#wc: 374

[lgchyoseop]

PICK A SONG

any song, zico

upon hearing about having to give three song suggestions, hyoseop immediately thought of ��any song’ by zico. hyoseop performed the song for café performances back in the beginning of 2023. the start of 2023 was a time where hyoseop was very unsure in his abilities, and what he could bring to the table. hyoseop has always loved rapping, but wasn’t completely confident in his skills back when he first performed this. now a year later, hyoseop feels far more confident in his rap skills, and believes this song shows his improvement. he regularly films himself singing this song to see his improvement, singing it for the fans would be a chance for them to too see his improvement too.

baby don’t like it, nct 127

majority of what hyoseop has shown to the public is rap, he mostly shows powerful raps, and focuses on his flow and speed. generally when hyoseop chooses songs to perform, he focuses on rap, and mostly picks very up-beat/happy songs. hyoseop wants to go out of his comfort zone while going back to what he was confident in. while hyoseop has majorly focused on upbeat songs, in the beginning of hyoseop’s time in legacy he showed interest in sexy music/concepts. by time he’s forgotten about how much he wants to try sexy concepts, ‘baby don’t like it’ is a song that gives hyoseop the opportunity to perform a sexy concept, while also going out of his comfort zone and letting him try other stuff than rapping, like singing.

#twenty, itzy

‘#twenty’ is a song that steps into hyoseop’s comfort zone, what he usually likes to do and what he feels confident in, while still slightly pushing him out out of his comfort zone. for the rap part, hyoseop believes he can bring a strong impression, the song is similar to what hyoseop likes to pick for his performances. hyoseop can bring a confident performance with this song, he feels confident in his rap, and feels he’d suit the song. hyoseop might not be the best singer, but the song would push him to do some simple singing. the song is a good mix of being in his comfort zone but also stepping out of it.

[behaein]

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — INTO THE DELTAVERSE. aka, haein's audition for INTO THE DELTAVERSE (rough ref.) / skills: singing, dancing (original choreography)

knowing studio delta and their reputation, haein realized that she can't possibly get away with a normal audition tape. she's aware that they're probably looking for something different. someone who catches their eyes immediately. a couple of months ago, she would have been confident that she fit into that category, but she wasn't so sure anymore.

of course, that wouldn't stop her from joining this audition, especially not after all the encouragement she received from her peers at the dance and vocal academies she's been religiously attending. some may think she's appearing too desperate with how many doors she's knocking on, but she likes to call it determination. she doesn't care how many opportunities she has to take up, but she will accomplish what she came to korea for.

eventually, she settles down on an original choreography. again, she contemplated on this because the reps at studio delta most likely have seen her dancing from next gen. it was impossible they couldn't since they were part of the judging panel. however, this was an audition tape which meant at the end of the day, she had to show off what she was best at, and that was still dancing. the original choreography is just her own little twist to show off her skills and what she can bring to the table.

she finishes one draft of the audition tape and almost submits it when she thinks that something's missing. it doesn't seem like enough, so she impulsively heads down to the han river with a video camera. it's the middle of day, which means lots of people, but she's not concerned about that right now. what she needs is an impressive video.

and so she sings the track live along with the choreography that she's made. another chance to show that she isn't a weak vocalist because as much as she's over the humiliation of her voice crack, it's still something that needs to be proven to those who watched next gen and definitely something that'll probably continue to follow her until that day.

by the time she's done with her second draft, haein feels much better. this video and everything just feels a lot more like her. hopefully, whomever watches the video agrees.

[beclaudine]

CALL FROM HOME !

claudine knows that her parents are busy theatre people with an unreliable schedule that is never truly fixed and easy to follow. so she doesn't expect frequent calls of any sort, even though she does try to initiate them ( and she's sure that they share the same sentiment, she knows that they love their kids—she feels their love ). unfortunately, schedule conflicts and time differences make that a little bit difficult, but they at least manage to spare some time once every week minimum. most of the time it's simple voice calls with updates that are much more appropriate to say by call instead of by text messages. other times, if they're lucky, they could video call.

this is one of those times.

"where's your brother?" her mother asks.

"oh, he's busy with school work. he's still out, unfortunately. i'll tell him you called! and i'll tell him everything you're telling me, obviously." she laughs, and so does her parents.

"don't make it sound like we're leaving him out of the loop on purpose!"

claudine shakes her head. "of course not, you wouldn't!"

her father smiles, although there is an underlying concern in the facial expression that he's wearing. "have you considered coming home yet?"

"oh, right. when we have the money we'll visit during vacation, promise."

"that's not what i meant, claudine. why haven't you come home? instead of coming home, you continued your studies without consulting us," her father continues.

"we wouldn't have told you no or anything, of course not. we're just... concerned that you didn't loop us into your decision, that's all!" her mother was quick to clarified, and claudine showed her appreciation for that gesture with a smile.

"don't worry, i know what i'm doing. and... please don't take it the wrong way, it's not like i chose to do that because... i felt that you betrayed me because of the troupe's horribly biased casting decisions. it's not because of you guys at all."

her parents breathe out a sigh of relief. "okay, that's good to hear," her mother smiles again. "we'll always support you claudine, please remember that."

"i know."

"take care of your brother."

"i will."

"don't forget to take care of yourself too."

"of course!"

[haeminlgc]

RANKING KING EP. 005: SUMMER DATE IDEAS

“From last place to first, i’m Yoo haemin and you’re watching… ranking king!” Haemin gave a little wave to the camera as he recited his usual greeting for his show. He could hardly believe that he was still making content. Sure, sometimes it was difficult to come up with new things to rank and talk about but most of the time he welcomed the work. It was a chance to connect with fans, new and old alike, and a chance to see what they liked and valued.

"The long term viewers of Ranking King know I've done a winter version of this video--which can be found here," he pointed a finger to a corner of the screen where he hoped they'd link it during editing, "and now that June is here it's time to rank Summer Date Ideas!" Haemin smiled brightly. "The days are longer and the weather better which gives us more opportunity to do things outside and travel around. Of course not every date needs to be some big extravagant romantic trip to Jeju, sometimes the simple ones can be just as nice!"

There were six different pictures with the different date ideas written on each one. "Let's see what we have here... ah! I don't know if you guys know but I am a bit of a foodie. I love finding places to eat amazing food so at the top of my list is this idea, eating outside!" Haemin picked up the picture and displayed it on the first mini easel. "Be it lunch, dinner, or even just a cake and coffee, enjoying good food in the sun and fresh air enhances the experience."

"The next on my list would have to be this one, outside movie theatre," he smiled softly as he set it on the second easel. "This would be perfect for a romantic date. Sharing some popcorn and a blanket as the dusk deepens and the stars come out... a definite must try if the weather is nice."

Haemin continued to rank the rest of the date ideas: amusement park, water park, petting zoo, and hiking.

"And there you have it, my rankings on summer date ideas. See you next week! Bye bye, ta-ta, always yours, Minmin~!”

[gloomwitchwrites]

could you do one about all the members of 141 if the reader is super sensitive during sex, squeaks and squirms, cries but she likes it she’s just very responsive

Sensitivity during sex is subjective as everyone is different in that regard. So, here is my little offering to you, anon.

Content & Warnings: unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), dirty talk, missionary, established relationship, teasing, overstimulation, cowgirl, mirror sex, vaginal fingering

John “Soap” MacTavish: Soap is a bit of a tease. (wc: 374) Kyle “Gaz” Garrick: Kyle talks you through it. (wc: 457) John Price: Wants you to watch. (wc: 404) Simon “Ghost” Riley: Simon pins you down. (wc: 391)

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John "Soap" MacTavish

Johnny is a tease.

“How’s that feel, love?” he croons with a mischievous smile.

You whimper. Gasp. His hands upon your skin are simply too much.

Without an answer, Johnny goes down on one elbow, changing the position. He’s not even thrusting anymore, simply holding himself inside you, keeping your legs spread wide over his large, muscled thighs.

“Can’t use your words?” he mocks lightly as the tips of his fingers tenderly graze over a hardened nipple.

At the same time, he sinks a bit further, thighs spreading slightly, pushing your legs even wider. You’re unable to do much but writhe and wiggle beneath him. He always does this. Always teases. He loves how sensitive you are, and how your body comes alive beneath him. All the little sounds you make, all the sharp shakes and shivers, only motivate Johnny to draw forth more.

“What will happen if I touch you here, hm?” he asks, his hand dipping between your bodies. When Johnny says “here,” he runs his finger around the place your bodies meet.

Your cry is loud, and it only becomes louder when he trails upward to circle your clit. His name is there, on the very tip of your tongue, but each touch is a zap, stealing your voice.

But this touching and teasing isn’t cruel. You love every second. It only makes the end that much more electric.

“And here, love? What would happen?” he murmurs.

While still moving over your clit, Johnny leans forward, his tongue circling and then sucking your nipple into his mouth. Your body immediately contracts, every muscle tensing then relaxing. A little shiver rattles up through your spine and out to the edges of your limbs. It causes you to squirm, the sensitivity nearly overwhelming.

But there is nowhere for you to go. You are not only pinned to the bed by Johnny’s upper body but by his cock.

Johnny releases your nipple, his mouth forming a smug smile. “Suppose you need some relief, yeah?”

You curl into him, fingers digging into his skin. Johnny brushes your hair out of your face, and that too makes you tremble.

“Lie back,” he soothes, and you melt, molding to the bed as he flattens himself above you.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle talks you through it.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well.”

“That’s my girl. Look at you.”

Kyle delicately guides your legs toward your chest. You’re bent at the knees, trembling, breathing coming fast and heavy. Every touch of his is like a brand against the skin. It is an overwhelming tsunami.

“Kyle,” you beg. “Please.” You don’t even know what you’re begging for. Maybe for it all to end even though you crave the sensation.

“Gotta control that wiggling love.”

“I—I can’t,” you whimper, thighs trembling as he puts you into position.

Kyle parts your pussy with his fingers and you cry out. He tuts and then inserts two fingers. Your hips instantly buck and your back arches, wanting to escape from him.

“No no. None of that, love.” Kyle lightly presses down on your stomach, holding you still as he curls his fingers up and drags them, repeating the motion.

Again, you cry out, and then tears sting your cheeks as you claw at the bedding.

“Control your squirming and I’ll give you what you want.”

“You’re awful,” you whimper, every muscle in your body twitching, wanting to move.

“Do what I say, love. Know you can.” You inhale and Kyle chuckles softly. “That’s it. Good. Exhale. Again.”

He has you repeat the process until the muscles in your limbs calm.

Kyle’s hands retreat, and then he reclines beside you, rotating onto his back. His hand palms the base of his cock, stroking gently.

“Get on top, love. Hands on my chest. You control the pace.”

With a gentle tremble, you swing one leg over Kyle’s thighs, straddling him. You do as he instructs, placing your hands on his chest and angling your hips. He guides himself to your entrance, the head of his cock pushing in, stretching you wide, the sensation shooting up your spin and as well as to the tips of your toes.

“I know you can take it. Fuck, love. That’s it. Good.”

You slowly slide down on him, groaning loudly, nails digging into his chest as you impale yourself on him.

“Oh—fuck.” Kyle’s hands are on your thighs, running up and down them in a caress.

It takes every bit of your concentration to focus on the rhythm of your hips. You’re overly sensitive, and this position reaches deep, hitting that sweet spot every time you come down on him.

“Kyle,” you beg, but it’s without meaning. You just need to talk, to say something, to verbalize your need in whatever way you’re able.

His answer is a groan. “That’s it. Fuck, love. You feel amazing.”

Slowly, your eyelids open, and you’re greeted with a beautiful sight.

“Don’t fucking stop,” he says, one hand sliding between your breasts.

John Price

“Look at yourself, love.”

You are unable to move. Unable to squirm.

John has you spread wide over his thighs like a sacrificial offering. His knees are bent toward the ceiling and just parted enough that you cannot move your legs while draped in his lap. He’s got you impaled on his cock, and he is downright fucking smug about it.

While the motion of your legs is useless, you also don’t have your arms. John has them propped above your head because he doesn’t want you touching him or himself. His own muscles forearms snake up and over your upper arms. It allows you no control, but allows John everything. He can touch your breasts like this. He can touch your clit, your neck, and whatever else he wants.

John rocks and rolls his hips, dick appearing and then disappearing back into your pussy. All you can do is flex your hips a bit but it isn’t enough. You are completely trapped. At his mercy. And the sensitivity is overwhelming.

Without any control, you have to submit to John, and while you love it, it only rockets every ripple of pleasure that much higher.

“See what I have to do,” he murmurs into your ear. “You can’t stop moving.”

Tears bloom in the corners of your eyes like tiny dewdrops. You are far too sensitive for this. John is pushing you into overstimulation.

John nips at your earlobe and you gasp. “Look,” he prompts.

The closet door is open. Not by much, but enough that the mirror that hands on the inside faces the bed. Within, you see yourself, and John. You see how splayed out you are, how needy and pathetic you look in his arms.

“Look,” he says again. “Want you to watch.”

It takes all your effort to focus. Every time John rock his hips upward, his brush of skin against you is fire. It causes everything in you to react and jump. But you cannot writhe. Cannot move.

And that only makes you more frustratingly coiled with untamed need.

Your head falls back against his shoulder, eyelids heavy as you gaze upon the spot where your bodies meet, and how much your body stretches to accommodate him. You can see how your chest heaves, the tightness building and overwhelming your senses.

“Now you see what I see,” murmurs John as his hand delves downward to give you some relief.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“Quit your squirming.”

“Then don’t be cruel,” you moan, nearly jumping out of Simon’s arms when he sharply thrusts upward.

Simon’s teeth nip at your throat and this time your body jerks, almost sending you out of his lap.

“Stay still,” he growls, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“You know how sensitive I am.”

“I do. Fucking love it.”

Simon wraps his arms around your waist. It’s an embrace, and yet there is power behind it, the muscles there tensing with anticipation. You inhale, and your exhalation is stolen from you.

Simon twists, and you go with him, rolling onto your back.

You squeak loudly only to be pinned against the bed. “Simon—”

He crushes his lips to yours, his tongue delving for your taste. The only sound you make is a whimper. “But sometimes,” murmurs Simon against your lips. Your squirming gets in the way.”

Using his body weight, Simon drives in at a harsh angle, hitting that sweet spot deep inside. That vibration of pleasure ripples outward, and your body reacts as it always does. But you cannot writhe and wiggle. Simon is too heavy, and he knows this, which is why he’s pinned you.

“Oh—fuck. Simon. Plea—. Please.”

“Please what?” laughs Simon softly before moving inside of you again.

The only reply you can make is a strained moan.

Simon grins, completely smug. “Tuck in, love. I’ll give you something to squirm about.”

Simon wraps your wrists up in one hand, pinning them above your head. He starts to thrust in earnest, his free hand holding the side of your throat. He watches on as tears come to your eyes. Your body wants to move, to buck and arch against him, but you are completely trapped.

Simon leans in, kisses the spots on your cheeks stained with tears. The only thing you can move are the bottoms of your legs. You wrap your ankles over his bulging calves and cling.

Every stroke and brush of his skin against yours is a roaring fire, rocketing you toward overstimulation. Words fall from your lips but they are elusive, just white noise in your ears. You know that you’re crying, that you’re speaking to him, that you’re attempting to move.

But Simon is relentless, claiming every inch of your body like he always does.

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[calicoheartz]

hii !!! random thought but i was just thinking of kate martin hugging her girl from behind like OMG😭💞 i love her shes so sweet

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐇𝐔𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒 ; 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍

꣑୧ — summary | just a mini-fic on K.M hugging you from behind 🫂

wc ; 374

— warnings | pure fluff !!!

my master list ㇀♡

a/n : yayaya im finally getting to write more kate martin :) tysm for the req , enjoy !

The arena buzzed with the excitement of the recent victory, fans still cheering and players exchanging high-fives and congratulatory pats on the back. Kate , however, had her eyes set on someone special amid the bustling crowd. Her girlfriend, tall and graceful, stood near the edge of the court, beaming with pride.

Kate made her way over, weaving through her teammates and fans. She approached you silently, a smile creeping across her face as she closed the distance. You were caught up in conversation with a friend, completely unaware of Kate's approach.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Kate slipped her arms around your waist from behind, pulling you into a warm embrace. The sudden contact made you jump slightly, but then quickly relaxing, leaning back into Kate's hold.

"Hey there, superstar," Kate whispered, her voice soft and full of affection.

You turned your head, a radiant smile lighting up the features the blonde loved the most. "Hey yourself. You were amazing out there, Kate."

Kate tightened her embrace, resting her chin on your shoulder. "Couldn't have done it without knowing my biggest fan was watching."

You  chuckled, reaching up to place a hand over Kate's. "I'm always watching, always cheering for you."

You stood there for a moment, savoring the closeness and the joy of the victory. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in their little bubble of happiness.

"I'm so proud of you," you whispered softly, turning slightly to kiss Kate's cheek. "You worked so hard for this."

Kate blushed, her heart swelling with love. "Thank you. But I think you deserve some of the credit too. You've been my rock through all of this."

You turned to face her fully now, slipping out of Kate's embrace only to face her and pull her back into a tender hug. "We're a team, on and off the court. And tonight, we celebrate together."

Kate grinned, her exhaustion melting away in the warmth of her girlfriend's arms. "Together," she echoed, feeling a surge of contentment.

As the noise of the crowd continued around them, as the two of you stayed wrapped in each other's embrace, knowing that no victory could compare to the love and support they shared.

a/n : yayayaya im so happy im starting to write more for Kate now !! tysm for reading :) <3

[ovaryacted]

Insoportable

Summary: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader. Miguel couldn’t stand you, the more you refused to listen to him and his orders, the closer he got to snapping. After another failed mission, he’s had enough, and takes it upon himself to put you in your place.

Warnings: 18+/MDNI. NSFW. Porn with plot. Dom/sub elements, throat/face fucking, degradation & praise, slight size kink, slight choking, rough sex, bare backing, mention of fluids.

WC: 5.2k

A/N: Took me a while to write this but I hope it’s enjoyable. Originally was an enemies to lovers plot but it’s more of a passionate stress relief type thing, I’ll do actual enemies to lovers/hate sex another time. For the record, I speak Spanish, so the Spanish you see in this piece is how I’d personally speak. Title is also in Spanish lolz. :)

You were insufferable, a nuisance every time you walked in the room or were in close proximity to Miguel. A firecracker that hated following orders or being told what to do. He didn’t even know how you managed to last this long as a spider-person or why you were chosen to become one since you behaved so recklessly. In his mind, you were a hazard to have on his elite strike force, but Jess was the one that convinced him you would be a good addition to the team. That was a few months ago, and he continues to figure out whether or not having you around was a good or bad thing. So far, it was definitely leaning towards bad.

You never listened to him, often going off on your own on missions or making small mistakes that would throw him off. It was almost as if you enjoyed seeing him upset, making it harder to tolerate you and leading to more arguments. The constant bickering and fighting was a daily occurrence, a game of pull and push to see who would make the other crack, and usually, it was you pushing Miguel to his limits.

This was how your relationship was, if he can even say you guys had one, and he still remembers how your eyes gleamed with mischief when you were introduced to the Spider Society. At first glance, he comes off as intimidating, even scary with his size and demeanor alone. But with you? It was the complete opposite, like your ego was as big as him and then some. He couldn’t understand why you didn’t take him seriously.

Of course, today was no different.

“This isn’t how we organized this!”, Miguel yelled at you from the other side of the street, climbing up one of the buildings to catch up to your rapid swinging.

Currently, you were tracking down a lizard variant that Miguel had ordered you to capture and bring back to HQ. It was intended to be a solo mission, but instead of listening to him the first time around, you brought your newest friend Hobie to keep you company. As if the brunette’s stress couldn’t get any worse, seeing you two together creating havoc across the multiverse blew his blood pressure through the roof. The second you joined his team, you and Hobie instantly clicked, becoming almost inseparable when you met each other. Two rebels, two people who hated authority were brought together by fate. If Hobie’s anarchist tendencies were bad then, they’re worse now, and it only wore poor Miguel out knowing that headache number one found its match.

The variant from Earth-374 was tracked down in the sewer system, both you and your favorite rockstar managing to slow it down and trap it in one of the underground tunnels using your webbing. In celebration, you stopped by to get hot dogs, feeling you deserved a break and cheering at a job well done. Excitedly, you reported back to Miguel of your successful capture, hoping that maybe for once, he wouldn’t look at you with such dismay. Only when it was time for him to come to retrieve the anomaly, he was dumbfounded to see traces of webbing and no lizard. It escaped right under your grasp, your clumsy mistake of not securing them properly and forgetting to set up the sensors caused this to happen. You could practically see the tick in Miguel’s jaw as he all but looked at you in vexation.

Now you were attempting to amend your mistake with Miguel and Hobie alongside you, chasing the creature down through the streets of an alternate New York City. Despite both of them being there to help you, you still managed to go off on your own.

“I almost have it! Just let me get this!”, you called back to Miguel, distancing yourself from the other two as you launched your body towards the reptile underneath you. Miguel constantly called you out on this, how you always put yourself in danger instead of actively trying to get away from it. Your spider-senses were the same as everyone else’s, yet you behaved as if you didn’t use them half of the time, enjoying the thrill of being put in such precarious situations.

Hobie followed your lead while Miguel continued to grumble under his breath. You landed on the lizard’s back, shooting your webs to cover their eyes and blind them momentarily. They thrashed around the bustling streets, scaly skin rough against your feet and sharp claws reaching out to grab you.

A backflip here, another dodge and curve of your body there, you landed on top of the lizard’s head. They snarled when you shot another array of webs at their jaw, creating a makeshift lead and pulling upwards. In the mayhem of the chase, Miguel shot his own red webbing at its feet, yanking backwards and watching the mutated reptile slam into the concrete face first. Hobie mimicked the larger man’s actions, the both of them working in tandem to bring the lizard down to the ground and secure it thoroughly. You busied yourself with webbing its mouth shut, taking extra care to ensure you wouldn’t repeat your initial mistake.

Even if this was considered a personal redemption, you didn’t have the time to recover your breath before Miguel was on you again, his tone harsh and condescending.

“Do you have any idea what the hell you just did? How many times do I have to tell you to do things the way I say?!”, Miguel spat out, scolding you as if you were a child that lacked common sense.

“We still caught them no? The damage isn’t so bad”, you said stubbornly, putting your hands on your hips and looking up at Miguel defensively. From the way the outline of the eyes on his mask curved downward, you could tell he was irked. Perhaps this was his last straw with you.

“You destroyed half of the damn city! Are you really this stupid and hasty?”, he said almost exasperatingly. No matter how hard you tried to talk to him, Miguel never listened. He always wanted things done his way, and he just couldn’t stand the fact that you never saw him through.

“I wouldn’t be this hasty if you would just get off my back! You’re always so uptight!”

“This conversation isn’t over, you hear me?”, he hovered above you, not wanting to prolong this argument any longer. Messing with the buttons on his watch and opening a portal back to H.Q., he entrapped the lizard variant and threw them through the bright colors of the interdimensional opening. He took one last glance at you before walking through, leaving you and Hobie behind as you sighed and looked down at your feet.

“I messed up, didn’t I?”, you asked Hobie, who started walking towards the portal with you close behind.

“Nah, it’s not that bad. The big man will get over it”, he said with a shrug, tone of voice slightly teasing and doing nothing to calm your nerves.

You only silently hoped that Hobie was right.

-

Miguel exhaled with his fingers pressed against the bridge of his nose, breathing through his nostrils as he tried to regain some peace of mind. After today’s fiasco of a mission, he called you and Hobie back to his lab to discuss it. Whether it was just to talk or simply yell at you again for your failure, you were about to find out.

“Miguelito, you’re going to pop a vein at this rate with the way you’re stressing out,” you teased, looking over at the very agitated Spider-Man.

Oh, he hated that. He loathed how easily the nickname slipped past your lips whenever you antagonized him. You always found more ways to get under his thick skin, and this was one of the things you did from your long list that seemed to upset him the most.

“Dios dame paciencia”, Miguel muttered under his breath, huffing and puffing as he paced around.

“I lied before, he’s definitely pissed at you now”, Hobie said next to you, smugly glancing between you and your mutual boss from the corner of his eye.

“It’s not so bad, I swear”, you put your hands up in fake innocence, and Miguel just chuckled dryly under his breath.

“You’re joking right? You let the anomaly go because you weren’t paying attention, and I have to clean up after your mistakes, again”, Miguel turned his back to face you, red eyes looking at you fiercely.

“Okay, I may have done that, but we caught them right after. What’s the big deal?”, you said, shrugging, which only seemed to tick Miguel off more, feeling his shoulders tense and his left eye beginning to twitch.

“And that’s my cue to leave. Good luck, mate”, Hobie says, saluting you and leaving you to face Miguel’s wrath alone.

“What’s the big deal? You just don’t get it, do you? You’re always so careless, you never listen to me, and then you act oblivious when you mess up. How the hell are you even a spider-person?”, Miguel retorted, stepping closer to you as an act of intimidation, but it didn’t affect you much. You held your ground while he walked forward until he stood right in front of you, looking down as if you were merely a pest.

“I still do my job, don’t I? You’re stressing out over nothing, and you don’t have to be breathing down my neck all the time if you’d just let me do my own thing. The multiverse is still safe Miguelito, lighten up!”

“Stop fucking calling me that! God, you annoy the shit out of me I can’t stand you.”

“I’m aware of that, you remind me every day!”, you countered defiantly, and Miguel was on the brink of losing his last nerve.

“Coño, for once, will you just shut the fuck up!”, he yelled now, reaching an arm out to wrap his hand around your throat, holding you in place instinctively as you gasped.

He wasn’t choking you, his fingers not daring to tighten around your neck but acting as a placeholder. He bent down the slightest bit, whispering in your ear with a tone of voice that was borderline threatening.

“You’re a pain in my ass, an ungrateful brat, and I don’t know if you get on my nerves on purpose, but you’re going to learn to stop fucking with me like a plaything. ¿Entiendes?”, Miguel snarled, his lips grazing the outer shell of your ear. This you weren’t expecting, your mind short-circuiting as your breath hitched at his words.

Miguel pulled away, his hands still around your neck while he stared down at you. He was taking in your reaction, watching how your breathing increased, your eyes were filled with a curiosity he hadn’t seen from you, and he could practically feel your pulse pounding against his thumb that pressed into your skin.

He was trying to figure out the sudden change in your demeanor, half expecting you to say some sassy remark back to him, but nothing came out of your mouth. If anything, you seemed to like this.

“Ah, so that’s what it is? You’re a brat on purpose?”, he smirked then, finding your sudden silence amusing. “You think you’re hot shit, acting all defiant around me when in reality, you need to be put in your place.”

Your cheeks blushed, both confused and aroused at the sudden change in the dynamic between you two. Have you thought about Miguel like this? Sure, once or twice. But the big scary Spider-Man was a tough nut to crack, so instead, you compromised for teasing. There was no way he would act out on those very sudden desires, right? Right?

Oh how wrong you were.

“You put up a show all the time when you just want some attention. Ain’t that right, muñeca?”, Miguel said, leaning his face closer to yours so the tips of your noses barely touched. He was teasing you, playing with the idea of giving you something you didn’t even know you would crave. His grip tightened around your neck the slightest bit, bringing your attention back to him when he spoke again, “I asked you a question, answer me.”

“Y-Yes”, you stuttered, the neurons in your brain working just enough to formulate one word. At this rate, you could feel your body warming up with how Miguel spoke to you. It felt taboo to be in this situation right now, but some part of you wanted to indulge in this small fantasy.

“Hmmm, maybe I’ll remind you where you belong so you can stop acting out. You want that?”, Miguel’s voice was playful now, noticing how your blush intensified the closer he leaned down. One of his hands reached for your hip, bringing you closer to him while the other stayed on your neck, your jaw tilting up towards him. It was an invitation, a calling for a kiss, or whatever else he may have in mind.

“Fuck, yes”, you found yourself saying a bit too quickly, your brain telling you to just shut up and listen to him for once, to relieve whatever tension the both of you have developed for so long. Miguel took one last look into your eyes before he closed the distance between you two, his mouth meeting yours with force.

Your lips meddled together in a flurry of need, a mess of tongue and teeth as you both forgone all sense of professionalism. These weren’t the lovely, soft kisses one would expect from someone they’d been pining after. They were possessive and dominating. Miguel’s grip on your hip tightened, pinning you to his body as you stood chest to chest. He practically loomed over you, needing to crane your neck up to kiss him properly. You moaned when his tongue slipped between your lips, grazing the roof of your mouth and curling around your own. The hand wrapped around your neck slipped from its grasp to cradle your jaw, stroking your cheek in a way that opposed the harsh kisses he gave you.

When Miguel pulled away for a breath, your face was slightly flushed with plush lips to match. His thumb caressed your bottom lip, pressing into it and looking at you with newfound desire. He sighed when your lips closed around it, sucking it into your mouth gently and tracing the bottom of his digit with your soft tongue.

“You just need something in your mouth to be good right?”, he smirked, pressing the pad of his thumb on the middle of your tongue as you hummed against him with a nod. The red in his eyes darkened, watching you stare at him in desire. Miguel chuckled, taking his thumb out of your mouth and stepping away from you slightly with a toothy grin on his face.

“Let’s see if you can do more with your mouth than just piss me off”, he grunted, his voice dropping an octave as he pushed you down to your knees in front of him. If you thought Miguel looked big before, he looked much larger in comparison now, the shadow of his body swallowing you whole.

You looked up at him needily, your attention diverting to the bulge hidden underneath his spider suit. Mouth watering at the sight, your eyes widened when part of his suit disappeared in pixelated bits, his hard cock bouncing towards your cheek. An unintentional gasp slipped out of you, biting your bottom lip and rubbing your thighs together as your lower gut bubbled in warmth. Now you know why Miguel acted the way he did, why he was so hard to handle at times. His words and size matched the rest of him, big and intense all around.

“Don’t be scared of it”, you heard Miguel say mockingly, bringing you out of your admiring trance. You could tell despite his dominating demeanor, he wanted to be touched, his cock almost pulsing in front of you.

“Who said I was scared?”, you taunted back, grinning when you saw the same annoyed look Miguel does that seemed reserved for just you.

“You want to prove me wrong? Go ahead then”, his hand went to your hair, grabbing it in his fist as he felt you caressing his tip in light kisses. He sighed when your lips moved under the base of his shaft, kissing the prominent veins that pulsated against your warm mouth. It took everything in him not to thrust into your face, but he knew what you were doing, playing with him even when he was the one in control.

Your breath hitched again when your head was yanked back, ogling him as you saw how pent up he was, how badly he wanted you.

“Don’t fucking tease me. Now open wide baby”, he muttered, putting both of his hands on your head to get any flyaway hairs out of your face. He wanted to burn this picture into his memory, taking in the view of you having his dick down your throat for the first time.

Slowly, your lips wrapped around his member, encasing him in your hot mouth as you relaxed your jaw to take more of him. You didn’t know if you would be able to take all of him at once, but you sure as hell were gonna try. Breathing in through your nose, you moved further down, feeling more of him resting against your tongue before deciding that was enough for now.

With a gentle tug of your hair, you pulled back, moving your head over him while one of your hands went to his thighs for support. Your other hand held him at the base, jerking the rest of his cock that couldn’t fit. He groaned shamelessly, letting you have a small bit of control as your tongue traced over the underside of his length. It felt good, better than he imagined, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes to immerse himself in the pleasure.

You hollowed your cheeks out, bobbing your head harder while taking more of him into your mouth. Tasting the saltiness of his precum against your tongue, you moaned around him, his fingers tightening around your head as you kept working over him, not caring for the slight tingling in your jaw.

“Knew you were good at this”, Miguel mumbled, his fangs digging into his bottom lip as he watched you. You looked almost precious to him, your hand growing slick with saliva along with the rest of him, your lips pinker than usual. He couldn’t help himself, grabbing the top of your head and thrusting towards your face.

You choked a bit at the action, the sudden intrusion forcing him all the way down the base of your throat until he pulled his hips back. He did it again, pushing your face against his pelvis until your nose rubbed into the soft brown curls against his skin.

“See how pretty you look when your mouth is shut? Just get your throat fucked like the slut you are, taking me so well”, he lost himself to the sensation of you deep-throating him, struggling to take all of him at once. But you tried, your hands on the top of his thighs as you happily let him fuck your face.

Tears started to gather on your lash line the more forceful Miguel got, an audible gagging sound filling the room every time he plunged deeper into you. Spit was coating your chin and cheek, his balls hitting your face with every drive of his hips. Blowing someone wasn’t new to you, but the way Miguel used you to get off intensified the burning heat in your gut. Hearing the sounds he made, feeling how he throbbed and twitched in your mouth, how his thighs slightly shook the closer he got to his climax. It was arousing seeing him like this, and you enjoyed it like it were your favorite movie.

“I want to cum down your throat, you gonna let me?”, Miguel asked, sweat starting to build up on his hairline as he looked down at you. Your eyes were hazy, pupils dilated and almost lost as they met his. He could feel your harsh breathing against him, the drool pooling in your mouth, and the vibration of a pleasurable hum as you answered him with enthusiasm.

“Mierda, swallow it all for me, I don’t want you to waste a drop”, he said hastily, thrusting up into you a few more times before he shuddered with a loud grunt. Miguel’s hips stayed flush with your face, tears dropping down your cheek as you choked around him and felt him cum down your throat. You clutched his thighs, breathing shakily and trying to remain calm to the best of your ability. He felt you constricting around him, taking everything he had to give while his fingers dug into your scalp.

With ease, Miguel pulled his hips back, watching you catch your breath. You moved your head up, opening your mouth to show him how you followed his directions, no traces of his release left behind. Not a single drop was wasted. For the first time since you’ve been in the same room with him, there was a smile on his face.

“I should give you a treat for being so good to me just now”, Miguel purred at you, bringing you back onto your feet and kissing you deeply. He could taste himself against your tongue, groaning into your mouth as he chased the flavor of his release. You clung to him, gasping when you felt a claw on your back tearing at your spider suit as he slipped it down your body, leaving you bare before him.

“Fucking hell Miguel”, you whined against him, the brisk air of his lab making your nipples hard, biting your lip when a rough thumb caressed a perked nub. He was handsy and impatient, lifting you up by the bottom of your thighs and bringing you to a spare desk on the other side of the room. You sat on the cool surface, legs instantly parting for Miguel as his hips pressed against yours.

With hungry lips, they wrapped around your other nipple, sucking lavishly and humming around it as his hands explored over you. His other free hand trailed down your stomach, gracing your bare hip and reaching towards your warmth. Your hands went to his brown hair, running through the strands and arching towards his touch as a thick, calloused thumb ran circles on your clit.

“You always get this wet when you have dick down your throat?”, he chuckled, releasing your nipple to kiss your neck, nipping the soft skin while he continued his rubbing. You couldn’t even answer him, throwing your head back to grant him more skin to touch and crying out when two of Miguel’s fingers slipped inside you.

The soft squelching that filled the room was almost embarrassing, feeling your arousal drip onto his skin with every plunge of his digits. You were already so wet and pent up from the earlier usage of your throat for Miguel’s pleasure, sending you that much closer to the edge. With a flick of his wrist, his fingers curled into the soft spot inside you, your thighs twitching under him and pulling another whimper out of you.

“Please, fuck please”, you gripped onto his bicep, grinding your hips against his hand to chase your own pleasure. Miguel’s sharp eyes observed you, watching every stutter you gave him and how your eyebrows creased the closer you got to your climax. He was mesmerized by your soaked heat, knuckles deep into you and hitting every sensitive spot he could find.

“So needy, fucking into my hand like a whore. You want to cum on my fingers muñeca?”, he said against your ear, biting on the lobe as you shook underneath him and weakly nodded. His thumb came back into the mix, rubbing fast circles on your clit that made you keen. You were dripping down his wrist, your hot walls fluttering around him and your nails leaving indents in his biceps from where you held on to him.

“Cum for me so I can fill your pussy up just right”

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, closing your eyes and mewling out Miguel’s name in the crook of his neck. He groaned at how tight you got, sucking his digits deeper into your body as you flexed around him with trembling legs. He didn’t stop moving his hand against you, making sure to milk your orgasm as much as he could. With a soft kiss to your lips, he pulled his touch away from your center, marveling at how your fluids glistened in the dim light of his lab. Staring at you lustfully, he slipped his fingers into his mouth, savoring your taste with a lewd sigh.

“I’ll get a better taste of you later, but for now let me fuck that defiant attitude out of you”, Miguel said, his hands going to your thighs and lifting them up. He put one of your legs on his shoulder, bending down closer to you as your back was resting on top of the desk. You could feel how hard he was for you again, grinding his length against your wetness, his tip bumping into your clit deliciously every time.

“Just fuck me, please Miguel”, you begged, clenching around nothing and feeling how badly you needed to be filled with something. You expected some sly comment from him, but he surprised you, positioning himself above your entrance and pushing forward.

“You’re so fucking tight. No wonder why you act the way you do”, he hissed at the way you throbbed around him. He didn’t stop moving until his body was flush with yours, reaching the deepest parts inside you and stretching you so deliciously you whined. It would be an exaggeration to say you felt him in your chest, but you swear you could.

A choked moan left your throat when he pulled his hips back to pound into you again, setting a rough pace from the start. The smell of sex started to fill the lab, Miguel’s face digging into your neck and biting the skin as he huffed under his breath. He leaned forward towards your body, your leg that he had on his shoulder bending towards your chest, making him slip deeper into you. You yelped at the action and fucked back into him, your hips meeting his with an audible slap.

Miguel was unrelenting, his hands digging into the plush skin of your thighs and hips as he looked down at where your bodies met. His pelvis rubbed into your clit with every stroke, tilting his hips the slightest bit to hit your g-spot every time he plowed into you. The annoyance he once felt towards you evaporated from his mind, now only focused on screwing you into the desk. It was a lot, he was a lot, but all you could do was be good and take what he gave you with no complaints, holding on to the edge of the desk so tightly your knuckles turned white. He was also silently thankful his lab was farther away from everything else, his ears taking in every delectable sound that came from your bruised lips unabashedly.

“You’re so loud. Do you want the entire HQ to hear how much of a slut you are? Letting your boss fuck you like this for being a brat”, he teased in your ear, feeling you clench around him as he increased the intensity of his thrusts against you. You liked the mix of his degrading and praise, common sense so far gone from your current mind that it left you stuck on cloud 9.

The sneaky hand on your hip moved down your body again, rubbing the pulsing nub as you rambled incoherently against him. He could feel you getting close, doing everything in his power to ruin you for any other person, if that were even an option. You didn’t have it in you to warn him of your impending release, your thighs shaking against his body. But he already knew, slamming harder into you to the point where the desk underneath you screeched against the floor. He was getting close too, his eyes trailing down your body and seeing the white ring at the base of his cock.

“You’re so close baby. Need you to cum around me so I can fill you up, let everyone know who’s fucking you so good”, Miguel grunted against your ear again, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders and clinging to his body. Your nails dug into his back, scratching down the firm planes of muscle and leaving angry red streaks in their wake. He shuddered at the touch, growling into your skin and biting at your shoulder.

Head thrown back in ecstasy, the tension in your gut snapped as you spasmed and wailed under him, the pleasure overwhelming you the second time around. Miguel held on to your hips to keep you from jerking against him, whispering praises into your ear and telling you how good you were, how good you felt squeezing around him. His pace grew sloppy, pumping into you a few more times before his release hit with a guttural moan. Cursing in Spanish under his breath he came inside you, filling you to the hilt with some of his seed spilling out of you.

The both of you panted against one another, Miguel’s body slowly relaxing as he placed one final kiss against the new marks he left on your neck. He lifted his head back to look at you, your eyes half-lidded and face flushed as you caught your breath. Your heart was going a mile a minute, knowing your body would feel sore, but you felt satisfied beyond measure. With a hiss and much protest, Miguel pulled his softening length out of you, watching his cum slip out of your slit and run down your thigh.

“You okay?”, he asked, his voice no longer laced with anger or irritation. You nodded, licking your lips as you tried to find words for him, but your mind was still fogged with the high you just experienced.

“You should listen to me more often you know. I don’t want you causing any more trouble”, Miguel told you, voice softer than usual as he caressed the soft skin of your quivering thigh.

“And what’s the fun in that if this happens when I piss you off?”, you told him, a dopey grin on your face as your eyes met his. The same mischievous glint he always found was there again, something he initially hated now being something he wanted to see more often.

“Then I’ll hold you to it. Don’t be surprised if I put you in your place again”

“I’m looking forward to it, Miguelito”

He found himself chuckling at that, the nickname that made the hairs at the back of his neck rise in aggravation now felt like a blanket of comfort. He knew down the line this wasn’t the end of your antics, that you would continue to get on his nerves. Only this time, he found a way to get something out of it.

Maybe just maybe, having you around wasn’t so bad after all.

©️ ovaryacted 2023

[writing-until-i-drop]

Marking | Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader | wc: 374

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! Hickeys, biting, kinda dirty talk? no actual smut, it's short, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Bradley had been unbelievably clingy since getting back from deployment. Every second he wasn’t at work, he was attached to your hip. Not that you were complaining. It was Saturday and you were both off work, lazing in bed. You were propped against the pillows, strolling through social media, while Bradley laid with his head on your chests, humming softly. 

“Can I give you a hickey?” Bradley mumbled, nuzzling his face into your breasts, muffling his voice. “Maybe two?” 

“Feeling a little possessive?” You teased, tossing your phone to the other side of the bed. Bradley nodded, “Okay, baby, mark me up.” Bradley perked up, lifting his head for the first time in over an hour. You leaned down, lips meeting in a gentle kiss that put a smile on your face.

“Sit on my lap, honey, and take your top off.” Bradley rolled off of you and onto his side of the bed, you didn’t have the heart to point out that he was now sitting on your phone. You straddled his lap, pulling off the shirt of his you had worn to bed. One of Bradley’s hands rested on your back, bracing you, and the other cupped the back of your neck. 

Bradley’s eyes were filled with desire, taking in every inch of your exposed skin. You had to bite your lip to keep from squirming on his lap and escalating things before he even got started.

“You’re going to look so pretty all bruised up for me,” Bradley kissed your collar bone, “Everyone’s going to be able to look at you and know you’re mine.” He moved up to your neck, “Tell me you’re mine, honey.”

“All yours,” Your voice was ridiculously breathy, even to your ears but you didn’t have it in you to be embarrassed. “Are you going to…?” Bradley chuckled, pulling away from where he was marking the front of your throat.

“You want me to?” 

“Pretty please, Lee?” Bradley kissed his way to your shoulder before gently biting down, “Fuck, baby.” You had discovered an affinity for his love bites after Bradley had gotten a little too carried away going down on you, leaving bite marks and hickeys all over your thighs. 

“So fucking good for me.”

[sourpeachsayshi]

corruption kink with geto 👀

 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: yandere brother gojo; gojo & geto are enemies; corruption; loss of virginity; unprotected sex; sorcerer au; dub con - wc: 374

"you shouldn't even be here-" suguru whispers, scolding you with a shake of his head as he points out the obvious, his robes coming undone. "satoru will be furious."

"you-" you gasp, the stretch between your legs burning with pleasure while your eyes squint at him with frustration. "you told me to come..."

"and you listened?" suguru teases cruelly, raising his brow as he rolls his hips. his shifts his gaze to focus on his dick sliding between your wet folds, the warmth of your cunt prompting him to bite his lower lip with sheer satisfaction.

it was - in fact - quite foolish of you, but suguru knew exactly how to play on your innocence. you were naive enough to think that his letter of wanting to "make amends" with you brother was sincere, because now that he has you trapped there is no letting you go. and what better way to seek revenged on the most powerful sorcerer than by fucking his sister who he is so overprotective of. satoru never once let any man come close to you, shielding your innocence like his life depended on it.

and what good did that do him?

suguru knew you were drawn to his darkness. understood that he could lure you in with a hook of his finger and a single come hither motion. you were desperate for some excitement, which is exactly how you wound up tangled between in his sheets.

his large hands squeeze your tits, his thumbs rolling over your swollen, tender nipples. he shouldn't be fucking you raw, but he convinced you that it'll feel even better, and with the way you were moaning so, so sweetly for him it only proved him correct.

and maybe, just maybe, he had other intentions lingering in the back of his mind.

by taking the one thing that satoru gojo loved the most, and keeping it for himself.

you don't have an answer to his question, but he knows your flustered, questioning every single you decision you made leading up to this point. it only fuels his desire, motivates him to thrust harder and deeper inside. filling you up so good you would never crave another man and would always come crawling back to him.

send me a kink & I'll share a secret with you

[kittensinribbons]

being ghost's favorite medic has to be the best feeling in the world. there's just something about being the only one allowed to touch him when he's at his weakest ♡

wc: 374

clingy ghost, ghost having the self-awareness of a scalpel

cw: no caps since this is just a drabble, mention of injury

every time he and 141 come back, ghost would be the only one hurt. it wasn't on purpose, he swore, even though he could have dodged that shrapnel or that bullet. he swore it was old age, alcohol, soap's nonsense, anything. not that anyone bought it.

sure, maybe price should have cared a little more about the puppy eyes ghost was developing for you, but it's the most pliant he's ever been about going to get patched up, so he keeps his mouth shut.

when ghost gets back from his missions, he's always ready to sink into you. you're soft and warm and so, so inviting, always willing to set aside for him unless you have a patient. and even if you do, no matter what, he'll wait for you. the other medics have stopped trying. they know the only way for them to get anywhere near him is for ghost to have passed out from blood loss.

when ghost gets back, he's always desperate to touch you and hold you again. his body would meld with yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his covered face into your neck. in his desperation, through the mask, he would even try to kiss your skin. "simon, your wound," you would say, trying to get to it.

"'s not important," he would slur, already drunk off of you. but simon was never one to hold you like he would lose you. he was more scared of hurting you than losing you. "missed you."

and softly, though you always sighed, you'd smile. as you would turn to face him, simon's head would lift, like a dog's head as something caught his attention. and you'd give him the softest, gentlest kiss, then reply, "i missed you, too.

when ghost gets back, it always ends with you on his lap as he sits on the cot, because you can never get this man to detach himself from you for more than a few seconds. with him peppering kisses on you through the mask because only you get to see his face. with him grumbling and complaining (whimpering and whining) his way into you staying five more minutes, until five more minutes becomes a few more hours.

[st7rnioioss]

ੈ‧₊˚ chris sturniolo masterlist

all my current work highlighting chris sturniolo!｡ﾟ‧ ₊ ꒱

here you can find my.. info main masterlist taglist

˚ ೀ｡˚ one-shots

migraine [ wc. 547 ] ↳ content warnings: kissing, fluff.

hotel room [ wc. 1.8k ] ↳ content warnings: smut, dom!chris, creampie, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!!) kissing, swearing, not proofread.

car video [ wc. 1.09k ] ↳ content warnings: kissing, flirting, chris and reader being annoying, a lil suggestive towards the end.

come thru [ wc. 995 ] ↳ content warnings: SMUT, p in v, fingering, mentions of edging, creampie, breeding kink kinda?, degradation, dirty talk, toxic relationship, BAD aftercare. smut w no plot. not proofread!

3 times chris recorded you waking up, 1 time nick recorded both you and chris [ wc. 1.3k ] ↳ content warnings: pure fluff, swearing

possessive chris? [ wc. 374 ] ↳ content warnings: smut, fem. masturbation, fingering, cocky!possesive!chris

˚ ୨ৎ* series

when are you gonna marry mommy? part 1 [ wc. 1.2k ] ↳ content warnings: none, fluff, not proofread!

i'm marrying mommy part 2 [ wc. 1.3k ] ↳ content warnings: fluff, cursing, kissing, nothing really!

i married mommy part 3 [ wc. 1.2k ] ↳ content warnings: swearing, fluff, kissing, smut, p in v, kinda cuts off as they get reeaaally freaky

*ೃ headcanons

touch starved!reader x chris hc’s [ wc. 621 ] ↳ content warnings:

snaps from nick, but chris likes you part 1 snaps from nick, but chris likes you part 2 snaps from nick, but chris likes you part 3 snaps from nick, but chris likes you part 4 snaps from nick, but chris likes you part 5

↳ content warnings: fluff, flirting, mentions of nudes, boobs, sex, masturbation in part 3 and 4.

snaps you'd take of chris as his girlfriend ↳ content warnings: fluff, flirting

dealer!chris x bambi reader [ wc. 1k ] ↳ content warnings: mentions of drugs/weed, drug dealing, smut, p in v, kissing, unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, kind of bigdick!chris?, creampie, not proofread!

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cool spider.. - all credits goes to @gamermattssgf!

© st7rnioioss. all rights served. please do not repost, copy or steal any work of mine without giving credits and asking for permission first.

[gimmenctar]

Jaemin + praise

sexo por telefone, dirty talk + praise wc: 374

Sua boceta está pingando para Jaemin e, infelizmente, ele não pode tocá-la. Apenas admira a imagem na tela do telefone, deitadinho na cama do hotel, enquanto a própria mão masturba o pau rijo encharcado de lubrificante. 

“Você é tão linda, princesa. Que bocetinha linda, toda minha. Quero tanto te foder agora, arrombar você toda.” O prazer sempre expõe o melhor de Jaemin. Ele rasga elogios ao pensar nas vezes que foderam de todos os jeitos, você sempre é tão boa para ele.

As palavras dele te arrancam um gemido, mesmo que ainda não esteja se tocando. Você presta atenção no namorado, somente. Ele brinca com a cabecinha carente e melada com os polegares, e você aperta os próprios seios ao se lembrar de como é sentir o gosto dele na língua. 

“Minha princesa não vai gozar pra mim?” 

“Só quando você acabar, Nana.” 

Ele geme, está perto. A sua voz doce quando chama o nome dele é sempre gostosa de ouvir. 

“Me ajuda, neném. Deixa eu te ver se tocando.” 

Sempre faria o melhor para o seu Jaemin. Ele assiste com os olhinhos semicerrados quando você chupa os próprios dedos e leva até seu centro, o alívio transparece no seu gemido satisfeito. Finalmente um contato. 

“Tão obediente, minha princesa. Tão gostosa assim. Safada.” Ele soa fora de si, os barulhos do outro lado da tela ficam mais molhados. 

Você circula o grelo inchado, encontrando o pontinho certo. Está muito sensível, sabe que vai gozar rapidinho e junto com ele. 

“Você faz tão melhor do que eu, mas, ah- vou gozar, amor.” 

Seu anúncio é dengoso, faz a cabeça do namorado girar. 

“Deixa eu ver essa buceta de perto, amor.” Você reposiciona o celular, ficando inteiramente à mostra na câmera. “Porra, muito gostosa. Quero te encher inteira do meu leitinho. Vai, amor.”

Dos seus lábios escorrem os gemidos que Jaemin tanto ama, e ele finalmente goza. Os jatos de porra sujam ele inteiro enquanto ele xinga os palavrões que estava reprimindo. 

“Goza pro seu Nana, princesa. Minha putinha é tão gostosa.” 

Não demora para gritar o nome do namorado e finalmente atingir o orgasmo sob a visão atenta dele, se desmanchando na chamada de vídeo. Ele precisa voltar logo para você, precisa de muito mais.

[astrozuya]

☆ SMILE, huening kai.

❛ huening kai x male!reader. fluff. wc: 374. warnings: established relationship. lowercase intended.

❛ request: huening kai + 'smiling in between kisses' from list 1.

❛ 500 follower event + event masterlist

it's past midnight when you feel huening kai slip into bed next to you.

his hot breath tickles your ear as he wraps his arms around you. "hey, pretty boy," he says, snuggling against you.

you hum in response, yawning and turning around to face him.

"hey, hyung. how was your day?" you ask softly, lifting up a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes. there's a hint of concern in your voice as you say, "you look tired."

"it was good," he answers. "we've been busy with the comeback, so i didn't get a lot of time to rest today. how was your day?"

"it was okay," you murmur, hesitating before you tell him, "hyung... you know i'm really, really proud of you, right? i'm one hundred percent sure that this comeback is gonna be amazing, so don't stress yourself out over it too much, yeah? i know you think you always have to be cheerful and positive, but it's okay to feel upset sometimes. you have to take care of yourself, hyuka."

kai is silent for a while. you're worried you might've offended him, so you're about to apologize, when you hear him laugh.

he presses a kiss to your lips. you can feel his lips curve up in a smile as he peppers your face with kisses.

when he pulls away, he's still laughing, eyes crinkled in happiness.

"what's so funny, hyung?" you ask, glad to see him smiling.

"i'm just really happy right now," kai says. "i'm warm in bed with my amazing, cute, adorable, pretty boyfriend! why wouldn't i be happy?"

you lower your eyes, embarrassed, as you whine, "ahh, stoppp."

"nope," he laughs, "shall i go on? hmm, you're handsome, sweet, funny, aaand basically, you're perfect."

you hit him with a pillow, smiling as you whisper, "the same goes for you, hyuka."

huening kai yawns and pulls you closer, arms around you. the last thing you see before you fall asleep is his pretty face, eyes closed, with a smile on his face.

it's a genuine smile, not the one he flashes at cameras. it's a smile that's reserved only for the people he loves the most— and that includes you.

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D13 with Dan "Drilla" Moloney x female reader?

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Squirting (18+)

Dan "Drilla" Moloney x f/Reader

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: smut under the cut. Anal sex. Use of a toy (dildo) squirting. Cum. Unprotected sex.

Requested by @hooks-martin .I hope you like it.

WC: 374

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D13: Squirting

Her head was flung back against my shoulder.

Her feet were resting on my thighs.g

Her hands gripping my forearms, as I thrust in and out of her ass.

Soft whines fell from her lips as I thrust the dildo in and out of her pussy.

Her body was overstimulated by this point. I have been fucking her ass for who knows how long now, and every single time she was about to cum, I would pull the dildo out of her pussy, making her cry out in frustration.

"Please Dan." She cried out as I sped up my pace of the dildo. I just smirked at how wet she was. I could hear how wet she was.

I angled the dildo just so, to hit that spot inside her pussy.

"Come on baby, I know you can hold on a bit longer." I moved her sweaty hair from her neck and kissed the spot behind her eye gently, as she shook her head no.

She had tears falling from her eyes by this point. Trying to be a good girl for me and not finish without me saying so.

I knew she would do everything in her power to hold on.

I started to thrust up into her ass faster, as well as fucking her with the dildo.

Then out of nowhere, she let out the loudest scream I have ever heard from her.

I felt a gush of wetness on my hand as the dildo was pushed from her body.

Her body was shaking and twitching, as I looked over her shoulder, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw what happened, and when I saw what happened, I came. Thrusting up into her like a wild man, not believing that I made her squirt.

I came, grunting out her name as I filled her ass with my cum.

Her body was still shaking as it was still overcome with pleasure.

Even when I laid us out our sides, she was still twitching.

"I fucking make you squirt." I said, making my own ego slightly bigger.

"Ohh calm it down Dan. It was a one time thing." She said, before she instantly regretted it.

I always love a good challenge.

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WC: 374 CW: gore, violence

His voice quieted, not because he had nothing else to say, but because his own bloodlust and that of his beasts drowned it out. Bubbles and jagged cuts of light banded my eyes as the sea curled and swept across my visage, pressing my body into a sharp, lance-like shape. He’d been right in saying my legs were useless but so were my other human features. Who would want for them when a master of the depths neared himself to one’s heart? When he forged one into a thing which called the  sea home?

The creatures beside me roared, the right one throwing itself against the hull of our prey, the left following soon after. Above the waterline, faint screams, rippling like ghostly echoes along the churning surface of the sea. With a few strong pumps of what were once my legs, I propelled myself out of the water and drew my spear, impaling some unfortunate as I landed upon the deck. Screams and alarms of all sorts rang out clear as the shrunken but still powerful tentacles of both krakens towered up out of the water, wrapping themselves around the masts and snapping them like twigs. 

I swam through splintered wood, fallen sails, tangled line, and terrified limbs, skewering chests and tearing through throats with my taloned hands. Others I greeted with the precious kiss and embrace of my new tentacled limbs, their skin and muscles left dangling from their bones, slick and plump. Forbidden filets. Agony and the scent of blood clouded the air and a hunger rife with desperation boundlessly deep blossomed in my belly. I abandoned all earthly possessions, seizing the first body I could find and sank my teeth into it. Its flesh swelled between my bite, like sea foam frothing against a rocky shore.

“Behold my gift, surface dweller…”

The flesh and muscle split and popped in my mouth. It burned. It stung. It hollowed me out from the inside, battling all that I was, all that I could be, to remain a separate wonder. 

“Revelry. Consumption. Do you feel it?”

The beasts dragged down the bodies of still screaming and butchered men, silencing them in their giant maws beneath the waves.

“When they feed, so do you.”

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#3. Embrace/Blood

Selfshiptober 2024 | [WC: 374] / hehe here's day 3 w/ Blade; love him <3 anyway i hope you enjoy ^^

Blade glances up as he hears the faint sound of someone running through the hallway, the hint of a smile on his lips. He doesn't stop wrapping the bandage around his bicep, and he's securing it into place when the door bursts open.

"You're back." The relief in those words makes his heart clench, though he scoffs softly in response.

"Of course. That was hardly a difficult mission," He says. His eyes raise to meet hers and something in him softens at the concern in her eyes. "I'm fine."

"You're hurt," She retorts and he chuckles. He crooks a finger at her and watches as she slowly approaches the bed.

He takes her hand once she's close enough, his thumb brushing soothingly over her knuckles. "It's just a few cuts, angel. Nothing that won't heal quickly."

Her expression flickers a little unsurely before she sighs and steps forward, throwing her arms around him tightly. Blade's good arm shifts to wrap around her just as tight, pulling her into his embrace.

She relaxes over the course of the hug, something about his scent and the sound of his heartbeat under her ear soothing her more than his words did. Her hand reaches up and settles gently over the bandage, a soft golden glow emanating from her fingers.

He wants to roll his eyes, tell her how unnecessary healing him is - that his body heals quick and he'll be better before she knows it. But he also knows the helpless feeling he gets when she's the one injured, that even though the healing energy in her body heals her just as quickly, seeing blood on her cuts sharper than any sword could.

So he lets her tend to him. He doesn't deflect when she asks if there are any other cuts but simply shows her their location and lets her bandage and heal them the best she can.

If only because she hugs him tightly again when all his injuries have been tended to. Because she cuddles up close and lets him get his fill of her body against his, something he's been missing during the time they've been apart.

Or maybe because he'd do anything for her.

Heh, why not all of the above?