#the amount of times my arm would mess with the size of the brush.......

[hippiichi]

first ever procreate painting!!!

[skyahri]

Yours |Suguru Geto X Reader|

Summary: One bed trope with Geto <3

Warnings: SMUT! Sex, piv, oral (f receiving), choking, spit, making out, cream pie, all pork no plot.

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It was supposed to be a simple exorcism; just a class one curse in the Aomori prefecture who only showed up under specific circumstances. What circumstances were, you weren't sure.

It's the height of the Nebuta Matsuri festival, meaning every hotel in a twenty-mile radius was packed full. Principal Yaga tried his hardest, but there was only one available room when he booked for the night, and that room only had a single queen-sized bed.

You sighed. Of course, the one time you actually needed a hotel would also be the one time no proper ones were available.

"It's not so bad, Y/N. Better me than Satoru, yeah?"

Hardly. Yeah, he was a huge flirt, but that was better than Geto's passive advances. You could audibly reject Gojo's passes at you. You could curse him and tell him off. You could put your hand on his face and shove him away. But Geto? He was conniving and backhanded with his compliments and one-liners. He'd sneak it into conversation in a way that would make you seem crazy for acknowledging it.

"At least Satoru is skinny. You'll take up half the bed."

He snickered at you, watching as you pulled random articles of clothing out of your bag and sauntered over to the bathroom. He stripped down to just his underwear and got under the covers before you had the opportunity to see him. He wasn't shy, he just knew if you'd seen him with such little clothing under there he'd be in for an earful.

You exited the bathroom and made your way around the room, turning off lights and double checking locks. Geto could only watch in awe as you moved. He was expecting you to wear something more conservative, so your shorts and tight t-shirt combo really through him through the wringer.

He'd never really seen you outside of your uniform. Until now he'd only guessed what was hidden underneath. He'd always been attracted to your strong personality, so it really didn't matter in the end, but damn was this a nice surprise. He stared at your ass as you walked towards the door and at your breasts when you walked back towards him. The light from the lamp was not helping the situation, further creating a more personal environment and making his rapidly growing hard-on more prominent.

"Got a staring problem?"

His eyes quickly darted up to meet yours. He sucked in a breath of air, trying to settle his racing heart and cool his thoughts.

"Just surprised you're actually a girl."

You quirked an eyebrow up at him. Was he seriously trying to play that amount of staring off as nothing more than a glance?

"Who knew, right? Now you can indulge in all your little fantasies guilt-free knowing there's not a dick hiding underneath my skirt."

You climbed into bed next to him and laid down. You tried to ignore his gaze as it flitted across your face and chest, but damn was it difficult. His usually soft gaze was solid, like an animal eyeing up its prey. The way he turned from his back to his side and propped his head up with his hand made every muscle in his arm bulge.

He couldn't help it. The way you angled your body towards him and brushed your hair behind your ear. The teasing glint in your eye was truly brutal for his dumb monkey brain.

"Not enough blood flow up there, big guy?"

It was almost too easy to mess with him at this point. His face was ever so slightly flushed and his fists had begun to grip the sheets. He swallowed hard, trying to think of something, anything, to retort with. He kept drawing blanks. His usual sense of humor would only add to the tension that was already crushing him.

"Come on, Sugu, it's no fun teasing you if you won't fight back."

You sat up with your legs tucked under you and leaned forward. Your hands pressed flat against the bedding between your knees, accentuating your bust even more so.

"If you'd like my participation, you're going to have to tone it down, princess."

"I don't know what you're talking about-"

He was quick to take control of the situation. In an instant, he grabbed your hips and moved you underneath him, making you squeak in surprise. You could feel his erection pressing into your core. You stammered for a second, your hands reaching to grip on his biceps

Despite all the jokes, you hadn't expected him to make a move. He was a flirt, sure, but you'd never taken any of his advances at anything more than face value.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

He shifted his position, causing his dick to dig into your heat a bit harder. Your legs instinctively tightened against him. He smirked at you, taking it as a sign to continue.

"Where's all that whit now, huh?"

He slid his hands down your legs until they were behind your knees. He put almost his entire body weight on you, forcing your legs flush against your chest. He shifted his hips back and forward once, using his bulge to slide your shorts to the side.

"You had so much to say a minute ago."

He fronted his cock against your lacey panties. The new angle made it easier for him to hit all your sweet spots. You bit back a moan, determined not to completely unfold in front of him. He kept grinding against your heat, noting how much wetter the fabric was becoming with each pass.

"You feel so much better than I imagined,"

"S-Suguru-"

"I can feel how wet you are and we're barely getting started."

He dipped his head down to your neck, lightly brushing his lips against your skin.

"Tell me you want me."

"What?"

"Tell me you want me just as much as I've wanted you all these years."

His movements halted while he waited for you to answer. He didn't lift his head, instead opting to nuzzle the dip in your collarbone.

A wave of emotions overcame you. What the Hell was he talking about? Was he seriously suggesting that all the playful innuendos and chivalry were attempts to win your affection? Had your unrequited crush not been so one-sided after all?

"Of course I want you-"

He didn't hesitate to smother you with a kiss. Your hands went to cup his face and slid back into his soft locks. He trailed his lips down your neck. When he got to the hem of your shirt, he removed his hands from your legs, opting to hold you in place with his brawny shoulders instead, and slid his hands up your waist.

"You're so soft,"

He cupped your breasts in his large hands, flicking his thumbs over your nipples.

"So fucking pretty,"

He peppered gentle kisses down your stomach. His hot breath tickled your skin, making his gesture all the more enjoyable.

"I cant wait to make you mine."

He tugged your shorts down and hastily removed them.

"Lacy panties and no bra? It's like you wanted me to take you."

He shoved the fabric to the side. He darted his tongue out to gently brushed your clit. You twitched, startled by his actions despite knowing what all the lead up was for.

Geto found pride in your reaction. He wanted more. He repeated the action, creating a steady pace of sucking and lapping at your sensitive bud. You couldn't help but squirm beneath him, the only solace being his tight grip around your thighs keeping you in place.

He smirked. Your moans were loud in his head, a sound he'd be sure to never forget. You gripped his hair. You weren't sure if you pulling him closer or trying to put space between your most sensitive bits and his unholy mouth, but you needed to do something.

"Relax princess,"

His voice was like silk, it always had been. Something about his usual nickname for you coming out in what was apparently his bedroom voice was alluring.

You couldn't relax, though. Not when that familiar knot had started to form in your stomach. His tongue was unrelenting, almost like he was trying to punish you for crimes you hadn't committed.

"Suguru,"

You mumbled his name under your breath. You could hardly think with the way he flattened his tongue against your folds. You barely register the quick squeeze he gave your thigh before removing his hand and curling two of his fingers in your cunt. You tense at the sudden intrusion, but quickly let the rhythmic thrust of his hand melt it away.

He picks his head up for a moment but continues to pump his fingers in and out, going as far as adding a third digit into the mix. He takes in the view- your shirt ridden up just under the swell of your breasts, back arched and panting as you approach your climax.

"Stop staring."

Flustered, you push his head down, and he gladly takes the hint and continues to eat you out like a man on the brink of death.

Your legs begin to tremble as you feel the onslaught of your orgasm. The rush of blood in your ears and lack of oxygen in your lungs drives the ecstasy forward tenfold. Your fingers tighten in his hair and your toes curl. Your legs try to close on instinct, but Geto isn't having it. He removes his fingers from you and plants his palm on your thigh, forcing your legs open as he slurps up the remnants of your high.

He makes a show of wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist before moving up in one smooth motion to kiss you. It's weird tasting yourself on his lips, but definitely not unwelcome, especially when he's pulling away and shoving his soiled fingers in your mouth.

"Suck."

You listen. It's the least you can do after being given the most mind-numbing orgasm of your life. He kisses across your cheek and down your neck as he hastily kicks off his boxers. He's kneeling between your plush thighs, grinding his dick through your sensitive folds. You shutter, the tingling from your high still buzzing in your mind. He loves the way you squirm, knowing he's responsible for your movements.

Your fingers trace up his arms and to his shoulders before dragging down his back. He grunts, hips stuttering at the sensation. He could cum just like this, but that's not what he wants. Not when he's waited so long and you're ready and willing to be so good for him.

He removes himself from your mouth and drags his hand down, giving your neck a quick squeeze before continuing down. He's touching everywhere- your sternum, your breasts, your stomach, and your hips. His hands are rough but his touch is tender, leaving a trail of fire behind.

"Tell me what you want."

You can't respond. His heavy ruts against your cunt had turned more desperate. The overstimulation you were initially feeling from cumming the first time is fading away. The vein on his cock is hitting your clit just right. He's switching between nibbling and sucking on your neck.

"Tell me, or I'll stop."

"C-can't, Sugu, please-"

"You're a big girl. Use your words and tell me what you want."

You move your hands from his sides to his face, pulling his slightly damp forehead down to touch yours. Your nose brushed against his and you steal a chaste kiss. You take a deep breath to settle your nerves a bit.

"I want you to fuck me, please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

Geto pulls his hips back and dips forward, sucking in a sharp breath and slowly inching his cock into your sopping entrance. You moan, your head shooting back into the soft pillows as he bottoms out.

"Fuck,"

So tight, so warm, and so made for his cock. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, forcing you into a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss. Your ankles cross behind his head and he rests his forearms beside your head. Your bodies are flush with each other, almost like you were made to fit together like this.

He moves to lift your shirt so it bunches above your tits, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking hard. You clamp down around him, causing him to groan. You barely hear it, too fucked out to distinguish his noises from your own.

He sits up suddenly, slowing his relentless thrusts so he can focus. He grips the fat of your thighs briefly before reaching down, collecting some fluids on his thumb and dragging it across your aching bud.

"Fuck- Suguru-"

Just a few quick swipes and you're barreling over the edge. He grits his teeth when you tense, willing himself to hold out just a little longer. He's waited years for this and he'll be damned if he doesn't make the most of it. Your body is shaking, damn near convulsing, actually, as he continues to brush his calloused thumb over your poor clit.

"Please, Sugu, 's too much, I can't-"

"You can take it, princess, I promise. Just one more for me."

You've never submitted to anyone before. You're bratty on a good day and borderline evil on bad ones. You have a commanding air to you and all the confidence to back it up. Seeing you now, blushing and whimpering beneath him, letting him completely dominate you, is surprising sight, to say the least.

And it's a sight he'll never let go of.

He directs his vision down, marveling at the way you suck him in, how you stretch so well around him. His breathing is even but heavy as he collects himself. He gathers some spit in his mouth and lets it fall to where your bodies meet, instantly blending in with the mix of precum and fluids.

"You look so pretty stuffed full of my cock."

"Take me so well, you know?"

"Such a good girl. So dumb on my dick, makes me proud."

He's keeping his pace slow, snapping his hips forward and touching your cervix each time. You're blubbering, mumbling his name, and a few curses each time he thrusts into you. Your mind is muddy, only focusing on his kind praises and the heat building in your stomach.

"Beg."

"W-what?"

"Beg me to cum in you."

You sputter for a moment, completely caught off guard by his request. His rich purple eyes meet yours. Their somewhat hidden behind his hair, but their dark hue doesn't get lost on you.

When you don't immediately answer, he pinches your clit making you yelp. You sober up a little and bink up him. He smooths his thumb back over to ease the pain, but that look on his face is telling you he'll do it again.

"Please, Suguru, I want you to-"

He quickens his thrusts and rubs fast circles on your clit. He runs his fingers up your body and presses his fingers into the sides of your throat. You cry out for him at the change of pace.

"Try again."

"Fuck! Please cum in me, please, wan' you to fill me up, wanna be yours."

He fucking into you like he's desperate. Muttering your name under his breath and gripping your thigh like he's trying to break you. He's using your neck as a handle, trying to keep your body still as he relentlessly pushes inside your glistening cunt.

Your head is light as you cum around his cock, his tight grip on your windpipe making the waves of your orgasm crash down harder. Your eyelids flitter shut and you just listen to Geto curse as he ruts into you impatiently. He removes his hand from you bud and you basque in the height of your high, no longer having to work through the discomfort of overstimulation.

His now free hand is pawing at your chest, harshly squeezing your mound in his fist. You can feel his movements become less and less patterned right before he stills and he shoots thick ropes of cum into you. It's warm and comforting, the feeling of his cum dripping from your abused cunt.

He finally lets go of you and falls to the side. You inhale sharply, coughing and sputtering as your body finally gets the oxygen you need. You force your eyes to focus as you try to regain at least some of your brain function.

"Sorry, didn't mean to almost kill you."

His words are empty, telling you that he knew exactly what he was doing and wasn't going to hurt you. You laugh a bit and turn your head to look at him. His hair is sticking to his forehead and he's breathing heavily, but he's still looking at you like you're the only thing on his mind.

"Even if you had, I think it would've been a fine death."

"I take it you enjoyed it?"

"That's the understatement of a century."

He laughs and stands up, walking into the bathroom and rustling around before coming back out with a towel.

"Oh, no, Suguru, that's not necessary. I'll just-"

When you try to sit up he pushes you back down.

"I was rough. The least I can do is take care of you, princess."

You twitch when he rubs the fabric over your sensitive bits. He tosses the rag in the general direction of the bathroom and climbs back into bed with you. He pulls you into him and glides his fingers through your hair. You rest your face on his chest and rub your hand over his abs.

"So... years, huh?"

"Don't push it. I can still go another round and I'm being nice by giving you a break."

[kasdan]

𝐸𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑦 {𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 14}

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a/n: i would like to apologize that this chapter has taken so long i have been working mainly on fics on my side blog atm and am trying to juggle this story and the other fics i'm writing so please bear with me 🙏🏼 i hope people still enjoy reading the story and that you enjoy the chapter<3

summary: you have to cut off your power usage and a visitor shows up on the bunker's doorstep

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: frank is upsetti spaghetti, mention of blood and dead bodies, reader and frank have another moment ‼️(they were cock blocked again smh), mild language, smidge cliffhanger ending (sorry)

word count: 1.2k

“How the hell did they know where we were?” I hear Frank’s booming voice from the bathroom where I’m washing off all the blood. He doesn’t give me much of a choice when we get back to the bunker, immediately ushering me into the bathroom to get cleaned up, even though he looks to be in worse condition than I am.

He tries to inspect my injuries, but I push the first aid kit into his arms so he can tend to his own wounds and not worry about mine. I’ve been washing off in the sink, watching the red-colored water swirl down the drain. Most of the blood on me isn’t mine; it’s from others that I need to scrub off.

I quickly rinse off the blood and change into the clothes Frank left outside the door before leaving the bathroom. It’s easy to find where the two men are in the bunker, given its size, and also where the loud talking continues.

As soon as Frank sees me walk into the room, he’s in front of me, tilting my chin up to inspect the cut. “Frank, I’m fine.” I try to tilt my head away, but his grip is firm, not letting me move as he examines my chin.

He doesn’t let go until he’s sure I’m not badly hurt, then walks back to where David is sitting at his desk. Wrappers and bandages from the first aid kit are scattered over the desk where Frank hastily patched up his injuries.

“The bracelet she has only prevents large amounts of waves from being sent into the air at one time, making it almost impossible to track—emphasis on almost. They’re apparently very persistent,” David explains, sighing.

“So my best chance is to just not use them?” I ask, uncertain about the situation since many of the men who came are either still bleeding out at the house or dead.

“Right now, I think it’s best if they’re only used when absolutely necessary.” I understand his point, but it makes me uneasy not being able to fully control them or work on them. How can I ensure they’ll work when I really need them?

“You can still practice with them, just not so much at one time,” David says, as if reading my thoughts. I nod slowly, slightly disappointed that I won’t have any more full-on training sessions with Frank anytime soon.

“C’mere,” Frank says, grabbing a couple of papers from the desk and motioning for me to follow him to the back of the bunker.

“Yeah, just leave me with the mess,” David calls out as Frank walks away, not receiving a response.

Frank sits down on the ground, knowing I’m more comfortable there than on the benches or chairs. I’ve told him many times that he doesn’t have to sit on the ground with me if he’d prefer the chairs, but he brushes me off every time.

He places the papers in front of him as I sit down next to him, wondering what this is about. He gives me a reassuring smile and slides the paper closer so I can see it.

There’s a list of words on it, each color-coded. “This is the list of the powers that were put into the system. They were all a different color for some reason, so we wrote them down as listed,” Frank explains. I reach out to pick up the sheet and survey it.

I skim over the list, focusing more on the colors than trying to make sense of it. However, I can't help but notice the word “time” a couple of times. My eyebrows crease as I attempt to figure out what it means. “What is it?” Frank gently asks from next to me.

I show him the two items I’m looking at. “What do these mean?” He leans in to see where I’m pointing.

“Freeze time and reverse time,” he reads from the paper. “Freezin' time is makin' everythin' around you stop and freeze in place. Reversin' it is going back a few seconds or minutes to an earlier event.” I recall the time in the house when Frank repeated the same thing but didn’t seem to realize it. Was I the reason for that? I glance back at the paper. ‘Freeze time’ has an icy blue color next to it, while ‘reverse time’ has a lighter green color.

“You don’t know what the colors mean?” I look up from the paper, surprised to find that we’ve grown closer, our knees touching as I look at him. He meets my gaze and visibly swallows before clearing his throat.

“Uh, no. They were never really explained in the files…” His voice trails off, and I look at him in confusion.

“Are you okay?” I ask, noticing his distraction.“Frank?” I say again when he doesn't say anything, and he lifts his head to look at me.

“I shouldn’t…” he mutters, sounding conflicted.

“Shouldn’t what?” I respond, but there’s no time to think before he tilts my chin up and presses his lips to mine.

It catches me off guard, and a small gasp escapes me as he moves his lips gently against mine. I feel sparks ignite within me once again, and I slowly start to move my mouth along with his.

A groan escapes his lips when he feels me respond, and he grips my hips, pulling me closer. I find myself resting my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as our mouths continue to move together.

My body tingles as sparks shoot through my arms and into my hands, causing Frank to pull back and look at me. I’m breathing heavily and notice my hands glowing dark red again, and I don’t understand what triggered it.

Instead of pulling fully away, Frank ignores the shocks and leans in to press his lips back against mine. I try to pull my hands away to stop hurting him, but his strong hold keeps me in place.

A noise escapes me as he presses his mouth more firmly against mine, forcing me to push back with equal force. He pulls me into his lap, our bodies pressed close, and I can’t help but wrap my arms around his neck and melt into him.

My body feels like it’s in overdrive, new emotions swirling inside me, making me want to stay close forever. However, the universe has other plans when a knock is heard from the front bunker door.

We break apart, panting for air. I stare at him, confused about what’s happening. His grip loosens, allowing me to slide off his lap.

David’s urgent voice comes from the other side of the bunker, calling us over. I glance at Frank one last time before picking myself up and slowly making my way to David. Frank follows, but I catch him glancing down at the paper left on the ground before he does.

“Do either of you know who this is?” David points to the screen of the camera outside the door. A woman stands there in a long dark coat. There’s something familiar about her, but I can’t quite place it.

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[chronicallyuniconic]

Chronic Pain/Fatigue & Cleaning

I generally clean in small, bite-sized amounts, spread across several days which makes it more manageable and allows me to stay on top of mess

Today however, I accidentally dropped some stuff, requiring me to use Henry Hoover, as it wasn't something a brush would clear up

The hoover/vacuum is like a final level boss fight when you have chronic pain and fatigue (for me)

It is SO HEAVY, even just pulling it around, not lifting with my arms. The back and forth across carpet feels like I'm scything grass, I'm using all of my weight to push forward and pull back the hoover head. Tilting my head down makes me feel dizzy, that feeling you might get on a rough boat trip.

Pain creeps in, crawling up my shins and wrapping around my shoulders

After I finished hoovering that small patch, I am sweating through my back, I can feel the beads slowly rolling down my neck & I can barely catch my breath. I feel irritated by the sweat, uncomfortable, unsteady on my feet, so I go back to my safe spot

I sit down, immediately my left arm and hand is tingling and burning, like when you've been lifting weights in repetition and the jelly-feeling comes on. Then it begins in my right arm & hand. There was still tingling in both hands 20-30 minutes later

I remember the before-times when I would dedicate my Sundays to cleaning, I could do it all in one day, preparing myself and home for the week ahead. That would mean dusting, polishing, hoovering, mopping, clearing dishes and so on

I can't do it like before. It makes me feel so useless & weak, another reminder that my body doesn't work like that anymore, that I'm not the same. It's frustrating to see the accumulation of "what I'd like to clean" and then realise the little amount I am actually able to and it makes me feel dirty. I can't remember when I was last able to clean my dishes

Oh to go back to before so I can just "be" without consequence

[the-kr8tor]

yeah my cats....walked all over my keyboard...and then my finger slipped and I pressed send.. Daily Hobie HC! One day I'll tell what happened to cause hobie not to be allowed in the kitchen near fire without supervision...not this time though Hobie could practically smell your cramps before they hit you like a brick, causing you to curl up on the couch with your fingers digging into the heatpack that he had warmed up for you. After cradling you close and rubbing your back, you eventually dozed off, letting Hobie set you down to nap on the couch while he moved to the kitchen. He kept his eye on you as he brought out the ingredients, briefly skimming over a chocolate chip recipe that came on the back of the packaged ingredients. Hobie hadn't had cookies in a while, usually maintaining a blood diet, but sometimes he just ate some sweet foods for the taste of it, as it was unable to contribute to actually filling him up. He was baking them for you, as a surprise for when you wake up, but he was sure you wouldn't mind him snatching one or two from you. As he slowly stirred up the batter, occasionally popping a chocolate chip into his mouth to savour the chocolate-y sweetness, eventually it came to when he was able to pour them in from the packet. Hobie was quite generous with the amount of chocolate chips, practically covering the surface area of the batter, before beginning to churn the mixture once more. Letting the batter sit for a moment, Hobie took out a tray and lined it with baking paper, before scooping out decent-sized balls of batter and dropping them onto the tray, trying to make sure they were all evenly spaced out. With the left over batter, Hobie unraveled some clingwrap and put it over, putting the large bowl aside with the spatula inside, just in case you wanted to lick the leftovers, or just eat the batter. He looked over the recipe carefully, double-checking he was pre-heating the oven correctly. Once he was able to determine that it was preheated properly, he slipped in the tray, closing the oven and throwing off the mitts. Hobie stayed as quiet as possible with cleaning up his mess, not wanting to wake you up knowing you needed rest. After all, you were bleeding against your will, and he was definitely aware of it. The moment he was done with cleaning up the kitchen, Hobie shapeshifted into his other form as a bat, flying over to you and draping himself over your chest, nuzzling himself under your limp hand as he laid against you. Hobie's ears twitched as he heard the alarm he had set go off. He wriggled his way (sadly) out of your hand, flying over and shutting up the alarm by kicking it with his bat feet. Hobie shifted back in front of the oven, slipping the mitts onto his hands and closing his eyes in response to the blast of heat emitting from the oven. He took out the tray, setting it on the counter to see what he'd done. Closing the oven door, Hobie was satisfied with his skills, with the cookies looking nice and crispy, with the chocolate chips half-way between solid and melted. Hobie moved the cookies onto a plate when they were cool to touch, setting it on the coffee table and stirring you up gently, holding the batch of cookies near you so you would see that he didn't wake you up just to tease you. He kisses you tenderly on the forehead as you took one and bit into it, taking one cookie for himself to see how well he had done, biting into it. Admittedly, the cookies were perfect. Warm, crispy on the outside, and perfectly done chocolate goo on the inside. He holds you close with an arm around your shoulders as you two munch on the cookies, with you leaning against him, your knee brushing up against his own. -🐦‍⬛

Hmmm 🤨 that's sus

Don't blame the cats!!

Daily Hobie HC!!

Lmao i would like to hear it someday

R is just like me fr

I could go for some warm cookies rn 🤤

Bruh I raised my brow when I read 'blood diet' and went "okay hobie I won't judge" until I realised that this is vampire! Hobie lmaoooooo 🤣

GASP HOBAT WITH AN APRON WHILE BAKING COOKIES!!!!

Ngl my mouth watered at the description of those cookies I want some so bad

[kenjakusbrainstem]

Strangers on a Train (Geto Suguru x Reader)

Contains: cnc, groping, 'strangers', public sex, fingering, forced flashing, 'cheating', cum eating, size difference, reader being manhandled.

I'm not quite sure what made me write this other than my attempt at writing consensual non consent. The idea of someone (specifically Geto) wanting to go along with reader's fantasy of groping in public is just so hot to me. Wrote most of this in one sitting, the end was a bit of a mess though, hopefully its enjoyable! Hopefully the end is obvious enough that you can tell it was Geto the whole time. As always, reblog/comment if you enjoy! I love you all!

For a Saturday morning, the metro was a lot busier than you had anticipated. You weren't expecting too much of a crowd, but as you stepped into your usual car you were almost overwhelmed by the amount of people.

You hoped the ride would have had some bench space, as you weren't dressed for standing in a crowd. Today's plans involved a beach date with your loving boyfriend, Suguru Geto. Unfortunately you had to take a 30 minute train ride to get to the beach you were meeting him at. Your clothes little more than a cover up for the swimsuit you wore instead of underwear, and the main cover you wore being the fishnet stockings covering your legs.

Moving against the crowd a bit you planted yourself near the back exit of the train car. There weren't any seats available so you found yourself standing. Not quite against the wall, as a large man with a hat, glasses, and a bored look on his face leaned against the wall looking at the phone in his hands.

You payed the stranger no mind. There was only one stop between you and your fun beach date, maybe a seat would clear up by then.

As the train lurched forward you reached a hand up to grab the rail above your head for balance. You felt your phone vibrate against your skin. Pulling it out of the waistband of your short skirt you saw a new message from your boyfriend.

Waiting for you ♡ it read. You smiled to yourself, he was always thinking of you. Lowering your hand from the bar to text back, you weren't ready when the train jostled a little. Nothing to be alarmed about, but enough to push you into the tall man in front of you.

Your face crushing into his chest, arms reaching for support and grasping his biceps.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself. You felt your face flush with embarrassment.

Before you could straighten yourself, you felt a large hand on your hip steadying you. The grip was tight, unexpected. You were too nervous to look up at him so you brought a hand to rest on top of his before pushing it away. The fingers drug down your leg across the fishnet material before returning to his own side.

Nervously you placed your phone back into the waistband and smoothed out your short skirt. His large hand had made you more anxious about your clothing choice. You weren't small in any sense of the word, but the way his hand had engulfed your hip made you blush from more than just embarrassment.

As you stood, you tried to pay more attention to your surroundings and less to the body in front of you. Glancing around you noted that the car was full mostly of people that looked like they were on their way to work. A sea of mostly men in suits.

You suddenly felt another brush against your thigh, making you almost jump out of your skin. Quickly looking down you saw the man's knee bent and gently pressing in between your plush thighs. You pressed your thighs closer together, but as you did he removed his knee. He continued to stand there as if nothing had happened.

You noted his clothing, the board shorts and tropical print shirt a contrast to those around you. Not unlike yourself. However upon looking up to note his facial features, you noticed a black face mask. The rest of his face was mostly obscured by a hat, his long black hair pulled up under it.

It was probably an accident anyway, you were both just standing on a moving train. Still the feeling of his skin rubbing against your partly clothed thighs gave you a feeling in your guts you didn't want to label.

You moved to step back a little, to create some more space between the two of you. Unfortunately you happened to step on the back of someones foot.

"Watch it!" a voice harshly whispered before elbowing you in the back. The jab you weren't expecting causing you to once again fall into the large stranger's chest.

This time, both of his hands came to rest on your hips, pressing your body tightly against his own.

Trying to keep your sound of shock in, you bit your lip as you wiggled against his grip.

He held you tighter against his noticeably sturdy body. You could feel his musculature through the thin shirt he wore.

Suddenly you felt him lifting you off of the ground and switching your spots. He sat you down as swiftly as he'd lifted you. The strength it must have taken to move you so quickly and gently had you too stunned to speak.

"Now that you're against something solid maybe you'll be less clumsy," the man's quiet voice whispered in your ear. His hands gripped your hips tighter before falling away. One coming up to the rail above your head, he leaned slightly into your space as he stood.

You looked down and leaned back, pressing into the wall trying to disappear. This whole situation was embarrassing! It was also very shameful for you, as the feeling of being manhandled in such a way lit a fire in your guts that was reserved for you darling Suguru.

Crossing your arms across your stomach in an attempt to hide yourself further, you silently willed the train to travel faster.

After a few moments of nothing strange happening you relaxed a bit. Checking your phone again you saw that you only had about twenty minutes left on this ride.

While you were looking at your phone, you didn't notice the arm above you coming to rest against the wall above your shoulder. What you did notice, however, was his other hand. It pressed lightly into your hip and slowly slid up to rest against the side of your breast.

You froze, looking up and noticing how caged in you were. You met his eyes for the first time and the heat in them made your blood run cold.

Without breaking eye contact, the stranger's hand squeezed your breast through your shirt. The thin material of your button up and swimsuit top leaving little in the way of protection against his hands kneading your soft flesh.

Leaning into you more, the hand undid a few more of the buttons on your shirt before slipping inside and cupping the skin directly. You gasped, shaking your head at the stranger.

"Please don't do this," you whispered, begging to keep your decency.

The hand inside your shirt yanked at the swimsuit top, exposing your breasts to him. He was so close to you that you doubted anyone else could see, but the thought still made your guts burn with a hot mix of shame and desire.

"Shhh," is the only response he gives you before twisting one of your nipples between his fingertips. The sensitive nub hardening at the attention.

You bit down on your lip trying hard to keep quiet and not draw attention to yourself. It felt so good and you hated it, one hand coming up to hold the arm near your face and the other coming to your lips.

His knee again nudged your legs open, this time you let him. Your plush legs parting without resistance. The sensation of his knee sliding up your thighs made you squirm. Not too much though, as you were exposed and the only thing keeping you from flashing the train was his large frame.

The hand fondling you breast squeezed harder before moving to play with the neglected nipple. A moan threatened to escape your lips but you swallowed it down like a bitter pill. Like the realization that you were enjoying being groped by a stranger.

The knee in between your thighs finally pressed against your pussy, and you knew it was unlikely he wouldn't notice how wet you were. The thrill of being caught and being forced into this situation was uncomfortably arousing.

The train lurched again, slowing to a stop. The man stepped even closer to you, shielding you even more from potential view and preventing you from escaping even if you wanted to.

Only one more stop til you met with your sweet boyfriend.

You buried your face into the chest now directly in front of you, shamefully hiding your exposed form. As you felt the train fully stop and heard the doors open, you felt the knee against your pussy grind up into you. You forced a cough from your throat in an attempt to cover up the moan escaping your lips.

The pressure the man was putting on your pussy had you clenching around nothing, barely daring to grind your hips down. The hand on your chest squeezed again before moving away, leaving you to feel you nipples rub up against his shirt. Your over sensitive body shivering at the contact.

His large hand lifted to pat your head, pressing your face into his pecks. The gentleness unexpected. You heard a muffled voice but couldn't quite make it out.

"Oh she's okay, trains make her feel ill. I'm just trying to comfort her," the smooth voice of the man trapping you against the wall said. You nodded against his chest, an affirmation to anyone watching. You knew you didn't want to meet anyone's eyes right now.

You'd assumed the person inquiring about you had left or turned away because the hand on your head slid down to your ass. Despite wearing a skirt, fishnets, and swimsuit bottoms, the grip his hand had on your ass was definitely enough to bruise. He forced you down on his knee. You could feel the bottoms you wore wetting his skin.

You pushed at the man's chest weakly, not strong enough to remove him, but more like an attempt at showing him you didn't want this.

The hand on your ass moved, making you think for a moment that this was all over as his knee also slid out from between your legs. You sighed, attempting to move back but you were just pushed more into the wall.

Instead of looking up to meat the eyes of the man groping you, you glanced around again. No one was looking in your direction, but plenty of people were around you.

Your moment of reprieve was short lived as his hands switched places. The hand by your shoulder dropping to your hip while the other moved up next to your head against the wall. The angle and position change, though slight, now cornered you even more.

The hand on your hip slid down, rubbing circles into your fishnet-clad thighs. His fingers traced the hem of your skirt before slipping up under the thin material and moving toward your soaked pussy.

Your hand again shot up to cover your mouth as the thick fingers slipped your bottoms to the side and slid in through the holes in your fishnets to caress your folds gently. His finger circling your clit gently before pinching at the sensitive bud.

Choking on a moan, you again coughed, burying you head in his chest and clutching the bicep near your head. You were glad you'd braced yourself as you felt his finger slip down and stroke at your tight hole. Swirling around your juices a little before it began pressing into you, it was an easy fit considering how wet you were.

With how easy the first on slid in, he quickly added another alongside it and you felt yourself stretch on the thick digits. He wasn't thrusting much, but crooking his fingers to rub against the spongy spot inside of you. You felt your legs quiver, the pleasure too much. You bit hard into the meat of your palm to keep the noises inside.

"Such a slut, going to squirt on a stranger's hand are you?" he whispered into your ear before resting his chin on top of your head. The height difference and his ability to fully engulf you while still having his fingers buried inside of you turned you on even more than his words.

The train hit another bump, forcing his fingers deeper into your pussy. You felt tears prick your eyes at the overwhelming feeling. Being stretched open in front of a crowd by a sexy stranger. And he was right, you were close to climax already. It's as if he knew exactly where to touch you.

You felt his thumb swirl around your clit as the two other fingers sharply thrust up into your pussy. The added pleasure made your legs almost give out, you were thankful for his large frame hiding your trembling body.

You could feel your pussy clenching around his fingers. So close to climax.

The thought of your sweet Suguru waiting for you entered your mind, at the same time his thumb pressed harshly into your clit as his fingers sped up.

Turning your head, you bit into the stranger's arm to keep quiet. You felt more than heard him groan. You were too distracted by the cum gushing into his hand as you finally finished to care. The hot wet feeling of orgasm flooding your whole body as you squeezed his hand between your legs.

He rubbed a few more circles around your sensitive clit before his hand slid out from your bottoms. He was careful not to get any on your skirt, and you were thankful for that. Bringing his hand up between the two of you he pressed his soaked fingers against your lips. You opened your mouth without much resistance and quickly sucked your own release from his fingers.

You felt dizzy, but took your hands off of him to button your shirt back up. He didn't interrupt you at all. Now fully covered, you leaned away from him and against the wall, sighing as you noticed the train slowing again.

That was simultaneously the longest and fastest thirty minutes of your life.

Adjusting your skirt and making sure you were no longer exposed you stepped away from the stranger as the train fully stopped. You felt him turn behind you, following. But you paid him no mind.

Stepping outside the train car and walking a few steps away you stood, waiting.

An arm wrapped itself around your shoulder, before you could look up you felt a kiss pressed into the crown of your head followed by a hat being placed on you.

Turning to look you saw your sweet boyfriend, Suguru Geto, reading glasses perched on his nose and a black face mask dangling from his ear. You leaned into his large, sturdy frame. Face rubbing against the thin material of his tropical print shirt.

"Hopefully the ride was to your liking, sweetheart. We have a long day at the beach ahead of us!" he winked at you before whisking you off the platform and out into the sun.

[lunaticsandidiots]

your nsfw headcanon’s are bloody brilliant!! i was wondering if you could do it with chris?

thank you babes!!! and it would by my pleasure 😈

NSFW Chris Headcanons…

(afab gn!reader) (nsfw 18+)

i know i already said it for economos but… we have to address it… size kink.

i mean fucking look at him, chris’ biceps are the size of god damned watermelons.

chris would adore wrapping his huge arms around you and pounding into you like his own personal sex toy.

and if you were on top, it’d be like you were sitting on top of a god damned life raft. chris would love watching you above him, holding yourself up with your hands splayed across his chiselled abs, groping away at his pecs.

chris would totally get impatient towards the end though, unable to stop himself from holding you in a vice grip and once again fucking you into next week from underneath you.

speaking of which, i feel like chris would be 100% more rough than he is kinky. not to say he wouldn’t have his kinks, but i think pushing and shoving and manhandling and choking and slapping and spitting if you were down with it would be a lot more common.

god if you were down with it you’d have to be careful not to get your brains fucked out for good; chris would love nothing more than watching you babbling and mewling, so cockdrunk you can no longer talk, with your eyes rolled into the back of your head and his cock almost brushing your god-damned innards.

chris would also 100% love a softer, more tender fuck as well. he’s a total softie deep down and would simply melt at the concept of getting all touchy-feely and romantic with somebody he trusts.

it would still be super intense though, chris’ wandering hands and hungry mouth would still leave marks that last for days, and you’d still wind up a blubbering, stuttering mess collapsed in a heap with him by the end.

but it would be because he took his sweet time with you. there wouldn’t be a notable amount of edging or overstimulation, but chris wouldn’t even think about fucking you until you were brought to tears with his mouth alone.

speaking of tears, i feel like the more romantic, soft lovemaking (feels more fitting than ‘fucking’ in this context) may bring chris to tears.

not necessarily in a mood-breaking, stressful way, but in a way where its the both of you with your bodies pressed painfully close together and you’re both so close to tumbling over the edge,

and maybe chris is curled around you from behind, or maybe his head is tucked into the crook of your neck where he’s whispering praise after praise in between sweet, desperate kisses,

and maybe your hands are sifting through his messy, sweaty hair, or maybe they’re holding you steady by wrapping themselves around his strong shoulders,

and all the two of you can babble out between you is a string of broken ‘i love you’s in between gasps and cries, and chris looks up to tell you he can’t last any longer and you’re planning to do the same,

and the second his eyes meet yours the both of you just break, and theres a flood of tears to usher forth your synchronised undoings as the both of you are left howling and writhing and rutting and grunting and just so completely overtaken by the sheer amount of love in the room.

chris is totally the kind of guy that wants to talk and debrief and just hang out afterwards as well. sometimes with a joint passed between the two of you, sometimes with your head resting on one of his hard (but still pillowy) pecs, sometimes with his head resting on your chest,

but chris would just want to talk to you about anything and everything, whether he’s informing you that the way you clenched around him made him see stars, or asking you what your favourite album of all time is,

he’d just be absolutely reeling from the connection with you, never wanting to fall asleep in fear of missing out on a single second of it.

[absinthe-and-tea]

Hii, you wrote slashers and s/o with big boobs, but what about the opposite? S/o with small boobs who is insecure about that and feels less like a woman?

Btw I love your writing and your headcanons. They make my day ♥

I myself have pretty tiny boobs soooo- also I got this request twice kinda so I hope you guys dont mind me putting them into one ❤ Also super happy you like my stuff!!

P.S. I got half way through this and had to start over cause Tumblr deleted my progress 🙃

Slasher HCs || S/O W/ Small Breasts

Warnings: N//SFW

Jason Voorhees

He loves you no matter what. Honestly he loves how small they are. They easily fit in his hands, making it easier to touch all of you in a shorter amount of time.

If he sees you're down about them, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and pick you up gently. He'll then proceed to cover them in kisses.

He can't speak so he often uses his hands or mouth to praise them in other ways.

Loves running his thumb over your nipple to watch the small bud harden from his touch.

When you're intimate with him he makes sure to give them lots of attention. He prefers using his hands, loving how soft they are.

He's always loved them so he'll always continue to touch them and whatnot.

Michael Myers

He's fairly indifferent about them. He prefers was anyways.

Doesn't really compliment them or pay much attention to them the first time you two are intimate.

He doesn't notice how you feel for a while but when he finds you criticizing them though, it's fair game.

Will start coming up behind you, running his hands up your sides and to your breasts to engulf them in his large hands and gently squeeze.

He loves messing with them, that includes lightly pinching them. But he loves using his mouth on the more. Beware, he will nip and bite just hard enough to get a reaction from you.

Even after he's convinced you they are perfect, he'll continue touching them abd whatnot cause he'll have realized how much he likes them on you.

Brahms Heelshire

He's a manchild. And it shows. He definitely prefers bigger but he's alright with small breasts too.

100% has an oral fixation. Meaning he'll suck on them a lot. Whether he's partially laying on your lap or if you're on his lap stradling him, he's gonna have his mouth on them.

He'll say something about wishing they were bigger, not thinking about how it would make you feel.

If you start wearing sweaters more often or staring into mirrors longer, silently judging yourself, he'll start to take notice.

He'll start to grope them more and give them more attention while whispering how much he loves them.

He's an ass sometimes. But he loves you and your body. He'll make sure you know it too.

The Other

He's not home often and when he is, he spends a lot of time with his daughter but the moment its just you two, he's immediately walking towards you like a predator stalking it's prey.

He doesn't care about your boob size at all or if you have a nice ads. He just loves you.

When you cuddle, he'll always have a hand under your shirt. Either resting on your tummy or one of your breasts. Usually the latter.

If he sees how much you resent them, he'll show his love for them and your vidy in general by getting you lingerie.

The moment he sees you in it, you're getting thrown on the bed and getting the best night of your life.

Prepare to always be worshipped.

Vincent Sinclair

He loves them. No matter what, you are his muse. His inspiration.

He loves putting his hands on your sides and gently running his thumbs underneath them, against your ribs. Almost like he's sculpting a masterpiece.

He adores that they are small because he can pull your body even closer to his. He loves feeling all of you.

He prefers using his hands on them but he will gladly suckle on them as well. He's a bit shy though so you'll have to tell him you want it.

Absolutely hates that you feel badly about habing small boobs. So, he'll make countless sculptures, paintings, and drawings of you. He'll have so many things of just you that it feels as though he knows your body better than yourself.

Bo Sinclair

Another ass man but a nice set tits is great too. And that includes yours.

He enjoys them. How soft they are especially. His hands are very rough from doing mechanic work on the side so he enjoys the difference in softness.

If you say anything bad about them or judge them, he'll sit you on his lap and suckle them until you're writhing on top of him from sensitivity.

Not afraid to grope you in front of others or slide his hand under your shirt. Your his and he'll make that known real quick.

Loves to leave bitemarks and bruises on them to show you how much he likes them and how much he fully claims them and you.

Lester Sinclair

He likes boobs in general. Small or not. He just really likes the soft mounds.

Loves the feeling of your soft, squishy flesh under his hands and your hardened nipple brushing against his palm.

Gets super wide-eyed and excited if you wear lingerie that lets your breasts hang out. He'll sit there in awe until you get on his lap.

The moment you're on him, he's on you. Licking and nipping them softly, his hands gently groping and squeezing.

His heaven is either his head between your legs or against your breasts so expect him in either place at least once a night.

Solomon Goode

He worships every bit of you. You are his love after all and he would do anything to make you happy.

He enjoys the fact he can hold you close to his chest without large breasts in the way.

Enjoys teasing you every so often when in passing or not busy with work around the house or garden.

Seeing you topless makes his throat go dry and he begins hesitantly walking to you. You'll have to give him the okay to touch you but once you do, his mouth is attached to one of your nipples. His hand moving to rub the other.

He loves your softness and the smell of flowers that seems to surround you without your knowing. Being so close to you and tasting you is intoxicating to him.

Will always compliment them when he gets a good view. He'll never let you feel down about yourself. And if someone does something to make you feel that way, oops. Where'd they go?

Harry Warden

He's so happy anytime he can touch them. For a while though he won't take his gloves off, afraid you'll find him repulsive.

Though once he does and he feels the soft flesh for the first time, he'll never want to let go.

He loves the small mounds almost as much as he hates Valentine's Day. Between the softness of your flesh and the way your nipples harden at his touch, he's completely addicted to them.

Enjoys covering them in kisses while he praises you and compliments you. You're his precious lover after all.

Expect him to compliment them every time he sees you once he realizes you think they aren't perfect. They are gorgeous. Just like you.

Bubba Sawyer

Absolutely loves them. He couldn't even mildly dislike anything about you. You're perfect in his eyes. He'll even make you sundresses that show them off perfectly.

Though be careful when wearing said sundress because he'll get distracted by you really quick, causing him to forget about his work.

When laying in bed he'll always have a hand on one of your breasts subconsciously. Not even on purpose most times, he just wants to hold you.

Definitely another with an oral fixation. He enjoys gently playing with your hardened nipples with his tongue when in a more intimate moment.

Won't publicly do anything like groping because he's a good boy but will attempt to compliment you. You'll know what he's trying to say when he does.

Thomas Hewitt

Very handsy with you once your relationship starts to take off. Your breasts being something that fascinates him despite the size.

When you two are cuddled up in bed he will lightly run his fingertips over them to watch the goosebumps form and your nipples harden.

His favorite thing to do is grab your sides and use his thumbs to rub the little nubs. His eyes will wonder from your breasts to your face, wanting to catch the faces you make.

After a while he'll attach his mouth to one, his eyes never leaving your face. He adores how much pleasure he can give you from something so small.

His opinion when you bring up how you feel about them is "Good things come in small packages."

Eddie Gluskin

Well you already have a one up on his exes. They didn't even have anything at all. Barely even mosquito bites.

He'll run his fingertips over the mounds, lightly pressing down to see the small squish it makes.

You're his perfect bride. His Darling. So different from the whores he was with before. Your body is something else to him.

The mounds may be small but boy does he praise them and cover them in affection.

If you ask, he'd be happy to add an modifications to your wedding dress to make you feel better about them.

Though he'll need to do a lot of... Researching... To make sure he gets the measurements right.

[hyunjilicious]

A/n: I'm low-key terrified because I never wrote anything like this before... 🥺 so I hope it doesn't suck? Thanks for the request @hommoturttle I hope its ok!

Summary: just sex. And breeding kink. SMUT 1.6K

Warnings: smut, some dirty talk, the tiniest bit of degradation, breeding kink obvi and some possessive Bucky. 18+ please!! (also idk about you but this gif does ✨things✨ to me - like.. Mr Barnes, stick whatever you want wherever you wantksksksk ok I'm done 🥲)

It would happen after a mission that you went on without him. No matter how used he is to going away and putting himself in danger, his brain refuses to accept that that's your job too. He gets crazy worried, sweats through most of the nights that you're not there to sleep on his chest, snaps at everyone that tells him to calm down, and counts the days until you're back. He's usually able to stand the distance, but not in these scenarios. He always ends up missing you like you've been gone for months, but the way the night you're back unfolds, makes up for everything.

No amount of cuddling, sweet nothings or showers together could possibly make up for the time away like the frantic rounds of sex you always go through as soon as you get back do. And it's always the same, he's on top of you, hovering above your body as his eyes never leave your frame. He wants to see every detail, every inch of your face, every feature that he loves so much. 

It starts crazy and it ends even more so. Foreplay is long forgotten, everything you get is him throwing you on the bed and ripping every piece of clothing that stands in his way. And it's more than enough, the pure need and hunger in his manic blue eyes, has the power to drive you insane in record time.

You're a squirming, wet and needy mess by the time he has you naked on his bed, hands clawing up to him. "Come on, Bucky, I need you"

And it drives him up the walls too. He hates the belt that slows him down, and his shirts never make it out intact. 

Biting down hard on his lower lip as his need gets the best of him, Bucky's breathing passes the threshold of obscene, his buffed chest heaving as he can't help himself.

"Come here, doll" he finally rasps, his voice low and grave as his jeans fall to the floor.

In a moment, he's on top of you, his legs lodged in between yours. Every touch is amplified by the wait and the feeling of his rough hands on your waist is mind-blowing. You squirm under his touch, trying to wiggle your way closer to him.

"Missed me too, huh?" Bucky grins proudly, gently but sternly grabbing your chin. His thumb rubs along your jawline, his teeth showing as he can't hide his enthusiasm.

"Yes-" you breathe out, melting under his touch. "Missed you so much, Buck."

"Need me?" he keeps teasing, lowering himself so that his lips reach the side of your neck. At first, it's his hot breath that you allow yourself to get drunk on, but when his teeth lewdly sink into your skin, you yelp, your thighs involuntarily closing around his hips.

And you can tell he takes pride in the responses he gets from you. You're sure he feels the goosebumps up your arms, or the way your rib cage shakes with every breath you take. But he keeps going, his greedy hands exploring your naked body, taking your breasts into his palms as he keeps on sucking claim marks into your neck.

"Fuck, Bucky-" you moan, back arching. His lips and his fingers are already too much for you to take, but when the tip of his cock brushes against your thigh, you're all but done. 

"Tell me you need me, doll" he hums, pushing himself up on his left arm. The mattress dips under the weight of his metal hand, and as you look between your bodies, your eyes land on the way he's eagerly fisting his cock in his right hand. You're caged in his hold, and it's the only thing you want.

"You're all I need, Bucky" you cry, your hands softly roaming up his chest. His hair had fallen around his face, framing his features and offering them the required amount of shadow needed to accentuate his carnal desire. Bottom lip wet and lodged between his teeth, he watches you closely, waiting for more.

"Bucky, please-" you continue, uselessly shaking your hips from side to side. "I'm already so wet, I'm such a mess for you sometimes. Just use me, do whatever you want with me, I just need to feel you, Bucky. Deep inside me, please"

He shakes his head in disbelief, hints of bitter laughter escaping his lips. "Such a needy, little thing" he muttered to himself.

With your mind clouded and busy enjoying the build-up, when the tip of his cock connectes to your folds, your eyes snap wide. Your reaction brings a proud grin to Bucky’s lips, but this is just the beginning.

Giving you no time to adjust whatsoever, he slams himself into you, bottoming out as you feel your breath cut short. "Fuck, fuck-" you pant, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself.

"Be good for me, doll, ok?" Bucky groans against your ear. His body is right on top of yours, fully rocking you against the mattress with every deep and powerful thrust of his hips. "You need to take all of me"

You can feel him up into your chest, your pleasure materializing in the form of tears, coating your eyes for just a short second before running down your temples. 

"Buck-" you cry.

"I'm gonna fill you up, baby" he grunts, holding onto your shoulders as he shoves himself deeper. "Deep inside your belly, yeah? Gonna feel me for days"

And you're not that close yet, your brain isn't yet drowning in hormones, so you can think straight, you can form a decent answer - but you refuse to. You just squeeze your eyes shut and grit your teeth, sucking the pleasure his cock forced into your body. Every vein is palpable, your walls closing in around him as if his size isn't already a tad bit more than you'd normally find comfortable. But you love it, he's there, as close as he can get, consuming himself right there with you.

"Fuck-" Bucky grunts, his metal fingers wrapping around the roots of your hair. It's unwashed - a weeks worth of sweat embedded into its fibers but he doesn't care. He only sees you. "I missed you so fucking bad, doll-"

"I'm here, baby-" you coo, your words shaky and barely audible.

You don't know if he heard you, or if he even processed your sentence, he's too caught up.

"You're mine - you're here with me, only mine-" he adds, fervently sucking away at the skin of your neck. "My baby, my angel, mine-" he grunts, emphasising his last word with the help of a ravaging thrust that shakes you to your core.

You cry out, his name burning your throat as you feel him ripping your insides apart.

"Bucky- Buck- I-"

"So sweet-" he cuts you off, moving his head to the other side of your neck. "And only fucking mine. Say it-" he demands.

"I'm-" you gasp, "I'm yours, only yours"

"All mine"

You faintly nod along, vision blurry as you start to lose yourself.

"Say it!" Bucky adds.

"I'm all yours"

"Say it again"

"I'm... all- all yours, Bucky" you manage to mutter before a pleasure filled whine erupts from your throat. "I'm getting close… Bucky, I can't-"

"Easy now-" he moans, slowing down his pace. He comes face to face with you, his damp lips sloppily pressing against yours. He's still balls deep inside your cunt, making the gentle movement of his hips almost unbearable.

Eventually, he slowly tilts your head to the side, burying his face into your hair as he whispers against your ear, "I'm gonna pump you full, yeah? Gonna fill this sweet cunt with my cum, and you, like the good little slut you are, are not gonna let any of it go waste, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Gonna use that pretty cunt of yours to milk my cock dry, yeah?"

You whimper and nodd, frantically trying to get him to pick up his pace. But he isn't having it. When he finally pulls out at that agonisingly slow pace, he captures your lips into another kiss as he slams himself back in.

"Come on, Bucky, fill me up" you cried, involuntarily pulling breaking the kiss, "I wanna feel you inside me"

"Oh, you're gonna feel me inside you alright" he taunted, repeating his movements and pulling all the way out before forcing himself all the way back in. "A little bit of me inside you-" he growls and thrusts again, deeper and harder, "Growing inside you-"

"Holy- fuck!" you screamed, throwing your head back.

"Mine forever, doll-" Bucky grunts, both of you dangerously close the edge, "Yeah?"

"Mhm-" you hum, whiny and all teary eyed with your lips gathered between your teeth.

And then you're all but done - legs tightly wrapped around his middle - every muscle of your body clenching uncontrollably as a spiral of pleasure engulfs your body. And Bucky isn't far behind, your name being the only thing on his lips as he shoots his load deep inside your pussy - careless and irregular, a few last thrusts until he crashes down on top of you.

Although out of breath, as the last waves of your orgasm propagate along your body, you still cling to him. Bucky's face is hidden against your shoulder as he struggles to come down from his high, none of you willing to move even an inch.

"I'm never pulling out" he jokes, and it takes all the energy you have left inside your body to chuckle along.

"Wouldn't ask you to" you laugh, "But you're crushing me so-"

With a grunt, but still with impeccable ease, Bucky wraps his arms around your middle and spins the two of you around, until he's laying on his back with you against his chest. 

"There-" he shrugs placing a kiss on the top of your head, "Problem solved"

[moemammon]

could i please request the obey me ! boyfies with an s/o who is like & chubby ? they get insecure about it (like being tall + chubby) and really are body-insecure to the point it’s like super frustrating too bc they want to express themselves through their outfits but absolutely hate clothes shopping and will break down bc of the amount of people, the clothing sizes, and being upset after trying things on... thank you so much!!

The Demon Bros react to a Body-Insecure GN!MC

(Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. This is something we hear all the time to the point that it almost feels dry and cliche. But! Just know that there's NOTHING wrong with the way you look, despite all the media we see centered around the world's idea of beauty. Beauty is subjective, and not eternal. Just be you. The best 'you' you can be!)

Lucifer

Do you REALLY think an age old demon would see anything wrong with what you look like? He's constantly surrounded by beauty, anyway, in the form of demons and angels alike

Besides, Luci isn't shallow enough to base his affections for you purely on how you look, so you don't even have to question that.

But he does recognize that you don't see yourself in the same like as he does, and he's so, so patient with you. After all, he can't have the love of his life doubting their self worth. The Avatar of Pride won't be having that.

Lucifer takes the time to tell you, everyday, what you mean to him. In the quiet moments when you two are alone, he'll guide your gaze to meet his own, and starts going down the list of the things that make you beautiful.

"To think you'd be self conscious about something like this.... Do you think I'd settle for anything less than perfection? Let me remind you again why I love every inch of you, MC."

Mammon

Taking up modeling gigs means Mammon's seen just about every body type under the sun, so do you seriously think he's that worried about the way you look?

He's a little slow to read the room, so it takes him a while to realize that you're self conscious. But when he tries taking you clothes shopping one day, and sees you're on the verge of tears after trying on two outfits, he gets the clue.

NOW he's being extra as hell in showing you how much he likes you. You start waking up to texts telling you how beautiful you are (with the obligatory threat that you'd better not show his brothers), he keeps putting his arm around you in public, and when he can muster up the courage, he'll even tell you in person how good you look in the outfit you're wearing.

He even starts sending you links to websites he visits to buy clothes. There's some good ones that have a wide range of customization options, and a pretty diverse size chart! It's not so bad if it's online, right?

"Anyone who's worthy of being around THE Great Mammon is worth a million grimm, understand? I don't really get all the fuss about yer body, but... I think ya look fine the way ya are. So smile a little more, alright?"

Levi

Levi can relate when it comes to body insecurities. He's a layabout, and the only exercise he gets is when he's forced to get it. He doesn't think he's much of a looker compared to his brothers, either.

So when you tell him how you feel about the way you look, he gathers up every ounce of otaku™️ strength to tell you that there's nothing wrong with your height, or weight.

He DEFINITELY values personality over looks, and even then it's not like he finds you unattractive. Seriously, he doesn't get your worries at all. Are you sure you can see properly..? They say staring at screens too long can mess up your eyesight, so maybe he should stop forcing you to watch so much tv with him?

And guess what? Levi can sew. Go ahead and bring him the clothes you wanna wear, and he'll get em fixed up for you! Or if you want something custom made, he's got you! Leave it to the master weeb and his endless cosplay knowledge! ✨

"L-Like in anime! It's boring to see the same body types all the time and it's nice when they change it up, s-so....Uh.... Anyway, I like everything about you, okay?! Your body is fine the way it is!"

Satan

According to his nerd calculations, you have no reason to be insecure.

Jokes aside, Satan listens to your concerns and handles them gently. No two people look alike and the world is full of different body types, so who's to decide what is and isn't beautiful?

As he sees it, you're healthy and happy, and isn't that all that matters? He can't take away your anxieties about shopping, but he CAN help you find things you would like to try out. He's pretty sure he has a book that teaches a spell for altering clothes in an instant....

Satan tends to think on the logical side of things, so you can trust that he isn't just saying nice things to spare your feelings. He means every word when he tells you how perfect you are in his eyes.

"Of the billions of people on earth, do you really think anyone can say what 'beauty' is? MC, you're perfect the way you are. Should I write a book about all the wonderful things I love about you?"

Asmo

If there's anyone who can appreciate all body types, it's Asmo. What can you expect from the Avatar of Lust, who's seen all there is to see? If anything, there's more for him to love~!

And his affection for your body isn't even entirely sexual. It's all about aesthetics! He loves every dip and curve of yours, from head to toe!

He knows you find it difficult to find clothes that suit you, so he's started having your clothes tailored. You're a little confused when he randomly starts taking your measurements one day-

Later, he returns to you with all those outfits you kept staring at a little too long, all tailored to your body type. Asmo has CONNECTIONS, baby. He's gonna make sure you find everything you could possibly want. He knows how crucial it is to express yourself through what you wear!

"Didn't I tell you you'd look great in that? I'm never wrong when it comes to fashion! And MC darling, you look as stunning as always! Ooh, I just love the way this accentuates your body~!"

Beel

Beel only has food on the brain, so he's the least likely to care for appearances. He loves you for your heart, because that's what matters the most to him. And when you're happy, he's happy!

He loves the look on your face when you smile at yourself in the mirror, and he wants to see that more often. So when you express your insecurities about your body, Beel has a plan of action in mind.

He hoists you up and settles you onto his bed, first grabbing your thighs, your hips, your torso, your arms, and ends all the touching by cupping your cheeks. His hands are warm with affection, and you could already feel yourself melting into his touch.

He looks you in the eye with that deadpan expression of his, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, and a potato chip to your lips.

"No matter how you look or what you wear, you're still the same MC that I love. Every part of you is just fine, so why do you worry so much about it? I'll remind you over and over if I have to."

Belphie

Um??? That means he has more to hold?? when you guys cuddle?? You're warm, you smell nice, and he loves you. Literally where is the downside to any of that???

Belphie takes your worries with a grain of salt, but he knows how insecure you are so he doesn't brush them off. He DOES however tell you that you're worrying yourself to death.

Also, do you really think a man that sleeps all the time is going to have washboard abs? Belphie definitely has a little chub here and there under those baggy ass clothes of his.

Speaking of clothes, he thinks you should just wear whatever makes you comfortable. You're wearing those clothes for yourself, aren't you? So just wear what you like.

"There you go again, talking badly about yourself. Geez.... I guess I'll just have to hold you in my arms until you realize how silly you're being. Come here."

[abibliophobiaa]

Ok so I have this request with Tobey’s! Peter if that’s okay with you:

being lab partners for a big project at school and reader is a disaster at chemistry so Peter tries to explain the concepts since reader didn’t understand the first time and they are both secretly losing their minds because they don’t want to mess something as important as this in front of their crush.

thank you

so this was way delayed. but here is 1.6k words of a fumbling reader and peter.

FORMULA 🧪 —

tobey!peter x reader

Chemistry was never your best subject. And by that…it’s really more so your worst subject. So many equations and rules and words which might as well be another language to you. You were really only taking the class to fulfill a prerequisite requirement for your program, but it seemed the world was hell-bent on making you suffer for your degree.

Fortunately you were paired up with Peter Parker for your midterm lab project.

Unfortunately, you have had a major crush on him since you tripped over the leg of a lab stool and he’d managed to catch you as you fell.

It was all dramatic and everything. A quick yelp, followed by a tumble, right into the cradle of—surprisingly—muscular arms, and an even firmer chest. There had been a brief moment where the both of you stared at each other and it felt like the room stopped spinning around you. That is, before your professor cleared his throat and urged the two of you to return to your seats.

There’d been fleeting moments of interaction since then. An accidental brush of fingers when reaching for a pen. The passing comments when you managed to bump into him at the library. The frantic way in which you two always waited until the line was just a little too long at the campus coffee shop and stumbled into class a few minutes late with no explanation other than that coffee was a necessity.

Frankly, you hadn’t wanted him to be your lab partner. It was easy to keep to yourself how badly you were struggling with the subject; you could hide away your tests as soon as they hit your desk. However, Peter would definitely know just how poor you were with chemistry as soon as you began. So you spent countless hours trying to prepare for the project at hand.

Did it help? You weren’t sure. But you believed the headache you sustained from staying up all hours of the night meant you retained something at least. this idea proves moot, however, when you walk into the classroom on the day of the midterm and find your body throws everything you tried to take in out the window.

Your palms began to sweat. The drops forming on your forehead. You watched videos on what each of the glass containers littering the tables were, but all of the names blurred together in your mind now. There were thin tubes, wider ones, rounded ones at the bottom. Oh my gosh, I’m going to fail, you thought to yourself, making your way to your seat so as to not look like a complete imbecile in front of the brunette waiting for you at your table.

Where you looked like a baby doe trying to find their feet, Peter seemed like he belonged in this sort of environment. It didn’t even matter the goggles on his face were a size too big; he seemed like a natural. You, however, brought a set of goggles to your own eyes with trembling hands and cleared your throat.

“Nervous?” Peter asked.

You exhaled slowly. Trying to hide the fact you were moments from panicking. “Oh yeah. Been studying for days.”

Really, it had been hours. But what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt. No amount of time would have prepared you for this class. No one had warned you of the horrors of college chemistry. Seemed like something to not be kept to one’s self.

“We have an hour to do this, so maybe we should get to it?” Peter muttered, glancing over to you uneasily. “You want to start?”

“Oh—uh, sure. Right. Okay…first step is to, uh, put this liquid in that tube,” you said, watching Peter as his eyebrows knitted high on his forehead. “Right? Blue liquid into the…green one. Or was it the yellow…?”

You tried to imagine the people in the video you’d watched. What had they done? These were the same liquids, right? Unless you were missing a step? You brought to remembrance a student garbed in a lab coat combining two of the liquids before you and glanced down at the notes your professor left, before reigning in your confidence and combining the two.

When nothing exploded, you took it as a win and exhaled a sigh of relief. Peter regarded you carefully, before running his eyes along toward the next step. While you had struggled to make a decision, Peter added another substance to the vial and leaned back in his stool, gesturing for you to make the next movement. This, however, was where things got dicey. What step came next? The girl in the video had done what again?

Uncertain fingers reached out to grip the next substance. And that’s when it happened: Peter whipped out with a swift hand and curled his fingers tight around the top of the vial. Glanced down at your widened eyes and hastily placed it back on the counter top. You felt your palms heat up, shifted uncomfortably on the spot.

“That would have been bad,” he said, and you bit your lip. Because would it have? At your pinched brows, he continued, “could have started a negative reaction.”

“Oh. Well—uh, totally mixed up the two. Honest mistake.” You glanced away then, watching as Peter resumed his work in silence. Glanced every so often your way.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. Feeling so absolutely stupid for doing that. You’d wanted to impress him not blow him up. Failure churned in your gut, tempered only by the constant clinking from Peter as he continued with the exam without you. If he wanted your help, he said nothing; you only wondered if he could sense the embarrassment seeping off of you. Hated if he was judging you now.

The time eventually ran out and you immediately scrambled to collect your things, wanting to be as far from this classroom as possible. Peter called your name as you chuck your back up over your shoulder and make your way toward the door. Called once more as you darted down the hallway. You’re practically sprinting, when a hand curled around your wrist and tugged you into an emptied side hallway, your body resting against a brick wall.

“Hey, hey…what was that?”

You shrugged and glanced up at the man. At those eyes you found yourself drawn to more and more as of late. Noticed how his hand hadn’t left your wrist…how he’d stepped closer. Practically caged you against the wall.

“You’re going to laugh at me,” you said, pouting.

“I wouldn’t.”

You tugged at the sleeve of your sweater. “So…I’m failing chemistry.”

“So that’s what that was back there?” He asked, offering you a soft smile.

You pinched your bottom lip between your teeth. “I studied. I really did. I wanted to impress you. You probably think I’m an idiot.”

“I would never think you’re an idiot,” he said, taking another step closer. “What’s this about trying to impress me?”

You chuckled. “We’ve been bumping into each other more and more lately and, I don’t know? I thought maybe it was for a reason. I thought maybe you were starting to like me, too. So I had this stupid idea that maybe if I was good at your best subject I’d impress you.”

The corner of his lip quirked upward. A hand reached up between you hesitantly, raised just above the side of your cheek. With an unspoken ask, you nod your consent and he pressed his hand there. Thumb trailed near the edge of your lips.

“I’m already impressed by you,” he said quietly. Your cheeks warmed. “And I might have also been trying to bump into you.”

“Really?” You asked, eyes widened.

He nodded. “Ever since you fell right into my arms that day.”

“Peter Parker, that was corny.”

The two of you laughed, bent over in the hall. Your fingers had fisted in his sweater, the material warm beneath your fingertips. With a curious tug, you pulled him closer. Felt your chest pressing into his.

“So the coffee line?” He asked.

You nodded. “I don’t even really like coffee. I just—uh, like you. And since we just left chemistry, can I make a hypothesis?”

He snorted, grinning. “Okay, go ahead.”

“My hypothesis is that you like me, too.”

And then he chuckled again. A hearty sound which made your heart begin fluttering wildly in your chest. “Talk about corny science jokes.”

“Trying to impress you again,” you teased. “Is my hypothesis correct?”

There was a beat, and then that hand is tapping along your bottom lip. “I might need to collect further data. Can I?”

You nodded, anticipating the way his lips suddenly moved closer to your own. How his breath fanned your skin before he swallowed your sigh as they closed over your own. Heat rippled in your body at the first pass of his lips over your own. You reached up to clasp your arms around the back of his neck, standing up on your toes to draw yourself closer still.

He turned his head then and prodded your bottom lip with his tongue, swallowing the gasp which left your parted lips at the new sensation. Kissing Peter felt right, you realized. All those weeks of dancing on a line of curiosity finally settled in an instant.

When he leaned back, you pressed your forehead against his. Feeling like nothing in the world could knock you down from this high. Drowning in the excitement of a new something blossoming between the two of you.

“So, what’s the verdict?” You asked, beaming.

He smiled back. “It’s going to be an ongoing study, though I can definitely say I do like you, too. Do you, uh…want to grab dinner later?”

“Like a date? Two people getting to know each other with food in the mix?”

“Yes. Exactly like a date.”

You leaned up again to kiss him once more.

For scientific purposes, of course.

[leatherednlace]

Jolene

Dean Winchester x Male reader

Tags - Drinking, Tipsy, Sad, Phone calls, Mentions of Sam x Male reader, Revenge, Kissing, Dean Winchester puts the P in A, Riding, Hickies, Dirty talk, Praise, Slow sex, Aftercare

You watch as the man of your dreams, sam winchester fall in love with a women...you out of your mind, angry, upset for him leading you on, you call Dean to take you home...by telling Dean, now’s your chance to get back at sam...

A/N - Thank the “slowed” version of Jolene for this...

Taglist - @flamencodiva @wonder-cole @superfanficnatural @that-one-gay-girl

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You took the last swig of your drink, the glass slightly cold in your hand, but the feeling was so comforting...the numbness.

“Another”

You slurred. Your eyes set on the pair in the far corner, you could already feel your blood boil, stomach turning, mouth twisting in disgusting.

There he was, hands on the strangers hips, moving there bodies to the music, he was heavily intoxicated clearly by the empty sets of glasses on the table they were once sat at.

You sigh...music filling the void, the drink making your head fuzzy with each beat. You continued watching them closely. Sam was never like this with you, his hands never travelled up your back, never wound up in your hair, lips never met yours...

Shaking your head...you had enough, you wanted more, anything.

You heard the regular knock of the glass being placed infront of you, the whiskey sat at the bottom, the brown liquor making your mouth water, you needed it.

You bring the glass to your lips, taking a swig, you feel the burn which was very addictive, your throat already revelling in the contact, but you wanted to go home, to feel those soft blankets wrap around your body keeping you warm.

Sam wasn’t paying any attention to you at all, as if you were invisible, non-existent. You could feel the usual pang in your chest, the hurt, the empty feeling, everytime you thought of him.

One of your hands steadily dove into your left trouser pocket, you pulled it out, as soon as the phone screen turned on, your eyes flicked over the 2 missed calls from Dean...why Dean?

Your eyebrows furrowed, without thinking, presumably letting the alcohol take over, you tap call. A wave of nervousness travelled across your body, hands standing up on your arm, why were you having this reaction?

“Hello?”

The deep, gruff, slightly soothing voice echoed in your ears, you couldn’t help the groan that left your lips, not only was it Dean...but his voice...

“D-Dean...”

He could already tell, a sigh sounded from the speaker, you don’t blame him, you had told him you wouldn’t get drunk, but he can thank Sam for that.

“Are you drunk?”

You nodded, but blurted out a sloppy “y-yeh”. You couldn’t help think why Dean hadn’t hung up yet, but you were glad he hadn’t, nothing ever compared to how...horrible you felt right now...

“You want something?”

You paused, to regain a somewhat “sober” state.

“D-Dean can y-you come p-pick me up...Sammy left me alone f-for some woman.”

You awaited an answer, clearly he was annoyed, not at you, but at his brother. He felt kind of sorry for you, Sam had been leading you on for all these months...it’s not right...he would treat you so much better.

“Hold on...”

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Silence.

The silence was like a heavy weight, both you and Dean keeping your eyes on the road. You tried mustering up some kind of plan to forget about Sam and what he was doing...what his deal was with kissing that woman.

But you couldn’t, every touch, every kiss, they were like memories imprinted into the back of your head, everytime you closed your eyes, you saw the way Sam was with her...he was never like that with you.

You could feel the tears brim at your bottom lids. You could feel anger course it’s way through your veins, taking over your body.

“What Sam did...” Dean paused, correcting himself “is doing...it’s not right, it’s not fair” Dean kept his eyes on the road, glancing back at you and forth to see if you were okay.

“It isn’t...D-Dean nothing’s fair...not in this life, we are hunters, we hel-“

You were cut off by Dean pulling off the road into a lay by, he couldn’t handle seeing you like this, the guilt he saw in your eyes every time he looked at you, Sam has broken you.

Parking the car he switched the engine off, twisting the keys and sliding them into his pocket. Placing a warm, comforting hand on your thigh he shook his head.

“Listen...I can’t control my brother or his actions, what he did tonight shouldn’t really be any of my concern but I can’t bare to see you like...”

His voice had you shivering, it was a comfort at this point, deep, quiet, much like a whisper but loud enough to not be. You looked to his hand rubbing up and down your thigh, smiling weakly to yourself.

You look up into his green orbs, everything stilled as if time itself switched off, if only for mere seconds. “It’s nice to know i have someone fighting in my corner...”

Your words were rather breathy, both of you close...too close to be friends. Dean’s hand squeezed your thigh, his eyes asking if this was okay...there was a slight pause as you watch Dean closely, hungry tongue lapping over his dry bottom lip.

“I-Is this okay?”

Removing his slightly warm hand from your thigh, he brought it up to cusp your cheek, pulling your face towards his own, nothing could prepare you for the way his lips crashed against your own, this wasn’t needy...this was want.

This kiss was wet, deep, everything you had dreamed of...with Sam. But what was this feeling? Butterflies? Maybe...Maybe Dean was the problem solver here, What if it was Dean all along?

Dean sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, slightly tugging on it. A whimper escapes you as Dean took charge, his tongue sliding against yours in a fight for dominance, clearly he’s won.

Soft grunts left his lips at the sounds of your whimpers, they sounded oh so heavenly. You move closer wanting to feel more, his hands pulling you into his lap. You were now situated on his lap, knees at either side of Dean’s thighs, his tongue still in your mouth.

He pulled away, eye’s now getting a good look of you, your features. “God your more beautiful then I remember”. Dean already managed to make you feel good with just words…you wonder how else he could do that.

You feel yourself blush underneath the street light, Dean chuckled deeply, clothed cock brushing against your ass. “D-Dean please make me f-feel good” you moan sloppily, hoping he would take charge of the situation and make you forget.

His hands pushed down your rather loose bottoms past your hips, your bare ass on show. You hiss at the cold air now surrounding you, hands clinging onto his shoulders as he manoeuvres your trousers and boxers.

Your cock sprung free and rested against his clothed stomach. Dean smirked knowing it was him doing this to you, making you hard under his touch.

“I’ve always wanted to make you feel good…fuck” he groans into your ear, his deep gruff voice forcing a shiver out of you. Your hands wonder down to his belt, unlooping it from it’s confines, finding it easier to unzip his trousers.

He buries his face between the crook of your neck, hiding away as he nibbles on the soft skin. One of your hands dive into his now open trousers, grazing the plump hard on he was sporting.

You pull him out, now feeling the heavy weight of it in your hands. Dean moans at the slight friction your hand gives his aching member…god he was a mess.

“I-I need to feel y-you”

You place his aching tip at your wanting entrance, plunging into you.

The low rumbling moans that leave his lips make you clench around him, squeezing him tighter, “oh my God.” Dean can’t even find the words. 

You whimper in pain, the feeling of his thickness stretching you to accommodate his size.

Chanting your name over and over, whimpering as he sinks further into your warmth, as deep as he can possibly go. He grips onto you for dear life, as if he’d loose you.

His lips circle the shell of your ear, nibbling the soft area, breath fanning against it. “So fucking tight” he groans, using his hands to force your hips up and down, bouncing away in his lap.

Holding each other, you stay connected for a little while, enjoying the moment as Dean continues his harsh thrusts, rocking his hips into your tight heat, whimpers sounded out into the now fogged-up car.

“So much better then Sammy” you groan, this only had Dean slowing his hips, now pointing his aim at your sweet spot. “Love feeling myself deep in you…balls pressed to this ass” he gives it a smack, watching your face twist with pain and pleasure.

“Thought about this for years…’bout plunging my cock deep inside your little boy pussy…”

That’s all it takes for the coil to snap, you cling to Dean, hands squeezing his skin tightly as you scream his name, your cock twitched as you released your load onto his flannel, vision turning white.

“That’s it…squeeze around me, milk m- shit” Dean cums deep within you, load after load filling you making sure you knew who you belonged too. His eyes closed tightly…you could hear him pant, hardly able to catch his own breath.

He chuckles, half blissed. His eyes watched you closely, one of his hands coming up to cup your left cheek, taking in your features.

“How was it…” he mutters.

Your too fucked out and slightly tipsy to even open your mouth, instead you kiss him to show how much this actually means to you. Dean held you against his chest, kissing back with the same amount of passion.

Sammy was now a distant thought, everywhere you looked there was Dean…this felt right.

[animensfw-smut]

Hey honey so I’m a horrible person so can you do one where Deku Todoroki and Bakugo and drilling the shit out of me and someone else is there and it’s supposed to be a 5Some but Deku Todoroki and Bakugo keeps turning all of their attention on me and the extra person feels really left out. Can the extra person be anyone but Mina, because I love her so much. You do not have to do this this makes you uncomfortable I am so sorry 😐😩

You're fine! But I'll have to change the plot slightly since I don't do other female characters in my fanfics so I hope you don't mind. I chose denki to be the 5th person! “Pikachu, i choose you!” Lololol I’ve barely watched Pokemon so don’t come for me for getting it wrong 🤣😂

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, fivesome, masturbation, oral, double penetration, exhibitionism, voyeurism, spanking, overstimulation.

Note: I actually started writing about Kirishima in the first few paragraphs, and had to change it to Todoroki XD.

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*Second pov*

“Yeah, that’s it baby girl, scream my name~” Bakugo’s husky voice echoed in your ear. You tried to comprehend whether it was really Bakugo, not being able to make sense of anything with Bakugo drilling into you from behind and Shoto laying beneath you, pushing into you from the front. Your mouth wrapped around Deku’s thick cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. Bakugo and Shoto’s groans were in sync as their dicks rubbed against each other each time they entered you. 

Your hands fiddled with Shoto’s chest, teasing and pinching his nipples as you continued to take Deku all the way in your mouth. Your eyes flicked to a certain figure, sat on the bed whose eyes roamed over your figure as you were fucked by Shoto, Bakugo and Deku. Denki’s hands were wrapped around his cock, his thumb rubbing the tip and smearing the precum all over his length. His other hand massaged his balls, groping them and thrusting his hips into his hand harshly. Your eyes made contact with his, the sexual look he gave you making you tighten around Bakugo and Shoto. 

“Shit, you really like him looking at you, don’t you?” Bakugo growled in your ear, his hand making contact with your ass. You jolted forward, your nose pressing against Deku’s pelvis, his balls slapping your chin. Shoto’s hands pressed into your thighs, allowing you to keep your balance. Your fingers had pinched Shoto’s swollen nipples a little too harshly making him let out a low growl. His voice nearly sent you over the edge. 

Deku’s hands pushed your head to take his length, his hips pushing himself further in your mouth, fucking your face. He let out a breathy moan as he stared at your fucked out expression, your pretty mouth stretched to the max to take him all in. 

“You gonna drink all my cum like a good girl?” You hummed, giving him a lustful expression. His cock continuously glided along your tongue, the heavy weight of it making your jaw ache. Deku’s length throbbed, his fingers at the back of your head allowing him to bury his cock into your throat. The tightening and warmth around his cock sent hot spurts of cum shooting down your throat. Tears sprung to your eyes at the burning sensation, your stomach turning into knots before you released your juices all over Shoto and Bakugo, the tightening of your cunt making Bakugo bite your shoulder to stop himself from cumming on the spot.  The heavy weight of Deku’s cock was gone, his fingers stretching your mouth wide open,

“Such a pretty mouth~ You even drank it all~” Deku gave you a kiss on the forehead, resting his body on the king-sized bed as he continued to watch Shoto and Bakugo fuck you.

Your arms wrapped around Shoto’s neck, your lips plastering hickeys all over his skin, trailing down to his nipples. You took the bud in your mouth, your lips wrapping around it and sucking, drool escaping from your mouth and coating his nipple. 

“Mngh... S-Stop, (y-y/n)... Nn~” His hips thrusted rapidly, his hands pressing your hips to his body as he thrusted.  You didn’t listen, sucking the sensitive skin harder. Shoto let out a loud groan, shivering as his cock seemed to go harder at the nipple teasing. Your tongue left continuous licks against his hardened bud, sending the pleasure straight to his cock. 

“Gonna c-cum...! S-Stop...” Shoto whined, tugging on your hair gently. 

“Just do it, mngh... Fuckin’ icy hot...” Bakugo was struggling to speak with the way you were clamping down on both of them. His tongue licked a stripe up the back of your neck as he groped your breasts from behind, his thumbs pressing against your buds,

“Your tits are so fuckin’ pretty~” His hands squeezed your tits roughly, his hips slamming into your cunt. The sudden violent movements made Shoto cum as Bakugo’s cock rubbed against his. The friction was too much for him, his warmth filling your stomach. Your lips let out a ‘pop’ as you released his nipples, your drool glistening against his chest. Shoto’s face was flushed red as he tried to catch his breath. However, Bakugo wasn’t done yet. He dragged your hips back to meet his thrusts, entering deeper inside you. You let out a strangled moan as Bakugo violently fucked you, dragging his cock along your tight walls. The friction affected Shoto, his cock still buried in your cunt. 

“Ngh... B-Bakugo...! S-Stop...” He was overstimulated at ths point, gripping your thighs to stop his cum from filling you up again. Shoto closed his eyes, biting his lip at the overwhelming sensation. 

“Heh, can’t take it, icy hot?” Bakugo’s chest pressed against your back firmly, his hands pressing against the mattress as he mounted you, pushing his thick cock into you over and over again. The tip even brushing against your cervix as he thrusted harder into your cunt.

“M’cumming, B-Baku--” You were cut off by your own moan as your whole body twitched, your thighs shaking as you released, your cum splashing over Shoto. Shoto couldn’t help but cum again, filling you with another load of his cum, this time, the warmth making Bakugo cum as well, his cock releasing his hot semen into your cervix. 

With shaking legs, you got off Shoto after Bakugo had pulled out of you. The overwhelming amount of cum dripped down your legs and onto the bed as you sat up straight. Denki had been quiet the whole time, observing your expressions and the way your body moved as you were fucked. You leaned back against your hand as your other hand spread your labia apart. It was such a lewd sight with cum dripping out of your hole,

“Denki~” You moaned his name, your fingers dipping into your cunt and messing around with the mixed cum. He gulped, his cock red and throbbing with the need to release. 

“Shit, you’re so beautiful...” He crawled towards you, his eyes glued to your cunt. He stopped right in front of you, admiring the view. Your eyes were glazed over as you placed your hands on his shoulders, your breasts right against his face as the tip of his cock slid into your wripping cunt. The fluid leaked onto his lap as you slowly took him in. Denki was such a perv, it was his dream to bury his face into your breasts and the opportunity appeared before him. He took no time to nuzzle his nose into your breasts, his fingers gripping the flesh with a sense of roughness. You bounced on his cock, your thighs squeezing around his legs each time his cock rubbed against your walls. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, pushing him against your breasts more. The other three were masturbating to the scene, their hands wrapped tightly against their length. Bakugo’s hands occasionally squeezed his length as he pumped his cock to mimick the way your cunt wrapped around his cock. 

“Denki, Denki, Denki~” He sucked on your nipple as if he was a baby trying to get milk from their mother.  His hand was rubbing your breast, squeezing it harshly making you clench around his dick. His hips thrusted up, desperate to make you cum with him and to fill you up like the other three had done. 

“Ah...! Mnnn...!” His fingers sent little sparks to your breasts, and you moaned loudly, his fingers soon occupying your mouth, your drool coating the digits. Your tongue messily moved around his fingers, swirling around them and your lips sucked on them. He groaned, the sensation on his fingers making him imagine lewd stuff, his cock growing impossibly harder. He rolled his hips to meet your bounces, squashing his face against your breasts yet again as thick spurts of his cum shot into your cunt. He didn’t bother warning you, admiring the surprised expression you had, your movements stilling as you came for the umpteenth time. 

After your high, you collapsed against him, your body too tired after being fucked so many times. The sheets were dirty, everything inside your cunt leaking everywhere. The sight was so hot, Bakugo shamelessly took a picture of your cunt, dripping with his cum mixed with the other’s, and made it his home screen wallpaper.

“K-Kacchan...!” Bakugo gave Deku a glare,

“What.”

“N-No, nothing...”

“Bakugo. Send me the picture too.” Shoto’s blunt voice shocked Deku. He didn’t realise Shoto would be this kind of person. 

“No.”

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A/N

As always, i hope you enjoyed this!!!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Laisse tomber les filles 6

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; sexual acts and dubcon (not explicitly tagged for a surprise but nothing extreme).

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: We’re in the lion’s den now, thots.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You lost yourself in your notes for your History of Print class. The subject was dull, not true history, more so the anatomy of the press and the amount of prints issued from year to year. It was much unlike the description for the course but it was too late to change now.

You bent over the coffee table as you scribbled in a notebook. You were distracted enough by your effort to understand the significance of all the numbers that you didn’t think much on the noise of dishes in the kitchen. You sat up and yawned as you rubbed your forehead.

“Hope you’re hungry,” Lee intoned and you winced as you noticed his figure in the doorway.

“Hm, what time is it?” you went to check your watch but realised you’d forgotten it.

“Just after five, honey,” he said, “you been working hard.”

“Oh,” you closed your notebook around your ballpoint pen and stood, “is dinner ready then?”

“It is,” he smiled and raised his arm over his head to lean on the wood, “I even made us a special dessert.”

“Really, um, thank you,” you neared and he shifted sideways to let you through, his elbow still planted on the frame. 

You brushed against him as you entered the dining room, the table set for two and the light overhead turned low as a candle burned below. You went to a chair and Lee pulled it out before you could. You sat and looked over the red cloth and shining utensils anxiously. The roasted chicken steamed next to the French cut beans and seasoned potatoes.

“It smells good,” you offered as he sat across from you.

“I hope it is,” he said, “found an old recipe book in the attic and… not as easy as it looks.”

You picked up your fork and knife and cut into the chicken breast. It was juicy despite his doubts and you popped in a chunk of potato as you kept your mouth busy. You didn’t have much to say and you really just wanted to go. It was peaceful enough not studying in your loud dormitory but not much easier given your company.

“You like it?” he asked as he swallowed a mouthful.

“Mmm, very good,” you said behind your napkin, “thank you.”

📚

You finished up the sugary cake topped with strawberries. You stood carefully as you gathered up the dish and fork but Lee was quick. Despite his size, he was around the side of the table in an instant.

“I got it,” he insisted.

You let him take the saucer and he retrieved his own on his way to the kitchen. You stood tenuously by the table and pulled your lip down with your teeth as you thought. Would it be too soon to ask to go home?

You stood in a trance as his shadow blurred in your vision again and you were only shaken as he approached you. He touched your shoulder, his thumb rubbing the blouse as he gazed down at you. You looked up at him for a second then swiftly away.

“Y’alright, honey?” he asked.

“Just thinking,” you said, “sorry.”

“Don’t needa be,” his hand slipped down your arm and covered yours. 

You winced as he led you around the table and sat blindly in his chair. You gawked at him dumbly as he brought the back of your hand to his mouth and kissed it. He kept you in a vice even as you tried to pull away.

“That was sweet cake but not as sweet as you,” he purred.

“It’s late,” you said weakly, “I should pack up my stuff--”

“It’s Saturday,” he tugged on you, “why you in such a hurry?”

“I’m not, I just… don’t want to impose,” you murmured.

“Nah, you ain’t,” he grinned as he grabbed your other hand, “come here.”

“I dont’... what are you--” you gasped as his hands went to your hips and he pulled you closer as he pushed the chair back, “sir, I--”

“Lee, but sir if you must,” he hummed as he guided you closer, his knee pressing between yours, “just sit with me, honey.”

He urged you down and you caught yourself on his shoulders. You straddled his leg awkwardly as you collapsed onto him and found your skirt riding up around his thick thigh. You gasped softly as he framed your chin with his hand but kept his other firmly on your hip.

“S--Lee,” you sputtered, “please…”

“What, I just wanna be close to ya, talk a little,” he said, “this really is nice on ya.”

He played with the little belt loop on the skirt. Your weight rested heavily on your crotch and a peculiar pressure built as you kept your toes on the floor. You tried to ease off of him as much as you could.

“So you readin’ a new book for this club?” he asked as he dragged his fingertips down your cheek and stared at your lips.

“Well, um… can I please get up?” you asked.

“I asked you a question, honey,” his voice hardened, “you might be a quiet one but I do expect some courtesy.”

“I… just a book called The Bell… Jar,” you began, “it’s different, sad, grim.”

You felt awkward, sat on his thigh like you would a horse, and his eyes following the movement of your lips. His tongue poked out as he nodded and his fingertips poked against the skirt. His other hand crept along the top of your blouse and fluttered behind your neck.

“You like sad stories?” he asked.

“They feel real,” you said as he urged you forward and your neck ached as you tried to resist his strength, “but I like other… ones. L--”

He forced you against him, your hands crushed to his chest as he growled along your lips. He nibbled and moved your pelvis back then guided it back forward. The friction along your panties made you squirm and he flicked his tongue along your lips.

You tried to shake your head but he kept your head still and prodded more urgently. He rocked your hips again and you mumbled into his mouth as you opened yours. His tongue dove inside without hesitation and you dug your nails into his button-up. As your crotch rubbed against his thigh, you felt a flurry in your core unlike anything you’d ever felt.

You pushed your hands up to his shoulders and he hugged you closer. His palm slid across your ass and he stretched his fingers along the plaid fabric. He kneaded you hungrily as he tilted your hips more fervently. Tendrils trickled down your thighs and crawled up your spine. 

You moaned around his tongue as you quivered in his grasp. His strength was inescapable and something about the tickle inside you made it even more difficult. He grabbed your chin again and forced your mouth away from his. He gripped you tightly and made you look at him, his blue eyes fiery but dark.

You closed your eyes and groaned. You bit your lip as you tried to resist the building heat and squeezed his thighs between yours. You slapped his shoulder as your stomach pressed to his and he turned his hand to poke a finger in your mouth.

“Look at me, honey,” he rasped.

You shook your head, or tried to, and he pressed down on your tongue.

“Look at me,” he snarled and your lashes snapped open, “that’s it. This isn’t so bad, is it?”

Your lips closed around his finger as you teared up in a panic. Why did you feel like this? Your mind said you didn’t want it and yet your body felt electric. You were confused and horrified by your own flesh.

“Is it, huh?” he cooed, “look at you, riding me like that… I thought you was sweet, girl.”

You panted and sucked on his finger without thinking as your eyes rolled back. He hummed and moved you fast, pushing down so even more pressure settled between your legs. You latched onto his collar and bit down on his finger. He grunted but kept it there.

“Come on, honey,” he said, “you’re almost there.”

You whined and your legs quaked as you were overcome by waves of heat and then a flood of icy waves. You grabbed his wrist and tore his hand from your mouth as you cried out and threw your head back. You rode him on your own will, chasing the high until it faded.

You stilled at last and covered your face. You shook your head and muttered in shame. He lightly took your wrists and drew your hands down. You couldn’t look at him as you felt the wetness in your underwear.

“Why you hidin’?” he asked in a smoky voice.

“What did you--”

“Did it hurt, honey?” he interjected, “did I hurt you?”

“N… no,” you admitted, “but I don’t know… that’s never… happened to me before.”

“You mean, you never… came before?”

“Came?” you squinted.

“Orgasmed,” his lips twitched, “you never even tried to touch yourself?”

“Please, I don’t wanna say,” you gulped.

“You don’t gotta be ashamed, not with me,” he ran his hand up and down your back, “it was nice, right?”

You dropped your chin and nodded. Your lip trembled but you held back the tears. You were humiliated and helpless.

“Can I get up, please?” you asked.

He inhaled and rubbed your arms, “sure, honey, you go on get up… and get cleaned up.”

You stood unsteadily and reached back to hold yourself up against the table. He chuckled and looked down at his slacks. There was a wet smear along his grey pants but more overtly, his crotch was tented as his arousal pressed against the fabric.

“Look at the mess you made,” he touched the spot with his fingers.

“You made me--”

“You let me, honey,” he said as he stood and adjusted his belt, “you want it. We both heard you.”

“I…” you breathed, “but…”

“You hardly tried to get up,” he rebuked, “I’ma show you so much, honey pie, you just gotta relax.”

You stared at him but when his eyes held yours for too long, you had to look away. You squirmed and fixed your skirt.

“May I use your bathroom?” you said.

“Best you do,” he pointed through the front room, “just under the stairs.”

[jenoismydad]

2 + 3 = You In Me

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Pairing: Tutor!Jaemin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (pwp), Slight Angst, College AU

Words: 4.6k+

Warnings: 18+ content. Unprotected sex.

Synopsis: He agrees to tutor you and you end up becoming good friends even though you both so clearly want to be more. What happens when you let you bodies talk for you?

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Jaemin was coming over to help you prepare for a test. You had no clue how he'd agreed to assist you, but you were thankful nonetheless. Jaemin rarely ever studied with girls. Mostly because they were always hitting on him. But it seemed you were an exception. You wondered why but you figured it was because he was trying to make some extra money.

Yes, Jaemin made you pay him. He made everyone pay him so you didn't think too much of it. From what you'd heard, his methods never failed to prove effective. You hoped he could help you study well enough to pass this test. After all, a majority of your grade depended on it.

You'd spent a good amount of your time trying to prepare a nice study space for you both to sit at in your apartment. So far you'd only managed to clean your coffee table and place two cushions for seats at its feet.

Jaemin would be here any minute. You rushed to get everything you'd need for the day, wanting to keep it all ready so that you wouldn't have to interrupt the study session. Your bell rang not soon after. He was here on time.

Opening the door, you welcomed him with a smile. He nodded and entered without a word. Black track pants and a plain white shirt. Jaemin hadn't made much of an effort to dress to impress. He ventured into your dorm, looking around the place silently.

That's when he came across your makeshift study zone. He pointed at it and looked at you.

"We're studying here," he asked, placing his hands in his pockets. He sounded a tad bit dejected. Your eyes widened slightly in panic. Was he not comfortable with sitting on the floor? "Yeah, I figured. Is there a problem," you asked, fearing the worst for no reason. Jaemin shook his head. "Nope, I just thought we were gonna sit in your room. That's where most of the girls take me anyways," he revealed, flashing you a small grin. You immediately felt at ease.

"My room's kind of a mess at the moment," you admitted, joining him near your couch. He took a seat on the floor, placing the cushion behind his back instead. He cleaned his black-rimmed glasses and patted the space next to himself. "Let's get started."

Jaemin was a pro at breaking down the complex concept so that your pea-sized brain could understand it to the fullest. The only drawback with that method was that it took much longer than you'd like it to. Two hours later you'd only finished one of the chapters that would be coming for the test. You still had four more to go.

"Fuck it's already three o'clock," you complained, falling dramatically on the coffee table. Jaemin flipped his pen in his fingers and stretched his body with a yawn. "I don't mind staying overtime," he joked. He'd made a lot of humoring comments during your time with him. The last you'd heard, he tended to be quite serious, never straying from his purpose. Not that you minded or anything, but Jaemin wasn't really meeting the expectations everyone had set for him in your mind. Maybe they were just trying to intimidate you.

"Don't you have to study too," you asked, turning your head to glance at him. He looked at you and shook his head. "I already studied beforehand. Plus, this test's gonna be super easy. You pass it with a breeze," he admitted. As relieving as that sounded, you didn't wanna take any chances. What if he flunked the test because he didn't revise or something. You really didn't want to be the person he blamed when that happened.

"You don't have to stay for my sake. You can go home if you want to. I think I can manage on my own now." you flipped through the pages of your coursebook, sighing in despair. It was a lot to go through. At least you still had half the day left.

Jaemin folded his arms. "Don't worry about me y/n. Not to undermine you, but I don't think you can get through all of this by yourself. I mean, you barely managed to understand the basics. All those chapters just branch off from this one and get increasingly tough to learn."

If this was him trying to convince you to let him stay then it sure as hell was working. You groaned and sat back up. "You promise you won't fail the test because of me then?" Jaemin chuckled. "Of course not. I'll pass with flying colors."

So you resumed studying. Jaemin was right. What he taught you next was more confusing than the first chapter you'd covered. You regretted not paying attention during your lectures. Jaemin never got impatient with you. In fact, he took ample time to make sure you understood everything he explained to you. He was very thorough and you appreciated that. However the more knowledge you absorbed, the more exhausted you felt. It got to the point where you felt like you couldn't study any further. Jaemin then suggested that you take a small break. You couldn't have agreed faster.

"Once we're done you should go through the practice questions that I emailed you," Jaemin reminded, taking a sip of the soda you'd offered him. You gave him a thumbs up and fell on the ground. "You're a lifesaver Na Jaemin."

Jaemin chuckled and turned to you. "I'm guessing it's not just math that you're having a problem with."

You raised your head and narrowed your eyes at him. "Nicely deduced."

"We can get together to study together for your other subjects if you don't mind. No need to pay me either," he offered.

You furrowed your brows. "Jaemin the longer you spend teaching me the dumber you're gonna get."

He brushed you off. "I'm pretty sure it doesn't work like that."

"You never know, and besides, after today you should know that it's gonna take five hundred years to clear all my concepts. Do you even have that kind of time?"

Jaemin tilted his soda can at you. "You'd be surprised at how much free time I have on my hands."

You smiled. "Wait so you're actually agreed to be my personal tutor."

Jaemin rolled his eyes amusedly. "It was my proposition but yes. I wouldn't be your personal tutor though. Just a study partner."

You sat up and leaned back. "So like, studying in the library after class and stuff like that?"

He nodded. "If the library's closed we can come here or I can take you to my place."

You pursed your lips, considering his deal. But something paused your train of thoughts. "Wait a minute. Why are you asking me this all of a sudden? You hardly seem like the type of guy who'd study with someone else."

Jaemin downed his drink, wincing at the fizziness that clawed at his throat. "I've had fun studying with you so far. Like, you're genuinely dumb, unlike some other people I tutor who just pretend to be dumb so they can spend a few hours with me."

You raised a brow. Had he just called you dumb? "I'll try not to take offense, thank you very much."

Jaemin apologized with a laugh.

"Does it make you feel smarter in some type of way," you asked? Jaemin hummed in response. "It kinda does now that you mention it. But I also feel like it would help me revise and clear my own concepts at the same time."

That made sense. "Damn, and here I was thinking you wanted to do this cause you were interested in me."

Jaemin's eyes widened. You raised your hands in defense. "It's just a joke. Don't take it seriously," you assured. Jaemin relaxed at that.

"Let's get started again. We're almost halfway there," he said, changing the topic. You agreed and sat beside him again, pen in hand, ready to go.

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You walked out of your lecture with a bright smile on your face and headed straight to the library. Sure enough, Jaemin was already sitting there, waiting for you patiently. You sent him a small wave and skipped over to him. Handing him your graded test paper, you watched excitedly as his eyes lit up.

"Oh my god. You passed!"

You squealed and sat next to him, placing your bag near your feet. Jaemin smiled up at you. "This is such a good score," he added, glad that he'd been able to help.

"Henceforth we're studying together for every single test. I don't care if you're sick or at a friend's house."

Jaemin laughed and nodded. "Sure thing. If it means seeing you this happy then I'm down."

You froze at his words, glancing towards him. He clearly didn't seem to realize what he'd just said. Maybe you'd heard wrong. It was possible. After all, he was whispering. You didn't exactly have the best track record when it came to listening anyways. Concluding that you were mistaken, you pulled out your books and got to finishing up your assignments.

A few hours later Jaemin and you exited the library. You both usually parted ways since your dorms were in the opposite direction. However today, Jaemin followed behind you.

"What are you doing," you asked when he jogged up next to you. "We should celebrate your achievement today," he suggested. That sounded nice. "Okay then, what do you propose we should do?"

Jaemin pondered on your question. "Let's go to the cafe. I'll buy you coffee and anything else you want."

Coffee was perfect. You nodded and agreed. Jaemin grinned and led you to a small cafe that was just a little outside campus.

You both entered the small shop, the tantalizing scent of coffee hitting your senses immediately. Even though it was almost lunchtime, the cafe was brimming with multitudes of students. Luckily, the queue was short.

"Go find us somewhere nice to sit. I'll buy us some drinks," Jaemin said, pulling out his phone. Before you left, you let him know what you'd like.

Venturing to the back of the cafe, you found a secluded booth for two. It faced a large window, one that gave a fantastic view of the campus. You took a seat and placed your bag next to you. After a couple minutes of waiting, Jaemin emerged with your drinks in hand. He handed you yours before sitting down.

"Iced Americano? I see you're into the classics," you chimed, deciding to spark up a conversation. Jaemin took a sip of his drink. "Simple is the best after all."

Of course, it was. "Hey Jaemin," you started, setting your drink down on the table. He hummed. "Do you wanna come over later today," you asked. Jaemin furrowed his brows. "But we already finished studying."

You shook your head. "Not to study. Let's hang out, maybe watch a movie or something like that."

He seemed a bit taken aback, but nothing too alarming. It was just that you two never really did anything other than study together. Sure enough, you'd become close because of it. But you figured as friends, there were other things you could engage in to pass the time.

"Let's do it. What time should I come over," Jaemin asked? "Does seven work for you? I'll order pizza, so you don't need to worry about dinner."

Jaemin nodded. "Seven works for me."

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As soon as the clock struck seven, there was a knock on your door. The ever punctual Jaemin would never be a second late. You let him in, eager to get your night started. He walked into your dorm and went straight to your room, plopping down on your bed as if it were his own.

You'd already been browsing on Netflix, wondering what genre he liked. It had never come up in conversation before so you didn't really know.

"What are we watching," he asked, scrolling through the options. You shrugged and joined him on your bed. "I'm not sure. I didn't know what you like," you admitted.

"I usually just watch whatever's in the top ten or 'new this week'," he shared. He stopped at a movie you would never have believed he'd be interested in.

"You wanna watch Yes Day," you asked in disbelief? Jaemin giggled and nodded innocently. "It looks super lame but I've already finished watching everything," he revealed. Here you were thinking you both would watch something more serious instead of a family movie. Instead of spending forty minutes trying to settle on one movie, you decided it best to just go with the first choice.

Jaemin started the movie and leaned back beside you. It was quiet between you both for the most part. You watched the movie in silence. It wasn't as entertaining as you'd thought it would be, but Jaemin seemed to be engrossed in it so you chose to say nothing and continued staring at the screen.

Halfway into the movie, Jaemin stifled a yawn and fell to the side, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He looked at you and pointed to the screen. "Are we gonna keep watching this?"

You let out a breath of relief and exited out of the movie once and for all. "If you didn't like it why'd you make me watch it," you complained, shutting your laptop. Jaemin sat up and crossed his legs. "I thought you were enjoying it. You even laughed at the funny parts."

You stuck your chin out. "You should know what my fake laugh sounds like by now Jaemin." He raised his hands in defense. "The only time I hear you laugh is when you realize you're doing something wrong."

You tsked. "That's called nervous laughter genius. You suck at interpreting emotions."

He hit you with a pillow softly. "Hey, stop making me out for a robot."

"You're the human embodiment of the AI," you joked, dodging the pillow he swung at you. Raising your hands in defense, you shielded yourself from him. "At least I said you're intelligent."

Jaemin paused his attacks. "You're lucky I think you're cute. I'll let you off the hook for now."

You had another one of those moments where you froze, wondering if the words that had come out of his mouth were true or not. He didn't whisper this time. You'd heard everything word for word. But you couldn't believe it.

"Did you just call me cute?"

Jaemin nodded, not seeming too surprised about it. "You aren't not cute," he added. Maybe you were misinterpreting the meaning behind it. Friends called friends cute. It was normal. That didn't mean that they liked each other, did it?

Noticing the conflict in your expression, Jaemin leaned forward and cleared his throat. "I didn't mean it in an 'I have a crush on you' type of way."

Something about that made your stomach churn. You felt uneasy all of a sudden. You wanted to be relieved, that he didn't think of you as more than a friend. But a part of you wished he felt otherwise. You didn't know why, it just did.

You chuckled awkwardly and faced him. "Yeah, of course, you didn't. I don't know why I thought that."

Jaemin hummed and rested his chin on his palm. "Maybe because you wanted it to be true."

"Huh?"

"Maybe you wanted me to tell you that I like you."

You didn't know what to say to that. So you just smiled awkwardly. "But you don't, do you?"

Jaemin grinned. "Do you want me to?"

"No! Of course not, why would I-"

"I'm just messing with you y/n. Don't worry, we're just friends," he assured, finding you getting alarmed quite amusing. You hit his shoulder. "Don't joke around like that. Who knows what might happen."

Jaemin's laughter died down. He met your gaze sombrely. You knew he wanted to say something, but he remained silent. His eyes traveled down to your lips for a moment. You sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling giddy. Jaemin looked back into your eyes, this time with a small smile. You didn't know what he was doing. You also didn't know if you liked it or not. Your mind said one thing and your body said another. Jaemin subtly licked his lips. You had no clue why the action had such a devastating effect on you.

Before you knew it, your lips were on his. Jaemin didn't seem surprised at all. In fact, he relaxed and snaked his arm around your waist, pulling your body onto his. He fell back on your mattress, bringing you on top of him. Straddling his lap, you placed your hands on either side of his head, kissing him with vigor. Jaemin groaned against your mouth, the sound sending warm shivers down your back. His lips were softer than you thought they'd be and he tasted faintly of coffee.

His hands slipped under your shirt, resting on your skin. His touch felt fiery hot. You rolled your hips over his lap impulsively, biting his both lip as a throaty groan left his mouth. He squeezed your waist and trailed his hands down to your ass.

Before things could escalate, however, your bell rang. You both stilled, separating from each other. When your eyes met, you scrambled off of him and sat at the edge of your bed, completely stunned. Jaemin rubbed his face and sat up as well, not really knowing what to say. The bell rang again, snapping you out of your daze. "I'll go get that," you muttered disorientedly, leaving Jaemin in your room. He nodded and stood up. "Actually, I'm gonna go," he said, leaving your room before you could say anything. You heard the door open and shut soon after. Your bell rang again.

You went to open your door. A delivery guy stood before you, hands empty with a confused look on his face. "The guy that just left took the pizza with him. He said that you'd pay for it." You couldn't believe it. Nonetheless, you paid the man and shut your door. What had just happened?

_

A few days passed after the incident at your dorm. Jaemin hadn't called or texted you and in all honesty, you hadn't made an attempt to contact him. You felt too embarrassed to face him. After all, it was you who'd gone onto him. Even if he didn't push you away it wasn't like either of you had agreed to start making out. You were anxious because you knew you'd ruined your friendship with him.

A part of you missed him. You enjoyed spending time with him, even though all you did was study. Everything was so bleak now that he wasn't around to humor you.

You didn't want to regret whatever had happened that night. It was amazing. You just wished it hadn't ended the way it did. You should have understood that he indeed was joking. Instead, you mistook his prodding for sarcasm.

It made no sense for you to not speak to him. You wanted to make amends, figure out what had gone wrong. But you were scared he'd ignore you. That would just make you feel worse than you already did.

So you passed the days, wafting in your own misery. Pitying yourself as if the entire weight of the world had been thrown on your shoulders.

Little did you know that all it would take was another shitty test score for you to pick up your phone and call Jaemin.

"Help me study," you said as soon as he answered the call. Jaemin was silent on the other end. "Don't just listen to me. Say something," you begged. Your heart felt heavy. You heard him sigh. "I'd rather not y/n." You got goosebumps. "Jaemin, please. We can go to fucking library if that makes you feel better," you suggested, desperate for him to agree. After giving it some thought he finally answered you. "Okay fine. Tomorrow at three. But no longer than three hours."

He hung up, leaving you feeling a tad bit better. You looked forward to the next day. Hopefully, he wouldn't act indifferent to you.

_

Jaemin sat in your usual spot at the library. He was on his phone, leg crossed over his lap leisurely. You walked up to him and took a seat beside him without a word. Seeing you had arrived, he put his phone away and turned to you. "What are we studying?"

You took out your books and opened them. "This."

Jaemin glanced over the material. No wonder you'd flunked your test. He sighed, placing the textbook between you two. Without wasting a second, he began tutoring you.

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't pay attention. You were too busy staring at his face, more specifically his lips. They way he'd lick them ever so often made butterflies soar in your stomach. He'd run his hand through his fluffy hair and adjust his glasses, letting your mind run wild. Jaemin didn't seem to notice your lack of focus. You figured he didn't really care. He kept glancing at his watch. It was like he was waiting for your time with him to come to an end.

Much to your dismay, eventually it did.

"I'll send you a picture of some practice material. You can use that to prepare better," he concluded, getting up from his seat. You quickly stuffed your books in your bag and ran after him.

"Jaemin wait!"

He paused. "What," he asked as he turned around. He sounded disinterested. "Can we talk," you asked? Jaemin sighed and shrugged. "What do you wanna talk about," he questioned, placing his hands in his pockets. "About what happened at my place last week."

Jaemin tensed up. "It was a mistake. I think we both understood that."

You shook your head. "I don't know Jaemin, I'm not sure I did."

He furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"

"The more I thought about it the more I realized that I wouldn't have kissed you unless I wanted to. Not just that but you wouldn't have let it go so far if you thought it was wrong."

He seemed at a loss for words.

"When you called me cute, you did mean it in an 'I have a crush on you' type of way." You didn't need an answer for him to know you were correct.

"What are you trying to say y/n," he asked, sounding defeated.

"That I like you," you admitted. Jaemin's eyes widened. "And that you like me too," you added.

Jaemin bit his lip. "Okay, so then why were we acting like we hated each other for so long?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because you overthink everything and I'm a big pussy."

Jaemin chuckled and slung his arm around your shoulder. "I'm sorry about that babe."

You cringed at the nickname. "Don't 'babe' me. We're not dating. Not yet."

Jaemin rolled his eyes. "Does it really need to be that formal?"

You nodded adamantly. "Of course it does."

He sighed. "Fine. Will you go out with me y/n?"

You smiled and shook your head. "I'd rather not Jaemin."

"Yeah whatever," he said with a scoff, leading you outside.

_

As soon as you were past your door Jaemin's lips were on yours in an instant. He pushed you against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist. You held onto his shoulders, sighing into his mouth. "I missed you so fucking much," he muttered, stumbling to your room.

He dropped you on your bed and hovered over you, staring down at you somberly before kissing you again. His lips didn't stay on yours for too long, trailing down to your jaw and then your neck. You tugged at his shirt, urging him to take it off. When he did, you stared at his chiseled body in awe. "I didn't know you worked out."

Jaemin chuckled at your comment and pulled your own shirt off. He flicked the tiny bow on your bra with an amused grin. "This is cute."

You nudged his arm timidly. "I wasn't exactly preparing myself for this moment."

He said nothing further and latched his lips to your neck once again. Running your fingers through his hair, you craned your neck to the side to give him more access. He gently sucked on your skin, not too harsh that it would leave marks. You sighed and fiddled with the waistband of his sweatpants. "Do you want it off," he asked quietly, lips ghosting over yours. You nodded, biting your lip when he pushed his pants down.

His member came into sight, making your mouth water.

Taking your hand in his, he brought it to his cock. Your fingers wrapped around his girth instinctively. Jaemin suck in a breath as he made you stroke his length. His hand slipped past your panties, fingers toying with your clit. You gasped and spread your legs wider, loving the way his calloused fingertips felt. Tightening your grip around his cock, you jerked him off earnestly. In turn, Jaemin began rubbing quick circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Letting go of his member, you hastily pushed your pants down your legs. Jaemin peeled your panties off of you, marveling at the sight of your glistening pussy. "Don't just stare," you complained, shutting your legs, "do something."

Jaemin wordlessly, spread your legs apart and settled down between your thighs. He glanced up at your through his lashes, asking for permission before licking a stripe up your folds. You pushed your hips against his mouth, eyes falling shut when he repeated the action. Holding onto your thighs, he nipped and sucked at your clit, groaning every time your bucked your hips into his face. You gripped onto his hair, tugging at his roots. Jaemin's fingers prodded at your slit, slowly entering your walls. He curled them up, making your arch your back in delight. It felt so good. He knew exactly what he was doing.

With his tongue skillfully moving over your clit and his fingers continuously pumping in and out of you, it didn't take long for you to feel a familiar knot in your stomach. You sat up, pulling his mouth off of your cunt. "I need you to fuck me now." Your voice was hushed, breathless because of how much you'd moaned. Jaemin's eyes had darkened considerably. He pushed you down on your back again and pressed his tip to your entrance.

Jaemin felt bigger than he looked. Not that you were complaining or anything, it just took a while to get used to. He made sure you were comfortable before slowly starting to pound into you.

You grabbed his arms as he fastened his pace, head falling back in ecstasy. Shallow breaths left his parted lips. "You feel so good," he muttered, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath was hot on your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, humming in response. You were close. Jaemin could tell.

Gripping onto your waist, he went faster, slamming his cock into you as he chased your highs. You cried out his name, squeezing your eyes shut. Your walls clenched tightly around his length, your orgasm crashing down on you intensely. Soon enough, he twitched inside you. His thighs stilled, hips snapping into you one last time before thick ropes of his cum shot into your walls. He let out a pleased groan, voice deep and raspy.

"That was amazing," you breathed, pushing your hair out of your face as Jaemin moved off of you. He smiled and tugged his pants back on, joining you under the covers. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Jaemin pulled you into his side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You laughed to yourself. "What is it," Jaemin asked. You shook your head, looking at him. "To think this all started after you agreed to tutor me."

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𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 - 𝐒.𝐁

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1,547

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 - can you do a young sirius black x reader fic with the prompts 112, 126, and 176.

"You know, it's okay to cry."

"I'll never leave again."

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -mentions of abuse, mentions of blood.

The harsh rapping upon your front door woke you from your slumber with a jolt. For a few seconds, chest heaving in a sort of panic, you sat up in bed, eyes wide and confused, before you swung your legs over the side of your bed and slipped onto the ground. Quietly, you tiptoed out of your room - grabbing the handy cricket bat that lay stationed beside your bedside cabinet - and crept down the stairs, eyes squinting as you tried to make out the shape through the frosted glass of the front door.

The clock on the wall of the hallway informed you that it was 4:40am, and through the glass door you could see the bruised purple of the sky as the sun began to rise.

Though your heart thrummed rapidly and uncomfortably in your chest, your fingers wrapped around the cricket bat and the front door handle simultaneously. Of course, something like this would happen when your parents had gone on holiday and left you alone to look after the house.

The person rapped sharply upon the door again as you threw it upon, half raising the cricket bat, eyes wide and panicked.

Sirius Black turned his eyes upon you, a half grin appearing upon his bloodied face, though it was obviously forced.

He let out a snort, looking at the cricket bat.

"Merlin, Y/N, I know you're a muggleborn but I didn't realise you forgot you had magic in the summer. What were you going to do with that?”

The cricket bat fell from between your fingers to the carpeted floor with an audible thump. Across the street, you saw your neighbours curtains twitch, and you appraised Sirius, dressed to the nines with wizarding robes, grabbing his hand gently, tugging him inside the house and shutting the door behind him.

"Sirius, what the hell happened?" You whispered, cold fingers brushing against the skin of his face, his bloody nose and split lip. He shivered slightly, under your touch.

His eyes glanced around your dimly lit hallway, fingers trailing over the patterned wallpaper.

"So this is your house, then. It's nice.”

"Sirius." You hand wrapped gently around his jaw, turning his face to look at you again.

His eyes were bloodshot and red - he'd clearly been crying - but, as usual, Sirius was refusing to show any weakness. It was one of his more frustrating attributes - attributes you knew all too well, after being friends with him for six years.

He was fidgeting with his fingers, a very un-Sirius Black thing to do, as your cool hands wrapped around his warm ones, tugging him along with you.

“Come on,” you whispered, pulling him up the stairs behind you, and into your room.

You scrabbled around in your bedside drawer for your wand for several seconds - in a way, Sirius was right, you half forgot you could use magic at home now you were seventeen - and came up victorious, twirling it around your fingers almost anxiously as you turned around to see Sirius standing in the doorway. Being in any sort of proximity to your friend like this had made you feel uncomfortable as of late, though you would never tell him that, nor would you tell him of the feelings you had buried deep down, though that hardly mattered now.

You appraised him, as he appraised your room, leaning against the doorway. It was only now that you realised that there was a backpack slung over his shoulder. His hair was pushed back away from his face, which was unnaturally pale and shadowed, and his nose looked crooked in the light the streamed through your open window.

“You know, Y/N, if you wanted me in your room, you only needed to ask.” He shot you a grin, but you couldn’t muster a smile upon your face as you wiped your eyes wearily with your arm.

“If you aren’t going to tell me what happened, you can at least let me heal you.” You said softly, indicating towards your bed for him to sit.

He had no jokes for that, and seemed almost awkward as he sat down atop your small twin sized bed.

You worked in silence for several minutes, carefully siphoning dried blood from atop his face and neck, the source of which was his now very clearly broken nose. His hands, whilst you worked close enough to hear his beating heart - unless it was yours thumping loudly in your ears - fidgeted with the bottom of the large t-shirt in which you slept.

“Why did you never invite me here?”

His voice wasn’t teasing this time, just curious as you waved your wand over his bruised lip, whispering enchantments that you remembered from the Hogwarts Hospital Wing from the many times you had been there. That was a side effect of being friends with the Marauders, you supposed.

You let out a small laugh, though it wasn’t particularly humorous - you couldn’t be when he was sat in pain in front of you.

“I suppose I could never imagine Sirius Black in my tiny muggle house. Hold still - this is going to sting a little. Episkey.”

You tapped his nose, hoping he didn’t see the way your other fingers were crossed in hope. You let a slow smile come to your face as his nose righted itself.

“There,” you spoke, laying down your wand on the bedside cabinet. “You have your pretty face back.”

He leant forward, as you stood in front of him, leaning his head upon your abdomen, his hair falling to hide the rest of his face, which you supposed was the point. You almost jumped in shock, before your hands went to his hair, threading through it in a gesture that you hoped was soothing.

“They wanted me to join him.” His mumbled words were almost unintelligible, but you froze as you heard them.

“You don’t mean-“ You spoke haltingly.

He nodded, and you felt his head move against your stomach.Your t-shirt was now slightly damp where his head rested, and you had a feeling that that was why he was hiding. You didn’t think you had ever seen Sirius cry.

“I didn’t, Y/N - I swear-“ His voice cracked at the same time your heart broke slightly.

“I know, Si,” You whispered, running your fingers through his hair again comfortingly. “I know.”

He sniffed, trying to subtly wipe his eyes as he pulled away from you.

“You know, it’s okay to cry.” You murmured, though you turned away slightly.

Crying always felt like such a deeply private thing. Especially for Sirius.

“I’ve left them - I mean, I’ve left home.” He looked up at you, teeth pulling against his just healed lip. “I don’t know why I came here, Y/N, I’m sorry, it was just - you were just the first person I thought of when I was apparating.”

“You know I’m always here.”

Your hand found his and squeezed it for a long, quiet, moment.

“Have you got spare clothes?” You glanced at his backpack in question.

He nodded, fidgeting once again with his robes.

“I’ll let you get changed, then - d’you want a cup of tea, or anything?”

He shot you a watery smile.

“You and Moony think tea fixes everything. It's very… British of you.”

“Tea does fix everything.” You argued back teasingly, walking out of the door, though the joke fell rather flat when you remembered his face.

You would try for the rest of your life to wipe the memory of his broken face out of your mind.

You took a ridiculously long time to make the tea, and only realised that your hands were shaking when you were spooning heavy amounts of sugar into the steaming mugs.You had heard somewhere that sugar helped with shock, and so you stirred in another spoonful before your hands wrapped around the boiling mugs - burning your skin slightly - before making your way back up to your room.

Sirius had made himself at home easily - lying stretched out against the duvet, languidly like a dog, his eyes fluttered shut, though they opened as you entered the room once more, placing the cups of tea upon the bedside drawers.

“Feeling better?” You asked, sitting on the edge of the bed glancing at your friend.

He still looked sickly pale, though he jerked his chin in a nod.

You made to get back up - to do something useful with your hands to stop you from fidgeting. His own, warm, hand wrapped around your wrist and tugged you back to him, until you almost fell on top of the boy, narrowly avoiding him. You let out a startled gasp and he groggily laughed.

“Please don’t leave.” He muttered against your hairline, and at that, you relaxed against him. “Please.”

“I’ll never leave again.” You promised him, nose pressed up against his t-shirt filling you with the smell of cigarettes and cologne.

Your hand found his chest - laying above his heart so you could feel the strong thrumming against your palm - as his own arm wrapped around your form, pulling you closer to him, as your legs tangled together.

The two of you fell asleep like that, a mess of tangled limbs, and slept for a long time, safe and content with one another.