#of my effort juice put into it

[falmerbrook]

@tescheer Week 3: Snuggle

I like to think of them as a little found family at some point. A weird dysfunctional one, destined to fall apart, but one nonetheless.

[buttered-toasty]

Ignore the half-assed background, it’s not actually supposed to Be the background, I just wanted to post this in case I never finish the second half (maglor)

I have thoughts about them. Many thoughts.

[hellsite-detective]

hi detective, can you find the color theory red hospital post? thank youuu

trackin' this one proved to be a bit harder than i initially anticipated. see, i knew the exact post i was lookin' for. with it bein' a famous post, i knew exactly where to look too. so i took a stroll downtown to Madame Curator's shinin' exhibition hall of cursed artifacts. however, pokin' around in there, i couldn't find what i wanted. odd, considerin' i knew she had posted this one. must be the shifting labyrinthine design of the museum playin' tricks on me. but i decided to move on anyway.

headin' down to the Search Bar, i approached Google to ask for a bit of help with this one. however, they could smell the void on me. and they were none too pleased...

"What's this? You thought you could just come crawlin' back here with your tail between your legs after takin' your business to that big shot in that ivory museum?"

"can it, Don."

i told them i could take my business to that hot-headed upstart, Firefox. or that old money kingpin, Internet Explorer. they immediately perked up.

"Hey, hey! Now, you know I was kiddin', right? We're all pals here, c'mon!"

i scoffed and asked them for what i came here for, that bein' "tumblr color theory hospital." they handed me a screenshot with no questions asked, and i started searchin' addresses. they were all turnin' up blank so i went back to Google and asked they what they was playin' at. they were scared at this point, i had them right where i wanted them. they then handed over a link to the post i wanted. a bit of reverse engineerin' of the reblogs got me what i wanted. save for one final reblog in the chain. i reiterated my request, askin' specifically for that final post to be included. finally, they handed over what i wanted. i grabbed it and filed it away.

here's your post! a bit of a long storied journey today, but that's what happens in this city sometimes. have a great day!

Post Case: Closed

[weed4mice]

[OC] Werewolf Bryce!! Gyaah!!!

[nin-twst]

happy spoopy month <33

asld;kfjslk i wanted to put them in an actual halloween costume but i knew deep inside they would never try that hard,,,,

[kemuraiz]

💥❤️💥 ❤️💥 ❤️💥❤️

akari komiyaku stimboard

proship safe ༉‧₊˚.

[sunnibits]

god… the urge to make Dimitri AMVs even though I’ve never made one before, have a horrible motivation track record, am currently experiencing one of my worst art blocks ever, etc….. the oc brainrot is simply so powerful….

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

Just ate the most amazing tangerine I've had in A LONG TIME

[hiswrlds]

Since I'm not using icons as much as I usually do [ aka all the time ever ] maybe i deserve fancier dividers

[mariposa-suelta]

journal should arrive tm i am excited :)

[hyunteru]

LALE U R SO AWESOME FOR THIS

LALECHINGO!! ; a birthday event

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ it’s bingo! and also a raffle.

let’s party!! one thing about me is that is love a little event and since it’s my birthday month i felt like hosting one :3c

so: raffle time! but you gotta play some bingo first before you can participate. lemme give you a rundown on how it works.

what's the prize?

✰ a total of three 1k (or longer) fics from me! i don’t take requests so this is a rare chance to see something specific written by me ✰ the 3 winners will receive a wishlist form from me in which they can go wild ✰ haikyuu x reader only! gender of reader is for the winners to decide, i’ll write for all of them. ✰ not limited to sfw only (that being said: mdni)

details & rules (it looks like a lot, but i promise it's easy)

✰ to participate in the raffle, you gotta fill out the bingo cards! there’s ten of them in total at the end of this post. some are writing prompts, some are for reading, some to spread some kindness. you can grab and combine any that catch your interest.

✰ 1 bingo equals 1 point. if you manage to fill out an entire card, you’ll get 10 points, so 10x your name in the draw pot for the raffle. this means you can get up to 100 points in total if you fill out all ten cards completely.

✰ it’s not first come, first serve! you got two weeks to have fun with your bingo cards.

✰ this event is mostly about making fandom a little better for everyone, whether you’re a writer or a reader, no matter how you participate in it. this means you don’t have to show me proofs how you got these bingos. putting my trust in you that you won’t cheat <3

✰ since the prizes are gonna be fics by me, i would feel better knowing you actually like my works enough to follow me. however, it’s not a must to be a follower to participate. again, it’s more about fandom than me.

✰ writers picking up the writing prompts: it up to you how you use them! can be drabbles or headcanons, small fics, big fics, moodboards, not limited to haikyuu only. really whatever sparks your inspiration. you don’t even have to publish it or tag me in it (though i’d love to see ofc hehe), this is for YOU and your inspiration.

✰ do NOT bring any ai into this. i'll rip you to shreds

✰ once you’re finished, either reblog this post with your bingo cards or send me an ask with them (i won’t publish them, just for me to keep track)

✰ i’ll draw & announce the three winners on Jan 27th and will contact them through dms for their wishlist :3

card 1-6 ; for the writers

card 7 & 8 ; for the readers

card 9 & 10 ; for the kindness

that's all! have fun ♡ - Lale

[baepsays]

BOUND TO BE ⟢⸻ Ryomen Sukuna

cw ──★ NSFW, MDNI, husband & wife dynamics, established relationship, fem reader, descriptions of fem anatomy, m! masturbation, spanking, spit stuff (i am fully down this rabbit hole), cum play, breeding, headlock, arguments, rough sex, manhandling, i cannot remember anything else.

a/n: when i am a chill guy and i try to divorce my husband for fun.

Trying to divorce your husband, Sukuna, is hard.

Because it does not matter how much effort you put into packing up your most essential belongings, making arrangements to stay with a friend for a while, and getting a lawyer to serve him; it all sums up to be null.

Sure he gets served with the papers, but he's sending you a picture of the documents all shredded up by his German shepherds. And a text that follows, 

“You know I hate reading.” 11.45 AM, Read.

But he definitely read those papers. He hated them more than any piece of paper he has ever read. And he hates reading to begin with! So he did the most convenient thing and simply destroyed them. 

Hence, when you call to yell at him, it changes nothing. And even if you still have a set of the same documents, or if you warn him that you will send those papers again, and how he better keep them intact this time—all that he hears is your pretty voice yelling at him, but he has no idea exactly what you were even saying. But damn did you sound great just burning his ears. Cursing him out for everything and anything you can, calling him an asshole, and hanging up on him with a ‘fuck you’. 

He knows that the blows are not going to get any softer if you knew what he was doing right now.

It is not even that he is thinking about anything particularly lewd when he gets bricked up in the middle of the day, it is just the kind of effect you have on him. He is sitting in his office chair, hard as a rock in his pants, and telling his secretary to cancel the board meeting. So he can jerk off while listening to the audio recording of the call he just had with you. 

Ryomen Sukuna has no shame in whipping his cock out of his slacks, leaning back in his very expensive chair, in his very spacious office; spitting on his cock, and jerking it off, with nothing and no one, but his wife on his mind. The recording of the call he just had with you playing on repeat in the background, and you yelling and shouting at him all angry just makes his wrists pick up the pace.

His mind wanders off to daydreaming about how he would bend you over his desk, and slap your ass and cunt until it's red and stinging. How he would only rub his cock in your juices and tease your hole with a little taste and pull away, until you stop whining and groaning and go straight to yelling at him, like you did on the phone. How he would like to put you in a headlock, and have you drool on the gathered up sleeves tightly bunched up on his biceps, and leave a patch on it. 

How your eyes would gloss over and roll back in the inside of your head, and all the yelling and shouting would get stuck in the back of your throat because how good it’d feel to have his warm body weigh you down on the cool surface of his desk. As he thrusts into your cunt mercilessly, until your cervix is bruised, and your walls remember the shape of him. How he will have your cunt clenching to keep all of his seed safe inside your womb, along with his cock, tightening around it and making it difficult for him to pull out. Just how he would clean you up and pick you up in his arms, and drive back home, to fuck you on you two’s bed, until you are well bred and full of noting but his cum.

The squelching sound of his precum and spit—helping him slide his hands around his cock faster and with ease—could never compare to your cunt making sweet sweet noises when he is thrusting in her, the wetness cannot be even compared, and the way your walls hug him tight, warm, and snug; cannot be replaced with anything else.

So how can he just let his wife leave him?

He is a firm man.

He has always been so, with firm beliefs and convictions. And it is part of the reason why you fell in love with him, to even stay married to him for over a decade. But everything has its limits, and you are only a human. Being able to hold your ground may be one thing, but being inflexible to the point that you push away your own wife, is another.

Unfortunately Sukuna did not know the answer to perfect equilibrium. 

And hence, he is in this situation. Trying to give space to his wife, for once, when she actually needs it. Instead of pushing himself into her space when she didn't need him to do that, and withdraw when she tried to reach out to him. For once Sukuna has done the right thing.

Until he did not.

Driving down to your friend's place, to take you back with him, because of course he knows where you are despite your best efforts. You even went out of your way to not go back to your parents’ place this time so he would not be able to trace you down as quickly as he always does. But he has his ways of getting a hold of you, he always has. 

When the bell to your friend’s place rang at twelve AM, you simply thought maybe it was her boyfriend visiting. He has always had odd timing, so you got up to open the door, instead of your friend who was almost halfway asleep on the couch. 

“Are you done throwing a tantrum?” The last person you expected to be standing behind the door when you opened it, with no guard up or whatsoever, was standing in front of you. Clad in a three piece suit, messy pink hair, newly formed bags under his eyes, and signature frown—it was your husband.

“WHY ARE YOU HERE?”

“Is the yelling necessary?” 

“YES!”

His eyebrows furrowed further at the state of you. You looked like shit, in terms of that you didn't look taken care of. And that is simply unacceptable. 

“Why did you open the door so easily? Did you even check before opening it? What if it was some creep huh?” His nagging made something flutter in your stomach. Oh, how much you have missed him.

“Yeah, like you are any better.” But this was no time to show him that.

He simply sighed at you, folding your hands on your chest, looking like you had no intention of hearing him out or planning on packing your bags to leave with him. 

“Alright. You made me do this.”

With effortless movements on his part, and some flailing around like a fish on your part, you were on his shoulders; hanging like a sack of potatoes. To be then driven back to the house you built into a home with your now soon to be ex-husband. It did not even make him huff out some air, to walk to his car with you throwing punches on his back. With one large hand on your back, and another around both of your legs—so you do not kick him and tumble off his shoulder in the process.

He sat you down in his passenger seat, while mumbling something about how he would come and pick up your bags tomorrow. He did not even flinch or get angry at you for yelling crude profanities at him, or pulling on his hair, before he locked you in the car. So he could easily get to the driver’s seat, without you trying to escape, like you ‘ve done before. You just wanted him to get pissed enough at you, so you can make an excuse out of that and make him leave you alone. 

Or so you wanted to make yourself assume.

Because trying is all you can really do. Throw some fits and tantrums, try to get him to sign those papers—but you know he would never. His apathy and disdain for communication aside, he is a great husband, and he loves you maybe more than what you can fathom.

And at this point you're so far beyond the point of return, that you don't even think you can do without him, nor can he do without you. He looked paler, and thinner, and the crease between his eyebrows looked worse. But you also looked horrible, with the shine in your hair gone, skin looking dull, visible marks of tears on your cheeks—you missed him dearly, and waited for him earnestly. 

What even the fuck is ‘giving space,’ and how did Sukuna, your husband, of all people got to know about it? Maybe you would have returned home much earlier, if he simply chased after you like he always did. So you tried to stretch your little bubble, to see how long before it really pops, because if the pressure of the air is not enough, what is even enough? 

Saying you hate him? That you cannot stand him? Or that you want a divorce? If only he figured out the easy way around your wrath, maybe then he would not have the unnecessary lawyer’s fees charged on his card that he gave you. 

“You're done with this now?”

It took you a few minutes to answer his question, you just silently sat there with your face planted on the window, as you continued to stare at his reflection—how one of his hands remained on the steering wheel, while the other you could feel rubbing up and down on your bare thighs, barely covered by your shorts. He just knows exactly  how to shut you up. And this is how it goes, you get defeated and you refuse to look at him, until he has you back home, on your bed, and you cannot help but look at him, just him.

“Yes.” The mumble was loud enough to get to his ears, which made the corners of his lips twitch. 

“Good girl.” 

“Shut up, or else I'll actually divorce you!”

He laughed to himself, but he felt the threat deep in his bones. Oh to be threatening Ryomen Sukuna and have him in the palm of your hands.

“Sure. Let's just go home. But you are still getting punished.” His voice sounded at ease, to finally have you with him, but nothing about what he said was going to be easy for you. Sure it sounded playful, or endearing, and filled with love—because it was, but that did not mean the threat was not present. 

But you would have it no other way. Just him talking to you with sweet threats, and mean punishments. Sure it is going to be hard when he will have you crying tears of pleasure and pain, bent over his lap—but you know you are going to enjoy every second of it.

“I know Kuna.”

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a/n: divider by @/omi-resources.

have fun :3c this opened new doors for me. you will be seeing more of him from me >:)

I'd provoke him sm just so he'd rock my shit

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[slapmeshigaraki]

♡ i get the feeling that meanie!caleb gets so hard at the idea of you being a brat just so he can punish you

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands to yourself?” His voice was dripping with power, almost a growl through bared teeth as he looked down at you, your nimble fingers fisting the sheets, trembling after being pulled away from his hair so abruptly. He almost wanted to just pin them up above your head, both of your wrists caged in his grip as he forced himself into you relentlessly—it made his mouth water, but he didn’t. He didn’t pin you down, not because he couldn’t, but because he secretly wanted you to disobey him. The thought of getting to put you in your place made his dick ache in his pants, a wet spot forming in the crotch of his basketball shorts, precum leaking from his thick pink tip just from the sight of you begging him to let you cum. He needed to see the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head, full bottom lip stuck between your teeth as he pushed against that sweet spot inside of your walls, so hard and so fast that it brought tears to your eyes. You’d want to scream, so he’d tell you to stay quiet—just so he could see you fail once again. He needed to see it—so he left your hands free and licked and sucked your sensitive clit between his lips so good and so slow that you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands out of his hair, forcing your hips up off of the mattress and bucking into his mouth. He would make you disobey and there was nothing you could do about it.

“Sorry, Caleb—fuckkk—’M sorry. You just feel so good.”

“Yeah? You like the way I eat this pussy? Shit—she’s drooling all over my mouth, so fucking cute. You’re being so good for me, yeah?” You were being too good, knuckles turning white from your grip on the sheets, doing anything you could to keep your hands to yourself.

“Don’t cum, okay?” It wasn’t a request, but an order. Without any warning, two of his thick fingers slid past your entrance, his other hand spreading your lips apart and he watched the way your body opened up for him in awe. Without any effort the tips of his digits reached deep inside of your pussy, fingers curling up into you and eliciting the most filthy moans from your mouth that he’d ever heard in his life.

“Wait, Caleb—too fast…” It only made him speed up. He brought his tongue back down to your swollen and exposed clit, rhythmically suckling on it as he jammed his fingers against your g-spot over and over again. So now you had a dilemma—cum or push his head away from you. You would be punished either way and while the though brought tears to your eyes, it only made Caleb smirk against your flesh. The anticipation of it all—wondering which option you’d choose, which rule you’d break—it all had his brain foggy.

“You don’t tell me how to touch this pussy. My pussy. I’ll fuck it as fast as I want, and you won’t cum, right? You can take it for me, can’t you?” He pulled his lips away from you, fingers still quick in pace. The sight of his face glistening from your juices was nasty enough, but the view of his tongue sticking out above your pussy as a stream of saliva fell from his mouth, coating you in even more wetness was unbearable.

“I think she likes it when I spit on her, hm? Getting so tight around my fingers I can barely move. Think she’s tryna trap me inside, huh? Is that it? Does this little pussy want my fingers even deeper?” His eyes were wide, violet irises looking up at you in pure admiration, as if he were witnessing a priceless piece of artwork in a museum—but he wasn’t trying to reward you, no, this was a threat. He inched his fingers deeper inside until his palm was almost flat against you—that’s when you broke, just before he could lower his head back down to meet your poor aching cunt, you reached out to push his head away. It was a poor attempt, a couple of limp fingers pressing against his forehead which was sticky with sweat, but you’d touched him nonetheless. He’d won and he couldn’t have been any more fucking smug about it.

“Tsk tsk tsk…baby. I thought you said you’d be good for me. What happened?” His pout was mimicking yours, feigned disappointment, as if he didn’t have you exactly where he wanted you now.

“I couldn’t take it anymore—I told you too fast. It felt too good, I’m sorry…” Your heartbeat quickened at the sight of his body slowly making it’s way on top of you, the sheer size of his physique forcing your thighs open and flat against the bed as he rested between them, face only inches above yours now.

“I’m sorry too, sugar. I’m sorry I let you think that you were in charge…” He spoke slowly, deliberately as he yanked your arms over your head, your wrists feeling tiny as they fit in only one of his hands. The weight of his toned body on top of yours was enough to pin you down as his free hand slithered between your bodies, softly ghosting over your warm flesh and making it’s way back to your clit.

“I’m sorry that you’re so dumb that you can’t listen to directions. You’re just used to me doing everything for you—I gotta think for you too, huh baby?” You nodded, mindlessly, your thoughts clouded as you felt his rough thumb making slow circles over your sensitive spot.

“I know. I know. That’s okay baby, I got you, yeah?” He buried his face into the crook of your neck, lips pressing a soft kiss against your flesh.

“Don’t cry, you’re safe. My dumb pretty girl, only thinking with her cunt. Let me make you feel better, yeah?” He was getting impatient now, the way your pussy kept gushing around his fingers had him moaning into your ear as his digits forced their way inside of you once more, wasting no time pushing all the way in.

“Fuck—i need it, baby, you don’t know how bad I wanna feel you cum all over my hand, sweet girl.”

“Please Caleb. Please let me cum—I need it too. Need it so bad.” He sped up now, the sound of your voice begging for release bringing him to the edge himself as his hips mindlessly rutted against your thigh, his clothed length humping into your leg in time with the movements of his fingers.

“Don’t cum.” It was almost a plead, like he didn’t want to say it, like the words betrayed him as they fell from his mouth.

“What?”

“I said, don’t cum. I don’t care how good it feels or how bad you need it. You don’t cum. You can hold it, baby.” It was all too much, the heat of his breath tickling your skin, the way his fingers were digging against your wrists, the way his dick kept pressing against your body, forcing ragged groans out of his mouth, his palm slapping against your cunt as he pushed his fingers inside of you—he knew you couldn’t hold it, but he told you to anyway.

“Caleb. I’m gonna cum. Please—need a break.”

“No breaks. No slowing down. I’m not letting you up or fucking you any softer…I’m gonna play with you just like this no matter how much you beg and you’re gonna listen to me and you’re not gonna cum. You can’t hide it from me either, I’ll know if you cum. I know the way this pussy clenches, the way your moans get caught in your throat, the way you make a little puddle on the sheets when you cum as hard as you’re thinking about cumming right now. I know you, so be a good girl and do not cum.” His soft wet tongue was suddenly on your warm skin, lapping against your neck, teeth grazing your flesh.

“Stop gripping me so tight, sugar.” He whispered.

“I’m not trying to. Can’t help it.”

“Nuh-uh I’m not talking to you anymore. You don’t listen well. I’m talking to this pussy, huh? She’s so fucking sweet, so greedy, sucking my fingers in so nice. I think she wants me to fuck her harder, but she's gotta loosen up a bit so I can move the way she needs me to.”

“Wait no please please Caleb. I’m begging—”

“Shhh… no more talking. Just let this pussy feel good for me. Let me play with her some more. Don’t think about how bad you want to cum—” His train of thought was quickly interrupted as he felt the way the wetness leaked out of your cunt, walls sucking his fingers in and pulsing around them, your back arching up off the bed as you moaned and whined his name. “Fuck, baby you look so pretty. My sweet girl, cumming all over my fingers. Who’s making you cum like this, huh? Who’s pussy is this?”

“You are, it’s yours Caleb. Your pussy.”

“What a bad girl, cumming when I told you not to. So fucking needy—fuck…” he was cumming now too, his muscled back tensing in time with yours, both of your bodies writhing against one another, slick with each other’s wetness.

“Thank you oh my god thank you Caleb…” You continued singing his praises as your insides spasmed against him, reveling in the way that just the sight of your face had him cumming in his pants, rutting against your leg like a feral animal.

“Such a sweet girl, remembering her manners..." You were coming down, his fingers slowing as the moved in and out of your sloppy cunt, his entire hand soaked in your juices, but to your surprise he didn't stop.

"Caleb?" He freed your wrists now, his large veiny hand pressing against your face, his palm muffling your moans as he continued to bully your poor sensitive hole.

"You wanted to cum so bad, huh? Do it again. I'm gonna make you cum until it hurts, but be quiet this time. Don't distract me, yeah?"

♡ a/n: hello loveliessss,, sorry i've been so inactive. this semester is killing me,, i haven't really been on here like that. this is just something a little short and sweet though,, hopefully u enjoy xx

[thrasherella]

Going from a human boyfriend that only eats you out out of obligation and isn’t really into it to a Werewolf Boyfriend who gets so excited about being able to eat you out that he’ll go for hours if you let him and he’s rock hard the entire time.

Yes, he wants to fuck you of course, but you taste so fucking sweet it’s hard to tear himself away.

...

"Wait!" she cried out, panting as she tried to catch her breath, face incredibly hot as a telltale crimson flush overtook her cheeks. He paused, looking up at her from between her thighs, the way he was making those puppy dog eyes at her driving her crazy. "I..." she hesitated, biting at her lower lip softly and breaking their eye contact; oh Christ this is so embarrassing...

"My last boyfriend, aahhh...heeee said that I, um, I don't taste good--" she could feel her voice staring to get choked up in her throat as the tears welled and threatened to spill down her cheeks, but before she could say another word his mouth was on her, and she gasped sharply, head falling back as his tongue drove straight into her soft walls, lapping at the arousal already dripping from her.

"What a fucking loser," he muttered into her, his hot breath causing her to shiver. "You taste like a piece of fucking candy...so sweet..." he gave a long, low moan as his tongue returned to her tight cunt, his cock swollen and dripping, begging for his attention, but he ignored his own needs for now. There would be plenty of time to stretch this pretty pink hole around his dick later; right now there was a feast to be had...

Her mind turned to static as he made out with her pussy, a symphony of ambrosial tones cascading from her lips; it was music to his ears. She hadn't known that this could feel so good, her blood running molten hot as his tongue plundered and tasted her relentlessly, pushing so deep he bumped up against her cervix, making her gasp and twitch; sharp teeth occasionally raking against her sensitive clit, her hips rolling and bucking as she squirmed beneath him deliciously. Chris had only ever put in the minimal effort when it came to eating her, acting like it was such a bothersome chore; this was like being worshipped, his lips taking full advantage of her, tongue filling her completely, those sharp, dangerous teeth testing her skin gently, lightning dancing along her spine as he threatened to break her skin but never did. She hoped she would bare his bruises tomorrow...

He let out little whimpers and groans that only fueled the wildfire that was raging out of control within her core, sucking her soft skin delicately, growling and grinding himself into the mattress in wonderfully agonizing anticipation.

He made her cum so many times she couldn't keep count; clawed fingers of one hand rubbing her swollen and throbbing clit until she was practically screaming, the other hand reaching up to tease and pinch her hardened nipples. She was unable to think as she came over and over against his mouth, onto his hand, soaking his face and the bedsheets with her sweet juices.

He desperately tried to lap up every last drop...

[hyukqi]

size training with soobin !!! 😵‍💫

(lawd help me im lightheaded just by imagining it)

soobin lying back against the headboard with one hand brushing his messy hair back and the other with a loose grip on your waist. sweat dripping down his forehead while he has an cocky smile across his face scanning your body up and down as you straddle his hips. whimpering quietly “b-bin…” while he coos softly “shhh.. come on pretty girl, you can take it, can you?” >_<

lifting your hips to align his cockhead with your sopping entrance, feeling overwhelmed with his intimidating demeanor that turns you oh so subby for him !!! gasping with short “ah”s and “hnn..!!”s while you sink down on him feeling his thick, long, girthy cock scrape your insides… he’s too big you can barely take his tip in!!

“too much…” with sobs pouring from your mouth and tears pooling in your eyes before they drip onto his toned body. “so good for me baby… it can fit ‘m promise, tight pussy ‘s sucking on it so well…” soobin murmurs enamored by how fucking hot you look forcing your pretty pussy down his massive cock. god he’s so soft with you but at the same time you want to wipe off his stupid smirk that revels in your desperation.

going so dumb on his cock shuddering once you sink down completely, moaning loudly at his girth rubbing against your gummy walls and tip resting right against that one bundle of nerves <33 god you might as well see his bulge protruding your stomach. “fuck… good girl… my good girl.. so small and tiny” lips pressed against your neck, behind your ear, and trailing to your jaw..

hah… he’s such a boob guy so soobin would definitely massage your breasts mouthing at your nipples while you ride him !! sloppily rutting against him and lifting your hips just to slam down on his huge cock leaving you both in shambles but only one grows increasingly desperate “nnnghh~~!! b-bin… soobin… p-please just ah!” soobin softly biting your nipples with his hands guiding you down and him thrusting upward at the same time making you arch back in sweet pleasure @_@

what a stupid baby you are… babbling incoherent whines and moans while he puts in all the effort into molding you into his personal cocksleeve. so so dumb for him and his big cock that you end up cumming too quickly with your juices gushing out from under, coating him with your sticky mess <333 and if you thought you were done, you are so wrong !!!

“came so fast already.. you can give me another, mm?” soobin suddenly pushing you down and hovering over with your legs hooked on his shoulders. sounds of skin smacking fill up the entire room while he deliciously ruts his dick against your pussy with eyes closed to concentrate on fucking his girlfriend dumb.

he still has yet to cum too yknow?

[ewmily]

fallin’ all in you.

negan smith x fem!reader

word count. 1.7k

synopsis. your “enemies-with-benefits” situation is turning into something more, or at least that’s what negan thinks.

notes. smut — slightly angsty sex but also kinda soft?, fingering, making out, unprotected piv, negan’s caught feelings, yearning!! (i’m so delusional)

gif by sweeetestcurse & divider by enchanthings

“This doesn’t mean anything.”

It’s a cruel thing to say in bed—or in your case, the back of his stolen RV. Left in nothing but your undergarments, your bodies were already melded with sweat and fervour, limbs entwined into a tangled frenzy. As if the way you were kissing him back was impersonal—Negan knew you wanted this just as much as he did. The patchy stains of the old leather couch and the low growls of walkers nearby didn’t seem to be obstructing factors; he was simply too engrossed in the taste of your lips, the raw scent of anticipated sex filling his lungs.

You see, your words always said one thing, but your body would say another. With one hand cupping your cheek, locking your swollen lips against his, Negan only needed to sneak his other hand beneath the soft material of your panties, run his fingers through your folds to find that you were absolutely soaked to the core.

At the evidence, he couldn’t help but let out a low, conceited chuckle, pulling away from your mouth as his warm breath feathered over the shell of your ear. “You keep tellin’ that to yourself, darlin’. But just know—” Teasingly, he grazed his two fingers against your walls, coating them with your juices. “I’m exactly what this fuckin’ pussy needs.”

His face hovered over yours as his eyes eagerly scanned your features, searching for even the slightest reaction while his deft fingers continued to stroke your clit. You’ve always tried to remain stoic upon hearing his provocative words, unfazed by his risqué nature, but he just knew you were affected by it all—be it a small shift in your stance, the way you’d swallow as if something particularly hard was going down your throat, or when he inched closer to observe your pupils dilate—the movements were subtle, but the signs were telltale.

This time, it’s when he’s stroked a particularly sensitive spot, that your mouth slightly gaped open, and you elicited a sharp inhale. Your grip on his shoulders tightened. Your eyelids fluttered, heavy under his touch, and his grin grew wider when he felt you slowly beginning to rock yourself against his fingers.

“Look at that,” Negan cooed with a triumphant smile, knowing you were begrudgingly trying to hold back a moan. He glanced down to watch the up-and-down motion of your hips, while his fingers relentlessly stimulated the wet heat between your legs. “Don’t mean anythin’, huh? You’re fucking yourself on my—”

In a sudden, unanticipated movement, your hands flew to his cheeks, pulling his gaze forward as you slammed his lips back against yours. His eyes widened, stunned that for once, you initiated the kiss, and in a heartbeat, his lips started moving in sync with yours.

But no sooner had his mouth caught up to speed than you whispered harshly against his quickening breath, and Negan then recognised it had been nothing more than an effort to silence him. “You never shut up, do you?” you panted, beads of sweat trickling down your furrowed eyebrows.

So often had he allowed himself to believe you saw him as something past an enemy, that this clandestine arrangement was not just purely transactional. It may have started as just that, but as the nights carried on, there was an undeniable, gradual shift in the atmosphere—something weighty and unspoken, maybe even akin to love-making. He found himself wondering lately if you felt this way too, that the act itself was no longer just senseless self-gratification—if feelings were becoming involved. Surely, you must’ve.

But for now, he chose to put those spiraling thoughts to rest. He’s been waiting the whole week to have you beneath him again, and he could definitely puzzle over your feelings later. Plus, with the growing friction between your communities, tensions rising to an all-time high on both sides of the war, who knows? This may very well be the last time he’ll get to have you in his arms.

Your snide remark long-forgotten, Negan dived back into your lips, devouring you once more. Too caught up in the kiss, he doesn’t realise that his movements in your clit had stopped, and his hands had moved to cradle your face, absent-mindedly stroking your jaw with his thumbs.

You must’ve expected him to move past the foreplay by now, because when he suddenly felt you buck against his bulge, a deep groan clawed from the back of his throat, and he knew it was your body’s silent, frustrated plea to speed up the tempo. You parted from his lips, and your hands hastily shifted down to palm the tent in his boxers, earning another throaty groan from Negan.

“Patience, baby,” he exhaled shakily, moving to enrapture your neck with open-mouthed kisses, then feeling you shudder when he nipped at your collarbone. Tonight just felt different—he deliberately wanted to savour your taste, sweetly caress your skin like real lovers would.

You, on the other hand, grew annoyed. “You’re taking your damn sweet time,” you chastised, eliciting a sharp breath. Too impatient and unbothered, you merely slipped your underwear halfway across your thighs, before you reached into his boxers to free his length.

Negan hissed against your skin, just as you guided the tip of his cock to your soaked entrance. Then, in one slick motion, he pushed past your folds, and hearing the soft moan you let out was always like a hard-earned reward.

“Fuck—” he cursed with a shaky breath, feeling your walls taut around him, sending his mind pooling in ecstasy. “You’re so fucking tight.”

And when he began to roll his hips forward, another pleasant whimper escaped from your lips. It spurred him on all the more, wanting to keep extracting all of your sweet noises. Your bodies started to undulate with each thrust, as Negan buried his head in the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses all over your skin. Meanwhile, your hands frantically raked through his dark curls, pulling your naked chests impossibly closer.

“Negan.”

A fiery ache swirled in his chest upon hearing the adoring slip of his name from your tongue.

All these nights, it felt as if your bodily reactions were his only form of reassurance—that underneath all the hatred and contempt you harboured towards him, there was still a carnal desire, however forbidden, that only he could satisfy.

He knew what you tasted like, knew all the right ways to get you aroused, all the sensitive spots to draw out a precious mewl. Yet, it wasn’t enough. He had all he could of you, physically, but it just wasn’t enough. This had undoubtedly grown beyond the simple release of pent-up stress, the stimulating sounds of skin slapping against skin, the feeling of a blissful undoing.

Negan came to a realisation. He wanted something visceral, something intangible—something he knew was utterly impossible.

Your affection.

His rhythmic pace stopped as he stilled inside you for a moment, shifting to rest his forehead against yours, noses nudging against each other. He fiercely met your gaze, but the words came out in a gentle, uncharacteristic plea.

“Tell me you don’t hate me.”

He saw the way your eyes slightly widened in surprise, the crease between your eyebrows softening. For a second, he thought he stood a chance of hearing the words he craved for. But when your lips parted, you only responded with confusion. “Wh—what?”

“Tell me,” he punctuated with a sudden, deep thrust, moving within you once more, making your breath hitch. He shut his eyes, a fire rekindling in his abdomen, as the words became contorted with an edge of despair. “Tell me you don’t hate me. Please.”

“I…” The relentless rocking of your bodies cut short your hesitant response, releasing a string of whimpers as your pleasure intensified, and your hands moved to cling onto his shoulders.

Negan felt your walls convulsing madly around him, and in turn a fervent heat building in his pelvis. “Please,” he croaked, hearing his own voice turn hoarse. “Just say it, please.” He plunged his length in and out of you, and as if in a final, desperate act of tenderness, he showered feverish kisses all over your features—your nose, your cheeks, your jaw.

“Negan, I…” you feebly murmured, your breathing turned erratic. He knew you were on the precipice of your climax, and in tandem, he began to chase his own orgasm. But just as he gave one last thrust—his hips jerking to a halt, and a white, hot release pooled between your thighs—he heard you whisper out, “I can’t.”

Somewhere along the night, you had knocked out from all the action, but Negan had chosen to remain awake for the past few hours. He had reached for a blanket to cover the both of you while you slept, but other than that, he made minimal to no movements, even as the early traces of daylight began crawling through the window blinds.

He wasn’t a man who knew peace ever since the apocalypse, but as he gazed into the sunrise, with the feeling of you snug against his chest, maybe it had found him for once. If only this was what he woke up to every day—you cuddled in his arms, your face nuzzled into his neck as he heard the soft rise and fall of every breath. What wouldn’t he give, just to stay in this moment forever? You were sleeping so soundly beside him, as if you didn’t resent every fibre of his being, as if all the words you spoke to him weren’t intended to wound.

Hesitantly, he reached out a hand, brushing his knuckles past your cheek in a feather-light caress. When you stirred, he stiffened immediately, wincing at the thought of you waking up with a start, scrambling to put your clothes on and dashing out of the RV. But when you only nestled further into his embrace, blissfully unaware, a soft smile tugged at his features. With more courage this time, Negan planted a tender kiss on your temple, his lips lingering there for just a moment longer.

Maybe once all the fighting was over, he’d claim you for real.

notes. so.. it’s been a hot minute, but i’ve still been lurking on tumblr! if anyone’s wondering, i have been trying to write a few fics these past few months, but sadly they’ve all accumulated to incomplete drafts, and somewhere along the line i lost the motivation to finish them :’( my perfectionism and imposter syndrome hasn’t been helping either, but hey, maybe it’s all in the process of writing, which is something that’s still relatively new to me so we’re not giving up just yet!

speaking of which, this was intended to be a drabble and is actually my first attempt to write smut after a few years of avid reading. i’m happy i saw this through, and i hope this was okay! if you made it this far, thank you for reading 🫶🏻