#so im sorry if it looks inconsistent f

[dilftaroooo]

Not sure if your requests are closes right now sorry if they are-

But you should do Yuji fucking fem!reader or eating her out and Sukuna switching with him in the middle of it 😊

nonnie im so happy to breath the same air as u

★tags: aged up characters + afab reader + she/her pronouns + spanking + oral (f. receiving) + fingering + implied piv sex (very brief tho) + praising + sukuna bashing yuji smdh.

Your beloved boyfriend always manages to find himself emerging in the sloppy heat that rests between your thighs. Salmon fields adorned with restless digits splay across the top of his head as he licks and laps at you desperately. It's good pussy for the soul and he would hate if he would've missed this opportunity to have you sing out his name while you involuntarily send pressure to the sides of his head with your rigid thighs.

Your chest heaves and ho's at the heavy mass of passion with each inconsistent breath you take--jagged whenever Yuji coos at your hard clit, telling her how he's obsessed with her and her owner before giving her a light peck.

"I want you to fuck me already, Yu." You croak impatiently, wiggling your hips to emphasize your desires but Yuji gives you a quick slap to the side of your ass and squeezes it right after.

"Not now, baby. Let me enjoy what's in front of me first. Can I get that?" He watches you under the rise of your pelvis. His words are soft and whispered in a tone he always uses with you whenever he wants to feel you clench. Honey-glazed globes look at the feast upon him amorously. Your previously shaven hairs start to grow into stubble as it retrieves itself back to its original state; wet and coated with your juices. He buries his nose further.

A moan was a good enough answer for your boyfriend and he keeps doing what he was born to do. You continue to plead for him as he eats you out. "I'm right here, lovely. Not going anywhere." He'd respond with each fervid call.

His sucks at your cunt arouses you tenfold once you feel yourself coming to that edge at the tippy top of a mountain as gusty winds roughly kiss at the apples of your cheeks and the lids of your closed eyes. It's easy to tell you're close as Yuji hums into wet folds causing you to rattle.

"Oh fuck, Yuji. Keep going, sweet boy. 'M gonna come soon..."

Your nails cautiously dig into his scalp, not enough to hurt him severely, and your legs wrap around bulging muscle for support of your incoming orgasm. His body glistens under the light of the living room and blesses you with each defined section of muscle to pop under dark shadows.

But the devil is a conniving bastard for your reach to climax was interrupted when you flinch at the harsh bite gnaw at your clit, sending you to scurry backward away from the abrupt pain but strong arms keep your legs in place to force you into more torture. Looking down, you noticed Yuji's canines were sharper than usual. His skin was tainted in elongated markings, ones Yuji had never worn. His nails were painted in a deep violet and you think to yourself, 'Yuji couldn't have possibly put that on so fast,'.

"That sappy shit was starting to churn my stomach. How about you do that whenever I'm not possessing you? I already get nauseous knowing I'm living inside a fucking idiot." His voice was deeper too.

"Y-You're Sukuna, right? Yuji told me about you." You've never seen eyes glaringly red like his--four of them. They all watch you with a look of interest paired with a cunning smirk.

"That's right, dollface. Very good. Glad you know of me already, so we can skip the greetings." He resumes his host's previous ministrations but turns it up a notch by adding a finger or two to your drooling pussy. He teases a glossy, purple tip along the quivering hole before pushing in deep. As soon as he learns you can perfectly take one, he puts the second one in. A grin remains still on his face when hearing your moans crescendo.

"My, my. You're already soaking my fingers, dove. Guess that brat is doing something properly for once. Slobbering all over the couch, fuck, can't remember the last time I've seen pussy like this." His index and middle fingers dance across the gushy ridges in you, he moves them in ways Yuji knows you love and that feature shocks you.

He gorges on your clit and eats your pussy out like it's his last meal on earth before being sentenced to death. Saliva runs down the length of your labia, bubbles forming along the way by his boisterous lapping. Your hips can't resist gyrating against his face, ruby red remains settled on your helpless figure as you revisit that same high as before. You bathe his fingers with cum til they prune and you're too overstimulated to feel sorry.

The couch dips and you're instantly turned around on your stomach, facing the decorative pillow you believed matched the aesthetic of your living room.

"Hey, what're you-"

"You said you wanted to get fucked remember? Your cunt is still drooling cus she's hungry. Didn't give her enough." The smacks he gave your ass were harder than Yuji's and that just goes to show how rough this curse really is but you writhed nonetheless.

He was gonna fuck you good. You already figured much as hands grip around the fat at your hips and his cock carefully grinds into you.

[yuufiles]

skye riley nsfw headcanons 🔞

pairing: skye riley x f!reader

genre: SMUT!! NSFW!! strictly no minors please!!

warnings: one spank delivered, hair pulling, squirting (?? just capital F Freaky.. no hard kinks really, its lovey smut

wc: 1337

a/n: mighttt have gotten a bit carried away.. i just kept writing and like i dunno man this has been in the drafts for a while and i locked in today to finish it for u guys.. not really proofread all the way so im sorry for any mistakes n inconsistencies </3 hope u guys enjoy!! also this gif makes me drool aha i love you skye come back home the kids miss u

skye’s only ever been with men her entire life, so she was a bit worried that she won’t be as good in sex as you’d want her to be.

you were quick to dismiss her worries but offered to teach her some things she ought to know, because if there’s one thing you know about her, it’s that she’s a fast learner–an exceptionally good one at that, you came to find out.

even though skye told you that she’d never been with a woman prior to you, sometimes you still think that’s false with how good she is at everything…

one time she ate you out so good– and i’m talking eye-rolling, toe-curling, bed-wetting kind of good– that you had to double check.

“skye, are you a hundred percent sure you’ve never had–like, lesbian sex?” you questioned, sitting up from your position on the bed while she carefully wiped in between your legs with a towel.

“nope, only you. seriously. i guess i’m just that good, huh?” she quipped, with the most smug look on her face.

you roll your eyes at her and lightly smack her shoulder. “whatever.”

she doesn’t tell you this but she’s done a lot of research. and by research i mean she’s watched a bunch of lesbian porn trying to figure out the positions they’re in so she can recreate them with you (oh my god this girl.)

she just wants to make sure you feel good :’(

oral

skye riley is a certified MUNCH™. she is a giver through and through, and will do anything to make you come, especially in her mouth.

my girl can stay down there for HOURS, she doesn’t seem to get tired when she’s got her arms locked around your thighs, tongue lapping at your pussy and circling your already very sensitive clit.

her tongue is the absolute fucking besttt, she can bring an orgasm out of you just with it, and you best believe it’s the craziest one you’ve ever had. your clit is also her most favorite thing to play with– your tits coming at a close second– so you can bet that she’s not leaving it unattended anytime soon.

you feel her kiss your clit and spread open your folds with her middle and pointer fingers, groaning at the sight of your wet cunt, focused on your pulsing clit. “fuuck, there you are.” she whispers. she flattens her tongue down at your hole and drags it up to your clit, then starts her slow torture of circling and circling until your senses are on fire, and dripping down to the sheets.

her eyes stay on yours the entire time, she loves watching the way your face contorts into that of pleasure and listening to you lose your mind, it gets her so. fucking. wet. she never would’ve thought she could get this soaked without being touched.

if for whatever reason you’re holding back your sounds, she’ll search for your hands, gently trace her thumbs along the sides, and softly ask you to be louder, ALL WHILE she’s actively eating you out.

“louder. please, baby,” she murmurs, words slurred against your skin. 

if she’s not satisfied and feeling a little frustrated from the day she faced, she’ll deliver a spank down to the outside of your thigh. “i said louder. i wanna hear how good i’m making you feel. got it?” 

fingering

she LOOOOVESS to give you that head and fingering combo, because she knows it’ll drive you crazy. even if she has acrylics on. you tell her it’s fine as long as her nails are clean and that she doesn’t go too hard, but the next day she comes home with a new set. 

short nails and gel polish. only. you quite literally laugh in her fucking face.

“new set already? and it’s not extensions? what’s this about, skye?” you say suspiciously.

“oh nothing, i just wanted to give my nails a break…”

you can see right through her, and she knows it.

ANYWAY

she keeps her fingers near or on your pussy while she eats you out to hold it open and to tease you. 

it feels so fucking good, but you want more. you need more. “please… skye,” you whimper, as you wriggle against her unrelenting mouth, hoping to have one of her fingers slip inside you.

“hm? what’s that babe?” she drawls, keeping her tongue on your sensitive bud.

skye is heavy on the reward system. ask nicely and she’ll treat you like a princess, be a brat and get ready to be punished. 

so if you say (or manage to mumble out), “m-more please. i want more.” your mind is turned to mush by now due to her torturous tongue.

“oh good girl,” she coos. “more? you want more?” when you start whining, she’ll go, “ okay, okay… i’m here, be patient baby.” 

she pulls away first, her pointer finger teasing circles on your dripping hole before finally pushing in, face contorting into mock pleasure as she watches it go in and out. when she decides you’re ready, she replaces her pointer finger with her middle and ring finger, moaning as she curls them against your g-spot. “fffuuck…” she hisses,

you whimper as you throw your head back into the pillow, hips involuntarily moving at the pleasure, and missing the warmth of her tongue on your clit. 

she seems to miss your clit just as much, attaching her lips and gently sucking on your throbbing bud– alternating between that and licking– and driving you to insanity.

cumming (???)

skye loves when you grab or pull her hair during sex, like when she’s eating you out. it helps her replace the bad memories and stress she associates with the habit. and she’s also kind of a masochist, so it feels good for her. she’s happy to be your anchor back to earth when you’re ascending into heaven lol

so much is happening–the sensation of her fingers pumping in and out of you, her pressing so deep against your sweet spot that makes your stomach flutter, her wet tongue aided by soft lips suctioned around your clit–it’s putting you into overdrive, all you can think about is skye, skye, skye.

she hums against you, “yeah baby?” ..did you say that out loud?

you run a hand through her bleach-blonde pixie cut and pull. you hear her moan against your pussy, sending vibrations that send you closer to the edge.

“feelssogood baby, needa’ cum, pleaseeeee..” you’re whining, slurring your words, almost incoherent at this point, but skye understands you anyway.

she knows you like the back of her hand, knows how much you love her voice, and how much faster she can make you cum if she talks you through it. she’s also a slut for praise in every way, shape, and form. so obviously she loves to praise you, especially when you look so pretty taking her like this.

“mhm, good girl, i’ll give you what you want. ride my fingers. c’mon.”

“uh huh, just like that y/n, just like thatttttt.” 

“you’re so close, aren’t you, yeah? yeah..”

“cum for me, baby. yess, fuck– cum for me.”

9 times out of 10 she can get you to squirt just like that. but even if you don’t, its still a mind-blowing orgasm that leaves your limbs like jello.

oh but how she loves when you squirt. 

“oh fuck–no–skye i’m gonna pee. imgonnapeestopstopstop.” you whine and writhe against her, but she’s got an arm firmly secured around your hips–and to your surprise, she’s stronger than she looks, leaving your efforts to no avail. 

it comes right as she detaches her mouth from you–teasing remarks on the tip of her tongue, but now forgotten as she goes to rub your clit, leaving her chest and the sheets all wet.

she gives you some time to breathe before you look at each other and start giggling.

for all the creamers out there!!! she'll slowly pull her fingers out–watching how your creamy white cum drips down her palm–and put them in her mouth.

she keeps her eyes on yours as she makes sure she cleans all of it off.

"you taste so fucking good. my favorite,"

[bersford]

MAFIA X COP

mafia boss!clay beresford x cop!reader

warnings: NSFW / SMUT ; sex tapes ; kidnapping ; (unprotected) PIV sex ; slow burn

writers note: this is all fiction and probably won’t happen in real life, im not too educated in the whole mafia stuff so if there are any inconsistencies i am sorry !

You're a detective for the NYPD (new york police department) and you're running an investigation on a robbery - when you realize clay, a very powerful and dangerous man, had done it, you quickly shut down your investigation, not wanting to get involved with him. you're completely oblivious to the fact that clay had already found out every single detail about you the day you joined the force. from your appearance, to your favorite color, to a super top secret sex tape you made in college…

Clay is sitting in his hotel suite, nursing a whiskey as he watches you on top of some scrawny guy. the footage is black and white and shows you bouncing up and down on the boys lap, your back arching at a certain angle that makes your tits look amazing.

Clay sets down his drink once he feels the stirring in his pants. he grabs the phone and dials a number from memory,

“Vinnie, get me y/f/n y/l/n.” he says firmly and quickly. “Get you her…” Vinnie repeats with his thick italian accent,

“how, boss?” He asks, needing more info so he doesn’t screw anything up.

“Just bring her to my suite, as soon as possible. And listen, vinnie… be gentle, yeah?” clay replies, his tone softer than usual.

the next day, as you’re walking briskly to your apartment building, two men emerge from the shadows. one clamps a gloved hand over your mouth, before you can scream, while the other puts a bag over your head.

you get thrown into a van with three other men, the two that had kindapped you and the driver.

The men carefully guide you to sit on the van's bench seat, their grip firm but not painful. One of them speaks in a gruff whisper, “Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Detective. The boss just wants to talk.”

“W-who are you?” you ask, your voice cracking.

“Name’s vinnie, that’s marco and the driver there isn’t important. We’re taking you to clay beresford.” Vinnie grins, as if he had just told you incredible news.

“Beresford…” you repeat, the name familiar on your tongue.

Vinnie chuckles darkly. “That's right, dollface. Beresford. Now, you're gonna come with us nice and quiet, ain't ya? No fuss.”

You sit quietly, leg shaking in … fear? anticipation? just anxiety in general maybe?

They bring you to clays hotel suite discreetly. Vinnie knocks on the door and as expected, clay opens it. “leave us.” he waves off vinnie and marco.

Clay undoes your blindfold and it takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the light, your pupils dilating. “Clay,” you greet him coolly.

“Y/f/n,” he greets with the same cool tone. his gaze travels up and down your body, stopping shortly to take in your heaving chest before continuing down to your hips. “you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for this.”

“What do you want?” you ask, trying to mask your fear.

Clay steps closer, his hands roaming over your sides “I think you know exactly what i want.” his hand reaches to unbutton the first button on your blouse.

“You want to fuck a detective?” you ask in disbelief.

“It’s more than that, darling.” he murmurs, his finger popping the button open, “I want you to be mine. To be my wife. To carry my name. To bear my children.”

You reach up to redo the button on your blouse. this is crazy. you’re a cop, for gods sake! you can’t just marry a mafia boss. i mean- it goes against everything you believe in! “I can’t do that.”

“Can’t or won’t?” he lets his hands drop to his sides, “last time i checked you weren’t spoken for. No husband, no boyfriend.”

“Just because im single doesn’t mean i can be with you.” You state firmly.

Clay chuckles darkly, “and why not?” He moves closer, slowly sliding his hands around your waist to pull you flush against him. “i can give you everything. money, power, protection, anything you want or need, i have it ready for you.” He murmurs against your lips, leaning in to press his against yours.

You lean up, ready to lose yourself in his lips before backing away. “no, no, i can’t do this.” You rub your temples, frustrated.

“Come on, what’s stopping you?” clay asks, crossing his arms.

“I just can’t.” You furrow your brows, confused as to why this is all happening and how it happened so quickly.

“Your lips say that, but your body says otherwise.” you’re back in the position you were before, with his arms around your waist and bodies pressed together “Can’t you see it? our bodies fit together perfectly, we’re made for each other.” Clay chuckles, exaggerating his words in a playful manner.

You back away again “i- i took an oath to serve and protect-,”

“Fuck oaths. Y/f/n, im telling you that you can have everything in the world if you just say you’ll be mine and you’re thinking about some oath?”

You stay silent, feeling way too many emotions to say anything.

Clay rubs his temples, unsure of how to convince you. “Look, i know this is a lot to take in, but i’ve been fascinated with you since the day you joined the force. I promise you, if you just say yes, you’ll be the happiest woman alive.”

He leans in close, too close, close enough for his lips to touch yours. To his surprise, you don’t pull away. He smiles softly against your lips as your tongues tangle around each other.

You’re both left breathless and panting when you pull away, “you’re a crime boss..” you whisper against his lips. “I’m a businessman.” he corrects you before claiming your lips again and letting his hands wander all over your body.

Clay lifts your leg up to hook on his hip, sliding his hand down to your ass then lifting you up. “Wrap your legs around me, darling.” He murmurs against your lips and you do as he says without thinking twice.

He carries you to the bedroom and lays you down on the king sized bed, one hand on your waist and the other spreading your legs. He starts unbuttoning your blouse eagerly, his lips still pressed against yours.

His lips wander down to your neck, sucking and biting gently. Your blouse is now half open, your tits almost spilling out of your bra.

“Say you’ll be mine, y/f/n.” he murmurs against your lips as his hands slide down your unzip your skirt. “say it.”

You pause for a moment then murmur “I’ll be yours..” against his lips.

Those three words seem to heighten clays desire, his movements become more hungry and less calculated. He slides your skirt down then takes a moment to admire your naked form.

“Holy…” He breathes then presses a kiss to the center of your chest, then your stomach, then just above the waistline of your panties. “a body like yours deserves to be worshipped.” he murmurs then crawls back up to kiss your lips.

You kiss him back hungrily, now starting to undress him. once his dress shirt is open he shrugs it off and reveals a set of toned abs. his hands swiftly unbuckle his belt and slide his pants off. your gaze drifts down his body in appreciation, stopping at his boxers to appreciate the bulge.

“Like what you see?” he smirks then hooks his fingers in your panties, silently asking for permission to tug them down. you nod and he pulls them down your legs then tosses them on the floor, reaching his hand behind your back to undo your bra.

His gaze zeros on your tits, he leans in and presses a kiss or two on your breast before sucking on your nipple gently. He releases it with a soft pop then hooks your legs over his waist.

Clay aligns himself with your entrance then slowly pushes in “stop me if it’s too much,”

You throw your head back on his pillow and moan at the feeling of his length stretching you out.

Clays eyes are shut and his brows are furrowed as he groans, pushing deeper and deeper until his base disappears inside of you.

“Oh god” he moans, stilling inside you for a moment before he starts thrusting slowly “you’re so fucking tight.”

His hands guide your hips, moving them at the same speed as his thrusts at an angle that hits your perfect spot.

“Right there!” you throw your head back, your back arching slightly, signaling that you’re close.

“That’s it, baby, let go.” he smirks and keeps thrusting, gradually getting faster and harder.

You let out a high pitched moan, your legs twitching beneath him as you find your release.

Clay feels your walls clench around him and the feeling is… incredible. “fuck” he moans, “good girl.”

He holds back, determined to make you come again before he does. his fingers slide down between your thighs, rubbing and teasing your clit as he watches you writhe beneath him.

His thumb presses down and rubs your clit in time with his thrusts. His focus solely on your pleasure. “god, you’re gorgeous” his gaze locked on your face as you moan his name.

Clay lifts your hips higher, hooking your legs on his shoulders and thrusting in again, the new position allowing him to hit that perfect button inside you.

You let out a loud moan, biting your lip afterwards.

“That’s it, let me hear you.” he smiles and kisses your lips gently.

Those words make you break, your body shuddering beneath him, your back arching and your eyes rolled back. clay feels your walls clench around him once more and he lets himself let go. “fuck… fuck, FUCK!”

He stills.

Clay pulls slowly pulls out, his sheets now soaked in both of your juices and cum leaking out of your pussy.

He takes a couple of deep breaths then gets up, grabbing some paper towels “let me clean you up” he says softly and start wiping.

Once you’re both somewhat clean, he lies down next to you and pulls you close, “Thank you.” he murmurs against your neck, leaving a soft kiss on the back of it.

“For what?” you smile, amused and a bit confused.

“For agreeing to be mine.” he places another kiss to your neck then settles against the pillow, ready to fall asleep with you in his arms.

[twilghtkoo]

hiiiiii <33

hehe im here sending you a love letter cuz i right away think of you when this tiktok passed my tl since you always do bf!hyuck based on tiktok vid sometimes yes. so i dont want to be crazy alone while imagining that hyuck definitely do that to his gf 🥺🥺🥺

pairings. haechan x reader (f)

genre. fluff :'), established relationship

warnings. haechan is just the sweetest and most loving boyfriend

notes. thank u for the love letter ilysm :( <333 and it's ok bc every couple shit i see on tiktok my brain routes to being delusional @.@ ALSO i had a draft for this?? i was almost done w it but then tumblr deleted it????? or made it disappear???? 😭😭 like that shit was so well written i was up til 4 writing this shit and i had to rewrite this so i’m sorry if it’s kinda :/

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spring is here, the days are getting longer and the nights are getting shorter, temperature is getting warmer, and flowers are beginning to bloom. a season you always despised because you hate how the sun’s beams get stronger and hotter, and you’re not much of a morning bird but a night owl. your sleep patterns have always been inconsistent but you always got a sudden burst of motivation to do random things late at night.

you remember a metaphor about spring your teacher had told you when you were younger; spring is a breath of fresh air. spring is an opportunity to turn over a new leaf. all the springs you’ve spent living in a continuous cycle, and suffering the loss of the cold spell of autumn and winter.

changes have always been hard for you to accept and hard to come to face with. so why was it so different with him? why were you easily soaking in his sunshine and warmth?

you can call haechan a book worm when it comes to you. you are his favorite book on his shelf and the only one. he memorizes every little detail about you, bookmarking a certain page of you to go back and relive the memory in his sleep. easily reading you by how you act and behave.

he would love to spend every spring the universe brings, if you allow him.

a funky, red, plaid pattern blanket you had bought recently specifically for this picnic date lies neatly under a huge, green sapling, hiding from the sun's rays.

you are going off about a certain topic you had learned in your psych class and how you were a little scared to do an experimental test with your class, but it was interesting to see the psychological tests can be used to improve your understanding of certain behaviors. he loves hearing you talk about your classes, as if with his difficult career, he can be a student with you.

an hour or two passes and the sun moved, the rays of sunlight seeping through the branches of the tree above you is hitting your skin and your bare legs that are uncovered from your short floral dress. you looked beautiful under the spring's sunlight. he makes sure to tell you every day, even if he doesn't see you in person. a simple text sent to you around the early afternoon, saying 'you are looking so pretty today sunshine'.

he wouldn't mind if each spring was like this. he'd wait til the next spring to be able to taste your sweet lips, the delightful smell of fruit, being strawberry. your favorite lip balm (and fruit) that you have expressed to him before and being shy after. he likes strawberries too, but he has a theory they would taste better from you. nonetheless, he'll wait. and when the time comes he'll bookmark that chapter from his favorite book and adding his thoughts and emotions from the events with you into a piece of text.

and if you both end up spending one hundred springs together, at the last spring you two share, he hopes to gift you the sincerity of his love with the thousands of pages written and printed about you.

he hopes spring has another meaning for you with him in it.

[haiseovo]

DABIXFEM!READER

yall dont come for me with my inconsistencies please i am literally not having a baja blast rn

but you know what i am having? too many thoughts, as usual

warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI, PiV sex, f!receiving oral, overstim if you look hard enough, i am sleep deprived lol not proofread im so sorry-

Dabi, who could care less for the lives of others. who kills without thinking twice about it and had never had a single person he would worry about, not even himself. that is, until he meets you. sweet, soft, but feisty. he was whipped from the moment you glared at him because he was staring too hard. and the moment you gave in and let him have you, he gave you everything he had.

he is a man of few words, believing actions were more important anyways. so although he never told you he loved you, you could tell. it was in the warm baths waiting for you at home after a long day, or the (most likely stolen) flowers that sat on your kitchen counter at least once a week. it was in the kisses to the bridge of your nose in the morning or his hand that always found your waist whenever you both were out running errands together.

Dabi shows his love in letting you in, seeing him for all he is. the monster he sees himself as when he turns his enemies into nothing but ash. he shows his love when he tells you his real name with a grimace, the letters seeming to burn him like acid. but when you repeat it. "Touya.." it sounds so sweet, so right coming from your lips. its like you covered the two syllables in honey and sugar for him, dripping with the sticky goodness for him and only him to indulge in.

he shows his love in private, as he pins you to your couch in your living room, mismatches lips peppering all over your skin, soft and gentle at first, slowly progressing into deep passionate bites and sucks on your soft flesh, turning the skin a deep purple to match his burns in a much nicer way. he shows his love in the way he tears your clothes off of your body like they are offending him with their presence, and they are. how dare the measly pieces of fabric hide the body of the only girl he will ever love.

he shows his love as he dives between your folds, large hands warm as they borderline engulf your thighs in his hold, thumb rubbing soothing circles as he laps and sucks on your sensitive clit. he moans at your taste, almost instantly intoxicated by you. he spreads you open further to leave long licks from your hole up to your clit, a deep sigh leaving his nose as you tremble beneath him. he buries his tongue deep in your soaking hole, pushing it in and out of you as one of his thumbs keeps your little bud sensitive. he doesnt stop until you've given him everything you can, shaking and crying beneath him.

Dabi shows his love in every thrust of his hips, slowing sinking into you, sadistic smile on his pretty face as he watches your eyes roll back. his eyebrows pinch together as he mockingly fakes a look of sympathy.

"i-its too big"

'i know baby, i know. you can take it for me, cant you? yeah, just like that, good girl."

he doesnt stop fucking into your weeping and abused pussy, just barely holding himself over you on his forearms. he keeps your mouth occupied, sucking on your tongue, biting and nibbling on your pouty bottom lip, prying it open so he can spit in it. the room is filled with the sounds of your high pitched and whiny moans, and the sound of his cock slamming into you. his fingers are laced with yours, holding one of your arms above your head as his other hand holds your thigh to his hip, keeping you nice and open for him each time you cum.

you're reaching that peak again, writhing beneath your raven haired boyfriend, hips weakly trying to meet his forceful thrusts in a pathetic attempt to reach that high, only earning a soft chuckle.

"you close baby? yeah?" "y-yea- oh fuck Touya, please! wanna cum for you! please-ah-pleasepleaseplease-" "shh doll, go ahead." he angled his hips to hit that sweet spot inside of you, reaching between your legs to rub tight circles on your clit. he barely parts himself from your lips, leaving just a hair between you both as his hips thrust into your harder. your eyes roll back slightly and he breathes in every moan you let out, clenching around him so tights you've got him on edge. "fuck doll, just like that, squeezing my cock so good. cum on my cock, c'mon, cum for me." his words send you over edge, your back arching against him, pressing your chest to his, your vision going white as you cum, a creamy white ring decorating the base of your lovers dick so prettily. Dabi is quick to follow you over the edge, holding you down and fucking you through your high and into his, spilling himself deep inside your warmth, filling you up and fucking his essence right back into you, his hips slowly coming to a stop. he keeps himself situated in you as he leaves sloppy kisses up the hollow of your throat, bringing you back to him.

he shows his love when he slowly pulls out, picking you up anc carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up, your brain too fucked out to think for the rest of the night. he shows his love with the hot shower and hoodie he lets you use to sleep. shows his love when he tucks you in and pulls you close, mumbling a quiet 'did so good for me' into your damp hair, letting you fall asleep.

[neoclb]

ᯓ★ GGEZ . . .

pairing. katsuki bakugo x f!reader

synopsis. as the top valorant pro player, of course katsuki bakugo is going to have an ego. after many scrims and stressful matches, his team finally makes it to champions… against his rival team in all of japan. the tension of him and the top player of the other team thicken, but what happens when she falls for the guy with the ego as big as his popularity?

content. sm!au, pro gamer!au, quirkless!au, vctjp!au, fem!reader, fluff, swearing, rivals to lovers, ooc probably TT, a lil niche sorry guys, bakugo is a lil mean at the beginning, sabotage [hacking], dont look at the times and dates theyre all inaccurate LMAO — will be updating as i go oops

status. ongoing — (05.07.24 - )┊taglist. [16/50] open :3 send an ask or comment 2 be added!

PROFILES

paper rex | sentinels

CHAPTERS

i. kill yourself dunce

ii. safety hazard

iii. bluescreened

iv. mad shes good

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vi.

vii.

viii.

ix.

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notes. this fic idea came to me after playing valorant bc im A LOSER 🤦‍♀️ but anyway prx and sen r not my teams obviously (i love u sen zekken) THIS IS ALSO my first smau ever so please dont be afraid to send any critique ^_^ this also means that updates may be slow as i am not that experienced to text fics 😢 thank u for reading! also updates will be very inconsistent!!!

no reposting without permission © neoclb 2024

[just-another-au]

Finally back!

[faytuous]

highschool reunion au where al literally takes a decade to work up the guts to give juan a promposal :’)

hcs: 

- juan showing up in his old mathlete jacket and facing relentless teasing bc he’s barely grown since then

- al almost wearing one of those pastel blue tuxes, but everyone–everyone–wholeheartedly voices their concerns

- he still insists on wearing his old glasses for the sake of sentimentality despite his prescription being significantly worse than his highschool years (it’s okay, he’ll just suffer)

-  jose being a good wingman and helping al set up a little private mini prom for them in the gym, complete with wahoo punch, one (1) balloon, and an ariana grande playlist blasting on his portable speakers

- jose surprising them with paper crowns, naming them prom kings and demanding that they dance to “perfect” by ed sheeran 

- the speakers run out of battery so jose serenades them with his voice instead (he gets half the lyrics wrong and forgets the other half, tho, so he just hums for a hot minute, and the whole thing is a few notes off, but he’s trying his b e st - )

- juan cracking a grin because al can’t stop snickering as they sway like middle schoolers, tripping over each other’s feet and bumping knees

- al slowing to a stop halfway into the song and just staring at juan, dazed, unable to grasp that this moment, 10 years in the making, is finally coming true

- the fact that al still held feelings towards him during all those years where juan moved from relationship to relationship, trying (and failing) to get over his brother’s dorky best friend suddenly hits juan like a bullet, and suddenly in that moment of mingled breath and painfully long silence, juan is reaching up to press a short kiss on al’s jaw

- juan leaves al alone, breathless, in the middle of their highschool gym

- despite how much he denies it, juan spends all night staring at his phone, hoping it doesn’t take al another decade to work up the nerve to ask him on a first date

[idy-ll-ique]

late

pairing: mob boss!ransom drysdale x f!reader (+ some oc's)

genre: angst, dark fluff, obsession,,,, yeah

warnings: lots of murder

requested: nope

word count: ~3.1k

summary: ransom goes on a killing spree when y/n is kidnapped.

author's note: hiya peeps! sorry for the inconsistent posting, im in a very important academic year,,,, got a LOT OF EXAMS. and ik the movie came out YEARS ago but i felt like ransom was the best choice for this fic enjoy!

masterlist

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"3… 2… 1— she's officially late."

Derren stared at his friend with a raised eyebrow as the mafia boss stared at his watch with resentful eyes. "Drysdale, you know you don't have to do this every damn day, right?" he questioned, sighing. "But she's late! She could have gotten into trouble! What if something happened to her? What if she got into a car accident?" "She takes the bus!" "What if a car hit her? What if she's bleeding out on the road right now—"

He grabbed Ransom's elbow, dragging him into the house. "Don't worry, she'll be here in a few minutes, we need to get to work." Reluctantly, Ransom agreed and followed his right-hand man up the stairs and towards his home office. The two were waiting for Ransom's… well, she was his everything. Both figuratively and literally. She was his cook, his maid, his assistant, sometimes his driver… his everything. She meant the whole world to him.

He was in love with her, the woman whose name was Y/N. Ransom thought it was the most perfect name in the world. Why wouldn't it be, considering that it was given to the most perfect person in the world. And currently, she was late to work. As the two men sat in Ransom's home office, his ears perked up when he heard the squeaky main gates open. He immediately threw his work on the table before running downstairs to open the front door. The bell rang a few seconds later.

He opened the door and, startled, Y/N took a step back. "Jesus, you scared me. What were you, waiting there for me or something?" she chuckled and Ransom stood blocking the entrance, his arms crossed. "You're 7 minutes late," he began, "Where were you?" Blinking, Y/N stared at him. "You can't be serious…" He threw his arms up in exasperation. "I am serious! Where have you been? I was worried sick about you!"

"Th-The coffee took a little more time, damn, I'm sorry," she muttered, nodding her head towards the Starbucks cup she was holding, "The line was longer than usual." He stood there for a few moments before stepping to the side, allowing her entry into the house. Just then, Derren walked down the stairs as well. "Hey Alvarado, how's it going?" Y/N smiled at him, keeping her coffee cup on the dining table. "Hi sweetheart, I'm doing great," he replied just as cheerfully.

Ransom proceeded to glare at his friend, who simply raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Alright then, I'll get to work. Got loads to do today. See what I did there? Loads? As in laundry?" Ransom smiled at her adorable behaviour. "Yes, we see it perfectly, angel. We won't disturb you." With that, he ushered Derren up the stairs. Once the two of them were inside Ransom's office, Derren laughed. "Man, I keep forgetting why you're always so worried about her. She's hot."

Startled, he took a step back as Ransom turned murderous eyes towards him. "Talk about her like that one more time and I'm going to forget we were ever friends, am I understood?" he snarled. Derren nervously nodded his head. "Yes, boss." Ransom scoffed and both men got back to their work again, which was to prepare for a meeting they had with a possible alliance in the afternoon.

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"Y/N, I'm leaving!"

"Oh, already? At least have some tea," Y/N frowned at Derren, looking down at the three cups she was filling with freshly brewed tea. "Can't stay, I've got some work to do. See you later!" He waved at her and left the house. "Wonder why he was in such a hurry, he didn't even stay for tea!" she complained to Ransom, who had followed Derren down the stairs. "He didn't stay? Shame," Ransom lied easily, walking towards her. "Take this." She lifted a cup off the table and handed it to him.

"Thank you, sweetheart." Y/N sent him a grin. She liked it when he called her nicknames, it made her feel very special. She'd worked for Ransom for precisely 2 years and 7 months now; Ransom's mother, Linda, was the one who thought he should have a maid. He never maintained the house on his own, plus, they had the money to pay her well. At first Ransom didn't like the sound of that but the moment he laid eyes on Y/N, his opinion changed. She'd entered his world as his maid, but she would definitely be leaving as his wife.

"Excellent tea." Y/N snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Ransom, who was smiling at her. "Thanks! I hear that everyday but it just keeps getting better," she joked and he laughed along. "Alright, I'm going to go get ready now, I've got a meeting with someone in an hour." She nodded. "Good luck! Hope it goes well!" With that, Y/N sat at the dining table, her cup of tea in front of her as she took out her phone.

He stared at her for a few seconds more before going upstairs to get ready.

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"3… 2… 1…"

No sign of Y/N. Ransom's leg bounced as he sat on the couch, waiting for his darling. That day he was free, and was extremely bored without Y/N. He waited; a few more minutes passed but she didn't show up. "She's fine, she's just perfect. Maybe the line at Starbucks was even longer," he assured himself, his hand automatically going to his mouth to bite on his nails. A total of 20 minutes passed, and yet she didn't show up. She'd never been this late. His fear turned into anger; she knew he liked punctuality.

"Where the fuck is she?" he growled to himself, taking out his phone. He'd installed a tracker in her phone one day when she wasn't looking, and he controlled it through his own phone. He unlocked his device and went to the app, opening it only to get the biggest shock of his life. Y/N… was near his rival's house. What was she doing there? He tried calling her, but as soon as he did, it went to voicemail. She wasn't picking up his calls… What could be going on between them?

Wait. Y/N wasn't that kind of a person… Ransom had told her several times about that rival of his, and she'd vowed, vowed in front of him that she would never interact with him in any way. And Y/N wasn't the kind of person who'd break promises. What if… what if she was there against her will? That sounded more realistic to him; what if Y/N was kidnapped by his rival? His anger burned hotter, but now, it was directed somewhere else.

"You'll fucking pay for this, Deleon."

Going upstairs to get his revolver and some extra bullets, he left the house, only two things on his mind— the murder of his rival, and the safety of Y/N. He got into his car, reaching Deleon's place in about 30 minutes. Once there, he bravely approached the front gates without any care in the world, throwing them open. The loud clang alerted some of the guards outside, and they immediately rushed over to see who the intruder was.

They paused when they saw Ransom; more like, the expression on Ransom's face. There was a deep glare etched on his face, his figure shaking with barely-repressed anger as his extended hand held the gun. While the guards had seen Ransom a few times before, they'd never seen him in such a furious state, and they actually feared for their life. Ransom did not utter a single word; instead, he started firing the gun with expert precision, hitting each and every guard square on the forehead.

One by one, all of them fell to the ground, dead. A small, mirthless smile bloomed on Ransom's face but other than that, his face stayed the same— still holding the deadly glare. He went inside, loading more bullets into his revolver. There were even more people inside, but just as quickly, they fell to the ground, also dead from a bullet in their head. Finally, Ransom reached the sitting room of the house, where Deleon and a few others were sitting, having drinks.

Ransom instantly noticed the blood on Deleon's knuckles and glowered, his body starting to visibly shake as he couldn't hold his anger back any longer. "Drysdale!" Deleon exclaimed in shock, scrambling up when he noticed the other man. "Where is she?" Ransom hissed, "Where is Y/N?!" Deleon and a few others flinched when Ransom yelled the second question. "Get him!" Deleon screamed back at some of his men, and Ransom's fear was confirmed.

She was in the house, and her blood adorned Deleon's knuckles. Deleon's men ran towards Ransom, only to be knocked down by his gun. That day, nobody could have stopped him. He'd gone insane; all he saw was red, and he couldn't stop imagining Y/N's dead body lying somewhere in the house. That only fueled his fire and he started fighting sedulously. Though there were around 10 of Deleon's men and only one Ransom, he got the upper hand over them, killing them all with precisely 10 bullets.

As he loaded more into his gun, Deleon started taking a few steps back, now the only one alive in the room alongside Ransom. But Ransom did not give him a chance to escape. He fired 2 bullets first, both of which hit Deleon on the chest. As the man fell to his knees, Ransom walked over, breathing heavily. "Where is she?" With his dying breaths, Deleon wheezed, "You'll never find her." Not satisfied with that answer, Ransom snarled and fired a last bullet, which hit his rival straight on the face.

As Deleon slumped to the ground, Ransom started throwing kicks and punches at the already dead man, until his knuckles, too, were adorned with blood. "Now you know what happens when you mess with her," Ransom yelled at no one in particular, planting a last kick to Deleon's nose before leaving the room. The house was now devoid of living people spare Ransom, and he was free to search for Y/N.

He checked every nook and cranny of the big house; around 15 minutes later, he opened a broom closet and fell to his knees in shock when he saw Y/N, hands and legs tied, messily shoved in. Tears formed in his eyes when he saw how badly bruised she looked. All his anger vanished, now filled with sadness and guilt as he gently pulled her out of the closet, his tears falling free when she fell limp in his arms. There was a wound on her forehead that was actively bleeding, along with a cut on her lip.

Her arms and legs had lacerations on them as well, and her wrists and ankles were swollen purple black and blue with how tightly she was bound with the ropes. "Y/N?" His voice cracked, his hand cupping her cheek. She was still alive, thankfully, so he got on his feet, carrying her bridal style out of the house and towards his car. He lay her down on the backseat before starting the car, driving her to his house.

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"And… done."

He'd just finished tying a bandage to Y/N's arm, and he sat back to admire his work. As soon as he'd reached home, he'd taken her to the bathroom for a warm bath, washing all the filth and blood off her body. He kept his hands to himself, mind you, because his first priority was Y/N's well-being. After giving her a proper bath, he'd just finished putting bandages on her. He got up, walking to his wardrobe to pick out some clothes. He selected his favourite cable-knit sweater, hoping it would keep her warm.

Then he put her in the sweater and a pair of his sweatpants, before getting into bed next to her, running his hand over her head. "Wake up soon, darling, please…" Ransom debated on whether he should call a doctor over or not; while the sane part of him thought that calling a doctor was necessary, the overprotective side of him didn't want to let anyone near Y/N. He sat thinking for a few more minutes until he picked up the phone and dialled his personal practitioner's number.

The doctor arrived a while later. Ransom refused to leave Y/N's side while he did the checkup, until finally, the doctor turned to Ransom with a smile. "Your wife will be just fine, sir, she should wake up in a few hours. Good work with the bandages, by the way. The blow to her head was only strong enough to make her pass out, nothing more." His words reassured Ransom; he didn't even bother to correct him when he said Y/N was his wife.

"Thank you so much." The doctor left. Ransom went back to his room, his heart clenching in his chest when he saw Y/N on his bed, looking all beaten up, covered in bandages, passed out. "Please wake up soon, my darling, I can't see you like this," he whispered, laying down next to her. He did not even bother to change out of his bloody clothes, simply falling asleep.

As promised, a few hours later, Y/N woke up. It was evening now, around 8 pm. She blinked her eyes open, groaning softly when sharp pain shot through her head. "Ow, what the fuck…" she muttered, rubbing the side of her head as she sat up, looking around. Only, something prevented her from sitting up; Ransom's heavy arm draped over her stomach. She attempted to push it away but was unsuccessful, so she sighed and lay back down, resting her own hands over his arm.

The last she could remember, she was waiting for the bus, alone at the bus-stand. The next moment, everything went black. And now, she was here, in Ransom's arms. What happened? Her fingers danced over his arm as she pondered, waking him up. "Sweetheart?" he called drowsily, heaving himself up. As he sat up, Y/N noticed all the blood on his clothes, as well as some dried up blood on his face. She nearly screamed. "Ransom?! Did you get hurt?"

Ransom yawned and chuckled as her hands roamed his torso, checking for wounds. He grabbed her wrists and brought her hands to his lips, kissing each palm. "No, angel, I'm not injured at all." She blinked at him, before promptly throwing her arms around his neck, starting to cry. "What happened?" she sobbed, "What happened to me?" He gladly held her close, rubbing her back as he tried to get her to stop. "I'll explain, but promise me you'll stop crying."

She pulled away, sniffling and shaking. Ransom gently guided her on his lap, her legs straddling his waist as he wiped her tears off, holding her face in his hands. "Okay, it started when you didn't show up on time in the morning," he began, "I got worried, so I checked the tracker I've put in your mobile." "You've put a tracker in my phone?! Ransom!" "Hey, that tracker came in handy today, I wouldn't have been able to save you without it!"

She pouted at him for a few seconds before sighing. "Okay, go on." He smiled and curled a strand of her hair around his finger. "So I check the tracker, and it shows your location near Deleon's house." Y/N gasped in shock. "His house?! I swear, Ransom, I didn't go there, I'd never betray—" Ransom stopped her rambling by bringing her face closer to his, pressing their lips against each other's. "Shall I continue?"

"Mm-hm."

"At first I thought the same. That you went there willingly. But then I realised, my girl is a precious angel and she'd never betray me like that. So, that leaves us with only one possibility: Deleon kidnapped you." Tears started forming in Y/N's eyes again. She was kidnapped? "Don't cry, my love," Ransom murmured, wiping her tears away again. "I waited a few minutes before checking the tracker, by the way, hoping that today, too, the line at Starbucks was what was holding you back."

"But it wasn't."

"But it wasn't. As soon as I came to the conclusion that you were kidnapped by Deleon, I… I went crazy," Ransom admitted with a sigh. "Crazy? How crazy?" Y/N asked curiously. "I— I killed him." A loud gasp escaped past Y/N's lips. "What?! Are you being serious?" Ransom groaned, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I was worried! I couldn't think straight, all I could think about was… murdering the man. And look! He hurt you so much!"

She looked down at all the bandages on her body. "But still, Ransom, murder…" His head fell against her shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I… I can't bear to lose you, sweetheart, you mean the world to me. If I lost you, that means… all the good in the world is gone. There would be no point in living in such a world." Y/N slowly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, cradling his head. "It's not okay," she mumbled, "But you saved me. And I have to be thankful about that."

"Really? You forgive me?"

"No I do not, Ransom, even one is a lot of people when it comes to… But… but I understand that you did it simply because you were worried about me. And I'm grateful that you saved my life. And I… I love you," she blurted out the last part, catching Ransom off-guard. "Come again?" Her cheeks heated up as he pulled away, holding her by the shoulders. "I love you," she said, much more firmly this time. And Ransom grinned broadly, connecting their lips yet again.

"I love you too, my darling, I love you so much! I promise, I will never do something like this again, it's only because you were in danger that I—" Y/N cut him off, waving her arms in dismissal. "I get it. To be honest, if the roles were reversed, I probably would have done a very similar thing." Ransom laughed, squishing her cheeks. "My darling angel," he gushed fondly, pulling her back into his arms. "I love you, Ransom."

"I love you too, Y/N, so much."

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a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

[cattordi]

bar bathroom

a/n: hey loveys!! im going through a bit so sorry for the inconsistent updates!! and what do u think the || mean??

summary|| bucky comes into your bar everyday but won’t say anything

pairing|| biker!bucky x bartender!reader, torres x reader if you squint

warnings|| smut!!, oral (m receiving) face fucking, begging (both m and f kinda), bucky being an asshole, fighting, language, fluff, HORRIBLE WRITING, NOT PROOFREAD, MINORS DNI 18+

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the sound of rattling and boots hitting the floor of your bar pull you out of the daze.

you look up and watch as the howling commandos bike club strolls in like they do every friday night. sam, steve, natasha, clint, and wanda sit down as bucky walks over. “luckily the bar isn’t packed yet” you think.

his eyes stay on you as he throws cash on the counter; knowing you know what they want. slowly rolling your eyes; you turn around and grab six pint glasses to fill with beer.

“hey, maam can i get a whiskey? on the rocks.” a man a few seats down ask. you give him a quick smile and nod before noting him you’ll be right back. you waddle over to the bikers table trying not to spill.

unfortunately, one cup toppled over; followed by all the others. the whole table looks at you. everyone gives you a gentle smile whereas bucky just stares and rolls his eyes. the man who wanted whiskey rushes over to help you pick everything up.

“you really didn’t have to do that.” you mumble and the guy smiles, “i wanted too… i’m torres by the way. well my name is joaquin but..” he begins but you fade away from the conversation when buckys bigger form is walking over to the bar again.

torres noticed quickly and turns to see bucky. “can we get our beers plesse?” he ask in a stern voice and you stare at him for a second and roll your eyes; but doing as told. “and make it faster than that.”

“hey dude, don’t be so damn rude.” torres snaps and even with your back turned, you know the expression bucky has on his face. you turn around as the other bartenders do and watch as everything unfolds.

“don’t tell me what the hell to do.” bucky growls and gets in torres’ face. torres, feeling bold; pushes bucky out of his face and that sets bucky off.

like a flash, bucky retracts his arm back and punches torres with in his face. sam and steve rush over as the whole bar gets quiet. punched by torres and bucky are thrown a few more times before sam and steve can pull them apart.

you sigh and roll your eyes as this has happened before. the yelling of the bikers and you fill the bar before they stop. “both of you, stop!” you yell and everyone looks at you. “you.” you begin and point at bucky and then towards the bathroom. “go.”

bucky looks in between you and torres, sighs, and walks towards the bathroom. “i’m sorry.” you mumble to torres and he nods slight before grabbing his jacket and leaving. a few more customers left during the brawl, making the bar even less full than before.

“what the fuck was that?!” you yell to bucky as soon as you open the door to the men’s bathroom. “literally like what the fuck bucky. it’s sad that this has happened before but you weren’t even drunk this time!”

“it’s your fault.” he mumbles and you raise your eyebrows, “my fault?” you question out of defeat.

“yes. if you would just read the fucking room you’d see how much i like you. i just can’t goddamn stand it when you sit there talking to other guys! like fuck y/n, it’s so obvious!” he yells and you stare at him, with a loud gulp.

“and you can’t say, you don’t want me either.” he mumbles while stepping closer and a shiver runs down your spine. “i can practically smell you dripping. you and i know you want me.”

you gulp again and blink a few times, “no.” you lie, he’s right. you’re dripping, and you hate that he has that affect on you. “fine.” he says, but your confusion doesn’t stay for long. his lips hit yours instantly.

you don’t pull away and you can feel him smiling. “my dumb little baby couldn’t even carry a tray of beers, now she can’t deny her attraction to me..” he growls lowly.

his hand slips into your black jeans and immediately feels your arousal. you stifle a moan until his blue eyes meet yours; and you just let go. “ah, good girl.” he mumbles as you moan into his mouth.

his hand finds your clit and rubs big circles making your moans become less rhythmic. “this what you want?” he ask while sitting on the closed toilet seat and pulling you down onto him. you shake your head slowly still releasing moans.

“words doll.” he snaps, takes his hand away, and pulls away to look at you. “do you want this?” he ask and once again start rubbing your clit. “y-yes. please, fuck me.” you say in between moans.

“oh i will. take me out.” he says and you immediately do as told; getting in your knees and unbuckling his belt. even when you’re not in the most sanitary place, you just want bucky.

as soon as your hand finds his dick you gasp, “that won’t fit.” you mumble and he laughs. “i’ll make it fit then. now open up.”

you open your mouth, and bucky shoved his whole length into it. you gag a bit and look up at him through your eyelashes, “relax your throat sweet girl.”

as soon as you relax, he shoves his dick into your mouth harder. over and over again until spit is covering your chin and rolling down to your chest. “you look so pretty, love.” he mumbles as he grabs your face. the pet names are slowly getting to u.

“i bet your cunt is dripping, isn’t it? tell daddy.” he praises slightly and raises his eyebrows. “yes.” you admitted but it results to a smack to your thigh.

“yes what?” he questions and you catch on. “yes daddy.” he smiles and starts pulling your jeans off. there’s a damp spot on your panties that he notices quickly. “my dumb baby getting wet so quickly for me.” he whispers and rips your underwear off.

he lines himself up with your cunt and slowly pushes you down onto him. the bathroom is filled with the mixed moans as soon as he bottoms out. “you okay?” bucky ask lowly and you nod.

he holds your hips while moving you up and down slowly. “faster… please” you moan out and he immediately speeds up. he doesn’t take a second to thrust into you as fast as his hips can go.

the moans of both of you fill the bathroom and you’re one hundred percent sure people can hear you but you don’t care. “ ‘m gonna cum.” you gasp out as your head falls into the crook of buckys neck.

“already doll? go ahead and cum for me. now.” he said in a begging tone and that makes you lose it. as soon as you cum, a white light takes your vision, as you squint. “damn y/n, you’re squeezin’ me like a fucking vice. don’t stop please.”

even when your high rides out he’s still thrusting in and out of you; chasing for his own. you feel his dick twitch inside of you so you take this to your advantage. “cum buck. now.” you whisper in his ear and he whimpers loudly.

as soon as he cums you do too. buckys moans become louder than yours and you’re sure again that everyone can hear. you feel his cum painting the walls white inside of you. when both of your highs have worn off, the only sound is heavy breathing.

“that’s the best bathroom sex i’ve ever had.” bucky says and you glare at him in disbelief which trying to stand up, “i’m just kidding, stop.” he mumbles and rubs your back.

“it sucks it had to be in a bathroom though.” you grumble and bucky chuckles a bit. “how are we gonna walk out of here though?”

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[sarah-writes-marvel]

Without A Scratch: Avengers x gn!Reader

S.S.: Hello, heres another fic. I know Im very inconsistent with writing but Im working on it! Thanks to everyone who likes my posts I really appreciate it!! Hope you like this one!

Warnings: Car crash!!, police officers, medical staff, panic attacks... idk what else, let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 1,834

* I know it says Avengers x Reader, but it only features Tony, Nat and Bucky.... :)

** Mx: gender neutral for Mrs., Miss, or Mr. jsut an fyi for anybody who doesnt know! 

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There was a distant ringing in my ears. The sound of honking horns and brakes screeching to a stop and sirens seemed muffled. The sun seemed brighter than it had been. My body was buzzing with adrenaline and the feeling in my fingers was gone.There was debris amongst the road, pedestrians standing along the road or with one foot out of their car looking over their opened doors.

“Oh my god, are you alright?” a grey-haired woman stopped my wandering, her hands placed on my shoulders. Others stood next to her, barely within my vision through my helmet.

“I think so.” I mumbled, turning around to the wreck that I had just barely escaped with my life. My motorcycle laid in pieces off to the side of the intersection. The car that had run through the red light was wrecked, the front slightly crumpled from impact.

Police cars surround the area, immediately blocking off the road and encouraging pedestrians and drivers to detour. Emergency medical staff jumped from the ambulances, two coming towards where I stood with the older woman, and two to the man who looked unconscious in the front seat.

“Mx, my name is Alex Khan and this is my partner Trey Alpin. Do you know your name?” His voice was urgent and demanding, but not aggressive.

“My name is Y/f/n Y/l/n.” My voice wavered and shock began to overwhelm my senses. My hands grasped at my helmet, struggling to pull it off.

“Hold on, let me help you. We don't want to add insult to injury.” his partner insisted his hands hooking under my helmet and carefully pulling it off of my head. 

“Alright Ms. Moon. Can you walk?” and despite it sounding like the dumbest question considering I was standing right in front of them, my knees gave out before giving them an answer. “We’ve got you.”

I turned to the older woman who still stood there with her hand covering her mouth and tears welling in her eyes. “Thank you.”  she replied with a simple nod and a reassuring smile before the two paramedics helped me to the back of one of the ambulances at the scene.

“Is the driver alright?” I asked after they sat me on the end of the truck, a shock blanket wrapped around my shoulders.

“Lets focus on you first then we’ll get an update on him for you.” Alex smiled. 

Trey stood to the next to him jotting down notes, before setting it to the side as Alex moved to the other ambulance.

“Stare at my finger for me.” he said, holding his index finger in front of my face before shining a light into my eyes, checking for the pupil's reaction. “Good, no concussion.” He said with a reassuring smile.

He wrote it down amongst the other notes on the clipboard before turning back. “Do you mind taking off your gear so I can check for breaks or sprains?” I nodded quietly, shrugging off the shock blanket and tugging at the zipper of the leather jacket covering my top.

“Also do you have someone that you can call?” He asked, filling the silence as I winced pulling my arms from the sleeves.

“I do but my phone was in my bike’s hideaway compartment. So I highly doubt it's functional anymore.” I said, giving a small smile.

“No worries, you can borrow a phone from any of us after I check you over for injuries.”

 His hands were cold compared to my burning skin as he ran them down my arms, moving my wrists careful of the road rash across my knuckles that wore through my gloves. “Does that hurt?” I shook my head no as he repeated the same motions on my other arm receiving the same response.

His hands moved to the back of my neck squeezing along the sides of my spine, eliciting a slight wince from me. “Did that hurt?”

“Just a little.” 

“Sorry” he pressed his lips together and his eyebrows furrowed. He stepped to the side continuing down my back with one hand without any other trouble. “Just some slight whiplash, nothing major, just be cautious with activities.”

He moved back in front of me, his hands settling on my highest rib, slowly trailing down my sides before I grimaced at the gentle touch he was using. “Sorry” he muttered before continuing.

“So that might be a break or just a crack but you'll have to take a ride with us to get that x-rayed.”

“Uhm, can I actually make my call while you continue to check me over?” I asked quietly, my mind still a little muddled with the fact that I was sitting in the back of an ambulance with a fractured rib being my worst injury.

“Of course.” He pulled his phone from his uniform pocket, unlocking the screen and opening the keypad. “Here you go. I'm just going to run over your legs and then wrap your hands.” I only nod in confirmation as I begin typing in the number.

After a few rings, the line clicked. “Tony Stark who is this and why are you calling me?”

“Tony…” My voice cracked trying to hold back the tears that had begun to form in my eyes.

“Y/n/n? What happened? Friday get a read on the call.” he called to the A.I. frantically.

“I got into a wreck.” I said my voice wavering as tears threatened to spill over “Im at 42nd and 11th.”

“On it.” And with that the call ended, and the panic set in.

“Thanks. Can I get oxygen or something? I- I cant breath.” I say handing Trey his phone back, my hands shaking and my breathing become erratic.

“Yea, of course one second.” He agreed hopping into the truck grabbing a tank and mask, setting up and bringing it back to me. I held the mask over my nose doing my best to take calming breaths as he brought the blanket back over my shoulders.

Commotion amongst the street caused me to open my eyes back up to see Tony in his Ironman suit landing next to the street blocked signs. A black lamborghini pulled up behind him, Bucky and Nat stepping out. It was amusing to watch the police hold their hands out, trying to block the trio from entering into the restricted area, but with a flip of a badge from Nat and a scolding from Tony, they stepped aside. 

The trio took a minute analyzing the damage, noting the obliterated bike that belonged to their second youngest Avenger. The plastic and metal spread across the street casting shadows from the flashing red and blue lights. The car that was stopped in the middle of the intersection with the hood crumpled. 

“Oh my god, Y/n/n.” Nat was the first to wrap me carefully into a hug. “Are you ok? What happened?” Bucky and Tony stood behind her both with rage in their eyes.

“Some guy ran a red light. I’m ok.” I said casting my gaze to the other ambulance where it seemed that the driver was still unresponsive.

“The only points of concern are thier minor whiplash, the road burns and fractured ribs 5-7 on the left side. I suggest getting an xray to make sure they are only fractures and nothing more and a CT scan for any other internal injuries that I can't diagnose here. I would offer a ride to the hospital but I realize that you will have better medical technology at the Avengers Tower.” Trey listed, smiling at the three Avengers standing there.

“Thank you very much for taking care of her. Apply at Stark Industries, I’ll find a place for you on the medical staff.” Tony smiled.

“Let's get you home.” Bucky spoke quietly, and I agreed adamantly.

“They’ll have to report to one of the police officers before leaving the scene.” Trey reminded us as I grabbed my jacket and helmet.

“Thank you.” Nat said, helping me from my spot. “Can you walk?” I nodded. Setting down the oxygen and dropping the blanket from my shoulders. I gripped onto her hand and pushed against the ambulance bed with the other to get onto my feet.

I took a minute to find my balance, hanging onto Nat for support. Her arm was wrapped around my waist as she helped me walk over to one of the police officers.

“Are you the motorbike rider?”

“Yes sir.” I replied, releasing my grip on Nat, noting that Bucky and Stark were standing closely behind on guard.

“I just have some routine questions for you quickly.” I nodded my head and he began asking the questions.

After the officer finished his follow up he thanked me before Nat began to pull me away from the scene.

“Wait. I asked about the driver of the car. I haven't heard anything.” I stopped turning around to see paramedics surrounding the bed of the other ambulance.

“Honey, don't worry about him. Come on let's get you home.” Nat insisted. I pulled away from her grip stumbling slightly.

“Just because he ran a red light and hit me doesn't make him any less important. I just want to check to make sure he’ll recover.” I argued before making my way over to the commotion.

The paramedics and a few police officers were congregated near the end of the ambulance as I approached. I could hear the orders for medical equipment being called out as I grew closer.

“Excuse me.” I tapped on someone's shoulder. 

“Y/n? Why are you still here?” Trey asked once he had turned to see me.

“I asked earlier about the driver. Will he make a recovery?” I asked peaking over his shoulder to watch paramedics lifting the stretcher into the back.

“He’ll make a full recovery. He'll be spending a few years in prison for this though. If you're worried about insurance coverage dont worry. Officers will get that sorted when he's responsive.” Trey explained.

“Oh, I’m not worried about that. I just wanted to make sure he’ll make a recovery. Thank you.” I smiled before turning back to the three Avengers waiting at the police barricade.

“Ready to go?” Bucky asked as I joined them. I simply nodded my head as Nat wrapped her arm around me again leading me to the car.

“Let’s go get you healed up. I heard Cho is working on something with broken bones. Maybe you can be a guinea pig!” Tony exclaimed with a smile.

“As intriguing as that sounds I doubt that I’m stable enough to endure whatever it may be.” I replied as I settled into the front seat of the car.

“Fair enough.” Tony smiled. “Im proud of you ya know. For that little thing you just did. For understanding that his life is still important.”

“I learned from the best.” I looked at the three of them, each having a proud smile across their face.

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S.S: Hope you all liked it!! Again dont be afraid to request. I also realize that alot of my fics seem to have a little (or lot) of angst. Ill try and make some more fluffy fics soon! Thanks for reading!

[amazingwriter101]

Hi. I always feel like something wrong (not sure, maybe, maybe not) inside me but I can’t figure it out no matter how hard I try. Does it make me “cool, no problem at all” or extremely f*cked up like “what do you mean by not understanding yourself? You dumb or sth?” . I have Sag rising; Cancer sun, mer, venus, mars in 8th and Scorpio moon in 12th and Moon square Neptune (in 3rd Aqua with Uranus). Can you see anything in my placements indicate that? And maybe some little roast if you don’t mind. Thanks

OmO you're not dumb so having sag as your asc means you are likely to experience your life as a quest, challenge or adventure. Like a rollercoaster one with a lot of ups and downs joy, weirdness and sadness. You're very emotional and you tend to think or assume things too personally. But still, you're very intuitive and has a veeeery deep emotions to the point that you feel like no one understands you. Did you grew up in a family that lacks emotional bond or understanding? Perhaps thats why you feel like that. You find it hard to express your emotional or you tend to feel weird and outcast.

Try expressing your emotions slowly do not force it it will just burden you more.

You're adventurous yet impatient and inconsistent

My smol crab friend dont be so sensitive and cry everytime. Learn to stand up for yourself🤨

Stop being so secretive you dont look mysterious you look weird

Sorry for late reply. Im so busy with my exams😭😭

[99centthoughts]

i keep reading 'orion' as 'onion' so thats. who they are to me now

ONION……………………….. now im picturing orion as onion from steven universe and i am very stressed out by the thought

MORE ASKS UNDER THE CUT!!! (a lot of asks im sorry)

1) D..DONT DIE YET ANON……….. SOON!!! I have a break coming up and i wanna do more comics stuff 😭

2) LOL omg IM SORRY !!!! I Messed up the layout a couple of times while editing it so it must have been weird 😨

1) Hiya! Honestly I think it would be best to get comfortable with more realistic proportions before you branch out into cartoon/anime style! I did it the other way round and I regret it a lot, bc I think it made my foundations really shaky and inconsistent. THAT’S NOT TO SAY u have to master the traditional art style before u start drawing any cartoons though!! I think it’s fine to do them together, just don’t neglect traditional anatomy and all that, bc it will help you a lot in the future regardless of the style you eventually choose to stick to!

2) LKMKLDS ANON STOP NOW IM GOING TO THINK OF THE STORE WHENEVER I THINK OF JC ………… he would be Mr penney???? MR..PENNEY..

thank YOU for enjoying my drawings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ahhhh thank you so much for such a sweet message oh gosh ANON YOU’RE MAKING MY HEART GROW 3 SIZES!!! Messages like this make me want to share everything with everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’M HONESTLY SO HAPPY that my silly little tips and stuff can make drawing fun for you BC THERE IS NOTHING BETTER THAN HAVING FUN WHILE DRAWING!!! MAY YOU INSPIRE LOTS AND LOTS OF PEOPLE and most importantly I hope you always find joy in your own art!!!! THIS MESSAGE MEANS THE WORLD TO ME AND YOU DO TOO ILU ANON!!! IM GONNA KEEP THIS FOREVER

1) A NERD AND A PUNK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2) omg I have thought about basically every combination o f my ocs at least once anon lKMDLskdlj they would be cute!!!!!!! and a very calm couple… I feel like emmett would be patient enough to handle fay though it would take a lot to get there bc rn emmett is low key terrified of fay LOL 

1) IM NOT SURE U WOULD WANT TO MARRY THEM ¾ OF THEM ARE A MESS!!!!!!!

2) OH I googled around a bit bc tbh I have no idea what they are called too, and I think it’s called the terminator/ half tone?? it’s basically the bit of colour between the light and the core shadow (the darkest part of where the shadow starts) 

THe coloured outline of shadows that alot of artists do is an exaggeration of how it looks in rl but it is pretty neat bc it makes the object look like it’s glowing haha 

1) AW THANK YOU ANON!!!!!!!!! it’s so sweet that you’ve stuck around for so long and that you take the time to do that!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE I’LL KEEP DRAWING AND MAKING ART THAT YOU ENJOY FOR YEARS TO COME!!!! 

2) OH no that plant is a random plant that I made up hahhaaa 

1) HELLO AGAIN AND thank you ahhh it means a lot to me that you take the time to interpret and think about my art in such a thoughtful manner😭😭😭 It’s really sweet and it makes me look at my art in a different way? I was thinking that the redrawn version seems more stiff and I wasn’t sure if I liked them more than the old ones, but after seeing this message I was like ohhh that is true I did try different things with the new versions and that is something I should appreciate and be proud of !! so thank YOU for the lovely words, it is my absolute pleasure to share my art with u!! 

2) HE IS YOURS PLEASE TAKE CARE OF THIS WHIRLWIND

1) I like using poses from magazines to study anatomy!! I either follow blogs that post magazine scans or I buy them myself when i can! Another thing I’ve found rly helpful was using fitness books/ videos as references… like those for muscle-building/ weight lifters, where there are diagrams of which muscles are working for a specific exercise. YOUTUBE has a lot of fitness videos, just type xxx workout, pause the video at any random frame, and u should be able to get a nice reference to study muscles with!! If u want references for the muscles themselves, some good books I’ve found helpful are: Strength training Anatomy and Anatomy for sculptors (I can give them to you off anon if you’d like)!

2) I HOPE YOU ARE enjoying the brushes !!! NO WORRIES AT ALL I’m happy to share my brushes with anyone who might want to try using htem!! SENDS YOU ALL OF MY LOVE BACK I HOPE YOU ARE ALWAYS HAPPY AND INSPIRED ❤❤

1) omg this is so hard bc there are 213213 options and I could picture them as more than 1 type of fantasy creature tbh ……… BUT FIRST ONES THAT COME TO MIND WOULD BE : some kind faerie for fay haha, werewolf for tyler, centaur for emmett, vampire for jc, some kinda elemental spirit for cyrus, an orc for wade, and UHH some kind of wise gate guarding creature for parisi LOL 

ILY TOO AND thank YOU for loving my silly boys!!!!!!!!! 

2) AHHHH thank u anon I WISH YOU ALL tHE BEST AND I HOPE YOU KEEP DRAWING AS WELL ALWAYS 💞💞💞💞

1) OR PERHAPS PARISI IS JUST ENORMOUS but also yes it’s true baby tyler is a tiny baby bean

2) LSKMDLKSM HOW CAN I NOT SAY I LOVE YOU BACK TO YOU THE SWEETEST ANON OF ALL TIME 💖💖💖💖💖

1) omg anon this is a lie I am terrible at drawing anything symmetrically and if I somehow produced anything to make u think so, it’s probably because I spent 10 hours on getting it to look ok LOL I.. TRY TO USE GUIDELINES and flip my canvas to check that things are balanced… that helps me out a lot :’D 

2) thank u anon for this ask it is beautiful and I will frame it and keep it in my room to encourage myself to start drawing batfam art again 

1) HEY ANON and thank u! I have a list of resources that I’ve found helpful here (at the bottom of the page) !! I hope some of that might be useful for you and feel free to drop me another msg if u need more/ want something more specific!!!!!!! ALL THE BEST

2) omg I havent replied to asks in so long that I didnt even rmb what picture this was referring to and I had to go back and look LOL HE’S TRYING HIS BEST ANON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE CANT HELP BEING AN AVERAGE MAN SURROUNDED BY MODELS HOW RIDICULOUS OF THEM !!!! 

[ao3feed-willel]

by mars22

that was the thing about goodbyes: they were never sweet, and she could never quite bring herself to let anything go. goodbye meant something was gone, and she couldn't bear the thought of anything being gone. in her life one minute, out the next? everything had tasted so sweet, felt so warm, for six short months, and now she couldn't force herself to let those days go, even though they were dust.

  or,

in the year following starcourt, the party reflects on their time together.

Words: 3867, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Joyce Byers (briefly), Jonathan Byers (Briefly), Nancy Wheeler (mentioned)

Relationships: Eleven | Jane Hopper/Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper & Jim "Chief" Hopper, Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers & Eleven | Jane Hopper, Dustin Henderson & Mike Wheeler

Additional Tags: i can't tag im so sorry, Canon Compliant, kind of, there's some inconsistencies between the tagalong books and the actual show, and this follows the books a bit, but its mostly compliant

[sweetshark]

im unsure if im late to this but im still doing this! thank u @weeaboo-of-love for tagging me :3c you’re sweet too

What got you into self inserting? Was it something you’ve always done, or something you were inspired to do?

Well I used to make an oc that looked slightly like me/acted like me/liked the same things as me then ship them with anyone of my choice. I’m sorry to admit this but at the time I was scared that cringe culture would come to get my ass for making a self insert so I just called my self inserts ‘ocs’ lol

and then i began making actual self inserts and started calling them my self inserts but i often kept them to myself still because i was embarrassed about making them

but i began sharing them with my friends and so! that’s brought out my confidence in doing that!

For some of us, aesthetic is key. Do you have a theme or an aesthetic for your self insert content (Please do not include ships/FOs!)?

hm, well I normally use the pronoun ‘I’ for most of my content but I’m also really inconsistent and sometimes use ‘she’ or call my self insert by ‘rena’ still (with the exception of character refs)

so i might need to sort that out lol

What’s your favourite way of self inserting? Do you like to write, or draw, or make content via other means? (They’re all valid, even if you don’t make content and keep it to yourself!)

i love to draw self insert stuff, but i’m also keen to write about things :^) however i might need to improve on my writing before i start posting it haha

Friends are very important. Have you made any friends within the community?

yeah! i’ve known a person before going into the self ship community and i have made friends

even if we haven’t talked a lot i still consider my mutuals amazing people and that their f/os love them :)

@space-cupid @acchikichi @weeaboo-of-love (sorry u got tagged again :P)

ily guys! 

[dracomalfoys]

🐝 I really like my laugh.

I'm 100% sure that your laugh is the most adorable 

blograte undercut!

want one?

T H E   B A S I C S

url - sorry I don’t get it | not from my fandoms | could be better | pretty cool | dammmnnnnnnn | who did you kill?

icon - could be better | don’t recognise it | okay okay okay | noice | awesome | i’m gonna steal it (i love john boyega and I will marry him one day)

T H E M E S

desktop theme - basic | not my cup of tea | nice | pretty | gorgeous | where did you get it…im just asking for a friend

colour scheme - not my taste | pretty | gorgeous | dammmnnnnnn son

updates tab - don’t have one | not my taste | bit basic | lovely | absolutely perfect

mobile theme - okay | nice | pretty but not my style | pretty | gorgeous | absolutely perfect

mobile header - nonexistent | I don’t get it | bit blurry | alright | lovely | basically perfect

mobile colours - not my style | doesn’t match | looks nice | aesthetic as FUDGE

P O S T S

reblogs -  kinda random | nice but not my fandoms | pretty good | wonderful | give me a sec while reblog everything

aesthetic - aesthetic? | inconsistent | eye pleasing | absolutely perfect | you invented the word

original edits - I couldn’t find any | not bad | great start | pretty | lovely | so original | gorgeous | teach me I NEED YOUR KNOWLEDGE

Tag System - none | I don’t get it | needs to be more concise | great | perfect

O V E R A L L

overall - meh | pretty nice | lovely | incredible | your entire blog is mine now

following - no sorry but I still love you | now | how was i not before?! | yes ofc | you’re one of my fav blogs ever

compliment/advice: Kris your blog is honestly I C O N I C I’ve followed you for as long as I can remember and your blog will always be perfect to me no matter what!