#yeess... good

[peapod20001]

Aha ahmmmm. Thinking too hard </3

[funkyyogrrt]

FUCK YOU I GAVE HIM A TOP HAT 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

CHARACTER BELONGS TO @jellimoria

THANK YOU JELLI FOR MAKING ANOTHER HOT MAN

[cullxtheherd]

@holmestheheart continued from [🆇]

HAHHAHJDFH this has been in my drafts a hot second but heree we goes!

[🆇]

The utterance of his name is so sublime - so near to bridging divine; it washes over him as a frigid, exhilarating tingle somewhere near the base of his spine. He very nearly vibrates with as effervescent and full of grace as he feels in this moment. Awash with her he takes his time taking her in; lingering.

“Careful honey,” A flurry of illicit, blush-inducing images careen through the empty spaces of his vessel; tickling and invasive. He smirks with one half of his mouth, a pseudo-man with a plan, “Down here,” His palms grip the carved arm rails of the chair behind him, resuming his seat slowly; almost painstakingly, “You might not get what you wish for.”

Lucifer crosses one leg over the other with care- tucking and adjusting and he pauses to survey her. Returning the predatory vibe is easy for him pressed securely against the carved and padded backing of his seat; he is, without a doubt, the least vulnerable in this situation. One trim nail rides the lip of another almost audibly before he deigns to speak up. 

“I dunno’,” He uses a timbre to signal that he is clearly teasing, “What I’m gonna’ do with you little one.” He does, though. “Hmm…” He is intentionally rooting around to watch her squirm.

A few beats pass before he sits forward, ass lipping the edge of his seat. Silently he rolls up his sleeves: one by one, painstakingly past his elbows, one fold after the other - tucks them in nicely, too. By all appearances he is readying himself for something.

Palms press against the sides of his head, smoothing hair he knows isn’t out of place. Gripping the arms of the chair he tugs it forward slightly - audibly - and he adjusts his button down shirt when he half settles in.

“I had planned on getting some reading done this morning,” Palms move against stockinged knees, pressing. “But,” Hands travel, fingers tugging into nylon on their ascent - a faint smirk lingers in the outline of his lips, “I suppose . . .” 

Lucifer doesn’t finish instead he lets it hang for, what could be classed as, the longest second to have ever passed. Though she has very clearly given him the reins he still asks a silent permission before charging forward. He waits for? Well. He isn’t sure. A nod? A - ?

She regards him with something that he can only decipher as residing somewhere between fretful and - ? Implorative, he decides. Mouth following he blazes an imaginary trail forwards, lips fervent and attentive.

[planetsage]

i neeeddddd subby cho in your writing

📌 nsfw, sub!cho, f!reader, begging, spit, m rec oral.

choso easily crumbles under your touch with only the slightest whispers of pressure. of pleasure.

weightlessly. like a dried-up little rose petal ready to dust and disintegrate at just the faintest caress. yet, still, his face warmly harbors a spectrum of reds and pinks that flower and spread down the flush fields and ridges of his neck. he looks so pretty like this. his purple eyes big and glassy pooling into yours with a special kind of desperation only he can be so full he overflows with.

“please ca— n you — ohh” he stammers quietly, his voice trailing, teetering off into a raw, needy cry.

and a breath hitches deep, deep, deep in his throat as you move to kiss and spit and drool all over his pudgy bulge, wetness glistening and spreading against the darkening fabric creating a damp, patch that clings obscenely to his poor clothed cock “can i …?”

with very, very deliberate slowness, you move to nuzzle against him, rubbing the warmth of your cheeks against the cool pool of spit that sticks and leaves a thin layer on your skin. looking at your pretty face like this: pushed up against something so dirty, so sinful makes him twitch with guilt. guilt that he’s soo turned on by the nasty sight. his fingers gripping the sheets tightly, his knuckles bleeding white.

“mmhmm?” you hum teasingly when he doesn’t respond. too busy hanging on your every move and trying not to cum in his pants on the spot. the sound vibrates down his cock, as you look up at him through long fluffy lashes, batting coyly, “can i wha baby?” your words come out in muffled little blurbs against his shorts.

the answer he gives you is a strangled little whimper. a barely audible, gasp: “s-stop teasing,” his body taut, so full of tension, muscles coiled up tight as he fights against the urge to just buck into your little mouth, “please”

leaning in with a minxy smile, you press your warm tongue against the damp fabric, tracing the outline of his thick cock with a slooowww stroke, “ooo— oh my god, baby” you feel him shudder beneath you, then you pull back just enough to look at him.

his eyes are screwed shut, plump lips pink and parted in more pretty gasps, “look at you, my pretty boy” you pause to let your tongue poke out and lick your lips, “you want me to take care of you, hm? that what you want?”

before he can even answer, because you already know, you reach up and tug at the stretchy waistband of his shorts, pulling them down juustt enough to free his impatient cock. it springs up and out, so thick and flushed, pretty strings of sticky precum pulling from the wet material, making your mouth water.

he hisses behind pearly clenched teeth and without breaking that delicious eye contact, you pop your mouth open and plug yourself full, inch by inch, pressing the fat of your thighs together at the way he moans and whines for you, the way his hips jerk up uncontrollably, “ye— yeess feels so good like .. like that, please” your tongue flattens against the slit of his fat tip, tasting the saltiness, your lips forming a tight seal around him before you bob your head slowly, teasingly, letting him feel every corner of your mouth’s warm, wet embrace.

you move to take him all the way in, his flushed tip massaging the back of your throat as tears trigger and spill down your face, your nose brushing against his scratchy pubic hair, “sh— shit bab— haah, lookk so pret— ty hnn” his hands fly to your head, fingers tangling in your hair, not to push you down— no. but to hold on, to grab handfuls and ground himself as you suck the literal soul out of him.

you hollow your puffy cheeks, sucking him harder, your head moving faster. his hips start to move too. thrusting shallowly. silently begging for more, for everything.

“so— so close, please let me cum for you. wanna be so good… so— hahah so goood.”

you swirl your tongue around the sensitive head of his cock. spit pools and spills … everywhere, all over your cheeks, slipping down to his fat balls, making you hum in satisfaction, feeling the vibration travel down his length.

you take him deep again, your throat clamping around him as you push him to the brink. his already vice grip on your hair tightens as he pulses and twitches and throbs in your mouth, your warm soft hands working to jerk and massage what doesn’t fit in your little mouth.

“oh my— fu— gonna haahhnhg.. gonna—”

he cries out, a hot, broken sound as he comes for you. thick and salty on your tongue, and you gulp and swallow up every single drop, milking him fucking dry before moving to softly squeeze his balls, coaxing him to give you his all.

and you hold him there. letting him ride it all out as he hiccups and sniffles so cutely.

“mmmm, did so well, baby,” you murmur, your voice soft and soothing, crawling up beside him to place a gentle kiss on his teary cheeks. “suuuchh a good boy”

© planetsage 2024 all rights reserved. no part of this may be reproduced in any form.

[angelltheninth]

Yuji and Sukuna Share You in the Public Bathroom

Pairing: Yuji Itadori x Fem!Reader x Ryomen Sukuna

Tags: nsfw, smut, threeway, mirror sex, competitive sex, rivalry, clit stimulation, gentle to rough sex, creampie, eye contact, name calling, degradation, cunillingus, Sukuna's hand mouth

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters

A/N: It's that time of the month and I'm going feral.

Out of the three of you Yuji was the most patient, he could have waited until you got out of the station, back home to his place, but you and Sukuna had other plans. Mostly it was Sukuna, you just went along with it. That's how you found yourself barely balancing on your feet, gripping the edge of a cold sink, moaning while Yuji fucked you from behind and Sukuna ran his palms and mouths all over your thighs.

"Ya sure know how to pick them, don't ya Yuji? She was pretending to be all nice and tame but fuck her a few times and look at what we got. A real eager slut." Sukuna's tongue licked it's way up your thigh and between your legs, the tattooed appendage pressing against your clit and staying there, feeling you shake.

Yuji groaned against your neck, pressing hot kisses against hotter flesh. He nudged your legs apart with his foot, his hard cock sinking deeper. You knew you should have kept your mouth shut but it was proving to be impossible.

"I told you, we should have waited." He huffed, hips smacking against your ass. "But you got me all riled up baby. And now I have to... I have to... not gonna let him... beat me to it."

"Yuji, keep going. I'm so close, I want to come." Your eyes met his, equally as hungry as wild but still with that underline of softness you're used to from him. Not like Sukuna, not like his mouth wrapping, kissing and sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. "Yeess, oh fuck. Harder!"

"Sweetheart, ya know I love to hear ya, but right now we need ya to be quiet for a bit." The other hand moved up your chin and cheek, tongue licking your skin until it pushed inside your mouth. It was a feeling you still needed to get used to, being stimulated in so many places at once. Your pussy clamped down around Yuji's cock and you moved one leg up on the sink, letting it hit deeper inside you. "Ha, see that Yuji? Our little cockslut wants it so bad. Practically a bitch in heat."

"Beautiful. You're so beautiful when you get like this. You're taking me so well baby. Let me come inside you yeah?" Yuji stumbled, pace growing uneven and sloppy.

You pulled away from Sukuna's mouth while grinding your hips in a circle, riding Yuji's dick and Sukuna's mouth. "I want it yes, need you to come inside me Yuji, Sukunaa-ah! Keep your tongue right there!" It was like you didn't have control of your body anymore, it craved them both, cock, mouth, tongue, all of them, fucking you until you came with a moan that sounded off every wall in the bathroom.

Yuji groaned his release against your ear, nearly snarling, as his cm flooded your womb, overflowing onto the floor.

"Aw, can't be making a mess now can we?" Sukuna chuckled and pushed his tongue into your cunt right as Yuji pulled his cock out. "Come on bitch, one more, give me one more, right on my tongue." You barely bucked your hips against his hand, the thick, long tongue licking inside of you, right up against your sweet spot. "That's it, my good slut." Sukuna hummed against your pussy as you pressed your legs closed and came for the second time, your vision blurry and eyes unfocused.

"Hey, don't pass out. That'd look real bad." You registered the slow flow of water, followed by Yuji's cold hand against your cheek rousing you back to consciousness. "Let's get you home babe."

[eseongsubs]

9:18. kang taehyun.

“Help Me?” Your eyebrows furrow, a particular pout on those lips that he can’t see. Taehyun is blazing with euphoria beyond his wildest beliefs, still half asleep and wriggling around from post-orgasm sensitivity. As you inquire upon him such a question, so sexually, it brings his poor cock right back to life. Taehyun’s short eyelashes flutter over his large crystal eyes currently puffy and rolled backwards in complete exhaustion.

He’s hot, messily so. Sweaty but nicely warm, falling into a trance of whispers chanting one mantra. I’m all yours. You talked to Taehyun so nicely. You coached Taehyun through his orgasm, praised him, cooed at him as his face turned deliciously pink and screwed up in pleasure. He looked high as fuck with his elegant grin, it certainly didn’t fool you when he tried to hide the expression by biting his lip. Taehyun was so sensitive. You woke him right up out of his sleep, told him what a beautiful boy he was, how he needed to start early in serving you because he does such a good job. He can’t help but crave it and the feeling that comes with it.

“—yeess....”

It’s not really like Taehyun had much of a choice. His hair, currently a mahogany brown, flounced and glimmered about his head. The sound of his body shifting over the bed kept him grounded. He almost felt numb, exquisitely trapped beneath you, between your legs, nothing but pleasure and soft affirmations being sung into his skin. Taehyun wants so bad to help you, he wants so bad to please you and make you orgasm that it’s hacking away at his resolve.

He could already cum again.

“hurts.” whimpers your sleepy, dozed off boyfriend. So soft and light that you know he is begging for more. Completely under your control.

“I know baby, but you want to please me. Right?” It’s meant to be teasing but Taehyun’s heart squeezes so much. His foggy, sleepy morning head unable to keep up with the processing feelings of desire to commit to and serve your every whim. Taehyun is so weak, so at your mercy that he could just melt. Sit there forever while you used him like a lifeless dildo. As long as it would make you happy. As long as it would please you.

[rottingworship]

67 and 74 of the smut prompt for masky pleaseee

AAAHHHH YEESS Thank you!!! I love this! I had fun writing it! Thanks for the request! If anyone is curious, the prompts are from this list if you want to send some in too!! This ended up not being as freaky as I wanted, but I'm still getting used to these characters. I hope you enjoy this! P.S. I'm aware marble hornets is not creepypasta, I'm just enjoying myself right now :)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI!, thigh riding, slight degradation, AFAB!Reader (no pronouns used for reader though!)

Prompt: 67. "did you touch yourself while i was gone" 74. "the only way you're getting off is on my thigh"

You do not expect your boyfriend to come home so early. He was out ‘working’, and you thought you at least had one night alone.

You lay in your bed, curled up, wearing one of Tim’s shirts. And that’s it. Deep in REM sleep, you are completely unaware of the door of your house opening. Oblivious to the stalking up your steps. Deaf to your door creaking open.

You only come to consciousness when you hear your name being spoken. You sit up in bed, letting out a short yell when all you can register is someone in a mask standing at the end of your bed. You rub your eyes and focus. You realize it’s Masky. You aren’t sure if you are relieved or more unsettled.

“What-”

He interrupts you. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

Your eyes widen. You notice your panties in one of his hands. His head slightly cocks to the side as he waits for your answer. “Yes.” It’s all you can muster. Your panties drop from his hand, and he motions for you to get up. You don’t hesitate to move. You throw your legs over the side of the bed and stand up. Masky watches you closely. His eyes don’t move from you. You pull at the hem of your shirt, suddenly very aware of everything. Cold air hits your bare legs, and you shift your weight.

“Are you still needy?” His voice is almost mocking.

“Yes.” You respond quickly. You wait for his next move.

Masky sits on the edge of your bed, his eyes watching you the whole time he does so. He pats his thigh and you give him a confused look. He pats it again. You have a feeling there will not be a third time, so you awkwardly walk towards him, hands still gripping the hem of your shirt. Masky’s hands rest on your hips and you swallow hard. You bite your lip as Masky spreads his legs a little wider. You sit on his lap.

“Do you wanna cum, darlin’?” Masky’s eyes don’t leave yours. You nod at him. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” He deadpans.

You stare at him, a deer in headlights. “Oh, okay.” This is definitely a good way to wake up. Masky’s hands grip your hips tighter, and you whine. You begin to grind into his clothed thigh. Masky grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it up. He watches you grind against him. You let out a huff as the friction begins to feel good. You bring yourself onto your tiptoes and grab his shoulders.

“Still so wet…” Masky hums, his hand briefly touching his thigh. You’ve left a stain on his jeans. When you grab his shoulders tighter, bearing down on his thigh, Masky grabs your hips harder. He pushes you down onto his thigh. He begins to bounce his leg ever so gently.

Your grinding does not slow, small whimpers and whines coming from you. “Please,” You whine at him. “I wanna- Wanna feel you!” Your forehead touches his.

“Get off on my thigh and I promise, I’ll fuck your brains out.” You know he’s not lying. Without thinking, one of your hands leaves Masky’s shoulders and one of your finger's ghosts over your clit. But only briefly. Masky is quick to grab your hand and click his tongue at you. “I said, only my thigh.”

You grind harder into him and let out a whine. “Come on!” You huff at him. “At least let me kiss you or something…”

Masky shakes his head. His leg begins to bounce a little more violently and you gasp. You feel a heat beginning to build up in your stomach. You begin to tense, holding his shoulder a little tighter. He’s still holding your other hand. He notices you’re close. His rhythm becomes steady and yours becomes sporadic. You are doing anything and everything to cum.

“Fuck,” You whimper, “I’m close-” You cut yourself off with a moan. Masky steadies you. He releases your hand and grabs your hip again. His eyes are boring into yours. You look up at him and notice his eyes have darkened. You fall back onto the balls of your feet and let out a loud cry. “I’m- shit-” You hiss, coming undone on his thigh. Your entire body is hot and tense, and you can feel your pussy spasming.

“See,” Masky remarks, “that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” You reply with a whimper, your head leaning against his shoulder. “Since you were so good,” he starts, “do you think I should reward you?” His tone causes you to cut your eyes to him. “I’m sure your fingers can’t do what I can.” He says it with confidence, he knows it’s the truth. His fingers are digging into your skin.

“Please,” You begin to beg, “I need you. Only you-”

Your desperation is palpable. Masky laughs. “Such a little slut.” He huffs at you before easily picking you up and putting you on the bed. He is hovering over you. “The night is far from over,” His head cocks to the side, “and I can assure you, I’ll be much better than your fingers.”

[buckyalpine]

Here’s the ask babe!

Like okay, I get it it’s pretty obvious that Bucky absolutely adores her. But what if those intrusive thoughts and insecurities get the best of her? After a couple of fucks here and there, she still thinks Bucky isn’t into her until one party. Bucky asks if she would like to be his date Bc he wants to show everyone his girl. And then she gets all flustered and confused like, wdym? You want me? As in me? You want to show me off?? Not to mention as YOUR girl?? Did we talk abt this? Are you kidding? Then blah blah blah feelings ensue then the party comes and Bucky couldn’t keep his hands off of her, and the plot twist of it all, she was also hot and bothered by bucky’s look. So as a thank you, she pulls Bucky to leave the party early and to bucky’s surprise? There’s a major freak inside her. Literally F R EEEE A K. FREAK LIKE ME YOU WANT A GOOD GIRL THAT DOES BAD THINGS KINDA GIRL JUST HER INITIATING ALL THE FILTHY SEX

Then some good love making lovin lovin 😭💗

18+

YEESS I remember when we talked about this and it made me feral. Here is my feral ass finally getting to write it I love this. SO MUCH. 

Horny horny Bucky is out of his cage with some smutty smut and fluffy fluffff 

-

It all started with you and Bucky being the last two awake after a team game night. At least it started off as a game night until almost everyone got hammered and trudged to their rooms one by one. Except you and Bucky. You continued to nurse a beer while Bucky sipped on the rest of the mead Thor had poured for him. He couldn’t help but glance over to you every so often, his eyes flicking to your bare legs, hardly covered by your tiny night shorts. The pulse in his veins started to travel down south and before he could stop himself, his mouth was already moving. 

“Y’know it’s still game night doll” He smirked, biting his lip while you peeked up at him through your lashes. The fact that you were so shy made him want you even more. Not just to fuck, he genuinely wanted you to be his but that would have to be an actual conversation for when he was sober. 

“Uh huh, what’s on your mind Barnes” You cocked your head, letting the alcohol give you a mini boost of confidence you’d never normally have around the super solider. His mischievous blue eyes twinkled, shifting closer to you till his thighs brushed against yours. 

“We could play another game?” He sounded hopeful and it made you curious because there were few games Bucky actually enjoyed playing. 

“And what game is that?”

“We could play Twister?” 

You could tell by the way he was chewing on his lip, there was more to this than he was letting on. “You really want to just play twister? Just the two of us?” You giggled while he shook his head, inching even closer to you. 

“We could make it a little interesting?”

“How so” 

“I mean we could fold the mat a little...so it’s a little more challenging...”

“And...?”

“Strip every time you slip or fall” He stated, his cock twitching in his sweats. This was 100% the alcohol controlling the squirrel in his brain but there was no going back now. His eyes flicked to the way you squeezed your thighs together, hesitating for a moment before quickly downing the rest of your beer. 

“Fine”

Bucky grinned, getting up to grab the box, spreading out the sheet and folding it slightly so it was a smaller area to play around. He grabbed the spinner, placing on the middle of the mat since there was no one else but you two. 

“Ladies first” He smirked while you shook your head, spinning the arrow, landing on left foot red. You both went back and forth with relative ease until it was your turn to move your hand and you twisted your body awkwardly. 

“Ooof”  Your ass hit the ground with a soft thumb while Bucky snorted, standing up and lifting you with him, his blue eyes still sparkling. 

“So what’s it gonna be” He wigged his eyebrows while you felt your body heat up, throwing him a smirk when you took off your earrings.

“Really? Your earrings?” He sassed while you shrugged, spinning the arrow for a new game. You had managed to last a little longer than the last game but tripped over Bucky’s foot which you swore wasn’t that close to you earlier. 

“You cheated” You huffed, contemplating on what to take off next. There really wasn’t much, you were only in your sleep shorts, an over sized t-shirt and your underwear. 

“Why would I do that doll” Bucky smiled innocently while you narrowed your eyes, smiling triumphantly, taking off a hair tie on your wrist. 

“There” You stuck your tongue out at him while he rolled his eyes, starting a new game. This time Bucky was the one who had fell down. He proudly took off one sock while you stared at him; he insisted it only had to be 1 article of clothing so his 1 sock was perfectly acceptable. Then he fell again. 

“It’s not fair, you’re wearing more clothes than me” You huffed, rolling your eyes as Bucky snorted, smugly taking off another sock.

“If you want to see me naked, just say it doll” He winked while you felt your face heat up, shaking your head.

“Shut up and spin” 

You both continued to spin, both your hearts racing wondering who would have to actually take something off first. You started to feel a little confident until you had to reach across the mat again. 

And you slipped. 

“So, what’s it gonna be now” Bucky gazed down at you, his voice had dropped several octaves.

You bit your lip, grabbing the hem of your shirt and tossing it over your head; you could have sworn you heard him growl as his eyes trailed up and down your body, blinking at the way your nipples faintly poked through your lounge bra. 

New game. He fell. 

His eyes were locked with yours as he threw his t-shirt off, rolling his shoulders back, his metal arm almost glowing under the soft low light of the living room. 

New game. He fell again, smirking as he took his sweats off, your eyes growing wide at the thick bulge that was straining against the fabric. 

New game. You fell. 

You hesitate for moment, keeping your eyes trained on your feel like you wiggled your sleep shorts off.  You stood in your bra and panties while he stood in his briefs. He hummed, not even bothering to hide the way his erection was practically throbbing. 

“Your turn princess, ready for another round?” He whispered, his heart rate picking up, eyes dark as you spun the arrow, your ass brushing right against his cock. He bit back a moan, lightly rolling his hips for more friction to tease you before moving his body around you as you called right hand green. His arm knocked against yours, slipping while he took you down with him. 

Your body landed on top of his, your eyes growing wide when he wrapped his arms around you and rolled your over so you were pinned under him. 

“You fell Barnes, I win” You sassed, squeaking when he rubbed his boner against your panties, smirking at the way you instinctively went to squeeze your thighs together, his waist in the way.

“You’re right baby, guess I gotta take this off, huh?” He straddled you, pulling down his boxers just enough to free his cock, the tip nearly brushing against your lips. You let out a soft moan, your eyes blown with lust, your panties soaked at the sight before you while he cocked his head, stroking his cock in front of your face. “Finish the game in my room?”

That night started it. It was fun. Nothing crazy, nothing complicated, the both of you occasionally fooling around. Sometimes Bucky would come by and hang out in your room, lingering around for longer than necessary until you both ended up on your bed making out. To taking your clothes off. To having your legs spread for him while he railed you with his cock. 

Every single time Bucky came over, he wanted to tell you he liked you, but he hoped you just already knew, his tongue getting tied in knots when he tried to bring up how he felt around you. What he didn’t know was you were equally head over heels crazy for him but you didn’t think he’d ever see you that way. 

You bit your tongue every time you wanted to tell him how much you adored him, how much you wanted him to be yours. Your hands itched when you wanted to cuddle him closer, desperately wanting to shove your face into his chest whenever you saw him. You wanted to curl up on him like a kitten and nap at any time of the day but you were limited to the few moments you had together after sex. 

*****

“Soo...”

“Soo?” You peeked up at Bucky through your lashes, comfortable snuggled in his arms after he had taken you apart with his mouth, He traced some imaginary shapes onto your spine making you shiver. 

“Stark’s having that party and I was hoping...” His cheeks blushed, biting his lip nervously before continuing, “Would you want to be my date doll?” 

You looked at him with wide eyes, pure disbelief etched across your face. You sat up slightly, blinking at him, “You want me to be your date? Are-are you sure? Me?”

“What do you mean sweets? Of course I do and of course you” Bucky pulled you closer to him, chuckling at your shocked expression. “Babygirl, I wanna show you off to everyone. Show everyone this beautiful doll that’s all mine that I adore so much. You’re my girl, baby” 

His girl.

Your cheeks  heated up, feeling giddy on the inside as he cupped your cheeks brining you close so he could peck a kiss to your lips. 

“I’d-I’d really love to, I just-I didn’t think you liked me like that” you whispered, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, toying with the chain of his dog tags while he smiled, tilting your chin to look at him. 

“Why wouldn’t I like you angel, you’re the best thing to even happy to me” He rolled over on top of you, peppering you with a hundred kisses while you giggled, spending the rest of the day thinking about what you were going to wear. 

Party Night 

Bucky scanned the crowd, trying to spot you, his eyes growing wide when he realized it was you sitting by the bar. 

The moment his eyes landed on you, he knew he was fucked. You had no right to look like that. You had always favored your comfy clothes even during party nights, typically going to pants and a cute top over wearing a dress. Until tonight. 

Bucky swallowed thickly, approaching the barstool you were seated at, his eyes trailing from your pretty heels, the delicate strap wrapping around your ankles, up to the soft glow of your legs, a light shimmer covering your body. The thigh high split of your dress made his cock jump, thinking about how easy it could be for him to slip his hands in between-

Fuck. 

The silky material of your dress wrapped perfectly around your body as he couldn’t tell if he wanted to fuck you with it on or torn off. He had to adjust himself for a moment, groaning at the tightness in his pants before making his way over to you.

“Hey pretty girl” Bucky murmured in your ear, kissing your beck from behind, his voice low as he gently moved to hold your waist, your back flush against his chest. “You look gorgeous angel” 

You melted into his touch, turning around to face him, biting your lip when he groaned, gripping you tighter. 

“I know I said I wanted to show you off doll but this-God damn, thank god I know how to fight” He breathed out a laugh, he had already caught a number of other party goers glancing over at you and it made him grin wider. Prettiest doll in the room and you were all his. 

“You should look at yourself Sergeant” Your voice got caught in your throat, the scent of his cologne already making you woozy. He was the most devilishly handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on but tonight? Tonight you were ready to-

“Lets go sit baby” He inturrupted your train of thought, helping you slip off the seat, the both of you making your way over to the lounge where everyone else sat together. You felt your cheeks warm up at the whistles that were directed towards you both. 

“So, you and y/n, huh?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows with a knowing smile while the rest of the team whooped; Bucky sat down at the end of one of the couches, pulling you to comfortably sit on his lap. 

“Mhm, shes my girl” Bucky gazed at you proudly, playing with a loose strand of your hair, finding himself unable to keep his hands off you. 

“Your girl, huh Barnes? You guys look good” Sam threw you a wink, grinning when he saw a blush covering Bucky’s cheeks. “Alright lover boy, I see you, blushin’ like a school boy” 

Bucky didn’t even bother arguing back, letting his hand rest on your thigh, giving in a gentle squeeze. You giggled, hoping he didn’t notice you felt like you were on fire, contemplating on sitting on your hands before you did something stupid. 

What Bucky didn’t know was you were 10 times more riled up than him the second you saw him. He was in all black, a look that left you swooning and soaked between your thighs. He left the scruff on his cheeks and it drove you wild. The silver chain of his dog tags peaked around the collar of his shirt. He noticed you squirming on his lap everyone else lost in conversation while you were struggling to keep your panties from soaking through your dress. 

“You okay doll? 

You nodded, shifting and pressing your face into his neck, though that only made you feel more feral, squeezing your thighs together. 

“What is it babydoll?”

“Bucky?” You whined into his neck, your hands coming down to grip at his shirt, “Let’s go baby” The desperation in your voice caught him off guard, blinking twice before responding. 

“How come doll?” He smiled softly, 

“Because...” You bit your lip while he urged you to continue. You had managed to contain yourself thus far but it was getting harder and harder and with the way he was looking tonight...fuck it. “Fuck, I’ll suck your cock right here Sergeant, you look so fucking good, I’ve already soaked my panties, you-you look so good, I’d ride you right now if I could”

Bucky’s eyes grew wide, you didn’t have to tell him twice. He wordlessly stood up, quickly waving everyone off before he grabbed your wrist, headed straight for the elevators and down the hall towards his room. 

Before he could say or do anything, you pulling your hand from his, moving to cup his cheeks, smashing your lips onto his. Bucky moaned into your mouth, still in shock from what you had said earlier, the both of you making out all the way until the back of his legs hit the bed. 

He couldn’t get any words how as you crawled on top of him, straddling his waist, the strap of your dress falling of your shoulder while you smirked down at him playfully. 

“Let me take are of you tonight solider” You trailed a finger down to his belt, making quick work of it as soon as he nodded, “Sit up” He let you pull him up as you shrugged his blazer off his shoulders, and pulled his shirt off, humming contently before you pushed him back on the bed. He lifted his hips up, helping you pull his pants and brief's off in one go, his cheeks flushed from the way you were biting your lip, he could practically smell how aroused you were. 

Who were you and what did you do to his sweet babygirl.

Not that he was complaining.

AT ALL. 

You moaned, looking at the way his cock jumped against his tummy, while you slipped your dress off, letting it pool around your feet. You stepped out of your panties before kneeling on the mattress between his legs, the tip of his cock silky with precum. 

“You’re cock is pretty” You shifted down, your nose nudging along his shaft, placing feather light kisses until you reached the tip, pulling away. Bucky bucked his hips up in frustration, biting his lip while you cooed, batting your lashes at him. “Look at that pretty pink tip baby, all wet and swollen” Your index finger circled over his slit making him cry out as you gathered his arousal, sucking it off your finger immediately after. “And you taste so good too soldier” 

You were the furthest thing from innocent, you were the devil with a halo and angel wings. 

“I wanna suck you Sergeant, thought about your fat cock down my throat, all night” You bent over to slip just the tip past your lips, gently suckling his cock head, while Bucky thrusted up chasing more of your mouth. He had to force his eyes open while you stuck your tongue out, your hand grasping his cock, dragging his tip all over your tongue, coating it in precum. 

“Oh-oh god” Bucky moaned, you’d sucked him before but never like this, never so filthy “What the fuck are you doing to me baby” 

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his meaty thighs, your shoulders urging them wider as you kissed down to his balls, humming at the salty taste of his skin and his soft natural scent that left you craving move. He whimpered at the feeling of your lips, his cock twitching. 

“Oh, you’re sensitive here baby” You cooed, flicking your tongue down the seam of his balls, nipping the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. “Tell your slut what you want Sergeant, I’ll be a good girl for you”

“Suck my balls, c’mon, put that mouth to use, get’em wet, put them in your mouth baby, they’re nice and full for you-FUCk” His back arched of the bed as you opened your mouth wide, taking both in your mouth, laving and sucking them. You moaned around his balls, while he took your hand and wrapped it around his aching length, guiding you to stroke him.  

“Feel that?” He gazed down at you, panting as he helped you jerk his cock, his head thrown back at the feeling of your soft hands, “You feel how hard my dick is? How thick and swollen is it for you baby? M’so fuckin’ hard and full of cum right now-shit” 

“Yesss, jerk my cock baby, keep using your mouth, play with my balls, feels good” He let go of your hand, bringing it down to card through your hair, pushing you further between his legs. His hips squirming, nearly grinding on your face while he continued to make a mess on his tummy, precum steadily dribbling from the tip. 

“You’re messy Sergeant” You cocked an eyebrow while Bucky smirked, pulling you up by your hair and giving it a few gentle tugs. 

“You make me messy you fucking slut, come here n’clean me up” He guided you down to his lower tummy, where you licked up his happy trail, not wasting a drop. “Yeah, lick it up baby, lick your Sergeant’s mess, you like that? You like getting your sergeant all needy and horny for you?”

You nodded, letting your tongue drag across his abs, your lips sucking off every bit of his silky cream. By now, your thighs were equally stick, your pussy screaming for some type of relief. You straddled him, rubbing the tip all over your clit while Bucky bit his lip, unsure how long he’d last with you on top. 

“Doll..doll what are you-

“M’gonna ride you now baby” You gave him a quick tug before lining him up with your pussy, his eyes growing wide. 

“I-I didn’t put a condom on yet baby-”

“Better hold it and pull out in time” You shrugged, sinking down onto his cock without warning, Bucky eyes rolling back, a deep moan dripping from his lips. 

“OH-Sh-shiiittt-” He could have sworn he had died and gone to heaven, he thought your pussy was perfect before but the raw feeling of your warm cunt was no match. He almost whined from pleasure, his balls tightening against his body. 

“You like feeling my pussy raw baby?” 

“Fuck yes, m’never using a condom with you again, fuck that shit, I’m putting my bare cock in you every chance I get” He groaned, his head thrown back against the pillow. 

“I forgot to tell you Sergeant, I forgot to take my birth control this morning” You gave him a faux innocent pout, rocking and winding your hips as you rode him, “But its too late now, you already put your bare cock in me” 

Okay, now he had died and gone to heaven. Or hell, cause you were nothing but pure sin in this moment. 

“You fucking dirty little slut, you wanted this huh, wanted to fuck you sergeant raw?”

“Wanted to make sergeant a daddy” You shot him a wink that made Bucky 10 times more feral. He planted his feet up, thrusting up into with abandon, all of his curses and moans bouncing off the walls. 

“Go a head then, make me a daddy” He pounded you with all his might as you collapsed into his hold. Bucky’s arms wrapped around your limp body, hugging you tightly to him while he railed you. 

“JAMESJAMESJAMES-I-”

“M’Gonna cum” Bucky moaned in your ear, fucking you faster” Take daddy’s fat fuckin’ load baby, be a good girl and make room for daddy”

“OH FUCK-” Your hands gripped onto his shoulders, your nails leaving crescent shaped intents. The sting just turned him on more. 

“I know, I know, such a tight pussy can’t handle it huh” He panted, chest heaving, body covered in a this sheen of sweat. You gathered yourself together, sitting up again and planting your hands on his chest, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. 

“Fuck, I wanna make daddy cum” You cried you, bouncing on him faster, nearly screaming when he brought his thumb to strum your clit. 

“You’re gonna make daddy blow his load baby, cum with me when you make me a fuckin’ daddy” 

You cried out as your walls started to spasm around him, clenching and squeezing around him. Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off your perfect form, your boobs bouncing, face contorted with pleasure, your skin glistening from sweat as your rode him till he couldn't hold back anymore. 

“You’re gonna make daddy cum-fuck-ride me angel, just like that, bounce on my cock, yesyesfuckyes FUCCKKK” Bucky nearly roared, his cock bursting with cum, painting your cunt with his seed, his cream making a white mess all over his crotch as you continued to ride him through his high. “Good girl, good fucking girl angel, you made me cum so hard” 

“Did I go good Sergeant?” You whimpered, grinding down on his softening cock, while Bucky chuckled, too fucked out to open his eyes. 

“You did-you did amazing angel, c’mere” He pulled you own towards him, keeping his cock buried in you while you hummed contently, wrapping your arm around his waist with your head on his chest. 

“My girl is something else” Bucky panted, kissing your forehead while you giggled, back to your shy self, hiding in his hold. 

“Only for you, sergeant” 

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[wonryllis]

this sunghoon was legendary god why does his english accent (when he's doing it serious lol) sound so fking hot and expensive and so boyfriend like yes he embodied the song kahsksnjs ahhhhh his voiceeeee so hottt "i'd like to be everything you want" sounds so so so so so soooo good YEESS PLSSS BE MY BOYFRIEND

[itsabouttimex2]

Drifting in Seafoam

(I don’t have enough ‘rare character’ bots, so I made one of Ao Guang!)

Suffering is easier to swallow when it comes with an excuse.

Ao Guang has long learned the worth of these words. It’s hard to break free from the relief they have brought him. If he can pretend that there was meaning to the loss that he’s suffered, to the grief he’s endured, then he can bear it with less tears.

His son, Ao Bing, slaughtered and burned by a Celestial Prince. His son. His little prince. His pride and joy. His darling child. His baby boy.

Gone. Reduced to dust. Left to drift in the wind until those motes of flaky grey had settled to move slowly across the waves of the placid eastern sea.

Sometimes, Ao Guang was sure he could feel precisely which current was carrying the remains of his beloved son, whose ashes would forever be cradled and adored by the sea in which he was raised.

“You mustn’t stray from me,” the dignified king instructs, one wrinkled hand reaching to trace the keratin of your draconic horns. “You must never leave my side, Y/N.”

He slowly takes your hands into his own, holding them tight. He’s been through so much, and lived for so long- and still hasn’t so much as mildly faltered in his strength.

“You are so very much like coral,” he sighs, holding tight to your hands. “So bright and colorful. And so, so very fragile. Drifting slowly through life as the world rages around you… I shall never allow you to come to harm.”

Still are you awkward with the forked tongue so “graciously bestowed” upon you, so the most graceful response to be mustered is a sloppy: “Yeth- yeess. Yes. Yes, and th-thank you, Your Highness.”

“None of that,” Ao Guang sternly instructs, brushing some of your hair behind one of your newly pointed ears. “I have taken you as my own, haven’t I? It is no longer appropriate to refer to me so formally.”

You don’t miss the slight weakness in his voice- this isn’t something the king “wants”. This is something he needs.

It’s feels like a personal insult to yourself, giving in so easily. But there’s no point in fighting, no point in arguing.

Not when His Highness now commands so much of your life, and in so many ways.

“Yes… yes, Bàba.”

In the bend of his knees, there’s the slightest bit of quivering. Slowly does the dignified dragon kneel to your level, cupping your cheeks in both of his old and worn hands.

Ao Guang is cold to the touch, but there’s an incredible amount of warmth in his baggy eyes.

He’s been crying, clearly. Only late at night, when no one but you is around to hear, only when you’re wrapped in his arms.

Not that you were awake for any of it. Guang had made sure of it.

“Very good, my child. Now…”

And there’s the moment you were fearing. That trailing beat. The slightest of pauses, where the king is either planning or plotting maybe even questioning next his actions… before going through with them in the simplest way possible anyhow.

“Allow me to make you another cup of tea.”

“Baba,” is your prompt little whine, draconic tongue flicking around in trembling worry. “My hornth- my horns still huu-urt. N’my ears.”

Compassion glimmers in the seafoam hue of his eyes, his gaze softening slight.

“…I’ll make it special for you,” he promises, using one worn hand to pat your head, “and mix in something to help with the pain.”

As he once did with Bing, so long ago. Boil something hot and sweet to soothe cramps and headaches and fevers.

Guang firmly takes one of your hands into his own, pulling you slowly along to the palace kitchen.

The polished tiles click under his boots, each step sinking a further feeling of helplessness into your heart. You always end up wishing that the journey would take longer- but the click, click, clicking lasts so woefully short a time-

And soon Ao Guang’s hands are around your waist, boosting until he has you settled on a wooden chair with restrictively snug armrests and a padded back.

This… this chair was brand new. And with how perfectly it conformed to the fit of your build, it was very likely that your “adoptive father” had it commissioned and custom-built for you.

At the notion of being treated like a troublesome or helpless child, your face reddens. “Ah, b-baba? The n-normal chair ith- is fine…”

“Hush, Y/N,” he starts, grinding several dubious ingredients with a pestle. They crumble quickly under his powerful hand, and are swept into a ceramic kettle with a winding draconic design.

Once Guang fills the lot and moves it over a stove, he continues to speak.

“You cannot hold yourself through the process of transformation, can you? I saw fit to provide you with some measure of comfort, little conch.”

The little nickname slips off his tongue with practiced ease- you clearly are not the first person he used it for.

Still, he says it so genuinely and warmly that it.. it manages to soothe you in some small measure- that is, right until you hear a tittering whistle- and the tea is done.

In small ways does the bereft man dote on you, even as you squirm and bite back a gasp at the dreaded squeal of the kettle. He mixes inside the teapot a combination of honey and sugar and some nebulous white powder, stirring the mixture together with a little silver spoon.

He plates the little white cup and brings it before you, taking the golden handle between two of his old fingers. As he did twice before, and was bound to do many times again- Guang lifts the rim to your lips.

“Little Conch… I cannot wait to see how you change next.”

[the-kr8tor]

Sending a req for zombie apocalypse au like you asked!^^ (Crow anon but I aint signing hehe) I have two ideas for some fluffiness (if you wanna use em!) so I'll lay em out here- 1. As I mention in my daily hobie hc, you try to call his name but you can't get to him- maybe, we'll go 180 here and you manage to get to him/he remembers you, and its like a reunion sorta thing OR 2. You both are zombies and are maybe revisiting places you've had dates before- (wink wink abandoned building date wink wink) Silly fluffy zombie stuff

Yeess zombie au!! I chose the second one! And surprise surprise, it ended up being angstier than I thought it would be lol thank you for requesting! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, CW gore, TW death, CW blood. Zombie AU, Angst.

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

Amidst the haze of death and the fog of rot, Yuri finally finds you. Her heart skips a beat at the sight of your sunken eyes and grotesque infected bite on your neck. Her trigger finger shakes as her scope roams around your bloodied clothes. Drying black splotches of blood marring the familiar jacket you always wore. A sob breaks through her body, tears blurring her vision, she finally found you but it's too late.

She's too late.

Yuri whispers your name, and you stumble out of the dilapidated record shop like you heard her. Out comes another familiar form after you, leather jacket all torn up, jaw unhinged and numerous bites along his leg. Yuri almost screams his name, Hobie. Her hopes are dashed at the sight of his undead body following you. She thought that he would be alive at least, that he's surviving somewhere, but she knows that he can't survive without you. That's probably why when Yuri moves the sniper scope downwards, she sees your hand bound with his. A rope around your wrist and Hobie's, tying you to him, tying him to you. It says everything, it tells a tragedy.

She hoped and wished that she would find her friends after the world ended, hell, she even readied herself that she would find them without a breath in their decaying lungs. But not like this, never like this.

You both shamble off into the streets, as if you're holding each other, as if you're both still breathing, hand in hand, like how she always sees you both. Yuri hesitates to pull the trigger. She remembers everything, from how you laughed at her joke, from how she met Hobie to the last gig with you two before the world went to shit. She misses you both, truly, she would always wake up wondering where you two ended up amidst the chaos. She even relished the thought of not knowing, her mind making up situations of where her friends would be.

Yuri has no idea how to tell Ned.

Her walkie-talkie cackles on her chest, the unmistakable voice of Ned sounds out on the roof she's perched on. “Yuri?” He asks, voice tired.

Yuri clears her throat but the tears still come. “I'm here.”

“Good, uh, I know we're looking for supplies but you know the drill. If you see any signs of Y/N and Hobie—”

“I'll tell you, I know.” She knows Ned's spiel already, it has been almost two years of trying to find you two, two years of Ned saying the exact same sentence. Two years of scavenging the city and the only sign you two have left was Hobie's guitar left on the floor of a pharmacy. That was six months ago. Two years of hope, two years of longing to find you both alive and well. And now that she has, she has no idea what to do now. Especially that you're husks what you and Hobie used to be.

The walkie-talkie cackles to life again. “...okay, thanks. No sign of them on my end.”

Yuri looks through her scope again, following you and Hobie shambles into the old pub where everyone in the band frequents before everyone got separated. Then she realizes, you were both going into places where you two used to go to. The record shop was where you met the rest of the band, where Hobie introduced you to them. She remembers how shy yet excited you were to meet them, and she remembers how Hobie held on to you like someone in the band would shoo you away. No one did, everyone else welcomed you with open arms. That was almost ten years ago now. Yuri wishes she could go back, but she can't.

Every place leads back to the past.

She weeps alone, gloved hand covering her mouth so the noise wouldn't attract the horde below.

Yuri has the urge to come down from her perch to take a good look at you and Hobie. But she knows that she wouldn't be able to pull the trigger once she sees your still intertwined hands closer. She hates herself for not being brave enough to come and say goodbye to her friends, she hates herself for not telling Ned the truth. She hates herself for not finding the both of you sooner.

As the sun sets and the undead below groans lowly, teeth clacking against the other, chomping into nothingness. The sobs Yuri let out has subsided, yet the heaviness in her chest stays. She wonders how long it'll stay.

Seeing movement inside the pub, she looks into her scope to spot you two walking out. For a moment her eyes betray her, she sees you both alive and well, clean clothes on your back, smiling at eachother and hands intertwined like always. Yuri blinks and all she sees is death.

With a deep inhale, she follows you and Hobie throughout your ‘day’. Ignoring James’ and Ned’s calls, she jumps from roof to roof, sniper tied on her back, and mind imagining that it's a regular day for you both. That maybe in your mind’s eye, that you're having a date with Hobie, that maybe in his mind's eye that he's taking you out for a nice day out after a hard week.

She hopes that's the case.

Yuri always thought that there's always a semblance of somebody's life left in them once they turn. You walking into the empty grocery store with Hobie in tow proves it. She wonders if there's a cure, she could possibly bring you both back to life. But the gaping hole in your neck and the angry wound on Hobie's leg says otherwise.

Jumping to another dusty roof, you and Hobie are a lot closer to her now. She could see you both clearly, she wishes she doesn't. From just one good look at the injuries littered around yours and Hobie's rotting flesh, she surmises that her friends have only been dead for two weeks.

Yuri fights a sob from breaking out of her aching chest. She was too late, her mind racing to all the what if’s. Shaking her head, she sees you two wander off to the pier. And she immediately knows where you're going. As you both disappear behind broken boats, Yuri jumps off the roof with a practiced landing. Barely making any sound or letting her knees take the brunt of the fall. A tear escapes when she remembers that she learned how to do that from Hobie.

Trainers thumping softly against the wooden dock. Yuri sees you and Hobie sitting at the end of it, barely moving, still not breathing as you two watch the sunset. Your backs are turned away from her, if you can even smell her from where you sat, you don't take notice of her. Milky white eyes glued at the orange sunset that slowly sinks down into the sea.

Yuri takes out her handgun, breath stuck in her throat as she aims shakily at your heads. Whispering your names, instead of looking over your shoulders to stare and lunge at her warm flesh, you place your heavy head on top of Hobie's shoulder.

Yuri shakes her head, exhaling, you both look so alive like this, peaceful, lives untouched by sorrow and death.

When Yuri returns back to base with Ned frantically running towards her, eyes full of worry, he knows immediately the reason why her eyes are red, and why there's tears flowing down her tear stained cheeks. He knows, and he crumbles to his feet.

[newkatzkafe2023]

How would you think all genderbent! Sun Wukongs would react if their tall and buff reader! boyfriend offers to train them, saying the phrase, "I'll make you bigger than you've ever been, little Queen."?

Oh my...😳 a genderbend ask I haven't gotten those in months, I'm excited🤩

(Lmk Wukong) Her brain short circuit, at your sentence, because that can be taken out of context so freaking easily. But she's so ready, soooo freaking ready, a little too ready, as she looked at you from below you. She'll look all innocent and red on the face as you take her in your arms. Oh She hopes that's she's ready for this🥵💛

(NR Wukong) oh boi....Don't threaten her with a good time. She's definitely drooling behind her mask and panted As she screamed YEESS!!!!!!! in the inside. Ohhhhhhhhhh she been waiting forever for this, waiting for you to just take her so safe to say she ready for your so called training. And she hopes she gets to do your training everyday 🤤🥵🩷

(MKR Wukong) Her jaw Dropped and her whole head was red, like steam came off her face. She's the type to look Absolutely furious, but if you squint Ever so discreetly you would notice the tiny red hearts in her eyes. You always were so big, strong, and deadly and destructive, and She's low-key looking forward too whatever your training offers❤️‍🔥😳🤯

(HIB Wukong) Gasp, you did not just say that?!?!🫢 What do you mean by that? What do you mean by that?!? She is panicking and turned on your here offering a training session, just the two of you, nobody else. Oh, oh god, her heart is beating like a godamn drum, and well, she may have gotten a little bit excited, in otherwords she'll like that, very much🧡

(Netflix Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh noooooooooo she's a mix of all the girls, especially when she's never experienced this before. She blushed, she's shocked, she's panting, and she was slightly panicking as every Scenario she came up with within her head ended with her on her back and her legs spread. She definitely needs time for rational thought, but don't worry, it won't be long before she runs back to you. Because she feels it might be a missed opportunity❤️

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG💛❤️🧡❤️‍🔥🩷💋🥵🔞💋

[baby-tini]

Do you think Mikey [all timelines] smoke weed?

Uhm.. fucking yes. CW- weed, smut Toman\OG Timeline- I feel like OG Mikey has smoked weed a couple times in his life, I definitely think he's a cougher though, no matter how much he smokes. THIS MAN WILL COUGH UP HIS LUNGS. He doesn't like it too much either, he doesn't like not being in control of his body and he HATES the smell. If you want him too smoke with you... you better find some that isn't super strong or potent in smell, like blue mystic, durban poison or northern lights. Also he hates cotton mouth and gets BAD munchies. Manila- Yeess. This man smokes. He smokes quite a bit too, he loves sativa and anything fruity like, purple punch strain, blue gelato 41, he likes blackberry too but only on occasion, he's quite picky when it comes to taste. He doesn't really cough a lot, sometimes on the first hit he may but that's it, he can hold it for a bit too. PLUS, this man can fucking roll, so good too and he can make the 'o's. He loves doing shotguns, specifically when he has smoke in his mouth and you french kiss him, he'll hold you to him by the back of your neck so that you hold it longer. Also he is the BIGGEST fan of high sex, he's a lot rougher and more intense when having sex while high. Folding your legs and pushing them towards your stomach as he fucks you, hand wrapped around your throat as he growls in your ear. Best sex you'll ever have in your life. Guarantied. Kanto- He did it once but besides that, no, he doesn't smoke weed, I genuinely believe that he dislikes everything about it. He hates the smell, the taste, the cottonmouth, the munchies and that the smell sticks to his clothes. He's also not a fan of the red eyes that he gets from smoking, also he's always busy and he needs to be fully concentrated on running Kanto, he can't really do that with his head all foggy. The one time he did smoke though, he was staring off into space for hours, he was completely out of it. Bonten- He's tried it, but he does harder shit, so, weed is rarely his go to. He only smokes when he wants too relax and chill. I do, however, fully believe that he's the sleepy type, he smokes a blunt and he's out an hour later. He rarely gets cottonmouth and the munchies aren't very frequent for him, also, he never coughs. He does however, become very deep when he smokes. He has the deepest conversations, asking you about your dreams and inspiration as he brushes his fingers through your hair. He definitely does become more affectionate while high. Kissing you non-stop as he nuzzles into your hair and breathes you in. Street racer- He does, not as much as Manila Mikey does, but it's still pretty often. I will say however, he's a very messy roller and some of it falls out from the paper. So, don't let him roll if you wish too smoke a whole blunt and not just less then half. He definitely fucks with indica strains and hybrids. He's a cougher, not as much as OG Mikey, but he still coughs. This man always gets munchies, it's inevitable, so if you're gonna smoke with him, MAKE SNACKS/HAVE THEM PREPARED BEFORE-HAND. He likes too exhale it out of his nose.. only to sneeze multiple times, seconds later. He's so fucking clingy when high, you can't leave. so if you gotta piss, do it before or you're not gonna do it at all. This Mikey is also a fan of high sex, but he likes it and is, very lazy. Commonaly, he'll be fucking into you while you're on your side, a hand between your legs rubbing your clit as he whines and pants in your ear.

[roxy4life]

Suicide bad!!

Life good!!

YEESS!!!!

[lesbianmistressworld]

She has been bratty because she didn't cum. My baby knows that she's not allow to touch herself for three days 'cause she's punished for not doing the chores she had to do

She wanted to break the punishment and started masturbating when I left the house for a moment. When I arrived I heard her soft moans coming from the bedroom; to let her know that I had arrived I called her to help me with the groceries. And all that was heard was a small growl of desperation that she always makes when she's close and I don't let her cum

Now she's with me on the couch all grumpy, twitching and pressing her legs try to feel some relief from her recently denied orgasm. I take her by the waist to bring her closer to me, I put one of her legs on my lap and start caressing her inner thigh

Me: I know you're grumpy because you denied yourself some minutes ago She: B-but… How did you know? Me: Baby, I recognize your moans, and more the way you grump when you are denied… She: I'm sorry mommy but I was really needy, but I swere I didn't cum

She looks at me with her little eyes pleading not to get another punishment, I started to rub her clit over her panties

Me: Will be a good girl?

She: Yes mommy, pleaseee, I need you so baaad

Me: You promise?

She: Yeess pleaaseee

I took her undies off and started finger her and rubbing her clit 'till make her cum twice I hope my baby has learn her lesson

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not aromantic* but i believe in their beliefs. and also i hate the idea of dating anyone for any reason (<relationship equivalent of being locked in a broom closet). and also i dont like the restriction of some intimacy or affection for exclusively romantic relationships. and also if i think about romance for too long i get sick. and also