you all announce you’re doing a robbery? We see you doing it!”

Your boyfriend let out a squeal as if he was a little girl and ran away, hiding in the bathroom. Henry gave you a look again and you sighed. “I know. I know.”

Henry was impressed. You didn’t seem that phased with a big man coming in trying to rob you. The man went in his jacket pocket then pulled out what appeared to be a gun.

Everyone in the bakery got down, fearing for their lives. Henry didn’t and you didn’t.

You were a little nervous, you had to admit but you felt a little at ease considering a superhero was standing next to you.

“I said give me everything.”

Henry sat his donut on the counter before stepping in front of him so he wouldn’t be in eye contact with you. “Dude. Step out.” He looked at you and then looked at the robber. He whispered the next thing so you wouldn’t hear him. “I’m trying to get her number.”

This time the robber pointed the gun. “Now!”

Henry gave him a look not even phased. “Is that a nerf gun?”

The robber’s demeanor faltered at the question. “Um. No.”

“Yes it is.”

“No it’s not.”

“The tip is orange!”

“You’re about the catch this tip in a minute.”

Henry’s eyes blinked at the way the robber worded. “Whoa. First of all, pause. Second of all, you’re wearing a brown paper bag on your head.”

“So?”

Henry reached over, snatching the brown paper bag to reveal his identity. The robber gasped and Henry rolled his eyes, throwing the bag down. “Just leave before I embarrass you.”

The robber didn’t listen. He pointed the fake gun to the rest of the customers, scaring them. “Give me everything now!”

“Okay…I’m officially done with this.” Henry spun the robber back to him and punched him in the face. The robber didn’t go down because he was so big.

The robber tried to punch Henry but Henry with his hyper mobility was quicker. He grabbed the man’s hand and made him punch himself. Henry kicked him in the stomach. Then twisted his arm before giving him a spin kicked.

The man finally got knocked down. Henry looked back over to you in a flirty way. “See how I just did that?”

You looked at him, amused. “I see you’re not finished.”

“Hmm?”

The man grabbed Henry by his shoulders and picked him up before tossing him across the bakery. Henry landed on the wooden chairs and broke them on the process.

You sighed. “Really? I was just about to paint those chairs.”

Henry got up quickly. He charged at the man. He had the man pressed up against the wall. Henry kneed him in the gut and choked him.

The robber pushed Henry to the ground. He then tried to stomp on Henry but Henry moved too fast. Henry kicked him in his ankle. It made the robber drop to his knees. Henry grabbed a rack of cookies and smacked him on the robber’s head.

“Okay, you win! You win!” The robber got up, kind of crying and ran out the store.

Henry dusted the cookie residue off his fingers. “And that’s the way the cookie crumbles.” When everyone felt safe, they stood to their feet and clapped at Henry. Henry waved at the applause before walking back over to your register.

He took the donut he was eating before off the counter and bit back in it. “Hopefully I can finish in peace now.”

You eyed Henry up and down. “You know what? That was impressive.”

Henry wasn’t expecting you to say that. “Really?” He asked with a mouthful.

You leaned over the counter. You used your finger to wipe the remaining crumbs off his lips. Your pink acrylic nails grazed his lips. You looked him right in the eyes as you did it. “Really.”

Henry really wanted to bend you over the counter after doing the gesture but unfortunately he had to control himself.

He couldn’t say anything because your boyfriend came out the bathroom. “Is he gone?”

This time, you looked pissed.

You came from behind the counter and slapped him across the face. “You idiot! You were just going to let him rob me? I mean…he was a shitty robber but that is so not the point!”

Your boyfriend looked guilty. “Well…well Kid Danger handled it right?”

You nodded in a matter of fact way. “Yeah. He’s going to be handling a lot of stuff from now on. We’re done.”

“Ooh.” Henry said like a child as he finished the donut. “You heard her.”

Your boyfriend looked like a sad puppy dog. He started to walk out of the store but before he did stopped to look at Henry. “Can I get an autograph?”

Henry gave him a look. “Dude. No.”

Your ex finally walked out. You looked over to everyone in the store. “Alright everyone. I’m closing early for the day.”

Everyone nodded, understanding before exciting the store. Henry walked a little to you to cut the distance. “Did I hear correctly you dumped the man child?”

You didn’t say anything. You went in your pocket and handed him your business card. “Call me when you’re not busy taking robbers down.”

Henry looked at the phone number and smiled. “Oh yeah? Did I also earn a heroic kiss?”

“No, but you can watch this ass walk away.” You told him playfully as you started to head in the back to your office.

Henry tilted his head, biting his lips as he watched. Your ass did look good in the skirt you were wearing. “I’m not complaining.” You let out a laugh when you hit your office and Henry looked back down to the number. “Man, I love being Kid Danger.”