#parts are messy. too lazy to clean

[superbellsubways]

wouldnt leave my mind for months

[highwaydiamonds]

As someone who hates the sisyphean task of cleaning, how dare my mental health prefer a clean room.

[oreo-creampie]

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 ⊹ 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡

they were roommates poly series

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! established relationship, period sex, receiving oral (Toji is nasty what can I say), fingering, making out, some fondling, praise, voyeurism, some masturbation, they’re soft for you it’s your time of the month you deserve it 💅, double pentration, some making out (not with toji), sucking on suguru’s fingers, creampie, calling Toji and Suguru daddy, ‘it’s too big’ (Toji has a thick cock), light size kink, praise, Toji records your pussy for a little bit, squirting

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! boys taking care during time of the month for they were roommates series

Oreo: his hand in this picture is making me feral

Toji parts your wet pussy lips admiring your small hole. “Such a pretty pussy.” His scar deepens with a cocky, lazy smirk, your cunt’s blood coating his lips, dripping down his chin.

Toji dips his head messily sucking and stroking your sensitive clit. Nudging two curled fingers in fingers, your messy cunt squelches, stretching for his fingers easily.

Pumping his fingers, rubbing your sweet spot easing the cramps. Your thighs tremble, breath hitches and your grabbing a handful his hair, roughly tugging.

Writhing, twisting your hips away Toji is persistent, following you with his tongue and fingers. Grabbing your hip pulling you back into place.

You hear the front door unlock, the footsteps of your roommates and the crinkle of their bags. Satoru stop in the entranceway, the blood rushing to his cock.

Suguru slips his shoes off with an annncoument of, “We got you plenty of chocolate, donuts, cupcakes, muffins, ice cream.” Rolling his eyes when Satoru sets the bags down, fixating on Toji and You.

Satoru presentes a sleepy teddy bear, it’s fuzzy paws outstretched. “Annnnnd a cute teddy bear, it warms up in the microwave for your cramps.” Your breathy moans, beautiful face, and messy cunt has the blood rushing to his cock.

Suguru nudges his elbow into Satoru’s arm. “Help me put the snacks up first. No sticking your dick in her mouth either! She’s relaxing.”

Toji glides his fingers out, sucking them clean, wiping his face clean with his crumpled black shirt. His towering over you, broad shoulders, muscular arms, fat pecs and sculpted abs.

Smearing his spit and pre-cum on his cock head, sliding his fingers down his veiny cock head. Crooning, “Princess,” slowly looking you up and down, stroking his cock faster.

Rubbing your puffy, sensitive clit, “Imma take care of her, help her feel good so you can rest.” The softness in his deep voice as your cheeks burning.

Biting your lips, and slowly dragging your gaze up his chest. The various pale or light pink scars make him look hotter. Catching his passionate stormy gray gaze.

Teasing you, “Havin’ fun admirin’ me doll?” Toji pushes your thigh by your side, swiping his warm, fat head between your lips.

His abs clench as he sensually rolls his hips, gently sliding his thick cock in with a deep, sinful groan. His jaw drops slightly, “Nnnn ahh fuck, s’ warm nnnn tight!” Tilting his head back, his jawline and adam’s apple looks so slutty.

Splaying your fingers on Toji’s flexing abs. “Nnn daddy ‘s tooo biiigggnnnnnhhh!” Clenching Toji tighter, getting off how his soft skin feels in contrast to how pussy grippingly hard he is.

Each slow, deep stroke makes your cunt loudly squelch. “Yet she’s takin’ me perfectly.” Grabbing his phone, recording his fat head slowly stretching your tight hole out. Until your messy cunt is stretching wide with the rest of him sinking in.

Showing you the clip, “Look at her mmmm love seein’ her messy nnnn’ bloody, stretchin’ for my cock.” Toji’s thick cock thinly coated in blood is widely spreading your messy cunt. Sinking in balls deep till you see only a faint sliver of his cock.

You can feel the slope of his cockhead perfectly rubbing your g-spot, before pushing deeper. Then there is the pulsing of his veins and how incredibly hard he is.

Satoru and Suguru take up either side of the sofa. Something about being watching, knowing they’re next makes it so much hotter.

Toji groans, “Grippinnnn’ hhh me like thatnnn,” his large muscular body shutters, his eyes fluttering shut as his jaw drops with an erotic groan, “fuck me, she’s so much warmer, sloppier! Nnn! Love it when she’s so messy!”

Fixing his attention on your sloppy cunt. Admiring your wet lips wrapping around his cock, the way your messy pussy is spread wide open for him. “Wannnna cum in ya! These two can fuck it in deeper.”

Satoru croons, “How ya feeling beautiful?” Gently circling your soft nipple with his thumb. “Is he doing a good job taking care of our pretty lil pussy n’ princess?” Glancing from Toji to Satoru, your cunt clenching, fuck Satoru is so handsome.

His fluffy white hair streaks across his sparkling blue eyes. Glossy light pink lips stretch from a kind grin to a playful smirk when you don’t answer. “Aww are you too cock drunk to speak already?!”

You can’t answer, too close to cumming, each swipe of Toji’s thumb and stroke of his cock is wrecking you. You’re a moaning messed on a towel, curled-up against the sofa, legs spread wide open. Pussy too full to think straight.

Gushing and clenching Toji’s fat cock, his veins gently pulsing as he spills warm thick cum inside of you. “Shit ya felt too good to pull out. She was begging for me to cum in her.” The throbbing of his cock and the warmth of his thick cum deep feels too good to pass up.

Sliding your hand up his chest, squeezing Toji’s large pec. “’s warm! Nnn your thumb!” Your pussy flutters from how Toji’s rubs your sensitive clit faster. Slowly dragging his softening cock ou, dipping his head down, dragging his tongue between your lips.

He stops when his nose nudges your clit as he glides his tongue in with a groan. “Needed one more taste of your pretty cunt before I head for a shower.” Kissing your lips and kiss before standing up and leaving.

“Brush your teeth too!” Satoru calls after Toji.

He yells from the stairs, “Yeah, yeah yeah!”

Suguru picks you up cradling you to his chest, Satoru quickly switches the towels for two nearby fresh ones where Suguru gently lies you down.

Spreading your legs for Suguru. Settled between your legs Suguru slicks his long dark hair back. His muscular arms flex as he puts his hair in a bun. The shorter locks of his bangs quickly escape.

Wrapping your leg around his waist. “Can you take both of us? I’ll go first, get you loose and relaxed before he slips in.” Lining himself up, swiping his thick cock between your lips. Suguru is a little thinner than Toji but longer.

“Mmmhmm I wanna feel your cocks rubbing together inside me.” Eager to be sandwich in between Suguru and Satoru’s well sculpted chests. Wanting to feel their large hands holding, folding and caressing your body.

Satoru holds up a rectangle pillow, “Lift her up, l’ll replace it.” Suguru softly folds your leg by your side, carefully lifting your hips up for Satoru to slide it underneath.

Lifting your head carefully, Satoru puts a softer pillow beneath your head. Kissing your forehead, “How’s that?” Suguru swipes his cock head between your soft wet lip, sliding your leg over his shoulder.

Sliding your fingers along Satoru’s soft undercut. “‘S comfortable, thank you for being sweet all day.” Glancing from Satoru to Suguru. His slanted passionate dark chocolate eyes are too warm, too gentle, loving and captiving.

Suguru lifts your hand to his lips, kissing the interlocking three-band wedding ring. “It’s what our princess deserves.” Leaning over you, Suguru pushes Toji’s thick cum in with a gentle, passionate deep roll of his hips.

Quivering as Suguru spreads your sloppy wet, bloody pussy out. His soft skin contrasting how rock hard his cock is. Squeezing his hips with your thighs, his weight, soothingly presses you into the sofa keeps you from wiggling from.

You adore Suguru’s deep breathy groans, “You’re so beautiful princess, ya nnnnn feel so warmmm n’ soft, ‘s fuckin’ wet!” Your eyes roll back, jaw dropping with a needy moan.

The passionate sensual rocking of Suguru’s hips driving you wild. From the soft texture of his skin to how toe curling hard he is. He spreading you wide, going so deep in your squelching wet, messy pussy.

He stuffs his thick fingers past your lips for you to suck on. Swirling your tongue around both. Grabbing his large wrist, slipping your fingers into his soft hair, knocking his bun loose.

You can hear the slick sound of Satoru stroking his cock. “She looks so damn sexy underneath you takin’ your fat cock. Fuck me beautiful I can’t wait to feel your hot, tight pussy squeezing mw against Suguru’s cock.”

You pleadingly looking up at Suguru, picking his pace up. Suguru hard cock stroking your sensitive pussy, one his his puffy veins rubs your sweet spot.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth and gently kissing you. You wrap your arm around Suguru digging your nails into his back, gently tugging his long, soft dark hair.

Parting your lips for Suguru’s soft tongue, moaning into his mouth. The kiss is so tender, slow, and passionate. His deep groans, and warm, muscular body pressing against your is divine.

Breaking away, “Are you ready for Satoru or do you need a little longer?” Kissing your for head, you love how much smaller you feel underneath Suguru’s enormous, muscular body.

Suguru leans back enough to admire your beautiful face. Begging, “Mmmhmmmready wanna feel you both!” Sliding your hand over his broad shoulder, down his well defined thick pecs. He’s so stunning, with a loving smile, gentle warm brown eyes and a well sculpted body making your cunt throb, clench and drool.

You hear the shuffle of moving furniture as Suguru carefully lifting you off the sofa. Satoru is pushing the carpet and coffee table aside. Spreading both the towel out on the floor, where Suguru holds you over.

Satoru presses his warm hard chest against your back. Leaning your head back to look up at his beautiful face. Admiring the shape of his jawline as he lines himself up. Splaying your fingers on Suguru’s chest, slowly slipping your fingers over Satoru’s undercut.

He gently glides his cock in, spreading your sloppy wet pussy wider. Stretching your taunt and tight, clenching both of their cocks, you can acutely feel Satoru’s head is above Suguru’s. Causing Suguru to rub against his cock head when he slowly rolls his hips.

Satoru and Suguru hold you in a mating press between them. Their large hands gripping your soft, squishy thighs. You jaw drops, thighs quiver, hips arch.

Matching each other’s pace perfectly, Satoru whines, “Nnn fuuuuuuck me! Nnnn that it princess squeeze our cocks together, ‘s wet n’ perfect.” He kisses the top of your head, dragging his hand slowly up your side. Softly rubbing your sensitive nipple.

Dipping his head giving you a passionate, deep kiss, moaning as he slips his tongue into your mouth. He’s needy, fervent like he won’t get another chance to kiss you. And this is his only chance to memorize your lips softly mold to his.

Suguru dips his head softly sucking on your neck, sliding his large hand down your thigh, squeezing the soft fat of your hips. Their cocks spreading your sensitive, messy cunt taunt as Satoru and Suguru fuck you.

You’re a thoughtless, cum and cock stuffed pamper princess between them. Getting off on their soft loving caresses and gentle roll of their hips. The intense, overstimulation pleasure soothing your cramps, leaving your a mess of bliss.

So eager to cum, moaning into Satoru’s mouth. Slipping your fingers from his soft undercut into his fluffy hair. When he breaks away to let you breath, you breathily plead, “Wanna cum! Daddy please! Don’t stop, I'm gonnnnnnnaaaannnn.” Satoru muffles your moans with his lips.

Suguru insists, “That’s it gorgeous, nnnn cum.” Your messy cunt gushes, spasms and clenches Suguru and Satoru’s cock. Both of them are too much for your sensitive cunt to stand a chance.

Whimpering, trembling, your eyes water as they don’t stop. Your warm thick cum soaking their cocks, balls and the towel below. Satoru softly strokes your nipple, crooning, “I’m so proud of you gorgeous for cumming so hard on our cocks.”

Oreo m.list

[rafey-baby]

sweet treat

thinking about construction worker!rafe who spends his days 'lifting heavy stuff and building shit' (his words) and is always showing up to the small cafe shy!reader works at all sweaty and white shirt dirtied...

c/w: construction worker!rafe being flirty & having some improper thoughts, her having the biggest crush on him, suggestive

wc: 1k

hope you enjoy xx

part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

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Every time the golden bell above the door of the coffee shop dings and Rafe's eyes settle on her soft form the edges of his mouth tilt up; offering her a lazy grin as he asks what baked good she’d recommend for him to try that day. 

His visits have become something she begins to look forward to, him asking about her day with his raspy voice and big biceps bulging as he leans against the counter; always managing to drag a nervous giggle out of her.

She feels like a Pavlov’s dog, her brain tingling and mind buzzing like a bee when the clock ticks away and the time he usually walks through the mustard yellow door approaches.  

And he thinks she’s just as sweet as sugar, especially when she smiles at him all bashful, trying to hide the way her eyes round out and her breath gets caught in her throat whenever he leans closer to her, asking what she's doing after this with a slow drawl, lifting his thumb to her cheek and swiping away a smudge of flour dusted over the skin there, lingering for a second too long.  

“Messy girl,” he'd murmur, purposefully trying to make her blush, being mean.  

Slowly but surely, his visits become the best part of her day and she starts to harbor fond, gooey feelings towards the slightly older guy who makes a show of loudly humming in satisfaction when he bites into a raspberry chocolate muffin she’s made, honey dripping from his tongue when he showers her in compliments.  

He seems to be pleased when she diverts her jittery eyes from his intense gaze and tries to busy herself with swiping a rag over a spot on the countertop (for the fourth time already), sneaking glances at him indulging in the confectioneries she's practically forcing him to taste test now; whenever she tries a new recipe, she always wants him to be the first to try it. And he's not complaining.  

And when he finds out she walks home by herself, even after night shifts, there’s no other option for him but to insist driving her home from then on, because he doesn’t like the idea of such a pretty girl walking alone in the dark— doesn’t like it at all.  

She of course denies him immediately, going on about not wanting to bother him and that she’s fine, to which he simply furrows his brows; telling her it actually wouldn’t be a bother at all since he can often work quite late as well— demanding to know what time she gets off that night. And she has no choice but to hesitantly reply, his stern tone almost compelling her to give into his every wish.  

It then becomes a routine for them, him waiting for her to finish up cleaning and her mumbling out a soft thank you when he holds the door of his truck open and she crawls onto the passenger side with his palm on the small of her bag guiding her, just resting there, reassuring. He often refers to her as ‘my passenger princess’, making her melt into a puddle on the seat every single time; trying to hide her flustered face from him, but failing miserably. 

She often feels rather overwhelmed in the small space of his car, a plum tinge heating up her face whenever she feels his eyes on her, catching her staring at his big hands. She's not sure how he's allowed to have such alluring details; a singular gold ring adorning his index finger, strawberry lips so inviting, it's making her head spin.  

Therefore, it’s not really her fault when her mind gets lost in a haze and her brain turns foggy when she notices how his strong arms flex whenever he turns the steering wheel, thumb tapping against the leather. Or when his blunt fingernails scratch at the slight stubble on his face and she wonders how it would feel on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs or—

“You good, Sweetheart?” Rafe asks and she blinks, realizing he’s asked her a question. A question her dazed cerebrum has no recollection of.  

“Sorry?” She's embarrassed.  

A low chuckle rumbles from his sturdy chest. “What’s on your mind, hm?”  

“Oh, um— nothing, just tired and…stuff,” she tries to sound convincing, however, his grin only widens.

“Yeah? So, you’re telling me you weren’t just checking me out?” His tone turns into something condescending, patronizing.  

“What? I— no, no I was just—” 

“Relax, I’m just fucking with you,” but there’s a mocking glint in his eyes that indicates she’s not being very subtle. Her face burns. 

“Asked you if you were hungry?” He flits his eyes to hers. 

“Uh...yeah, sure. I mean, I don’t even remember how long it's been since I ate lunch to be honest,” she starts to ramble, trying to ignore the murky thoughts trying to reach beyond the surface.  

“Why don’t you come over to my place then and I could make you something? All I’m saying, is that I’m a great cook, feels unfair to me that you’re always the one filling up my belly with your baking,” he says as his mind starts to concoct a few other ways he could fill up her belly, willing to bet that she’d let him.  

After all, he’s not an idiot. He sees the way her moony eyes travel down his features whenever she thinks he’s not paying attention— thinks it's absolutely adorable how sheepish she gets about it.  

However, he’s hesitant about the right way to approach it, not wanting to scare the shy little thing away. But he’s not sure how much longer he can go without having her the way he so desperately wants.  

Therefore, he opts to warm her up with a homemade meal, and afterwards let her have a sweet treat; he'd fuck her dumb, stuff his cock into her tight cunt until tears are trickling down her cheeks and she's a whimpering mess.  

He knows he could make her feel so good, wants to show her just how much she's missing— wants to make her beg for it and wants to be a little mean about it, but most of all he just wants to make her his.

“Um…okay,” she agrees with a nod of her head.

Because how is she supposed to deny him of anything when he’s looking at her with those enticing eyes that resemble dulcet water puddles?

[inkskinned]

it's just that there's a few more steps you have to take that other people don't have to take, but they don't see the steps, so they think you should be able to hop from moment to moment, a chickadee.

it isn't getting out of bed. it is the weight, the hook in your chest, the anchor. you have to move the anchor first. you have to silence your alarm, but your phone is in your hand, which means now you have to put the phone down, which is too-hard. you get stuck in there for a while, the white screen, mindlessly scrolling. you don't even like this activity, have tried a few other options but - here you are, and time is passing.

you've googled iron deficiency causes depression and if i drink enough water does it help with mental illness and anxiety but no caffiene within the last two weeks, like how you googled am i gay quiz at 17.

it isn't just calling the doctor back, it's the anxiety, it's these little moths in your lung cavities, furious and fluttering. you need to figure out how to capture your fingers from between their nervous bodies. you are an adult, you can say the words yes hi, i'm calling because i need - but you need to practice first. maybe write it down because what if you misspeak, wouldn't that be embarrassing. write it down, but you need to find a pen first. well, actually, your desk is kind of messy. you should get a new pen. you should get a new organizational system. you should try journaling.

your grades in school were always strange. the way teachers would say things like it feels like you're not trying. you could touch stars in the stuff you cared about. well, sometimes. god be willing. homework average zero. oops! your english teacher's wrinkled brow: i know you know this stuff. what the fuck are you doing?

it isn't the showering, it's the mirror before the shower and the soft horrible pull of your naked physique. you have to avoid eye contact completely or else it'll be 93 minutes later and you'll have picked at your skin until every little pore is bleeding. you have to stand up but standing is tiring and also you should have remembered to buy more soap but you never remember anything. maybe get out of the shower and while it's still running and you're still dripping wet, use your phone to take a note. make a note to get your groceries. let the shower run while you stand half-in half-out and get lost in your phone for a moment. come back out when the water runs cold and now you have to sprint to get ready.

your grandmother's frown. you're just being lazy. protestant work ethics in a house that isn't even protestant. she says she just learned different but she means learned better, doesn't she.

it's not that you can't send the email, it's that your hands have been hurting lately and the desk really is messy and also why the fuck would you even care about this thing? doesn't everyone else feel like they're drowning? hi brendon thanks so much for sending! will review and get back to you shortly. but now you're on the internet, close the tab with tumblr on it. go on, close it. feel the little soft vapor of boredom come up and over your eyeteeth and make everything overwhelming and itchy.

literally all you have to do is put on shoes to go outside. you're literally already dressed, that's the hard part of this whole thing. literally just put the shoes on. just... do it! do it! this shit is easy!

it's literally that easy. just stop taking all those stupid invisible steps. stop following your strange made-up rules. times like this, even you're positive you're faking. you just don't want to bother with the cleaning and the cooking and the being-an-adult.

but then - shouldn't you be able to put these stupid shoes on? nobody's even looking. go on kid. life is out there! just take the leap!

get moving.

[shaisuki]

❝ THE WOLF I PICKED UP AS A STRAY IS A BUM.ᐟ CLINGY TOO! ❞

content warnings. hybrid toji, suggestive themes, nsfw under the cut.

wolf! toji that you picked up on one windy night. littered with cuts and one of his wolf ears are cut. probably from a fight and thus, you brought him home to take care until he's healed.

wolf! toji who took a liking to you. he never left your house and lives as a free loader who never offered to get a job to pay for the bills in exchange for living with you. he only stares at you. a mischievous glint in his eyes and a cocky smirk. “i'm guarding your house, sweetheart.” he said with a wink and you kind of wanted to slap the shit out of him.

wolf! toji that annoys the hell out of you. trying to get a rise and won't behave unless you threatened to kick him out which works but only for a certain amount of time and he's back on to you again.

wolf! toji beefy body with broad shoulders and everything about him screams big. menacing even with the scar in the corner of his mouth. his ears twitching and that sharp fangs that you knew can tear huge chunks of flesh from how he eats. his strength jaw can crush anyone with a single bite. despite all of that features of him, he didn't use it to intimidate you.

wolf! toji is a huge lazy bum. who sleeps most of the day and lays on the windows where sunlight streams and he's peacefully snoozing. who only wakes up when it's time to eat or to annoy you. messes up with your things and leave them for you to clean.

wolf! toji who can be surprisingly affectionate when you need it. his ears twitching when he senses you're in distress or particularly sad. his large palms patting your head and will sometimes hug you and let you cry on his shoulder. his huge fluffy tail gently wagging and you can hear it gently thumping.

wolf! toji who enjoys teasing you. pinching your round cheeks until they puffed out. chuckling as you slap his hand away and hears you grumbling. grabs your love handles and squeezing the supple flesh earning another rise out from you. hes careful not to scratch you up with his sharp nails.

wolf! toji who may have been slowly falling in love with his human. he didn't know where it started but he suddenly seeks your warmth in most times and starting to wonder what time will you get home from your work. repeatedly glancing at the clock and yawns from how bored he was without you. the longer you took, the more he hallucinates of you. your laugh bouncing on the walls. your presence at every corner of your home and just you.

wolf! toji who gets too possessive when you came home stinking of a male human. you didn't know cause you don't have super senses like him and you're just confused why he starts growling at you. immediately scenting you afterwards and pulling you close to his muscular body. squirming and writhing and going as far to punch him to get out of his grip didn't work. he didn't even budge.

wolf! toji growling at you from trying to move away from him. keeping a tight grip to your plush waist as he settled you on his lap. straddling him with your thick thighs and feeling the hardness of cock. rubbing between your clothed cunt. you can hear him grunting at the skin of your neck where your pulse is. “mine. you're mine.”

wolf! toji biting the skin to mark you as his. sharp canine teeth digging at your skin enough to bruise before licking it with his tongue to sooth you from the pain he had caused. nuzzling at your neck after that. inhaling your scent that without a doubt no trace of any other men beside him.

wolf! toji is grabbing your soft chin and he melts at the look in your face. the color of your eyes meeting with his own green ones and he loses at the sight of your parted lips. beckoning him to kiss you and he did. it was messy. all tongue and drool seeping on the corners of his mouth. lost in the feeling of your soft lips against his. giving you no time to reciprocate as he claimed you. grabbing the back of your head to deepen the kiss and burying yourself in the hardness of his body.

wolf! toji who breaks the kiss. licking the remnants of his spit and yours in his lips. his thumb caressing your round cheek. no words are said and it was clear that you belong to him and only him.

wolf! toji is now your partner. a clingy one and too overprotective who never left your side. acting as a guard dog whenever you two shop. growling and glaring to everyone who gets closer to you. baring his sharp canine teeth and snarls to someone who dares to approach you. he stands behind you. looking for any threats that may harm you. he can't have you being put in danger. that's what he reasoned when you scold him for being territorial and he brushes it off. he also likes his view when he's behind you.

wolf! toji who have no concept of personal space. he's almost your shadow now. follows you everywhere. in the kitchen where you cook, he standing behind you. watching you prepare a meal for him and yours. in the bathroom who insists that he should be there — what happens if you slip? no one will be there except for him. you sprayed him water once and he hates it but didn't deterred him. in the living room where either he's sprawled above you, crushing you with his weight or you on his lap while you finish a work.

wolf! toji is so handsy at you. grabbing whatever flesh he can get. kneading and squishing every part of your body especially your round belly where he grabs the malleable flesh. feeling it in his hand and loving the way it feels against his hand and then to your boobs. palming it every change he can get. you're his human-sized stressball.

wolf! toji that loves when you touch him. he may not say it but his tail says so. you teased him for it and he only grumbles. a slight blush dusting on his cheeks. he gives in when you scratch his head. his wears twitching and you hear that familiar sound of his tail wagging thumping against the floor. he gets so putty at your touch but he won't tell you.

wolf! toji who loves the closeness with your body and his. contrasting his hard ones with your softness. he likes it how feels against his and how it rubs against his skin when he fucks you senseless. plowing into your fat pussy like there's no tomorrow and being hypnotized from how your body jiggles beneath him.

wolf! toji that loves to eat your fat pussy. his tongue are perfect for it. it's wide and take your whole pussy lips in them. giving you broader and wider licks whole he catches your juices on his tongue. his tail wagging on response from how happy he is. tasting your sweet cunt of his mouth.

wolf! toji stretching you with his big, fat cock. folded you up in a mating press. drooling at the sight of your belly being squished and your fat pussy swallowing his cock whole. growling at the sensation of being buried in your wet, velvety heat.

wolf! toji who pounds in you with no tomorrow. fucking you in a wild abandon while he grabs your plush waist for better grip. the flesh spilling into his large palms. beads of blood surfacing where his sharp nails had digged into your skin. relishing into your moans and gasps.

wolf! toji who cums a lot. his thick warm cum seeping into the crevices of your awaiting womb. spurts after spurts of his cum being loaded inside of you. desperation evident from how badly he wants to fill you with his cum.

it's not the end for that not when wolf! toji who loves you very much. he ain't good, not kind either and pretty mean to you but he can be soft when he wants to. just with you though. he already claimed you, marked you. there's no running from him when he got you wrapped around his big, beefy arms. snuggling into you like there's no tomorrow and definitely not letting you go.

help your struggling writer with a coffee.

[kentoxo]

Goji casually sucking his girl's tits while they're lazing on the couch 🫠 he's just a little bit obsessed with them and has to either be touching or kissing them at all times

I swear by boob lover Gojo. He's so needy and gentle, love our man. ty for the prompt, anon <3

reader(f) x bf!gojo

It had to be a Sunday where the both of you had no plans but to decay in the house.

You admitted your laziness at dawn in regards to cleaning the house, claiming it was 'clean e'nuff.' Satoru could only laugh at you, watching you waddle over to the bathroom to wake yourself up. These days were lovely, truly, since the both of you can spend time with one another without having to go outside or engage in consistent conversation. Comfortable silence was a fan favorite in your household.

Adjusting the large, black sweatshirt you stole from Satoru, you make your way towards the sofa. Satoru watched you from the kitchen, amused at watching you swipe the remote control and put on some sitcoms on the tele. "I'll order us some breakfast, m'love," your other half hums from the counter, "I'll get you your usual."

"Thank youuu," you drag from the couch, grabbing all the pillows you could to support your torso while you distracted yourself with the tv. Satoru promptly places the order and quickly saunters over to you, making himself comfy in between your legs. He, too, was in all lazy attire, with a contrasting white sweat set.

He faced you while getting adjust, his platinum locks getting messy in front of his face. You felt his stare, and his movement as his head got closer and closer to your chest. But this was such a Satoru thing that it was just normal to you. You finally felt hands snake around the sides of your body, the callouses on his fingers lifting goosebumps from the skin of your stomach.

His forearms push up the sweatshirt a bit, allowing him to put his head into it. You let out a few giggles but continue watching your show mindlessly. His hands finally reached the under crevice of your mounds, and your breath quickly hitched. As much as you say you're used to it, it always feels so good whenever Satoru loved on your chest.

Most of his hand caressed the sides of your tits while his thumbs lightly rubbed against your sternum. His cold hands were taken by the warmth of your underboob, the part of which Satoru started to kiss. You lift the sweatshirt a bit to give him better access, and emit a few moans when you felt his tongue tease the lining of your right boob.

Satoru's hot breathe made your buds harden immediately, your pelvis beginning to thrust up on his own. He was getting you in the mood and he knew it. He snickered beneath your sweatshirt, "what's wrong, y/n?"

"...Nothing," you murmur, shaking a bit from the sensation of Satoru's love on your chest.

Letting out another laugh, Satoru kisses his way towards your right tit, his lips peppering kisses around your nipple. For your left, his hand begins to gently squeeze it, with his fingers flicking your nipple every few moments. His hands were clamp and so cold, his hand cupping your boob and tugging it upward before letting it droop down again, and repeat.

"Nn-anh..." moans escape your lips, your sudden inability to keep your legs still. You kept bucking up against him, unable to still yourself from the feeling of a pool forming between your thighs.

"Can't keep still huh?" Satoru teases your squirming.

You respond with moans and a string of soft cursing. His tongue finds its way to your nipple, twirling around it as his hot breath worsened your libido. Your eyes were now on Satoru's head tented under your sweatshirt, completely forgetting about the tv.

Your lover finally wraps his lips around your nude-colored bud, with his tongue flicking your nipple in his mouse. You could feel his teeth begin to graze your nipple, but not quite giving it a nibble. He bobs his head as he sucks your nipple up before letting it go, obsessed with the way it bounces back down until it stills.

"They're so perfect," he whispers, his left hand beginning to twist your other nipple between his middle and thumb. "You're so perfect," he groans, his mouth widening to take more of your chest. Voices emanating from the tv were completely clouded by your own moans and the thought of fucking your boyfriend.

He then wraps his hand around your right tit, concentrating your mound and your nipple. He begins to attack it more aggressively, you could feel his saliva beginning to coat most of it. He gently (but impatiently) tugged at your nipple, sucking it to keep it in his mouth without having to let it go.

"God, I can't get enough of you," Satoru mutters, unable to control himself. His twisting of your left nipple becomes stronger, causing you to arch your back from the fine line between pain and pleasure. You yank off your sweatshirt completely from over his head, revealing your handsome boyfriend with your whole boob practically in his mouth.

His eyes flicker up, keeping eye contact with you as his velvet rose lips caging your nipple while his indecent tongue lapped around it. The sounds of his sucking and hummed moans make you bite your bottom lip, trying your best to cum right then and there. You'd be damned if you came before Satoru fucks the daylights out of you.

Satoru lets go of your tit with a pop! and looks down to admire your tits in the light. "Babe..." you let out with a raspy voice. Your moans roughened your voice as your chest heaved hopelessly for more air. "T-take it easy, will ya?"

He raises one of his eyebrows, a sinister smile painting his lips. "You know me, pretty girl. I can't help myself when it comes to your twin beauties."

He brings both of his hands to the sides of your boobs, and squeezes them towards each other. Your nipples almost touched one another with how close they were. With your nipples now close, Satoru licks his lips hungrily before taking them both in his mouth. You twitch under him, unable to stay still again as you felt his tongue dance between the two buds. He took them at the corners of his lips and sucked them up, letting them go just to do it again.

He teased the in between of your mounds, sticking his tongue in the tight crevice they created. He would trail kisses there, and around both of your nipples before giving each nipple their kisses. "Your turn," he whispers to your left boob, squeeze it lightly with one hand while the other begins to rub your right nipple aggressively in the tips of his fingers.

"T-'Toru, I-I'm close," you admit embarrassingly, your hands cupping your cheeks as you continue to thrust up under his weight. "P-please--!"

"Please hold it, beautiful," Satoru requests softly. His crystal blue eyes lock in with yours, lust and hunger welled up in them. His lips were open agape, his lips shiny from his own play. "I want you to cum around my dick."

You shake your head but do your best to hold it in. But you felt your pussy pulse, your body completely warm and in heat. Satoru returns to kneading them, but he keeps sucking and tugging more aggressively on your nipple. For him, it was saccharine sweet like a lollipop. His addiction to your tits was dangerous, as he sometimes doesn't know when to stop.

"Shit-- Satoru, wait!" You plead, your hands finding their way on his head. Your fingers tug desperately at his soft, white locks. But this only entices him to go harder, your nipple beginning to burn between the jaggedness of his teeth. "Sa--to--!"

Before he could continue, the doorbell rang, with the delivery man hollering outside your door. Satoru lets go of your chest, his eyes pained before rushing over to the door. You rush to pull down your sweatshirt and hold your face, attempting to calm you down as your sweet lover comes back in with breakfast and an adoring smile.

[kozachenko]

Finally decided to play around with my old lineless style again! Also figured out a way to draw Reimu that I actually really like!

Artist's Notes;

I've mentioned in a few earlier posts that I've been wanting to draw in my lineless style again for a while as a way to test what I've learnt from my previous style in regards to lighting. I did the face first and then for a while was thinking about doing a full body illustration of Reimu just to draw her outfit again. I'll talk about the face first since that's the first drawing I did in this batch.

For the longest time I really couldn't find a way to translate Reimu's face into my style. I was able to make her clothes work out well, just not really her face. I did like elements of how I drew her face a few other times, namely the tiny eyebrows and her pupils, but they didn't really feel like Reimu to me, or at least how I imagined her in my head. I then realized that it was less of a problem with the entire face and moreso the eyes, and it took me quite a bit of trial and error to make something that I was happy with. Also, as much as I thought the tiny eyebrows were cute, it didn't really make sense with her character. Like, from what I know about Japanese history, plucking your eyebrows was something that nobles (rich people) would do, and since Reimu is...neither of those things, I decided to just give her some thicker eyebrows instead (I will be saving the plucked eyebrows for another character though, so they will return). After I got to a face I was happy with, my next challenge was the hair. I did the front part first and liked that enough to continue, and then after more trial and error I realized that deep down I was a short-hair-Reimu-is-best-Reimu-truther this whole time because once I gave up on the long hair and gave her shorter hair something just clicked in my brain. And so, after drawing her outfit in again (this time without the yellow tie which is kinda sad but I'll find a way to incorperate it into future designs because it just was not making sense to me in context with the rest of the outfit) and finnicking around with the bow, I came to a version of Reimu's face that I actually liked. I thought that it made more sense for her character to have her cut it short, mainly because she's doing a bunch of Youkai extermination and she has to keep her hair out of her face somehow. I still wanted to make it kinda messy though, as Reimu is probably too lazy to clean it up herself. I think another reason I like it so much is because in Forbidden Scrollery, Moe Harukawa gave Reimu short hair and that really suited her, so I guess that was just a subconcious reason as to why I liked it so much. I also think that the shorter hair helps to separate her a lot from Marisa, as I think Marisa looks really good with longer hair. Speaking of, now I wanna do a drawing of her and Reimu together to really solidify how I draw them (unlike the previous version where it was just them standing). As much as I do like the face, I am concerned if she looks too much like how I drew Keiki now, but that might just be a product of the stylistic choices I made with her eyes and I might just be overthinking it. I am hyperaware of same face syndrome so that's probably the reason I'm so concerned about it lol.

Now for the fully body drawing. I was struggling to think of a good pose for her, so I just took a picture of myself and used that as a reference while still making slight adjustments for readability's sake. This is another case of, "I've looked at this too long and can spot every single issue with it" but this time I'm still happy with the final product mainly because this was a test drive for how I want to develop my lineless style in the future and for what it is I am more than pleased with the result. The main reason I deviated away from my lineless style was mainly because I was having a hard time with the lighting and making it interesting, and I am so glad that I've finally found a way to make it work! I'm especially happy with the clothes, as I think clothing folds are really fun to draw. I was somewhat inspired by the works of J.C. Lyendecker and the way he draws clothes, though admittedly it is not a one to one, since I mainly wanted to try implying the shading of the clothing folds with shapes (I do really want to do a study of his style one day as his art is incredible). So for the sleeves, I drew in a bunch of triangles where I wanted there to be a strong highlight, roughly coloured in the inside, and then blended them all so it looks like a more subtle. On both of these drawings, I also added in a noise filter to give it some texture (as that's what I used to often do with my drawings) and while I do like it, I might want to experiment with making it more subtle in the future, as it's pretty noticeable in both these drawings. Overall, I'm really happy with the lighting and colours of this drawing, and while I could nitpick several aspects of it (her hand holding the gohei looks too tense, I tried making her look like she was standing on the balls of her feet but the positioning of her Gohei's trail of papers ends up making it look weird, and I could've put more effort into the hair and bow and so many more things), this is more of a piece for me to experiment with my style again, and I'm excited for when I get a new idea for a piece, as I really wanna try some more stuff out with this style!

[pupyuj]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE extremely dom! yujin who gets off on degrading bratty sub! reader (bonus if the do the cuddle cuddle at the end) (g!p is appreciated 💞💞, it's alright if u don't vibe it though)

p.s. - sana maganda po yung araw nyo ‼️‼️ muchmuchmuch love from your ph followers ate ena 💞

long time no drabble but i am here with a mission to get back into the swing of things and not let laziness take over me! 😤‼️ anyways SALAMATTT i hope you have an amazing day too anon (pakisabi na lang sa friends ko from back home na miss na miss ko na sila HAHAHA char) 🥺💕

your troubled loser of a girlfriend with a messy job, dysfunctional family, and deep, dark interpersonal issues that she spends absolutely no time fixing and instead, treats you like trash in the bedroom bcs that’s the only way she can have control of things! 🫢 when she comes home and she doesn't call out to you sweetly... you know something is amiss! especially when you poke your head out of the kitchen and see that state she's in—necktie loose, her blazer hastily thrown to the couch, her shirt a bit wrinkled with two buttons unbound... signs that she has not been very calm on the drive home 😭😭

doesn't share a word with you and just kisses you, but it wasn't the type of kiss that got you feeling butterflies in your stomach! it was the kind that had yujin ripping your apron off of you and dragging you up the stairs really harshly! but ofc only such treatment would be tolerated by an equally psychotic lover... so obviously you loved it whenever yujin got like this 🤭👀 feeling her cock stiffen up as she allows you you explore her body with your hands while you're underneath her... taking her tie off slowly, unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it off, squeezing her breasts.. ah, if looks could kill, that glare yujin was giving would have put you six feet under long ago! 🥴

yujinnie gets a kick out of the sounds of the sluttiest moans that you make while she's ramming her cock against your walls 😍 she remembered a time where you couldn't even take all of her in without tapping out.. now you were just gladly letting her abuse your pussy like this... though yujin can see that it still hurts you in some way, but she's always too petty and annoyed to stop 🤤 putting her underneath your thighs and pushing your hips upward so her cock can reach the deepest depths of you.. yujin herself releasing heavenly sounds from her mouth that you forget just how fucking cruel she could get with her words.. until ofc she gets the composure to speak while she's fucking you 😈

"hmmn.. ha.. good little pet... this is the only w-way to shut you up, huh..? should've known..."

"can't be annoying now, huh? y-you'd love to, right...? but you love my dick too much to act out now..."

"you're just a s-stupid whore, aren't you..? f-fuck!"

well ofc this was the perfect time to embarrass yujin bcs you're just as petty! attempting to move away from her so she would have to chase after you... clawing at her arms to get her to release you from her iron grip.. you were both scared and horribly turned on by the way yujin got increasingly angry until she just snapped, just as you intended 😋 she's grabbing your face, forcing your mouth open and spitting down your throat... making you swallow and grinning widely when you do.. "fucking slut.. you'd let me do anything to you, huh?" it was a rhetorical question, but you nodded anyway... eagerly too! the only thing it did was inflate yujin's ego... as well as intensify her thrusts 🤤

yeah the sex ends with both of you cussing at each other while she dumps her seed inside your womb but your favorite part is the one where yujinnie turns into the usual ahn yujin that you knew: sweet and very very wholesome 🥺 she's leaving gentle kisses all over the painful bite marks she left, she's keeping you hydrated, even cleans up the mess both of you made and absolutely refuses to let you move a muscle 😭 afterwards, the two of you would be tangled up embracing each other and you comfort her about the hard day she had... overall just very sweet after such intense sex 🤭💞

[ohbueckers]

TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME. i’ve been watching you for ages and i spend my whole time trying not to feel it.

CHAPTER THREE! pairing, paige bueckers x teammate!reader. notes, finally stopped being lazy and went back to edit the lyric part for the chapters so they’re up if you’re curious YAY! also please send me anons i wanna talk to you all and hear your thoughts! it’s gonna get real messy real soon trust.. warnings, sexuality talk-ish?

august, 2022

“you know i’m not eatin’ that, right?”

paige’s voice cut through the quiet of the kitchen as sana set a plate of quinoa and grilled chicken in front of her. she stood back, arms crossed, waiting for paige’s reaction—exactly what she’d expected, if she was being honest.

“yeah, well, you can’t keep eating takeout every day, fool,” sana shot back, raising an eyebrow, daring paige to challenge her. she leaned against the counter, still in the black sweatpants and hoodie she’d been wearing all day. her straightened hair was pulled into a messy bun, stray strands falling into her face as she tucked her hands into her pockets.

paige stared down at the plate, her expression holding all the disgust in the world if it could. her hoodie sleeves were pushed up to her elbows, and her hair was pulled into a low, loose ponytail. “you really expect me to eat this? quinoa, sana? really? that doesn’t even sound appetizing.”

sana furrowed her eyebrows. “spell appetizing. and yes, really.” her tone was deadpan as she leaned further back against the counter, gesturing to the plate with widened eyes, practically saying she wouldn’t move until paige took a bite. “you’re an athlete in recovery. you need actual nutrients, not the junk you’ve been living off.”

paige gave her a look, scoffing. it was like forcing a child to eat their vegetables, except that child is a full-grown adult. “i’ve been fine on takeout.”

“paige, you’ve been ordering pizza every other day.” sana raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to try to justify herself.

paige grinned, leaning back in her chair and propping her crutch against the table. “there’s nothin’ wrong with pizza. you just hatin’ ‘cause i’m still faster than you, even on one leg.”

sana rolled her eyes. she could see the look on her face that told her she’d been trying to get out of this by distraction, and she wouldn’t feed into it. she’d picked up on a lot of paige-coded things since staying with her. “you’re delusional,” sana said, crossing her arms and giving paige a look that screamed ‘i’m not playing.’ “and trying to throw me off. eat.”

paige groaned, spooning some quinoa onto her fork again like it personally offended her. “you really out here actin’ like my mom.”

sana snorted, finally turning around and taking her eyes off of the blonde to begin cleaning up her cooking mess. “i’m trying to keep you alive. big difference.”

“alive is pushin’ it,” paige mumbled, taking a bite, chewing dramatically slow just to make a point. “you still can’t convince me this is better than a pepperoni slice.”

“i’m helping you survive!”

“hey, i ain’t died yet, so i must be doin’ somethin’ right,” paige retorted in her defenses, swallowing as she set her fork down. it didn’t help that the food actually was good, but she was too stubborn to admit it.

“because of me.” sana chuckled. “you’re welcome, by the way.”

paige smiled, watching her move around the kitchen as she crossed her arms. “alright, alright. you really gonna act like you don’t love takin’ care of me, though?”

sana paused at the sink, glancing over her shoulder with an eyebrow raised. “oh, i love it!” she replied dramatically, dishes clinking as she moved them around. “especially when you whine about eating real food.”

“i’m not whining,” paige shot back, always having to have the last word. sana knew paige wasn’t thrilled, but she also knew that beneath the joking and grumbling, she’d appreciated it. the recovery process had been brutal, not just physically but mentally.

paige’s family had gone back to minnesota after staying with her for the first few weeks, and though they still facetimed her constantly and checked in, it wasn’t the same as having them around. since then, it had been mostly sana and caroline stepping up, making sure paige didn’t lose herself in the monotony of rehab and downtime.

sana would never admit it out loud, but she could see it—the toll it was taking on paige. the endless physical therapy appointments, the constant reminders that she wasn’t back to her old self yet, the social media support that was both overwhelming and suffocating at the same time. the internet had been great, really. the love from fans, the constant reminders that people believed in her recovery. but there was always a part of her that felt like she had to live up to those expectations, and sometimes, it weighed her down.

at least sana and caroline were physically there. they didn’t treat her like she was fragile. sana especially didn’t. she teased her relentlessly, challenged her, made her laugh when the weight got too heavy, and most importantly, she didn’t let paige feel sorry for herself for too long. every time she started slipping into that mindset of self-pity, sana was there, pulling her right back out, like she wasn’t going to let her lose herself to the injury.

it was… comforting, but also fucking confusing.

paige glanced over at sana, still working her way through the dishes, her back turned but her presence steady. before she could say anything, the front door swung open, and caroline walked in, holding up a pizza box like a trophy. “guess what’s for dinner?”

paige lit up instantly, her eyes immediately darting to sana, throwing her some shit-eating grin. “see? mama carol knows what’s up.”

sana turned, groaning dramatically as she threw the dish towel over her shoulder. “oh, for the love of—fine.” she began pointing at paige accusingly. “but when you’re waddling through pt tomorrow, don’t say i didn’t try to help.”

paige only grinned wider, blue eyes piercing into her. they moved down to her lips, and sana had caught it. she always did, and she wanted her to stop doing that so badly. “don’t worry. if i gotta waddle, i’m taking you down with me.”

september, 2022

the bonfire crackled in the center of the group, flames casting long shadows across the lawn. uconn’s men’s and women’s basketball teams had gathered for some team bonding, a way to meet the new recruits from both sides. everyone was there—players sprawled out on blankets, standing in groups, or clustered around the fire. it was easy, familiar.

for the most part, it felt comfortable. but for sana, it was a little off. not bad, just… different. it felt like every week things had felt more and more different.

she wasn’t sure why. maybe it was because she wasn’t used to this, to being completely part of their world yet. or maybe it was because the entire night, her focus kept drifting to paige.

definitely the second approach.

she stood near the fire, smiling at something one of the guys had said, though her mind wasn’t there. it had been over a month since paige’s acl surgery, and in that time, sana had spent most of august by her side. it had been casual, her staying over with paige and carol out of convenience. but somewhere along the line, it became more than that. but she’d be kidding herself if she said it hadn’t always been more than that, she just felt like she could prevent it for some reason.

it was confusing, this closeness with paige. they’d grown comfortable, that’s for sure. it had snuck up on her, the way things sometimes do when you’re not paying attention. it’d been easy to write off at one point. paige was injured, vulnerable, and sana was just being there for her as a teammate, maybe even as a friend. but now?

now… she wasn’t sure.

the guy kept talking, something about the tradition of first night and how everyone gets into it, but sana’s attention wandered again. she didn’t want to be rude, but her thoughts kept circling back to paige. to the way she had looked at her earlier in the night, a glance that had lasted just a little too long.

and it wasn’t the first time it’d happened either.

there was that night nearing the end of august, days after paige’s surgery, but that thought didn’t make things much easier. paige had been frustrated, venting about how the rehab felt impossible, how the idea of sitting out another season made her want to scream. sana had been sitting on the floor next to her, listening, nodding along, but her attention had been focused on something else entirely—just paige herself. the way her face was flushed with anger, the tension in her jaw, her hands fidgeting in her lap. and there was something about her vulnerability in that moment that made sana’s chest feel tight.

“you know what’s worse?” paige had said, looking up suddenly, catching sana off guard. “feeling like i’m just a burden to everyone now. like i’m not even me anymore.”

sana had opened her mouth to reassure her, to tell her that wasn’t true, but the words got stuck in her throat, something that’d been happening a lot more now. instead, she’d reached out, her hand resting on paige’s knee without thinking. it was supposed to be a comforting gesture, but the moment their skin made contact, something shifted, and for the first time, sana found herself really noticing just how close they were.

the room had fallen into an uncomfortable silence, and paige’s eyes dropped to where sana’s hand was resting on her bare knee. then, slowly, she looked back up, their eyes locking for what felt like an eternity. sana had felt her pulse race, her heartbeat thundering in her ears as her hand stayed put. move your fucking hand, sana, she thought. but another part yelled that it would’ve been so easy to close the distance, and to just do it.

paige had leaned in, just a little, her lips parting as if she was about to say something, but nothing came out. sana had leaned in, too, almost involuntarily, her breath catching in her throat. for a split second, she’d been so sure paige was going to kiss her, that they’d crossed a line neither of them could come back from. but she didn’t, and maybe it was better off that way.

the door creaked open, and it was unlike caroline to knock. it must’ve been a sign, really. sana had jerked her hand away, bringing it to the back of her neck. and paige had sat back, letting out a breath as her cheeks flushed a light pink.

“you still staying with paige and caroline?” one of the guys—drew—asked her, pulling her from her thoughts. she blinked, turning to find a couple of the other guys from the men’s team sidling up next to her.

the way he said it almost made sana roll her eyes. everyone knew she’d been practically living with paige and carol for the last few weeks, as management had still been getting her sorted into an apartment, and her roommates arranged.

sana gave a half-smile, shrugging. “yeah, for now. i’ll be in my own soon. not that it concerns you, though.” she crossed her arms over her chest, the teasing evident in her tone, although only she would know she wasn’t exactly joking.

“why?” another guy chimed in, nudging drew with his elbow. “you got it made over there. i mean, who wouldn’t want to stay with bueckers?”

sana’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, her patience thinning at the not-so-subtle insinuation that was thrown out. since her arrival, she’d learned that paige’s sexuality wasn’t exactly a secret around campus, not that it mattered to her. it was like everyone assumed they knew paige bueckers more than she knew herself. it didn’t help that sana was a new and undeniably attractive addition to the women’s team meaning that in the guy’s eyes, paige had already gotten at her.

because supposedly, if you played women’s basketball, it automatically makes you gay.

as much as she wanted to snap, sana caruso was known for self control, even though she wasn’t sure how she did it half of the time. she chuckled, letting out a soft, “it’s not like that.”

“yo, ruso! you coming over, or are you just gonna keep entertaining those clowns all night?” nika’s voice yelled out to her, sharp and teasing as always.

sana’s head snapped over over to find nika standing with her arms crossed, a smirk pulling at her lips. amari was sat down beside her stood figure, and could see the rest of the girls lounging on blankets near the fire—azzi, lou, ice, aaliyah—all of them waiting, watching her from the other side. paige was there too, her expression casual, but there was something in the way she subtly tilted her head, gesturing for sana to come over. it was quiet but intentional, just like paige always was with her.

sana sighed, grateful for the out, and threw the guys a quick smirk. “i’ll catch you later.”

drew gave her a mock salute while the other guy, clearly unsatisfied, just muttered something under his breath. she didn’t care to hear it. even as she made her way across the lawn, she could feel the eyes on her, clutching the cup in her hand a little harder.

“finally!” nika exclaimed dramatically, clapping her hands. paige tapped sana’s ankle with the back of her hand from beneath her, silently telling her to sit. sana looked down, poking her hip with her shoe playfully before taking a seat. it was only a subtle acknowledgment. “i thought we were gonna have to drag you away from the dudes.”

“yeah? me too. it wasn’t easy to get away,” sana replied, sighing out with a fake grin and leaning back on her elbows as she shifted around. paige shifted herself, making room for the girl now next to her, glancing down at her knee still wrapped in the brace. the ache was dull, nothing like those first few days, but it was there. still.

“can we blame them, though?” dorka added with a smirk, eyes darting between sana and paige before they went back to her now assembled s’more. “they’d be dumb not to try.”

sana shot her a look, bringing a hand up to her forehead in embarrassment. “i am not that special, please,” she muttered, though her tone wasn’t entirely convincing.

paige snorted softly, more amused by sana’s humility than anything.

“isn’t there some rule about same-department dating?” caroline piped up, raising an eyebrow. her eyes involuntarily went to paige, who, for one, needed to know the answer more than anything. the question wasn’t mean to stir the pot, but it did serve as a warning. paige’s nothing is gonna happen comment didn’t sound entirely too convincing, and now that some time had passed, the odds of it only worsened. better safe than sorry.

neither of them could afford getting distracted. not with the season approaching.

“nah, no way,” dorka shook her head, licking a bit of melted chocolate from her thumb. “only same team. they’re really strict about funny business.”

the casual comment hung in the air for a moment, the unspoken tension between sana and paige only thickening as their eyes met briefly. paige’s jaw tensed slightly, her smirk fading into something unreadable. sana quickly looked away, pretending to be more interested in the sticks and fire than the way her breath had just hitched.

had that been a problem? had that even crossed her mind?

“okay, but real talk,” aaliyah broke the silence, her tone more serious now. “are you ready for first night?”

sana raised an eyebrow, glancing at the group. “i mean, i’ve heard it’s a big deal, but i don’t think i’ve fully wrapped my head around it yet.”

“it’s like the whole school comes out for it,” azzi explained. “there’s skills challenges, the usual stuff. but mostly, it’s just a chance for the fans to meet the new players and for us to kinda show off a little.”

sana nodded, trying to let their words sink in, but she could feel the weight of everyone’s expectations. she wasn’t new to pressure—she’d handled it all her life—but it felt like the first time all over again. her first official appearance at uconn, new fans that would have to get used to her.

paige watched her from the corner of her eye, catching the subtle shift in her posture. it wasn’t much—just a slight stiffening of her shoulders, the way her fingers tapped against her knee—but it was enough to tell her what she needed to know. sana was nervous.

without thinking, paige leaned over, voice low and casual, but with that signature confidence. “you got it though,” she said, tongue darting out to lick her lips as she looked at her. “it’s not like they can keep up with you anyway.”

sana glanced over at her, surprised? something about the way she said it—so sure, so easy—made the knot in her chest loosen just a little. despite it, she smirked, trying to hide the relief in her voice. “you sound pretty confident.”

paige shook her head, eyebrows furrowed as a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “we’ve all seen you play. there’s no contest, trust.”

and she meant it.

the rest of the group continued talking about the event, but for a moment, it felt like it was just them, locked in a silent exchange that said more than either of them was willing to admit. paige was right, and somehow, hearing it from her made all the difference.

what the fuck was paige bueckers doing to her?

[leejenowrld]

i’m surprised we haven’t gotten a scene where mc sucks mark’s cock… does it happen a lot? also do they cuddle a lot?

i’ve been trying to fit in a cock-sucking scene!!! maybe in part 5… but trust me, when y/n does suck mark’s cock, it’s absolutely filthy. her lips stretch around his thick length, saliva dripping down her chin as she struggles to take him deeper, her throat tightening with every inch. her hands grip his thighs, nails digging in for stability as tears brim in her eyes, mixing with the spit pooling at the corners of her mouth. mark’s voice is a low rasp, either cooing softly as he strokes her hair, murmuring, “good girl, take your time,” or rough and demanding, his grip tight in her hair as he growls, “you can take more, baby, don’t stop.” sometimes he’s patient, letting her set the pace, his dark eyes locked on hers, filled with quiet dominance and unmistakable desire. other times, especially when he’s in a mood, he’ll grab a fistful of her hair, holding her steady as he thrusts into her mouth, his voice low and commanding. he’ll pull her down onto him, her throat tightening around his length, tears brimming in her eyes, and he’ll murmur things like, “you can take it, baby. you wanted this, didn’t you?” it only spurs him on. the way she drools, the way her lips grow swollen, the way she smears spit and precum across her cheeks with trembling fingers—it’s all too much. and when she lets out that soft, pleading whimper, he loses control, groaning low as he spills down her throat. after, his thumb brushes over her lips, cleaning the mess, and he smirks as he murmurs, “that’s my girl.”

it’s messy, too—spit dripping down her chin, her cheeks flushed, and her mascara smudged. and when she pulls back, gasping for air, the way she licks her lips, her eyes glazed with a mix of arousal and pride—it’s enough to drive him insane. sometimes he’ll tilt her chin up, wipe her face clean with his thumb, and smirk, muttering something like, “good girl. you look so pretty like this.”

as for the cuddling? ofc. they love being so close to each other and inside of each other. it’s a completely different kind of intensity—soft, intimate, and grounding. mark holds her close, their bodies pressed tightly together like he can’t bear to let her go, his warmth enveloping her completely. her head rests on his chest, her ear catching the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, calming the storm inside her. his fingers trace lazy patterns along her back, soothing and intimate, while her hand rests over his heart, feeling the steady thrum beneath her palm. when she tilts her face up, his gaze is already on her, filled with something unspoken but utterly consuming. “you okay?” he murmurs, his voice soft and low, and she nods, leaning into his touch as he brushes his thumb across her jawline. their legs tangle together as he kisses her forehead, lingering there like he’s memorizing her, his lips pressing lightly against her skin. the quiet is filled with shared breaths and a closeness so deep it feels like the outside world no longer exists.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Thots of Matt eating reader out after she just shaved??🤭

love the way you think🫠

wrote this late last night, so not sure if all coherent - maybe just rambling brain rot. too lazy to edit it rn

matt murdock x fem!reader, mdni (18+ only!!)

aaaa so okay SO!!1

firstly I gotta say, and I quote forever and always, matt is a pussy eating fiend !! he don't care what you got, he's gonna eat. got a 70's bush? he's gonna chow down. haven't had time to clean yourself up beforehand? again, he's gonna gobble you up. he may have a preference (bc of his senses etc) - but he doesn't let that be known

BUT?? there's something just so addictive about eating you out after you just shaved, when you're all soft and smooth and silky - folds and pubic bone velvety to the touch and free of hair

I feel like it would be even more satisfying and enjoyable for him than usual, and he may even forget about getting you off. like the way your soft folds feel when he sucks them into his mouth, or simply just how good your pussy feels on his tongue

he would take all the time just leisurely licking you out, soft, pleased groans and moans muffling between your thighs - fingers digging into that crease, holding you still to his face. he'd be slow and teasing with it, changing things up without realising - unintentionally edging you. one minute, his tongue would be curled up into your pussy, tongue barely poking inside of you. the other he's on your clit, flicking over it. the next, he's sucking on it. the time after that, licking faint stripes up your slit

he also pays attention to other parts of your body without acknowledging it. maybe he trails kisses between your very inner thighs, spreading soft, open-mouth kisses over your heated skin - giving your poor, sensitive pussy a small time-out. his hands comfortingly stroking down your sides as if to reinforce his love for you

he also def reaches up to cup your tits when he eats you out, just saying ! just him extending his hands up to knead and squeeze them, as if to ground himself from his almost painful hard-on.. WHICH he has most definitely rubbed against the mattress a few times

more thots bc I can't help myself. but he doesn't let you get away, no matter how much you protest and push his head away - all you need to say is that small little word and it will immediately seize his movements. but you won't say it bc you don't actually want him to stop.. and he knows that 

maybe he likes it when you get just shy of overstimulation, when you're moments away from tapping out. when you crush his head with your spasming thighs, or when you make those strangled and choked moans, or when you're just twitching and jolting against his face, or when your grip in his hair tightens, or when you shimmy up the bed, or when your cry half of his name in a breathy whine, or when you cream on his tongue 

lastly, mr. matt murdock isn't about waste around here, so he never wastes a drop !! !! drinks you all up !! EVERYTHING !! since he can't see the messy state of your pussy after, instead, he runs his first two fingers over you - feeling the slippery and soft and puffy, soaked folds coated in spit and arousal. smearing everything around with A COCKY GRIN SLAPPED ON HIS FACE - feeling the literal mess he made of you

also also, he snogs you after to make you taste yourself 🫨

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[metranart]

Mikey x Reader x Draken (Tokyo Revengers)(Part 9)

Being a gang leader doesn’t leave a lot of free time and having hit the critical age of the hormonal teenager, Draken and Mikey are beginning to feel the raging urge of having some needs meet.

You end up ordering hot cakes and mint tea, Mikey orders a milkshake and waffles and Draken takes eggs, bacon and black coffee.

Silence follows when you all start to eat, only munching sounds and your loud thoughts can be heard. The three of you actually so hungry that your plates are empty in less than five minutes. 

These are the best hot cakes you have ever had! Or maybe you were that hungry, but whatever it was, you sigh satisfied and grin at feeling comfortable at least by the food.

Searching for the scarce remains of that comforting feeling, your finger slides across the porcelain plate to get the remains of honey you can.

You're usually not that messy but it's a little inevitable when these flavors are the only thing at the moment giving you certain kind of peace of mind.

A golden, honeyed drop rolls from your fingertip to your lips and then down your chin. Your tongue darts out to stop its journey down but it’s a second too slow.

Your gasp catches inside your lungs, and unrequested goosebumps raid your whole body when both blonds mercilessly attack you. 

Mikey's lips are the first thing you feel, in a chaste, gentle peck next to your lips, as if asking permission, even so, he doesn't wait as he always does and the next thing you feel is his velvety tongue, wet and warm, following the rebellious path of the honey drop, down your chin.

While Draken, for his part, yanks your wrist in the gentlest of pulls, like re-teaching your body to stretch. The tall gang member merely grins when your stares cross and even when your shocked expression screams of how unsettled you feel for what he is about to do, he still does it.

His mouth opens and your honey-coated index finger finds its way inside it. Those glossy lips close around the stoic digit and his tongue dances slowly, almost sensually lazy around the skin. Devouring the honey but mostly feeding on your blushing, nervous disposition, since his gaze never falters from yours. 

You gulp hard, having both blondes stick to a part of your body in public isn’t exactly what you ordered for breakfast and once clean, both reluctantly abandon their task.

Mikey gives one last smooch to your cheek as Draken pecks tenderly the pad of your finger, and soon both are using the sleeves of their uniforms to wipe off the rests of saliva from you. 

“—My milkshake was good…. But damn! How do you always manage to taste sweeter, darlin’?” 

Mikey’s cheeks are red, chest heaving, all the sign you don’t wanna see. 

“It-…. It isn’t me, Sano.” You reply swiftly as if trying to dissuade whatever thought might be inside that hormonal head of his, “… it was the honey what you tasted—” 

“Nah~” Draken butts in, “sure the honey was sweet, but nothing compared to your pussy...”

“Draken, shut it—” 

“Your pussy is…” Draken openly ignores you and keeps daydreaming, “fuck! Is my favorite flavor.”

“Stop, Draken!”

“I mean, if I could have as every meal, a full plate of your sweet, shaven—” 

Both your palms slap at his mouth to stop his next words, and you can hear Mikey burst out laughing. 

“Knock it off, Ken Ryuguji.” You scold him like a little child, and he merrily shrugs, nonchalant. 

Your face is beat red and your heartbeat a mess, a wild mix of emotions painting your whole face: embarrassment, anger, shock, uneasiness with a pinch of honeyed excitement…. You are not sure where the excitement comes from, but it surprises you to even feel it. 

You can feel Draken smirk under your hands and then his lips start kissing your palms making you recoil back, fast. 

The sub-commander chuckles. “Do that again.” He asks suddenly.

And putting your hands under the table on top of your thighs, you shake your negative. 

Mikey snickers at your sheepishness. “—I bet you thought I was the worst of the two,” the short blonde grins, “…. I’m a walk in the park compared to this one.”

He motions to his bestie and the tall teen stares back smugly, before repeat. 

“Do that again.”

You squint your eyes at him, “… it was a spurt of the moment—” 

“Nevertheless, do it again.”

You shake your head stubbornly and Draken narrows his eyes mischievously. 

“You have the sweetest PUSS—” 

His loud statement is cut short by your hands pressing again against his mouth, and Mikey can’t help but laugh, clutching his stomach while he amusedly enjoys Draken’s misbehaving. 

“God, it’s like dealing with a child in steroids!”

You complain a little fed up, but your outburst only makes Mikey laugh harder. Draken starts to say something, yet his words come out muffled, and he ends up licking your palm in order for you to let go. 

“Gross, Draken—” 

“Not Draken,” he points out, “Ken-… Ken Ryuguji.” He asks, and his heartfelt request slowly fades Mikey’s laughter into a curious grin. 

“Say my name, my real name…. Do it again.”

That’s what he meant before. His name, he wanted you to say his name. 

“I loved the sound of it,” Draken admits, “in your voice,” he continues, “tagging me as taken and owned since no one else is allowed to use that name apart from MY boy—” 

You raise an eyebrow and quickly Mikey lifts a finger to claim your attention, “I’m HIS boy.”

“… His boy.” You repeat more to yourself and a thousand memories of them flood your brain, from them eating each other’s mouths, to them jacking off, to them sucking, groping, kissing, fucki—

“Are you a couple?” you can't help but ask, “I mean…. since when are you a couple? I mean…does anyone know? .... Probably not, since no tough, gang member from Japan” you point out, “…would faithfully follow a homosexual couple-…sometimes we are such a closed-minded culture—” 

“We don't like men,” Mikey interrupts you, “…we like and are crazy about women.” The Toman leader states and soon adds, “—we have never and will never be with another man.”

You pout, doubts and questions reflecting in your features. 

Draken chuckles lightly, to then reach out to you and draw his knuckles gently over your creased forehead until it smoothens. 

“We don’t fancy cock,” the tall blond explains, “we fancy pus-…”

Your hand raises in warning and Draken giggles, ending up just mouthing the word without sound. So, you lower your hand.

“But I saw you-…” you remind them, “I saw you, kissing, touching and doing stuff to each other—” 

“Sure, Draken is mine and I’m his.” Mikey claims without shame. “We are each other’s exception.”

“-Then I’m just your plaything…” 

“NO.” They stress in unison. 

“You are OURS.” Draken is the one to speak first, “our girl, our soulmate, the missing part on our triangle…”

“Our future wife.” Mikey adds, swiftly. His black gaze set on you, to watch your reaction firsthand. 

You do your best to keep the shock down and under a serene facade of numb detachment, to then say as cold and indifferent as you can.

“I’m your actual cumdump and future sex slave—” 

“NO!” they say in unison one more time. Their voices sound strained as an angry beg.

“We love you-”

“DON’T say something you don’t mean,” you say in a fit, “it’s kind of a dick move, you don’t have to pretend,” your words stop them cold. “I already slept with you, I already did everything with you-…. you can cut the crap!”

There’s a solid awkward silence which would have linger there if it wouldn’t be interrupted by the waitress asking you if you needed anything else. You ask for the check and the silence permeates the booth until the check arrives. 

“—Like I promised yesterday, this one is on me… you know, for take me to the hospital and pay for it,” you take some bills out of a hidden pocket in your pants and place it on top of the table, “… and this-” you take another couple of bills, “is for the scarring sex, that way we can stop calling it rape,” you add in an icy, full of contempt tone, “… I won’t call the police on you and you won’t look for me again, we are even.”

Your voice is final, yet silence is the only response you get.

You sigh, unable to look them in the face, that way you can keep the tough act at float. 

“Excuse me, Sano.” You say to the immobile blond next to you, and to your utter surprise, he does move.

Standing up, Mikey offers you his hand to get out of the booth, yet you don’t take it but do thank for his chivalry to which he faintly nods.

Not a single word has come out of their mouths and somehow that uneased you, but whatever this strike of luck is, you are sure to take advantage of it. 

Sporting the same utter silence, the three stand still for a minute before starting to walk to the exit, when a better idea grazes your brain. 

“I’m going to pass to the restroom before go, wait for me here?” 

Both gang members merely stare at you in response. Those sharp gazes devoid of any recognizable emotions make you look away and at your feet instead, and a little more than shaken, you spin on your hills to go to the bathroom.

Once inside you check the door to confirm that they won't burst inside and once more at ease. You splash some cold water to your face to then look for a window.

“There.” You mutter mutedly when you finally find a way out of the nightmare. A small, yet big enough, window greets you from the last stall, and using the toilet as leverage, you glance back through your shoulder one last time to then sneak out.

Your little legs are the first thing to stick out the window, using your hands to support your weight before letting you fall to the floor of the alley hidden between the streets. Sound of people reach your ear, yet you ignore them.

Before your feet touch the hard ground a wave of happiness begins to invade you, God! You did it! You escaped from them…. You are so excited that your face feels numb and when you feel the soles of your boots touch the ground, you almost jump with excitement.

Crouched down, you close your eyes to enjoy the moment of victory, a victory that threatens to turn to ashes in your mouth when the sun bouncing off the walls of the alley is blocked by something large.

“Look guys, don't we know this cute little thing?”

You hear someone say in a familiar voice and turning around suddenly, your eyes widen in worry, as you encounter a faction of the gang, you defeated the night before.

The beaten and putrid face of the person who betrayed your gang and the Toman and unleashed all the conflict between gangs, smiles macabrely down at you while licking his lips. 

“You, little bitch,” the gang member spells slowly, “I’ve been looking for you. Yesterday I lost to you, but today I'm going to get even.”

The traitor's henchmen make a half circle, cornering you against the wall and blocking any escape route, your main enemy takes the center to be able to see you from the front and to delight in the terror your eyes show when he begins to unbutton his pants belt.

“First you are going to pay me for the beating,” his belt opens wide and now his fingers continue with the buttons of his pants, “then you are going to compensate me for my effort,” he lowers the zipper, “and once that you have that annoying mouth full of my cock and my cum slides down your beautiful esophagus, all of we are going to teach you that in gangs there is a rule that should never be broken," he takes out his vulgar cock, erect and swollen, and strokes it a couple of times, smearing drops of precum from the head all over the shaft, “No Girls Allow!”

This is your fucking luck! 

From your crouching position you scan the horizon and seeing a small space, you lunge towards it hoping to get away, but one of the boys catches you and pulls you back towards the center of the circle, scratching and kicking to no avail.

With no options left, you throw a punch, and a scream of pain paints the silence of the pleasant morning when the bandage wrapping your closed fist begins to turn red.

Even when that painful punch managed to take down one of the boys, and if it weren't for the incapacitating wound throbbing in your hand, you might have defeated the rest, you now that you are doom. You're so tired and exhausted, the little strength in you slowly fades as you fall to your knees hugging your hand to your chest.

“You fucking stuck-up bitch!” one of the henchmen shouts, kicking you in the stomach, “we are going to teach you how to behave!!”

Yanking you from the hair, he stands behind you and presents you to his leader once he has you subdued. “Go on, shove it all the way in, that's what this slut is good for.”

The insults and laughter do not wait, and you almost block your jaw by closing it so tightly.

“Open your mouth, so I can give you your breakfast.” The traitor mocks, swanking his junk in front of your face before slapping you with it. You almost open your mouth in gag reflection, at the disgust of feeling his warm, wet skin against your cheek. 

“Open your fucking mouth, scum.” Large, rough hands fixate on your jaw, trying to open it with violent and rough movements but you refuse, the pain is getting higher and higher, but you prefer it to swallowing what awaits you. “Come on, otherwise we're going to have to use another, tighter hole.”

Everyone laughs, some watching animatedly while others holding your hands to prevent you from hitting them. 

“Dibs on her ass.” You hear one say. 

“Oh man, I wanted her ass, well I’ll settle for her pussy.”

“Fuck that, I want to fuck her tits, look at those! So freaking big and plush!” 

All the stares fall on your breast, and you can almost hear them lick their lips, terror fills you to the point of desperation when one of them finally uses his brain. 

“Pinch her nose,” one suggests, “my mom used to do that to force me to eat when I didn't want to.” 

“Ten points for Gryffindor,” the traitor says, and one of his henchmen pinches your nose painfully tight. Air stops flooding your system, and everyone waits with bated breath, enjoying the way your face is starting to change color. 

“She has to open her mouth eventually, don't she?” one wonders, worry looming just a little, unable to wrap his head at how much you have lasted without air. 

“She's stubborn but she's not stupid,” the leader reaches out to smear the tip of his cock against your trembling lips. “Ready to suck me off?”

The air finally runs out and your lungs scream for oxygen, your mouth opens and tears of frustration fall down your cheeks when a loud crash is heard and you suddenly fall to the ground, gasping.

Your tear-filled eyes can't focus properly and you're too busy sucking in air to pay attention to anything else, but you definitely see what looks like a mass of black and gold, delivering out punches.

“Fuckin’ bastard, I’m going to kill ya!” 

Someone roars while entering running from the entrance of the alley, someone tall and big, and you can sense with half-numb ears and glassy eyes how all the boys attacking you are now a throbbing, bloody mass on the floor.

Thus, that enemy faction lies unconscious, pulverized and catatonic against the hard and dirty cement of the alley teased by some shy sun rays.

Mikey and Draken don't stop at that, they continue demolishing them with blows until the inert bodies are barely breathing. 

The gasps you hear from the two blondes are more of fury than real effort, they both heard your scream and entering the bathroom, they didn't find you.

Panic set in when Mikey, the only other one who was able to slide out the little window into the alley, saw that you were about to be assaulted.

Falling from the sky in front of you, like your angel of salvation, the blonde went crazy with anger, not even waiting for his lover, who had to go around the restaurant to get there.

Once the anger subsided a little, they were able to think again, and both ran to your side. Crouching next to your battered body, covered in bruises and a bleeding hand. 

“Damn it, her wound opened again.” Draken exclaimed, removing the shirt under his jacket to stop the bleeding.

“Let's take her to the hospital—” 

“And what money are we supposed to pay with, Mikey? Or we let them patch up her again and then sneak out using a bathroom window….” Draken's annoyed gaze falls prejudicially on you and your recent actions, and Mikey immediately tries to calm him down.

“No need for the sarcasm, man.” Mikey disapproves, “later we can discuss how to reprimand this disobedient kitten. I know! Let's take her to Mitsuya and Hakkai.”

The leader of the Toman suggests. "He’s good with this kind of wounds, plus Mitsuya is excellent at sewing-"

“Sweaters and dresses, not people!” Draken chimes, applying more pressure to your wound.

“Take me… home.” You suggest weakly, and they both look down at you.

“My older sister is a nurse,” you inform them, “she will help me for free, she is very good.”

The blondes don't seem convinced and soon the questions everyone harvest in their minds, pops out from Mikey’s mouth.

“Why didn't we take you to her yesterday?”

The blonde motions his head at the wound on your hand, which started it all, and you frown.

"She works in the private sector in Kyoto, just this morning she arrived home to-... just take me to her.”

Draken and Mikey share a look and it's like they're having an internal conversation. You see it in the way they look at each other, and finally reaching a secret agreement, they both nod.

The tall blonde rubs the back of his neck and the short one cracks his knuckles before saying.

“Fine, kitten.” Mikey shares, a sullen grimace on his face is soon replaced by a playful grin, “…let's meet the sister-in-law.”

COMING SOON PART 10....

⭕️ In my PATREON you will find NSFW art of this story and lots of NSFW content from Tokyo Rev and other popular anime, exclusive smut fanfiction and more.

[munsoninthedark86]

Sleepover With Eddie Munson

warnings: smuttiness, fluffiness, mentions of sex toys, mentions of taking drugs, period mention. pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader(might be more fem POV but I kept them neutral)

He panics the first time you come over to spend the night. Eddie decides to clean his room, but it’s too much work that he just decides to change his sheets and take out the trash. Hell, he might even take the dirty dishes out of his room too.

Eddie is a big sweetheart about it. He’ll do anything to make sure you have a good time with him. You can expect this man to literally make the night all about you.

He goes out of his way to buy some toiletries for you and even gets you a new towel, in case you need to shower. Eddie even bought some stuff in case you were to get your period.

If you don’t have any pajamas to wear(or you so conveniently forgot some), Eddie will lend you something to wear. If you suggest wearing his Hellfire shirt, he’ll just about die. Just that and some underwear, and you’ll have him on his knees for you.

Eddie doesn’t really know how to cook well, but he’ll try his best to do so just for you. If you would prefer, he’ll order a pizza. Or he will take you out for dinner.

Any way you look at it, Eddie is going to absolutely spoil you. He’ll light up some incense, put on your favorite album, even let you play his guitar or he’ll play it for you. Eddie wants the whole night to go perfectly well.

Eddie will pull out his favorite and best stash just for you. You’ll be smoking Eddie’s best stuff he can get his hands on. If you want something a little stronger, Eddie will get it for you. You’ll have a great time tripping together, if that’s what you want to do.

If it’s a school night, Eddie will still want you to come over. In the morning, if you were to wake him up with coffee and breakfast, he’d probably want to marry you.

If it’s not a school night, Eddie will stay up late with you and he’ll sleep in the next morning. You can expect to be part of his snuggle pile when you wake up in the morning. And he’s not letting you go.

Eddie gets the best sleep for the first time in a long time. He doesn’t sleep a lot, and he blames most of it on the trauma lived in his life. But with you there, he sleeps like a log.

NSFW

Of course, if you’re spending the night, Eddie wants to fuck. Even when you don’t stay the night, Eddie loves to fuck. He’s got a pretty high sex drive, but he likes to keep things monogamous when it comes to you.

Eddie stocks up on condoms and lube for whenever you come over. He likes to make sure you know you’ve got lots of options when it comes to having sex with him.

Also, he’s got a nice little trunk with all kinds of goodies. Handcuffs, riding crops, leather restraints, a vibrator…Eddie knows what you like, but the man also has specific tastes as well.

Despite that, Eddie is a big fan of slow and lazy fucking. He’ll throw on a movie and he’ll pump into you lazily from behind while you’re on the couch. Good luck trying to pay attention to the plot.

Once you’re all stoned and feeling giggly and bubbly, Eddie brings you to his bed and he pulls down your pants and underwear. He’ll look at you softly through his big doe eyes, and he kisses a trail down your body.

Be prepared for hours of oral. Eddie loves going down on you and turning you into a complete moaning mess. Tug on his hair, make him grunt and groan against you. He’ll be rutting into the mattress as he brings you to a messy, wet orgasm.

He loves putting on loud music and fucking you so hard that you scream louder than the album he’s got playing. It just makes him feel so proud that he can make you feel this good.

The aftercare is top notch. Eddie will do everything to make sure you feel comfortable and loved afterwards. You wanted to spend the night with him after all, so he wants to make sure you like spending the night.

If you want to have a shower, Eddie might suggest some heated shower sex. This becomes a bit more awkward in terms of position, but he’ll make it happen.

You’ll leave his place with some fresh lovebites and marks all over your neck, chest and anywhere he thought was a good place to leave them. Nobody will ever think that you are available. Only Eddie fuckin’ Munson can touch you.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Okay so hear me out. You know how III has an undercut, right? Well, what if he's... Letting it grow out, now that they're not on tour.. All I can think about is tangling my fingers in the short hair and gently pulling on it as he eats me out like a starved man 😩😩

Something sweet

Let me tell you smth… let me tell you smth!!!!

It’s one of those evenings where you haven’t made any plans. Nothing was on the agenda and you knew that alone lifted a huge chunk of fatigue off of iii shoulders. You always let him take the lead during the first couple of days back home after the tour was finished. He craved the stability of the home waiting for him. Of you always welcoming him back. And while he wasn’t always a clinger, the first days back he embodied your shadow.

Here he was now, on his third nap of the day. Head resting on your chest, body practically covering yours. The show you two had been watching off and on since the morning playing in the background. You felt iii hand move slightly beneath your shirt where he had been aimlessly kneading your breast before falling asleep. He nuzzles deeper into you with a satisfied sigh before blinking up at you.

“How was your nap, sleeping beauty?”, you smile at him, brushing some of his messy hair away from his face. iii shoots you one of his goofy grins. “Always good when I can sleep on you”, he mutters, “Would be even better if it was in you”. You can’t help but chuckle, “Oh, I don’t doubt it”. You also weren’t too surprised to feel his hands slowly moving towards the flimsy shorts you had on.

“Don’t you want to eat first”, you cupped his face, looking over to the side table, “It’s past 3 pm already and we only…fuck”, you wimped at the feeling of iii slowly slipping his fingers up and down your folds. “You were saying, darling?”, the bastard pushed on, and you could hear the smile on his face. “Food”, you breathed out at the feeling of III slowing crawling down your body, stopping to nibble at your exposed skin.

“Now that you mentioned it”, he mused against your hip, “I am hungry”. A strange sort of disappointment flushed through you. But you could wait. His well-being was more important. Just before you could move, iii slipped of the sofa and dragged your hips with him.

“For something sweet that is”, his blue eyes burned into you. “You need proper food”, you tried to argue. “I intend to have a full course meal down here, don’t you worry”, he reassured you, not bothering to fully undress you, just pushing the silky material to the side as he bit onto your inner thigh. A whimper slipped past your lips as that familiar heat burned in your stomach. Your hand pure on muscle memory reached for iii hair.

You loved the clean shaved undercut he had. It was sexy and all but it left little room for you to grasp on. Now you were more than happy that he had gotten too lazy to retouch it towards the end of the tour. You threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling it up slightly. The moan that iii let out again your cunt had you throwing your head back from the vibration it seemed to send down your body.

“iii”, you grinned deeper into him. He hummed in return, clasping both of his hands over your hips as he swirled his tongue over your sensitive bud before continuing to fuck you with it. He seemed to be in every fiber of your body as you arched from the sofa. Grasping for support and once again finding your hands slipping into his hair. “Fuck, please”, you whimpered feeling the tightness slowly climbing up and up.

iii parted your thighs, that threatened to clamp his head between your heat, open, making you cry in despair even more. And then as if it was even possible he pressed into your heat even more his mustache crating that last bit of friction sending you toppling over the edge. You didn’t even get to tell him that you were close as your juices gush all over his face. Any other man would pull away but not iii. Lapping at it like a man starved.

And then his fingers switched places with his tongue and from the way his eyes were burning you know what he was after. “No, iii”, you whined, feeling his two fingers stretching you out. “I can’t”, you mused but it’s too late, his thumb pressed into your still throbbing clitoris as he pumped his fingers in and out. Your toes curled as you cried out his name over and over panting at the rekindled flame.

“Come on, be a good girl”, he grunted while licking his lips, “Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” You didn’t even know if you were nodding or saying anything. The pressure building and the steady brutality of the way he was fingering you was enough to make you see stars. He leaned to bite down onto your breast, taking your nipple between his teeth and all the mighty tides broke. You grasped for his hand trying to push it away but for no use. Your juices flowed down both of your bodies. “Good job”, iii praised, “Look what a pretty mess you made”, he mused giving your pussy a couple of taps before leaning in to kiss you.

[deangirlsstuff67]

Sorry... Not Sorry

Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Smoking, Male masterbation, Drug and Booze use, Fingering, P in V, Unprotected sex, Orgasm denial, Dirty talk, Language

Summary: You work with the boys to fulfill Butchers mission. Your family, like MM's, were killed by Soldier Boy. The only difference, you aren't mad about it. Your family was terrible and you constantly suffered at their hands. When you all find Soldier Boy, you offer to be his babysitter, only your attraction for the older supe might be too strong to fight.

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He escaped you in Russia, only to track him to The Legend's house. You aren't a supe so for the most part you hang back when they go fight. Butcher always had a soft spot for you.

When it comes to Soldier Boy however, you willing volunteered to babysit the nuclear powered superhero. Everyone was reluctant at first. You're the youngest of the group, but you weren't backing down. Not this time.

Eventually Butcher agreed, which led you here. Some old man's house who wants to relive the glory days. Any other day I would pretend to listen, just not today. I am on a mission.

I walk towards the room The Legend informed me he would be in. Whatever I was expecting to find on the other side of the door, orgy, some chick giving him head, was not what I found.

His back was facing the door when I opened the handle. Wildly designed silk robe hiding his body from my lust filled eyes. Leg proped up on the bed frame. His whole body moving as he grunts from the pleasure his hand was providing his dick.

A very well endowed dick if I remember Russia correctly.

My body begins to heat, my underwear quickly becoming damp from my own private show, breathing coming in fast shallow pants.

Forgetting he had super hearing, Soldier Boy rips a surprised gasp from me when he speaks into the quiet room, "I can practically smell your sopping cunt from here Pretty Girl."

He doesn't turn or even stop his movements. Though you do notice he has slowed to a lazy rhythm. No longer chasing a quick orgasm.

Closing the door behind you you take one step at a time towards the powerful man infront of you. A man who I'm positive can spit me in half with one powerful thrusts into my heat.

Oh what a way to die.

By now you're standing right behind him fighting the urge to touch him. In a blink of an eye he swings around to come face to face with me.

We are in the middle of a staring contest. Him wondering my next move. Me wondering if I even have the nerve to follow through with anything.

Now or never I guess. This is one way to thank him for saving me. I know he hurt a lot of people and is the ultimate asshole, but to me he's a hero.

With a wave of bravery rushing through my veins, I step up and wrap my hand around his huge cock. My tiny hand barely touching as I begin to slide it up and down his shaft.

Soldier Boy throws his head back from the contact. Long, messy hair shining as te sun hits him just right. What I wouldn't give to run my fingers through it. I know I've got him when I hear a deep moan leave his kissable lips.

"Been a long time since a beauty such as yourself has touched me, Doll."

I still can't speak. His husky voice drips of honey when he's aroused, eye's that were once shining green are now hooded and black with lust. The man's beautiful on any given day, but when he's in a stage of bliss, he's breathtaking.

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Strong, long, thick fingers move rapidly inside me as Soldier Boy brings me to the edge again. Pistoling straight into my g spot repeatedly.

"You're stunning when you're fucked out and frustrated, Doll." He removes his fingers from my soaked core, bringing them to his mouth before sucking them clean. My pussy clenching around nothing.

"Mmm... taste sweet." Rolling on top of his naked body I rub my wet center up his length while sinking my tongue into his mouth. Stunned for a moment from surprise before he begins to kiss me back... hard.

Breaking away I lift my body and grab his leaking cock before impaling myself on his perfect dick.

I was right, he's going to split me in half. It burns as he stretches me to my limit. Never had a cock this good. I can feel every vein as I slipped farther down his shaft.

Bottoming out I stay still waiting for my body to adjust. Feeling my velvet walls flutter around him as they fight to accept his size. He shifts slightly sending electricity shooting through my body, another wave of arousal soaks his dick.

"Soldier Boy..."

Laughing he leans up, wrapping a strong arm protectively around my waist as he kisses me sweetly. "Sweetheart I'm balls deep in your sopping cunt right now, pretty sure you can call me Ben." Then he thrusts into me, hitting my cervix.

"Ben..." is all I can moan as he takes control of my body.

"That’s my Pretty Girl. Scream it baby, my names never sounded so sweet before."

His pace quickens sending me into my first orgasm. Clenching him so tight I'm amazed he can still move as he fucks me through it. "Squeezing my cock so good."

Ben watches where our bodies are join, "this pussy is drooling Doll. Making such a pretty mess of my dick." I tighten around him, "oh fuck yes..."

"Got one more in there for me baby girl." It wasn't a question. He brings his rough hands to my bundle of nerves and starts to vigorously rub me there.

My orgasm build fast and hard. Just as I'm think I'm about to be thrown over the edge a new sensation comes over me, "shit... Ben you have to st.. stop. I.. I think I'm go.. going to pee."

He doesn't listen. If anything the statement makes him feral as he double downs his efforts. Then it happens. My body let's go, vision goes white as I scream his name as loud as I can before slumping into his chest.

What feels like hours goes by, but I'm sure it's minutes, before I feel someone gently finger my pussy. Whimpering I hear a dark chuckle beside me.

"That was fucking hot Doll." Ben holds me to his chest as he lazily plays with my pussy and our mess, "I'm far from done with you, sleep for now."

"You should have known better than to try and tease me. Best damn pussy I've had... just might have to keep you now." He gently bites my ear lope.

Through my blessed out haze I weakly smile before whispering, "Sorry... not sorry."

I fall asleep in his warm embrace with his laughter as my lullaby and his fingers bringing small waves of pleasure every once in a while.

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