#you gotta gush about him too i wanna know what you like about him and why and what you dream about him and sugi and cyno too!!!!

[littleplantfreak]

you could fill whole posts with your feelings about Ume, you say? why don't you prove it? 👀💖

Em, sweet pumpkin spice latte, i have a reputation (i dont actually) so it's going under the cut because no one should actually have to hear me scream about him for 10 years PLEASE if anyone here thinks im cool dont read this i wanna keep my nonexistent street cred

This is my second time writing about him so im sure its consolidated a bit which is preferred cause earlier it was like,,,,, ten paragraphs more than it is now

lets start with my favorite manga panel of him that i keep so safe and close to my heart because look! he broke the wall and his arm hangs over the panel and i looove it Satoru nii i can tell you were gonna make him the mc but im sooo glad you didnt because i love himmmm. though sometimes he reminds me of myself when i was younger way too much but this aint about him. ANYWAYS I FORGOT I DONT THINK ANY OTHER PANEL DOES THAT? its and important panel TO ME

When i first saw him with his hair down? instant heart eyes jesus christ ive never drooled over someone so hard which must be why my post with the most notes is me gushing about his hair. Ive always had a thing for hair tho im just a weirdo. Don't even get me started on the reading glasses!!!! i could just scream.

Also ive always had a thing for big guys esp gentle ones and once i learned more about him it was like bullseye bullseye bullseye- with how boxes he ticked but i just wanna climb him and maybe fight him for real but also fight him with my mouth. I wanna take care of him soooooo bad its not even funny. Like i know he's a big caretaker but i wanna pamper him i want that boy loves and cherished ill fight chika for him rn baby you dont have to lift a finger just sit over there right now.

Just heard a country song on the radio called must be doin something right by billy currington or whatever his last name is and went "i could dance with ume to that right now!!!!' also its a really sweet song though i love it.

Also he's hates needles...i hate needles.. we can take turns holding each other's hands for bloodwork and shots!!!

I started writing mainly for him and it was like....a "im not seeing enough content/the content i want" for this character so i put my pants on and did it myself. PRetty much my whole life i didnt like writing but now i do it semi-regularly and im pretty proud of that actually because ive begun to enjoy it? It probably helps that everyone's so sweet and the atmosphere is so chill but also nice and crazy and cool??? I dont have a lot of friends so im sooo soo thrilled to be able to gush with people its not even funny though sometimes im like "Girl you gotta be cooler than this you're not acting chill AT ALL calm down" so anyways i love him but i act like i really cant stand him he makes me so mad im furious at his existence

The scariest thing in the world to me is physically having kids? Like ive had nightmares about it i just dontttt wanna and i can tell he wouldnt push that like he'd be thrilled to adopt too it wouldnt matter but i think i would literally have his kids which is wild!!

Also? when i made that kissing picrew i actually flustered myself and that was crazy too because i don't fluster easy with boys at all but i physically turned red giggling kicking my feet about it every time i looked at it lmaoo you should see how red i get its baaaad im down baaaad

anyways ive alreasdy written too much have some more ume pics

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE- L. HOWLETT

Pairing: Possesive! Boyfriend! Logan x Fem! Reader (grumpy x sunshine)

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Logan is always possesive of you, making sure the whole world knows you're his. He especially makes it known when any man tries to flirt with whats his.

Warnings: SMUT, possesivness, size kink, pet names, daddy kink, mocking? kink, dom Logan, mirror sex, swearing, implied violence/ death

"heartbreak is one thing, my egos another- i beg you don't embarass me motherfucker.."- please x3, sabrina carpenter

“Please Logan. Please, please, please just behave tonight.” you begged, pouting your lip as you gazed up at him with puppy dog eyes. It wasn’t often you had to beg Logan for anything.

He always gave you everything you wanted, no questions asked.

New purse? Chanell bag was waiting for you on the table when you arrived home. New shoes? He helped you pick them out, making you walk over to him seductively before perching you on his lap.

Anything you wanted, you got. Except for Logan behaving himself.

The older man was not known for being… caring.

To anyone but you, of course.

Where the sunshine lingered over your head like a halo, his stormcloud trailed behind at an arm's distance.

He was jealous… no, possessive. If a man stared at you for a second too long, he was no longer a man, but a boy sprawled on the ground with blood gushing out of his nose, ears and eyes. A violent, cold shouldered man with a harsh military past, but to you he would give the world on a silver platter if he could.

Which is exactly why he was dressing up for an event he very much did not want to go to- for your sake.

You stood on your tiptoes to adjust his tie, smoothing out his crisp, white undershirt that highlighted his strong arms. You wanted to kiss them.

“That's all I’m askin baby.” you pouted again, placing a gentle kiss to his neck as he bent down to your level.

“Now would I ever embarrass my girl?” he asked teasingly, brushing a warm, calloused thumb across your cheek, careful not to mess up the makeup you had so delicatly applied sitting on the bathroom vanity for hours.

“Hmm. Well sometimes someone gets a lil possessive..” you trailed on, his eyebrow cocking in amusement.

“AmI not allowed to protect my princess? There's so many terrible men out there you know baby.. That just wanna take my girl away from me.” he mocked your pout, guiding you around to face the standing mirror adorned with little lights around it, to “highlight your beauty” he had told you.

They glowed softly, pulsing against your skin as he leaned down, placing a kiss on your neck- the same place you had to him- only his tugged at your skin, just a little longer.

“And we don't want that now do we?”

Your panties damped at his condescending tone. God, why did his posessiveness turn you on so fucking much? You were adding fuel to the fire.

“No, but it's just a gala Lo. I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

“I’m always protecting my girl.” he snarled, hands gripping your hips, giving them a squeeze over your velvet red dress, draping across your body like a Greek goddess. It was one of Logans favourites. Of course, he said that about everything you did, and did not wear.

You thought it was fitting for the event, supposedly just a “mingle and drink” was what Charles had said. A good way to connect with other mutants from other parts of the world. It was important to him, so you wanted to make sure it ran as smoothly as possible.

“You look so fucking beautiful. Fuck.” he murmured, running his hands up and down your body, tickling your skin. “You make me think such dirty, dirty thoughts princess.”

“Oops.” you giggled, feeling a bulge against your backside, rubbing against the fabric. You hated to leave him high and dry, but Charles would kill you if you were late.

It would cause Logan to be on edge even more so then he was, but if he had it his way, you’d constantly stay in his bed.

“Now we gotta go. Oh- and, no guns, no claws.” you scolded, shimming out of his grasp to snatch up your handbag, stuffing the contents that had spilled out back inside messley.

“Hgmp.” he grumbled, reaching for your outstretched hand, trailing after you to walk into his own personal internal hell. If it meant he could support you, and even just see you- he would do it.

Not without a slight fuss though, to make you pity him.

“Don’t think about it Lo. Charles wants this to go perfectly… and I’m just-”

“Hey. hey, I’m just teasing you baby. I promise, I’ll be on my best behaviour, I wanna be there for you. But if any man tries it…” He stopped you, turning you back against the doorframe, his palm in your cheek, stroking it lovingly.

You met his eyes, soaking in their gentle gaze he only revealed to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You just want an excuse to show off your hot date.” you teased, smiling softly.

He laughed, squeezing you close to his chest. You breathed in his cologne, smelling strongly of whisky and pine needles. It made you drunk, intoxicating you like white wine.

“You caught me there.” 

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“Fashionably late” is what Logan called it, when you strolled into the ballroom of the old, castle-like manor, nearly twenty minutes past. You had urged him to pick up the pace, but he had distracted you with his lips whenever you tried to protest.

He had listened to you however, when you begged him not to mess up your makeup, only tugging on your lip with teeth instead of smearing it with his thumb.

Smiling meekly at Charles with your hair slightly out of place, you wiggled your way through the crowd, familiar and unfamiliar faces poking out at you.

You waved to Storm, smiling as she flirted with a mutant from out of town. Soaking in her shimmering silver dress, you gave her a big thumbs up, mouthing “you look so good!”, earning a stifled giggle from her as the man continued his conversation.

Logan watched you like a hawk from the side of the room, acting as a bodyguard. He seemed to sneer at anyone who you didn’t know get too close to you, even if they were just passing by.

He had showed up for you, so you let him sulk. It was the least you could do. You paid him no mind, occasionally looking over to see him nursing a whisky on the rocks in a fancy glass, adjusting his jacket as Rouge talked to him.

Giving him a little soft wave, you turned, bumping right into an unfamiliar face.

“Oh, my apologies- I should’ve watched where I was going.” you reassured, giving a curt nod and smile. You took a step, Charles popping into view- only an arms reach away.

“Hey, no worries. I hope I didn’t mess up your beautiful dress.” the stranger smiled, eyeing you up. It made you shiver in discomfort. “Oh thank you.” You tried to be as polite as you could be- hoping the conversation would end as quickly as it started.

“What’s your name?” he asked. “Oh- uh… Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m-”

“She doesn't care who you are.” a low voice growled, Logan slipping in front of you, shielding you from the stranger.

You could see the back muscles ripple through his tight jacket, threatening to tear in two. He must have sniffed out your immediate discomfort. You were grateful for it, as the hungry stares the man gave you made you uneasy.

“Woah bud. Chill out, I’m just saying hello.”

“You’re making my girl uncomfortable. And anyone who makes my girl-” he emphasised those two words. “-uncomfortable, gets fucked up.”

You felt Charles stare at the back of your head, and you frantically tried to pull him back before he threw a punch and made a scene. “Lo- let's go, lets just let it go.”

He snarled at the man, making him tremble slightly, trying to hide his discomfort the same way you had just done for him.

“I would listen to your girl.” he mocked.

“You shut the fuck up.” you snapped, stepping out from behind your guard dog of a boyfriend- finger right in his face. “I shouldn't even give you the time of day, you perv. I know what you're thinking about- and I would never be with you. Never in a million years.” you spat, turning sharply on your heel, not looking to see if anyone followed.

You felt heads turn as you strutted out of the ballroom, Charles being one of them.

He was a pervert. I’m getting some air. You telepathically told Charles, stomping towards an empty office down the hall- letting the door slam behind you. I understand, and I’ll take care of him, if Logan doesn't before me. He murmured, voice slipping from your mind as quick as it came.

You leaned against the mahogany desk, taking a deep breath. Trying to compose yourself, you unzipped your dress just a tad, to give yourself more room to take deeper breaths.

A moment later, you heard loud footsteps stomp down the hall, Logan appearing from behind the closed door he opened. His eyes glinted with anger- a hunger and possessiveness that had you squeezing your thighs together.

The lock clicked, and within two strides he towered in front of you. “Lo-”

He kissed you so hard you swore you tasted coppery blood coat your bottom lip, and you moaned into his mouth. Melting into his touch, his hands held your neck- not letting you go anywhere, before hiking you up in his arms.

Office supplies were pushed to the side clattering to the ground as you were perched at the edge of the desk, legs wrapping around Logan tightly.

“Youre so fucking hot when you get like that. So worked up, letting that lil cat out to scratch.”

He growled in your mouth, hand slipping down to grab your ass, smacking it hard. “Mghm f-fuck Logan, he just made me so angry… and you protected me like always..”

“That man is not gonna make it tomorrow when I’m done with him.” he promised, and you felt heat rise in your cheeks at his claims.

“You’re mine. Mine, and fuck I’m gonna make sure you leave this room with everyone knowing that princess.”

“Lo- need y’so bad..” you whined, hand slipping down his chest to tug at the button of his dress pants. His bulge taunted you, and a hiss escaped from his lips as you grazed it through the fabric.

“Ya? You need me baby? Come and take me then, my big, strong girl.” he murmured, letting you pull him out of his confinements, the sheer size making your mouth water.

You never got tired of him, never got over how big he was. You struggled to tug your dress fully off, and he chuckled at the sight of you.

“So desperate hm? Need help?”

“N-no.” you mumbled, finally finding a way to shimmy it down. You wasted no time with the extras- simply pulling your thong to the side, as you guided him near your entrance.

“Your hands are so tiny on my cock baby. All of you is just so tiny, you need to be protected, hm?”

You nodded mindlessly, sighing in relief as he slid his cock up and down through your soaked folds, before sliding in and hitting home. Your mouth popped open with an O- as he never fully slid fully in without guiding it in slowly first.

He was needy tonight. You both were.

“Oh fuck baby. Fuck.”

You squeezed your legs around his waist, pulling him in tighter, trying your best to fuck yourself on him. It wasn't as good as what he did to you. You needed him.

“You poor lil thing. You need some help, you need daddy to fuck ya princess?”

You nodded, moaning as his hand found its way around your neck, squeezing softly as he pulled out, then back home- hips snapping at a rough pace that had you seeing stars.

You couldn't help but let the noises escape you- trying so hard to stay quiet but they slipped out, mixing with the slap of skin.

“Yeah let it all out baby. Let them all hear how good I fuck you. How you're mine, and no one else's.”

You looked into his eyes widely, as they started to fog over with pure pleasure. He hugged your gummy walls like a glove, his grunts and praises spurring you on. You couldn't help but look down, watching the way his cock slid deep inside you, the outline poking through your stomach.

“Lo- you’re so big.”

“And you're so tight, baby. You like lookin at how well you take me? Look over there.” he nodded his head over to the right, where a full length mirror stood.

You turned your head, watching as he rammed into you, pushing your legs up across his big, beefy shoulders, bending you to his will. His eyes met yours in the reflection, a cruel smirk forming on his lips as you gasped and whimmered his name as he fucked you.

“Such a pretty princess.” he whispered, hoping everyone could hear you.

Knowing those noises you made were because him- for him, and only him.

[bpmiranda]

Another fic idea💡

Sub! Logan x fem! reader

You're taking pics of your bf, and he gets all shy of how much praise you give him, he gets hard by the thought of you sitting on his face filming ext. <3

Love your fics angel, have a good weekend 🫶🏻🤍

Picture Perfect (Logan Howlett)

A/N: sub!logan, 18+ f!reader, public displays of affection, mentions of face sitting, suggestive content

There couldn’t have been more perfect weather if Ororo herself conjured it up. The sun was warm as it touched your skin, the light breeze keeping you cool as your boyfriend’s charming grin and wandering eyes made you warm in your cheeks and between your thighs. Logan was sitting underneath you, his arms behind his head as you straddled him to take another picture of him.

“Think you’ve got enough, baby.” Logan smirks, one of his hands coming to rub gently on your thigh now exposed as your dress bunched up from how you were sitting on him.

“You said you’d help me with my photography,” You pouted, checking how the image came out on your camera. “You’re so handsome, Logan.” You gush, looking down at him to see his face turn a light shade of pink. “Can’t believe how lucky I am to be yours.”

“Quit it. I’m the lucky one.” Logan chuckles, his hand moving beneath your dress a little bit and you bite your bottom lip as you stare at him basking in the sun’s light as it brightens the green and gold hues of his eyes. “Y/N, stop staring at me like that.”

You only smile as you set your camera down and you lean down to kiss him, sighing against his lips as you lace your fingers through his hair. Logan’s hands both move underneath your dress, caressing your soft thighs slowly as you make out. “You’re so gorgeous, Lo.” You whisper as one of your hands slides up his t-shirt and he groans at the feeling of your small hand caressing his torso.

His mind wanders to filthier places as his hands roam underneath the skirt of your dress. He knows you’d never get intimate outdoors, you’re far too reserved and modest for that. The thought alone, however makes him hard and you feel him between your legs. A soft moan escapes your lips and he squeezes your thighs in warning, letting you know he’s aroused, too turned on to let you continue whatever it is you might be doing. “Stop.” He murmurs, but you don’t.

“Mm,” You hum, subtly grinding against him. Logan groans, squeezing your thighs harder and you whine against his mouth. “Logan.”

“Baby, you gotta quit unless you plan on sitting that pretty pussy on my face right now.” He urges, pushing your thighs down so you pull away from his lips.

It’s not often that you get to be in control of him like this, it’s not often that you have him begging like this, completely at your mercy. And you want to enjoy it, tease him as he so often teases you. “Is that what you’re thinking about?” You ask, kissing his jaw and his neck as he moves his hands out of your dress and holds your waist instead. Logan sighs at the thought, nodding subconsciously as you lightly tongue at his Adam’s Apple. “You wanna eat my pussy?” You ask, breathless at the thought and he swears under his breath. “That’d be quite a picture, your handsome face between my thighs.” You comment as you move your leg along his pelvis.

Logan’s cock is unbearably hard as you rub your thigh against him, your hands continue pawing at his chest and his abdomen, feeling every ridge of his body with your delicate fingers. “Y/N,” He moans as he pulls you back up to his lips, one hand grabs onto a handful of your hair as he kisses you hard, his other hand fists the skirt of your dress as he aches to tear it off you. “Let’s go inside.”

“One more picture?” You ask teasingly and he flips you over with ease so he’s hovering above you, you laugh lightly, your cheeks warm as he looks down at you seriously.

“Inside. Right. Now.” He punctuates every word with authority, a switch up from just a moment ago and you nod submissively, back in your place with one swift movement.

You are putty in his hands. “Yes, sir.”

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[mrsimpurity]

Thinking bout Logan eating pussy like a starving man. He gets pleasure from eating reader out, he can’t get enough of the taste. I can imagine him getting lost in it, absolutely messy and wet and into it

cw: smut, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving)

it’s safe to say that what you were doing was by far the riskiest yet most thrilling thing you’d experienced. having the hot neighbour that you’ve been fantasizing about for the last three months eat you out while your boyfriend takes a shower was definitely not on your bucket list. but thank heavens, logan was here. he was real. and right now, his head was between your thighs.

“i wanna make you feel good, baby,” logan says, gently caressing your skin in an attempt to calm your racing heart. “but you gotta be quiet. we wouldn’t want your boyfriend to hear you, would we?” he presses a kiss right above your cunt and proceeds to lick a long stripe between your glistening folds. you try your hardest to suppress a moan, biting down on your forearm in pleasure, squeezing your eyes shut. logan’s mouth latches onto your clit and he begins alternating between licking and sucking on the swollen nub. you squirm in his hands, now opting for the pillow to muffle your whines and pants. 

“you’re fucking delicious.” logan mumbles into your cunt, lapping up your juices as you feel another gush of slick leak out of your pussy at his words. logan’s tongue circles around your clit and you almost miss the way his hand suddenly leaves your thigh. before you know it, his fingers enter you and you find yourself wiggling to get away from his hold. it’s too much, it’s too good. your thighs threaten to close in on his head.

“stay put.” he demands, lifting his head to look at you as he raises a warning eyebrow - chest heaving as you pant and gulp, trying your best not to scream out in pleasure. he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of your wet cunt, slowly but surely picking up the pace as he licks around your swollen nub, noticing your breathing get faster and faster, your cheeks flushed, hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. you’re close, so fucking close. hearing the shower finally turn off only has you getting wetter, the thought of your boyfriend catching you like this has you grabbing the sheets, on the edge of your release.

“fuck, logan, ‘m close.” you whine out as quietly as possible as logan scissors his fingers inside your cunt and the moment his tongue finally licks at your clit, you cum, pussy gushing around his fingers as his licks gradually get gentler, slowly guiding you through your orgasm. logan presses a few kisses to your clit to calm you down as you twitch and pant under his hold. you’re breathless, staring at him heavy-eyed as he stands up from his position and grabs your underwear from beside him. he helps you put your panties on, placing one last kiss to the inside of your thigh. you’re flabbergasted at this, sensing the fact that he’s doing it just to tease you, knowing your boyfriend is seconds away from entering the bedroom.“you’re welcome, doll. don’t forget i’m right next door.” those are logan’s parting words (accompanied by a wink) and as infuriatingly mocking as they are, you can’t help but ogle his frame as he leaves through your front door, your mind already racing with very inappropriate thoughts about your cocky, but alas mind-blowingly attractive neighbour.

[hon3y-y]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Satoru is your obsessive FWB

We don't gotta be in love, no I don't gotta be the one, no I just wanna be one of your girls tonight

Enjoy<3

Satoru is the type that even though it’s not official, he’s already cemented in his head you’re his. Don’t play with him and his delusions because he was with you in his mind before you even knew of him. Like, you guys just hooked up for the first time and he’s already internally gushing about what features your kids are gonna have. But even with his crazy ass fantasies, he still wants you to make a move.

He’s trying to act nonchalant, saying he don’t care who you fuck. But the truth? He is literally in his room hyperventilating on the phone with shoko and suguru because you didn’t answer him and he thinks you’re with someone else. (you’re sleeping)

He makes sure he fucks you good. Due to him being in constant fear of you finding someone better, he has to make sure there’s absolutely no one who could replace him. He’s the best pussy eater! He’s ready to eat it off the bone, spit dripping down his chin while he tightens his arms around your thighs so you can’t move, listening to all of your reactions so he can do better. Your eyes are rolling back, not knowing if you want him to continue or stop. It doesn’t matter, satoru won’t stop until you pass out anyway.

“T-Toru—too much—“ you gasp, grabbing his hair as you feel another orgasm, just previously creaming on his fingers. He pulls away, mouth and chin glistening, letting out little puffs of air while his fingers spread you open, staring intensely at your fluttering hole. “She’s practically begging for more, baby? ur’ cunts too needy to stop now~”

He spits on your already dripping pussy to lick it back up, pausing at your clit to kiss and suck, shaking his head back and forth and letting out little grunts. Satoru gets possessive and mutters “my fuckin’ Pussy..” into your slippery cunt, and you just nod along because of how fucked out you are, “ngh!–toru’s pussy…” Satoru gets the most pleasure when pleasing you, rocking his hips into the surface below him as he listens to the angelic chants of his name leaving your puffy lips.

He’s a firm believer of “dicking you to sleep” and he has the stamina to do so. He’ll push into you your creamy pussy, watching the way it stretches around his thick tip. You Intake a sharp breath, chest heaving at how big he is, no prep ever being enough for the real thing. Satoru batters your pussy like a fleshlight, forceful thrusts having you squirming and choking on your own moans. If he has you face down, you just lay there drooling and burying your face into the pillows, taking his dick like the good girl you are. Even when it’s intense, he’ll just hold your hips tighter, “don’t run, take this fuckin’ dick..”

Satoru will bend you into any position that allows him to watch your face. He loves to watch the way your eyebrows scrunch and the pure ecstasy you express when he hits your g-spot. (Will make you record with your trembling hands for his own use later.) He loves to play with your tits too, enjoying the way you hiss if he bites or pinches too hard. “Satoru-! Be n-nice..” “am’ being nice, you jus’ look so cute..”

He goes from fucking you like a toy to slow sensual thrusts once you become sensitive, in your ear talking you through it, “That feel good, baby? let it out, I got you~” he reaches down to rub your swollen clit, holding your hands in his bigger ones so you can’t push him away. He does this until you lay on the bed with limbs feeling like jelly and your mind is all foggy, slowly slipping in and out of consciousness.

He makes sure to release inside you, pumping you full of his milky cum because he has so much and it ends up coming out of your spent, slick pussy in globs. He’ll push it back in and then “clean you up”, which is just him Eating the mixture of yours and his’ cum, letting out pornographic moans to put on a show for you. “Taste so good together~”

You get the best night sleep after, and he’ll stay awake a little later just so he could play with your hair and comfort you to sleep. The day you finally confess he tries to play it off but he’s got butterflies in his stomach and flushed cheeks. He’s just so in love<33

A/n: technically a late gojo birthday post bc I had classes yesterday and was too miserable to write lol, anyway I love writing men who are down bad for oc</3

[rafeandonlyrafe]

gamers

words: 800

warnings: vague descriptions of video game violence and gore, established relationship

“is it scary? i don't wanna play if it's scary.” you pout as rafe places the controller into your hand.

“ill protect you, promise.” rafe says, reaching over to flick the lamp on the side table on, that way more than just the light from the tv is illuminating the room.

“fine, but you can't get mad at me if i get your character killed.” you watch as rafe navigates the game easily, opening it up to the character customization screen, just doing default settings for himself.

“oh my god, im gonna make my girl look so cute!” you gush, taking your time to carefully choose her hair and outfit, even though none of the options are stylish, you create the best look you can out of the post apocalyptic clothing choices.

rafe doesn't care that he has to sit and wait for you to perfect your character, not when he finally got you to agree to play with him.

“okay, done.” you nod as you choose a pair of pink sneakers, practical but still cute. “so what's this game all about? just running from zombies?”

“basically.” rafe says with a light chuckle. “we gotta get to the safe house for this round. just follow me, gonna pick up some weapons.”

you pick up the hang of the controls easily, concentrating on the tv as rafe drops a knife and gun for character to use to protect yourself just in case.

“this isn't so bad.” you hum, pausing to admire the scenery in the background of the game, mountain peaks poking up into the sky. “where are all the zombies?”

“they give you a few minutes to get weapons before the storms start.” rafe says, eyes scanning the screen as you head into a building, rafe knows there's med packs in there that he will need when he sustains damage keeping your character safe.

“storms? that sounds scary rafe.” you scooch so you’re closer to your boyfriend. “and it's getting dark.”

it's already dark outside your actual window, but you can tell that it's getting darker in the game as well, the sun setting as you follow rafe down the desolate street, crashed cars and trash strewn about just like if it was a real apocalypse.

“here they come!” rafe warns, clicking the buttons quickly as his character shoots at the zombies moving slowly towards you. your eyes widen upon seeing the gore, cringing and turning to hide your face in rafes shoulder once your character is hidden behind a stopped car.

“i don't like this rafey!” you whine once the gunfire stops, peeking up to see a literal pile of dead zombies. “it's scary.”

“i know, but i kept you safe, didn't i? we are almost done with the first level, just gotta get to the safe house then we can take a break, okay?” rafe offers, keeping his eyes on the screen but turning his head to press a kiss to your cheek.

“fine.” you groan. you like playing games with rafe, but your preference is him watching you dress your sims or decorate their houses after using a cheat to get them more money, only wanting your sims to have the best furniture.

you navigate your character to follow him down the sidewalk, occasionally stopping to kill the zombies. you even manage to shoot a couple.

“wait, baby, be careful.” rafe warns. “dont go that way.”

but his warning comes too late as a zombie jumps out of a dumpster that you’re standing directly next to, making you scream as it takes up your entire screen, not just attacking your character but also jumpscaring you.

“i got you, hold on.” rafe is pressing the sprint button as hard as he can, as if that can somehow make his character get to you faster. rafe manages to kill the zombie before it has the chance to bite you.

your chest is heaving up and down like you were the one to get attacked. “come on, the safe house is just around the corner.” rafe wraps an arm around your shoulder, using one hand on the controller until you’re both behind the barbed wire fence, the game switching to a cutscene. 

“i hate this.” you look to rafe with a pout on your face. “can we play stardew valley instead? please?”

rafe sighs. he should have known better than having you play with him. you are extremely adverse to any sort of shooting game. “yeah, sure.” rafe saves his progress, just in case he can convince you to play with him again before switching to stardew valley and handing you the main controller.

“yesss, thank you.” you smile, pressing a kiss to rafes cheek as your character wakes up. “you’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“you just say that because you need me to go into the mines for you.” rafe says with a laugh.

“well, its scary!”

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[nvuy]

Boothill is a “your pleasure is my pleasure” kind of guy do u agree 🎤

mdni. im snatching the mic. i got carried away ty anon for giving me an excuse to ramble about this loser.

he takes pleasing you very seriously. this is serious business. it’s like his day job.

he’s half-convinced he was given a second life just to cross paths with you, so once he’s got you, he’s not letting you go. not for a while, at least. he’s stuck to your hip like glue. wherever you go, he’s most likely right next to you.

he’s always making sure you’re catered to first.

it’s the same in bed.

he’s extremely touch starved, so while he’s got his hand between your legs, he’s also busied himself nuzzling his cheek to yours to feel you helplessly panting against his skin. or, his ear is resting against your heart. whatever works for him in the moment.

he’s absolutely smitten with how warm you get. he’s always, always, pressing himself against you one way or another. just touch all over his face, please and thank you.

he’s all for kisses too. sometimes, when he’s having a bit too much fun, he’ll get all mushy and gross. not that he already isn’t, but it somehow gets worse.

he’ll bite too. not enough to make you bleed, but enough to leave an angry mark for the next few days.

actually, he just nips you all the time. it’s a weird thing he does. don’t point fingers in his face. he’ll try eating them. he’s very strange in that way. sometimes you can be gesturing at nothing while you talk, and if your fingers get too close to his face, he’s trying to nip at them like a teething puppy. you got used to it.

great tongue too. bonus points because it’s actually real. he works his magic with it, but only after you beg enough. you gotta work to get your hands on the merchandise. his mechanics are expensive, so play nice.

if we’re getting into unserious business, the robocock is great fun. it’s got smooth ridges and it’s cold. probably customisable, too. it’s definitely possible, but whether he’s gonna wander up to some poor mechanic and ask them to add some special features… well.

either way, your pleasure is always his priority. his hobbies consist of biting every single exposed expanse of your skin and exploring new ways to make you squirm.

it’s bad enough you having to deal with this lump of steel and scrap—frankly, he doesn’t even understand what’s so appealing about it—but if you enjoy bouncing on his lap, go ahead. do it all night for all he cares. as long as you have that pretty dizzy smile on your face by the end of it all. it makes him melt into a puddle of liquid metal knowing how good he makes you feel.

he’s also VERY susceptible to puppy eyes. they’re your greatest asset, and his biggest weakness.

you figured that out after you pleaded with him to put on these clothes you bought him (and, yep. these clothes have just as many cut outs as his usual attire). you can also use them if you want to do his hair. please convince him to wear it in a high ponytail more. he has such a nice face, and it also stops his neck from overheating. those poor fans need a vacation.

it takes some convincing, especially when you show him the hair tie is actually a red sparkly ribbon. you’re going to ruin his tough guy persona. but he’ll drop anything for you, so he’ll comply. on the condition that you give him smooches afterwards. it’s also an excuse for him to indulge in how your fingers feel against his scalp.

puppy eyes, crying, begging, whatever, usually get people he’s apprehended nowhere. he doesn’t care for theatrics. not at all. a criminal is a criminal at the end of the day.

but you? aww, how can he say no to your angel eyes? wanna fuck his face? you didn’t even have to ask! just watch the teeth. and feel free to pull his hair. wanna ride him until he short circuits? sure! if you can keep up. he’s all yours.

and when you’re done, his aftercare consists of coddling and pinching your cheeks. he’ll prattle on about nothing. the subject will change to gushing over how pretty you look in his bed, to the weather tomorrow, to how he misses the taste of spaghetti. he’ll even kiss all over the marks he’s left on you. probably kicks his feet too.

he’s still so energetic it’s mind-baffling. he’s so casual about it too, acting as if he didn’t beg for you to cum on his face just ten minutes ago.

but that’s robot stamina for you. or maybe it’s just a boothill thing. who knows?

after a while he’ll calm down. i still haven't decided if he can sleep, but once you’ve fallen asleep, he’ll lay next to you and draw patterns on the nape of your neck with his fingers.

[arminsumi]

22 with toji? >___< i love mamaguro but sometimes i be thinkingggg..

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

A/N: ughhh ikr 🤤😔 ik this goes without saying (hopefully) but y'all don't cheat 😵‍💫 read fiction about ur fave anime boys cheating with u instead lmao

Wc ≈ 800

Pairing: TOJI Fushiguro x f.reader

Summary: you and Toji getting up to no good in your favorite hotel room

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, smut, infidelity, pns (baby, slut, bitch) cheating kink, slight size kink, nasty dirty talk, slightly mean/rough Toji, taking condom off (mutually consensual), breeding kink, slight hairpulling, one ass slap (why is it always just ONE lmao), kinda rough/manhandling but not rlly, daddy kink, prone bone/from the back, lmk if i have missed anything <3

♪ i keep going back to this hotel room...

Damn you, he thinks while squeezing himself into a condom that’s very slightly too small for his size.

You’re to blame – to blame for being spellbinding, bewitching, entrancing, irresistible, alluring… he never thought about straying until you showed up one day in the office, pretty smile and naughty glint in your eyes.

“Fuck me…” he seethes when he sinks into your tight pussy – so happily spreading your legs for him on the hotel bed. With how many times you two have come and gone through this room on weekends, you’re pretty sure the receptionist has figured out what happens behind those closed doors.

“ ‘s so fucking sexy when you arch your back like that for me, pretty thing.” Toji grunts, splitting you wide open on his cock. “ ‘missed me?” he asks cheekily, feeling how much you’re gushing for him after such simple touching earlier – he had kissed you like he was starved of the taste of your lips, touched you like he’s never laid hands on a female form before. It made sense why he acted so needy, you hadn’t seen him for two weekends straight after all.

“Mhm! Missed you so much…” you moan into the pillow, bringing your hands down to spread your pussylips so you can take his cock better.

His cockhead always glides in so nicely, but halfway in his length got so thick that your pussy just spat his cock out. He always chuckles when it does.

“ ‘been too long, baby, ‘gotta stretch out that pussy all over again. Make it remember daddy’s cock.”

Toji tightly pins your waist down into the mattress, just feeling a fraction of his strength turns you on. Yeah, you’ve met strong guys before – but Toji was fucking strong. He could toss you into any position he wanted, he could make you feel weightless at times.

Those calloused hands know your body better than your own. He knows which sweet spots to his to make you cream, what pace makes you claw at his biceps, what dirty talk makes you cum. He knows everything about your body. He almost doesn’t wanna admit it, but he knows your body better than his own wife’s.

“Fuckin’ slut, look at you going dumb on my dick already. Keep it together, we just started.” He chuckled meanly, giving your ass an encouraging smack to bring you back to earth. “What? ‘This position too much for you?” he asked rhetorically – because he knew damn well that you couldn’t handle him pressing his weight onto you from behind like this.

“Nooo, I can take it!” you squeak, biting the hotel pillow as you hug it for support. He always feels so good that you need some form of comfort. The feeling of his fat tip nudging against your sweet spot and throbbing there makes you say some nasty shit that makes him smirk. “Fuuuck – just fuck me alre – fuuuck, mhm! Like that! Like that!” you sob into the pillow when he fulfils your wishes and pounds into you from behind like an animal.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and gently pulls your head back, making his lips meet your ear – scar grazing against your skin. “Don’t go all quiet on me. I know how fucking nasty you are – what’ve you been wanting to tell me huh? I know you missed me bad.”

His cockhead hits the spot that makes you spill the truth. “Fuuuck – daddy fuck me like I’m yours.” You said, “F-fuck me like I’m your wife.”

“Shit… dirty fuckin’ bitch, you talk like that and you’re gonna make me cum.” He breathes heavily into your ear, sweat already beading off his abdomen with his intensely he’s rutting into you. “You really like me, huh? Haha, yeah, I know – it’s so cute. So cute that you cum so much on this cheating cock. Uh-huh, don’t get shy on me now – we both know we get off on that. Just be honest with yourself – there we go, that wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?”

He groans, big arms entangling with your body. You can feel his muscles twitching, you can smell the scent of his cologne and sweat and sex all mixing in the air. And him? He’s burying his head into the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. Your perfume drives him nuts, it makes him dizzy like he’s some lovesick teenager.

Everything he holds back from telling you, he admits when he’s pussy-drunk and about to cum. “Fuck, sweet thing, ‘wanna give you a baby. D’you want that? Yeah? F-fuck really? You sure? You want my babies? Shit alright, I’ll give you a fucking baby t’night. Don’t tell her it’s mine.” He said, tugging his cock out of your pussy despite your walls hugging him like they were trying to keep him in there forever.

You reach behind you and pull off the condom yourself, and he just watches, half-drooling at the sight, before plunging back inside you and doing what he promised – giving you his babies.

[koolades-world]

One bed troupe w/ Mammon

There wasn't a boring day with Mammon around. As your self proclaimed first man, he ensured you went everywhere together. Because of this, he often dragged you along to gatherings with his friends.

When you first arrived in the Devildom, you didn’t get out very much. It was a pretty straight schedule: wake up, get walked to school by whoever's turn it was that day, do class, get walked home by someone else, do homework, go to sleep, then repeat. Once you got closer, Mammon realized how boring of a life you were living despite being in hell. He vowed to make your life more interesting and began showing you the fun side of life. He brought you to bars, restaurants, his favorite casino (of course), and so much more.

Today was no different. You were at a casino together with his friends early in the evening. You had grown closer with them at this point, and things weren't awkward when he had to leave for whatever reason. While nice, you began to learn the things Mammon hadn't told you that he told them. It was never anything bad, rather, it was usually cute things, such as how he really loved when you wore yellow or gold since he gushed to them every time you did.

Mammon had walked off to cash out his large bucket of tokens he'd earned for the third time that night, leaving you and his friends to chat.

"Tonight is a good night, huh?" You sip at your drink, lazily stirring it with the cute decorative pick that came with it.

"It is!" His friend states, shaking his own bucket.

"Mammon would say, it's cause of you." Another chuckles. You join in, amused.

"That's my Mammon. I'm happy to be a good luck charm, especially since he bought me my drink." You cause the group to laugh. The conversation begins to drift, but somehow makes its way back to Mammon

"You know, he's a little worried about you. Later tonight, one of Vazimid's friends is stopping by, but Mammon has been saying he hasn't liked the way he's been eyeing you." This statement worries you too. You know that despite growing comfortable, the Devildom is by no means safe. Mammon is protective, but it's rare that he'd admit it. Before you could respond, Mammon came back.

"Hey, Mc! I'm rich! Gotta say, I only do this good when yer around." He fixed his jacket, a smug grin on his face.

"Well, I wouldn't mind joining you every time you come here." You throw your arms around him, catching him off guard. The confidence melts away from his face as he begins to stutter, causing you to hug him tighter. The next few hours go well, until that friend arrived that nobody seemed to want there, which killed the mood. Mammon kept you close, but it eased him when you were by his side.

Later in the night, someone else in the group conveniently ended up winning several fancy room in the hotel the casino was in, free of charge. It was all a little too convenient. When Vazimid's friend asked who would be staying with who, Mammon immediately claimed a room for the both of you that nobody else was allowed in. After you teased him a little about it, a quick uncharacteristic glare to silence you. Not wanting to make him more upset, you remained quiet.

After collecting the room key, he drags you away from the friend group and onto the impossibly tall elevator. The ride up was quick, but neither of you spoke. Once you arrived at the room, Mammon unlocked it and promptly close it behind the both of you. You finally work up the courage to speak, but you’re not really sure what to say, or where to start.

“Mams? Is something wrong?” You put a hand on his arm and peer at his face. His expression is tight but softens once he sees the worry in you eyes.

“Nothin’ darlin’.” He smiled at you, but you can still tell something is bothering him.

“I know you. Tell me what’s wrong.” You placed your other hand on his other arm so you could pull him closer.

He hesitates at first, but eventually speaks. "Do ya really wanna know? It's dumb." He glanced at you.

"I do. Now tell me." You waited.

"It's that demon that Vazimid keep brining around. Don't trust him around you at all. I just know he wants to get his slimy hands on you." He sighed. You giggled a little at the realization.

"It's alright to be jealous, babe." Mammon back away from you instantly at the accusation.

"Hey, hey. That's not what I said!" His ears turned red, confirming what you thought.

"Whatever you say. Will sharing that bed with me quell your inner turmoil?" You began to giggle more as he came to the realization that he'd picked a room that only had one bed. 'It's free, Mams. You love free things." You scanned the room and saw a variety of goodies laying around the room you knew Mammon would scoop up once he was done being embarrassed.

You decided to leave him to his own devices and get settled in the room. You took a quick trip into the bathroom to find two sets of hotel branded pajamas that were suspiciously in the correct sizes. You showered with the nicest soaps you'd ever gotten your hands on and reappeared to find Mammon sitting on a chair, on his D.D.D.

"I'm done, knock yourself out." You throw yourself down onto the bed, face first.

"Took ya long enough." He skulked away and took his turn in the bathroom too. When he was done, and also emerged in the matching, branded set, he seemed less enthusiastic to get in the bed than you had been. Once he sat down, though, he realized how nice it actually was.

"Ya should've told me how soft these pillow were." He cuddled one of the pillows to his chest.

"If I didn't, maybe you wouldn't have at all and I could've had this entire bed to myself. Now, stop cuddling that pillow and cuddle me instead." You rolled yourself over to him and did grabby hands in his direction. He went red again, but listened. His hair was still a little damp from his shower and the jasmine scented hotel soap made him smell wonderful. He always ran very hot, which you enjoyed since he worked as a great personal heater. Once he had decompressed, you spoke a little bit about your plans for tomorrow, and eventually you drifted off.

Mammon remained awake for a little bit longer, thinking about the exciting evening the both of you had had. He was thankful that he had you, and even though he would never admit it, he had been jealous. He hated the idea of sharing you with some werido that he never invited in the first place. He hugged you a little tighter, and eventually feel asleep himself, thinking about you.

[etfrin]

⤷❝lacrimae❞　

Ghostface!Ethan Landry x female! reader

Warning: NSFW | blood kink, p in v sex, period sex so it's just very messy, fingering (f. receiving), dacryphilia, mentions of murder

Summary: you were sobbing because of the cramps, it was absolutely horrible and the pain meds weren't working either and Ethan had heard that... sex helps so he's gotta try it out right? To help his love.

Ethan couldn't help but be just a tad bit turned on by the tears that were falling from your eyes. It reminded him of the tears of his victims. Their cries and begging of him not to push in the knife deeper. But this was different.

You weren't a victim but his lover. And he wasn't the reason behind your tears, your period was. The cramp in your stomach felt like World War Three was happening. No amount of meds had helped, you called him as a last resort. Hoping to find comfort in his presence.

You were in his arms, your tears and snot smeared onto his black t-shirt he wore. You face buried into his chest. "It hurts so bad Ethan!" you choke out. His hand was rubbing your back.

"It's gonna be okay, love," he whispers near your ear, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. "Please stop crying, babe, I am here," he adds. He bit his lower lip in thought, complementing if he should say it or not.

But as another sob wrecked your body. Fuck it, he thought.

"Orgasms help with cramps," he mutter, "We should try it, sweetheart." Your eye brimmed with tears glance at him. Trying to see if he's serious. You weren't against it. Ready to do anything for the pain to go.

"What about the mess?" You asked. "I would clean everything up," he whispered, sweetly, his eyes assuring you, "I wanna help, I hate that you're crying." He didn't hate it but he didn't like it you were in pain either, he would much prefer that you cried because of his cock instead.

So here you are now. Laid down on the bed, your legs spread for him. He swallows at the sight of blood gushing out of your pussy, your folds red and it looked beautiful to him, a different sight than your usual pink cunt. He felt his dick twitch in his sweatpants.

He clenched his jaw, trying to focus on you instead of his leaking cock. He leaned in to kiss your forehead. "My fingers first, okay? Tell me if anything is wrong," he whispered to you and pressed a wet kiss to your neck.

He leaned back, your legs wrapped around his torso. His thumb goes to your clit, rubbing small circles. A whimper escapes your lips. He goes even faster. Before one finger of his enters your blood-soaked slit. The sensation was so different than sliding in your cunt slick with your juices. It felt better somehow.

He pumps one finger in and out, knowing how sensitive your wall are right now. All the while his thumb is still working onto your clit. His free hand was on your thigh, his nails digging in as his patience became thin. You let out soft sighs of pleasure.

"Another?" He prodes, and you nod. Now taking two of his fingers like a good girl. He found your spongy spot, making you clench around his fingers, more blood oozing out onto his digits and the sheets. He closed his eyes at the sight. It was too much for him. Being painted by your blood, his thoughts were nothing but of sin.

"You okay, Ethan?" You asked, "It's fine if you don't- ah!" You couldn't finish your sentence as his fingers begin to move even faster, his fingertips pressing into the spongy spot. He added a third finger and was completely stretching your pussy with his thick digits. "It's fine," he said, he leaned down, repositioning himself between your thighs. He pressed his lips to your bloody clit. "Ethan!" You yelp, half in shock but half in pleasure as his mouth sucks the clit and his fingers message your walls.

He just gives you a smirk as his tongue flicker across your clit, licking the blood away and stimulating the bud. Your hand goes to his hair as you moan loudly. The pain of your cramp is at the back of your mind now.

"You taste good," he remarks, as he pulls his fingers out. "You can take me, right?" He asked, he pressed a few kisses to your inner thigh. "Right, babe?" He asked again when you don't answer.

You nod in answer and he gives you such a giddy grin. He opens your legs wider as he was on top of you now. His forehead pressed against yours.

"I'll go slow, I promise," he whispered before he pushed in without a warning. You let out a moan. Your hands on his back, pulling him close as your nails digged into his flesh from the suddenness of being filled.

More blood gushed out, staining the sheets. He loved how it felt, the fact his cock was covered in blood. Just like his fingers were. The blood on the digits were now dry so he didn't hesitate to hold your jaw, a bit firmly, to keep your head in place so you couldn't muffle your sounds into the pillow.

He pressed several kisses along your face, kissing your tears away, the tip of his tongue now licking away the tear stains on your cheek. The salt of the tears wasn't the same taste as the salt of blood but he loved the taste all the same.

"You feel so good," he groans as he takes inches of his length out of your inviting warmth and then pushes back. "You're all mine," he whines as he moves back and forth like this. His free hand goes under your ass, and he squeezed the flesh.

His lips find the spot just below your ear, the one that makes you squeeze his length when he sucks on the skin. You moan, your nails now scratching his back, painting his skin with those long angry red marks he adores seeing on the mirror.

His nails dig into your ass as his pace gets a bit faster. His tip hitting your g-spot again and again until you feel the coil around your stomach. Your cramps long forgotten. "Cl- close," you whine. He pressed a kiss on the hickey he made and thrusts faster inside you. His hand that was gripping your jaw in place finds itself wrapped into the sheets as he gets even faster. Both of you moaning your pleasure near each other ears. An endless loop until you both snap together. Your cunt milking his length as thick white ropes of cum fills you.

He pulls out, and grins at you. His brown curls sticking on his forehead. "Told you it would help," he whispers and pressed a kiss onto your lips.

IDK what I just wrote either :))

just enjoy!

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[back2bluesidex]

Heeled Boots - JHS (18+)

Pairing: Hoseok X Fem!Reader

Theme: PWP, SMUT, established relationship au

Wordcount: 1.2k+

Summary: A little something about Hoseok's heeled boots from MAMA 2022.

Warnings: boot riding (you read that right), dom!hsoeok, slight degrading, she calls him Mr. Jung, cock riding, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up). NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: been a minute since I have written anything for the love of my life.

“I…. Like these…” Your words evaporate in the thin air, partly because you can’t even focus on what you are saying, partly because the words come out of your mouth without your consent. 

“These?” Hoseok wiggles his boot-cladded feet. His eyes go a little wide at your sudden confession. 

“Mmmm..” you reply absent-mindedly - eyes never leaving his heeled boots. 

“Should I get a pair of matching ones for you?” he proposes lovingly, his long arms secure around your waist even more tightly as he subtly pulls you towards him. 

“Ah- no. I mean I like these on you. These are kinda- I don’t know - hot? Irritatingly so? Makes me wanna ride these?” you ramble without hearing yourself properly. 

At first Hoseok tries to register what you are saying but when his ears send each of your words to his brain, his blood rushes south. At once his cock starts twiching inside the shiny leather outfit that has been chosen for his MAMA performance. 

“Then do it.” He suggests slowly, voice already dipping by an octave. 

Your eyes shoot up. You have been zoning out for the past half an hour, especially because Hoseok’s outfit and his heeled boots have been too much to take for you. He looks so breathtakingly hot that your brain.exe has stopped responding long ago. 

You gulp at his suggestion. Not that you haven’t been thinking about asking him to take you then and there but his performance is scheduled within 45 minutes and you definitely don’t want to exhaust him now. 

Moreover, there are a ton of people running behind these closed doors. The last thing you want is to get caught. 

“We can’t.” you mumble, throat getting dry already. 

“That’s not a choice now, baby. You gotta take responsibility for your words.” Hoseok places his free hand on your thigh, gliding it up towards your crotch painfully slowly. 

“But your per- ah” Hoseok pinches on the meat of your thigh, pain shoots on your skin even through the rough material of your jeans. 

“Take your jeans off, baby.” your boyfriend orders. Even though the sentence is simple, it comes out as a low growl. And you know it’s better not to disobey him. 

So you do as you’re told. You stand up on your legs and start unbuttoning your jeans.

Hoseok’s eyes rake through your thighs and get stuck on the wet patch of your red cotton panties. 

He smirks, “Such a whore.” 

“For you.” you add to stroke his ego. 

His hand circles around your left wrist as he pulls you towards him dangerously close, so much so that you can feel his breath on your belly. 

His free hand hooks on the waistband of your panty, he dips one finger inside, plunges that inside your folds. 

Your breath shudders at the touch of his cold finger. 

Pulling that finger out, he puts it into his mouth. His eyes close as he hums at the taste. 

Your boyfriend’s action makes a pool of hotness gush out of your hole.

“This has to go too” Hoseok eyes your panty again. Knowing what to do, you strip it off. 

“Good girl. Now rub that greedy cunt on my boot.” he wiggles his foot again. He sits cross legged to hike his right leg in the air. 

You lick your lips. Fuck you are perched. 

When you stand still, without obeying his command - Hoseok’s face darkens. He raises one of his eyebrows as if to threaten you. 

You show your obedience without thinking anymore. 

You squat, hands grabbing the edges of the sofa for support. Your folds come in contact with the tip of Hoseok’s heeled boot. You inhale sharply. 

You know squatting like this won’t be enough, so you part your pussy lips with two of your fingers, letting your clit grind against his boot. 

“Rub it.” Hoseok orders again. His eyes pierce through your already watery ones as he sits there casually. 

There is no change in his posture, not even a single limb of his body is tensed - unlike yours. 

You start moving your hips in circles. At first lightly but then when your body starts asking for more and more friction - your grinds get harder as well.  

Your breaths are now short and ragged. Hoseok’s shiny boots turn even more shiny with your arousal over the tip. 

Your legs threaten to give up but the coil in your stomach has just started to tighten. You can’t give up now - you won’t give up now. 

As if reading your contorted face and rigid body language, Hoseok winds a hand around your bicep and starts pulling you up. 

“Hoseok I-” 

“Is that what you should call me?” Hoseok interrupts, glaring at you through his dark locks. 

“I’m sorry. Mr. Jung.” you correct yourself hastily. 

“Good girl.” he mutters, pulling you down on his lap, “take me out.” 

Your mind runs wild. You are really getting to fuck him when he looks this hot? Such a lucky girl you are. 

Your hands find the button of his leather trouser as you walk your way through the garment and pull his semi hardened length out. 

You pump it until his cock is hard enough for your cunt to swallow. Hoseok groans, rests his head on the backrest of the sofa. 

“Can I ride you, Mr. Jung?” you ask him sheepishly.

“Yes, baby. Go ahead.” he permits a little breathlessly. 

You line his cock on your entrance, the tip nudges your clit making you moan. Once his cock is lined, it isn’t tough to slide down. 

Once he is rooted inside your velvet walls, you start moving. 

Hoseok sometimes think that his cock was made for your hole because he has never fucked anyone who could swallow his cock as good as you. 

He loves it. He loves you. 

He eyes the spot where his shaft is disappearing in your wet heat. Then his eyes fall on your face, the satisfaction is clearly written on your pretty features. 

Your little melodic sounds are making it tough for him to restrict his own sounds of pleasure. So he grabs you by your neck and seals your lips with yours. 

The kiss is as hungry as his cock. 

Your energy starts running low when your walls start clenching around his cock. Your legs really can’t take it anymore. 

“Mr. Jung, I can’t- h-help me.” Your voice breaks. Hoseok understands what you are asking for right away and wraps his hand tightly around your waist. 

He thrusts up, slapping his torso on your downside. 

It takes only three thrusts for your release to wash over you - you cream his cock. 

“Gonna cum inside you. Can’t ruin the outfit.” he speaks into your mouth. You nod agreeing to his proposition. 

Two more thrusts later, Hoseok cums in you. 

Both of you stay still, mouths wet with the messy kiss, breathe too heavy to calm yourselves down. 

“Noona, I’m taking these home.” Hoseok points at the black shiny heeled boots that are now kept inside a pretty looking leather box. 

“Oh? But those are sponsored. We have to return those.” the stylist stops what she was doing. Confusion evident in her face. 

“Don’t worry. I will take care of it.” Hoseok replies before he leaves the room. You can’t help but smile as you follow him outside. 

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"Come on," snatching her arm up, he pulls her down the long hallway, into their bedroom. Her tense body hits the soft bed with a thud.

"Erik—"

"Did I ask you to fuckin' speak?" He snaps at her and she closes her mouth, rolling her eyes at him.

"Get up." She scoots towards the edge of the bed and stands up, smoothing her hands over her exposed thighs.

Stalking the short distance towards, his index finger and thumb capture her jaw, roughly.

"What the fuck did I tell you, 'fore we left this house?" She sucks her teeth. His grip tightens.

"Use your words, brat."

"Don't start a fight with them bitches."

"Mhm. And, what did your bratty ass go and do? Huh?" She rolls her eyes, again.

"I did what I had to do, Erik. I'm just supposed to watch bitches fawn over you, in my fucking face?!" Moving his grip down to her neck, he silences her.

"Ain't nobody worried about them. You're my business, I told you that, already. Stop fucking causing scenes over unnecessary shit."

She tries to pry his hand away from her. "It's not unnecessary—"

"The hell it ain't! This is the second time, I've had to pull you off a bit—"

"Maybe, they should keep their comments to themselves and there wouldn't be a prob—"

"Shut the fuck up!" Her eyes widened for a second, trying to figure out if he really just yelled at her.

"Who the fuck are you talking to, Erik? Cause, I know it ain't me." He gives her a grim smirk and lets her neck go.

"Oh, I'm definitely talking to you. You talk too fuckin' much." He pulls his shirt off and points to the bed.

"Sit." Her attitude still in full effect, she calls him a bitch underneath her breath and sits down.

"Fuck you say?" She gives him the same smirk he gave her, saying absolutely nothing.

"Aight." Yanking her up, he sits on the bed and places her over his knee. Of course, she tries to get up but his grip won't let her.

"Stay fuckin' still." Sliding his big in between them, he unbuttons her shorts and tugs them away from her more than plump ass.

"I don't know how many times... I have to tell you, fuck them bitches." His hand rubs circles over her left cheek.

"Why won't you just listen to me—"

"You don't even listen to me— ow!" His hand collides with her backside, catching them both off guard.

"Dammit, girl!" Continuously smacking her reddening cheeks, the inside of her thighs heat up. A damp spot forms.

Pushing her top half towards the ground more, he props her ass up in the air, giving him a great view of between her legs.

"I knew ya nasty ass was wet," his finger glides over her barely covered folds, "fat ass pussy eatin' the fuck out these panties."

She bites her lip to keep her moans in. Pulling her panties off, he throws them in the same direction as her shorts.

"Erik,” she groans,

"How many times do we gotta do this? Hm?" Palming her wet mound, her breath gets caught in her throat.

"Huh?" Smacking her clit with his fingertips, she jerks. That dirty smirk comes back.

"You ain't gon talk to me, now?" She steadies herself so she won't fall, while he continues to assault her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Errrik— uh!" His index and middle finger slide into her cove, hitting her sweet spot head on.

"Mhmm.. freaky ass. You like when Daddy tease that pussy?" She grabs his leg, as his fingers slowly dip in and out of her.

"Oh fuuuckk! I h-hate it when you tease me!" Speeding up, her grip tightens and the knot in her stomach intensifies.

Her moans ricochet off the walls, delighting Erik. Her thighs tremble. Her walls swallow his fingers with every thrust, sending her very close to her peak.

"You wanna cum, babygirl?"

"Yessss! Please, baby.... please!" She gushes over his fingers, before he can give her the go ahead.

"Mm." Sticking his fingers in his mouth, he groans at her taste, "I'll let it slide, this time." He smacks her ass.

"On your knees, beautiful." After tossing her, more gently, on the bed, she gets into position. Her arch is super deep.

"Oh word? Someone must be sorry." Two heavy smacks collide with her plump cheeks.

"Mm, fuck me." Pulling off his sweats, his dick stands at attention. She licks her lips at the sight.

"Say it, again."

"Fuck me, Daddy." A hand slides between her legs, playing with her clit. She purrs.

He makes his dick jump. Stalking towards her, He smacks her hand away and slowly sinks into her.

"Ssss, fuck!" He pulls almost all the way out, leaving the tip in.

"What's my name?"

"Daddy," she whispers, reaching out to grab the back of his thigh.

"Louder, brat!" Smacking her hand away again, he pushes the middle of her back down further.

"Daddyyy— oh shhhiit!" Sinking back into her, his pace starts off reckless. Gripping her ponytail, he pulls her head back.

"You love this big dick, don't you?" She moans out, uncontrollably. Her nails dig into the bed.

"Yes! Fuckkk yes, baby!" He drives into her like a madman, causing her ass to slap against his thighs, roughly.

"Say it."

"Unh! I... I love that big dick! I love it!" Her hands fly to his waist, trying to keep a distance between them.

"Better move that fuckin' hand." He pushes it away, continuing to drive into her. Her moans turn into screams.

"Daddy fuckin' you good? Shit." Her walls clench around him.

"Yes!"

"Daddy gotta fuck you like this, for you to hear me?"

"Ah shit! Right there! Right—"

Slowing down his strokes, his hand finds the front of her throat, pulling her back into his scarred chest. Her breathing turns ragged. Her shaky hand falls on top of his, squeezing it.

"Erikkk!" Rocking in and out of her, his eyes flutter shut at how tight and wet she is.

"Fuckkk... pussy so good." She lets out a giggle, listening to him praise her.

"Don't be laughin'. Yo bratty ass still in trouble." His strokes become deeper and sharper, catching her off guard.

"I'm sorry— I'll listennnn, shit!"

"What I say bout them bitches?" She hunches forward, fisting the sheets.

"Oh my God...."

"That ain't what I said." Gripping her ponytail again, he yanks her closer, "what I say?"

"Ooou–fuck themmm!"

"Got damn... say my name."

"Daddy! Fuck! Fuck!"

"They out here gettin' this dick? Huh?"

"No! Ouch!" Another smack to her cheek turns it bright red.

"Who's Daddy babygirl?"

"Me! I'm so close!"

"Mhm, I feel that gushy shit." He lets out a grunt.

"Who got that pussy wet?" He tightens his grip on her, speeding back up.

"You! I'm gonna cum!" Her body goes rigid underneath his, crashing towards her peak.

"Cum for Daddy, babygirl."

Her mouth falls open, letting every profanity loose. Her nails dig into his skin.

"Ughhh," cumming right behind her, his body slouches on hers, causing them to fall forward.

"I love yo bratty ass." He presses rough kisses to the side of her face.

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[love-me-satoru]

He’s different but a good kind of different.

paring: Armin Alrert x Fem! Reader

warnings: Smut, Rough sex, Swearing, Jealously, Daddy kink 🤭

summary: Your sweetheart boyfriend is a different person when he’s jealous and you can’t even be mad about it.

You don’t know what made your boyfriend like this but you truly couldn’t be mad.Well maybe you do know. You were kinda flirting with Eren but not on purpose you were just hanging out with Armin Eren and Mikasa. Armin really held in his jealously because he didn’t even make a face when he noticed what you were doing. You were kind of a brat at times and Armin lowkey loved it. Because he’s usually such a soft lover and you wanted to see what he would do and as soon as you and Armin went home you knew you were fucked. On the drive home Armin was silent he had his hand on your thigh. His grip was strong but you didn’t think anything of it. But the moment you stepped into the house his hand made it around your wrist and he basically slammed you against the door pushing his body on to yours.

“Armin!”

“Shut your mouth”

and you do not used to the tone he used. You stare up at him with your pretty doe eyes.

“i saw what you were doing pretty girl.”

“flirting with my best friend like that.”

“i wasn’t.—“

“Stop. I don’t need your excuses. you want me to be mean i will.”

he wrapped his hand around your throat and pushed his knee in between your legs right up to your clothed core. you know you’re dripping all over his pants. You’re trying to grind softly on his knee to give yourself some sort of relief in moments notices he squeezed a little tighter around your throat and it halted all movement.

“No ma’am. you’ll get what you deserve.”

and that’s how he trapped you in a mating press his hand wrapped around your throat and your pussy gushing all over his hard cock.

“Wanna cum..” you’re stuttering, silently begging

“Is that how you ask baby?” as he’s ramming his hips into yours.

“God you feel so fucking good baby” as he reaches around to rub your clit.

“gotta ask correctly baby and i’ll think about letting you cum”

you’re getting close. You can feel it deep in the pit of your stomach and you’re pretty sure Armin can too.

“Oh My God! Please Daddy! Let me cum!”

“Cum for me baby.” He picks up the pace nearly breaking the bed and rubbing your clit vigorously, squirting all over yourself and the bed. screaming out his name.

“Holy shit..”

”Do that for me one more time baby.”

[thevillainswhore]

Spoiled and stuffed

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Bucky surprises you with a gift on your birthday.

Warnings: Smut (use of a d-ildo fem receiving, c-lit play, a little exhibitionism/mirror kink?), established relationship, Bucky is a warning himself, okay?

A/N: Beta’d by @lunarbuck - thank you so much my love, especially on such short notice 🥰 dividers by @saradika, also wanna give a special thank you to @flordeamatista for helping me with the colouring of my moodboard and in general being so supportive 💗

A little something for one of my nearest and dearest 🥰

You dig through your wardrobe, hair styled to absolute perfection, and make-up flawlessly applied to compliment your features, searching through your clothes to figure out the perfect outfit to go out tonight. Why?

Because it is your birthday.

Bucky refuses to let you stay in tonight, already having treated you like a queen for your special day with numerous gifts and loving gestures throughout the day. A gorgeous breakfast spread put together by him to kick off, with an extra surprise of you spread over the table for seconds.

It’s fair to say he has gone all out.

The result of your gifts from him means a mountain of new stuffies are now placed carefully into their respective homes in your shared room, chocolates overflowing your sweet stash, and an overwhelming amount of love in your heart for your man, who’s been making sure he doesn’t fall short of making you happy.

You love him with your whole heart. Birthday or not.

Hearing the door open, you know Bucky is now in the room with you, not thinking to take any notice as he’s probably just coming in to check how you’re getting on.

So, as you stand in only a towel, trying to mentally match colour choices and style options, you’re too focused on your current task to see the glint of mischief in Bucky’s eyes as he walks further into the bedroom.

Already dressed in his signature combat boots and leather jacket with all-black jeans and tight shirt fit - an outfit he knows you go crazy for - Bucky can’t help the predatory glare he pins onto you as he gawks at the fabric of your towel inching up your thighs. He honestly can’t get enough of them - marks from a week ago still staining your skin, placed there from your wild night that the thought of still makes a shiver run down his spine.

Wanting to update him to make sure he knows you're not going to be late for your reservation at the restaurant you’ve been gushing about for so long, you slightly turn your head over your shoulder - not enough for him to totally come into view - and tell him, “Hi baby! I promise I’m almost done, just gotta find something to wear and then I’m ready!”.

Bucky’s been crazy for you all day. Never mind that he wants to treat his girl on her birthday - he’s ravenous for you all the time, and now that he’s got a little extra surprise for you, he’s excited to see your reaction.

He wants you. Bad.

And he’s gonna have you.

Unaware of the tension in the room, you carry on with your quest, even without a response to you, too busy with your clothing dilemma to question your boyfriend’s antics and unusual silence. You want to pick the perfect outfit to look pretty for him after all.

Soon enough though, you're snapped out of your concentration when a sudden screech from behind you startles you enough to stop you from what you're doing and look towards the sound, only to see Bucky dragging one of your wooden chairs across the floor in your direction.

His azure eyes, fixed intently on you, never leave you as his combat boots, that hold vivid memories of you riding them, thud menacingly against the floorboards, moving closer as he doesn’t say a word.

The dead silence has the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, anticipation bubbling inside of you with the arousing fear of the unknown.

Once it seems Bucky’s happy with the placement of the chair, he walks around to the front, eyes still never leaving you as he slowly sits down and spreads his thighs, licking his lips and finally speaking for the first time since he came in.

“Come here.”

It’s simple. Yet, the authority lacing his gravel baritone has your whole body on edge, hands already trembling at his deep voice and allure that’s screaming at you to do as he says.

You still can’t help but question the meaning behind his aloofness, stuttering with nerves, “B-Bucky? What’s g-going on? What-“

“I said - Come. Here.”

You gulp.

You know that tone of voice. You know what it’s led to before.

Clarity soon hits you. The look in his eyes, the tightening of his fists against his thick thighs, deliciously wrapped in denim that strains against him. It finally makes sense.

He’s going to turn you into his ruined little mess.

Taking careful steps towards him, nervous and aroused for whatever is about to happen, your legs feel like jelly as you walk to what you know will soon turn you into a puddle, knees almost buckling with each timid tip-toe in his direction.

As soon as you’re in between his legs, Bucky smooths his huge, calloused hands over the back of your thighs, going slightly under the towel to feel the crease of your ass as he grips the meat of your legs, groaning at your soft, smooth skin and the scent of your lotion applied after your shower.

Before you can even process it, Bucky yanks the end of your towel, your breath hitching as it drapes down your body, revealing your naked form.

“Bucky!”

Your shriek goes ignored as Bucky licks his lips, eyes taking in every single delicious inch of you as he slowly runs his thumbs over your hips. The cold air hardens your nipples, heightening their sensitivity.

Did he just growl? You swear he did.

Oh, you’re gonna be so fucked.

Literally.

Turning you around and gripping your bare waist to bring you down and make you sit on his lap, you can’t help the way your chest heaves as he brings your legs over his, forcing them wide by intertwining his boots between your feet - your cunt open on display for him and him only.

You’re already panting as Bucky starts to kiss all over your neck, hands smoothing over your thighs as you feel the rough denim of his jeans against your silk-smooth skin.

It’s torture not togrind your clit against the rough texture.

A violent tremor stuns your body as his deep timber ripples through your ear. “Daddy’s got another present for you, baby girl.”

Your whines are music to Bucky’s ears. He adores how worked up he’s got you already, but he doesn’t plan to stop there.

This is just the beginning.

Reaching around, somewhere you don’t see as your eyes are already half shut in apprehension for the pleasure you know he’s about to bring you, an extra weight added to Bucky’s already huge hands brings you back down to earth a little.

“Look, sweetheart.”

You do as you're told, slowly bringing your gaze down to see what’s in his hand. An unexpected moan bursts out of you at the thick, long piece of silicone he’s holding.

“You like it, baby? Daddy had it specially made, just for his birthday girl - look familiar at all?”

Of course it fucking did.

The recognisable girth. Veins bulging down the shaft that you loved to lick and tease. The unmistakable length that hit spots no one else had ever before. Even the colour was perfect - a pink tip rounding the whole look perfectly.

An exact replica of Bucky’s cock.

“Fuck.”

You can practically feel the smug smirk on the bastard’s face, too dumbed out already to call him out for his wickedness.

It’s sinister, the grin that crosses Bucky’s face. He’s proud of how well his gift has gone down with you. “That’s right, baby. You’re gonna fuck Daddy’s cock, while I watch and enjoy the show.”

Not even having the chance to prepare yourself, Bucky begins rubbing the fat tip of the toy up and down your cunt, your now soaking pussy coating it in your juices and easily sliding through your slit, catching on your hole each time.

How Bucky found a fake dick that felt so realistic was beyond your belief. Nothing could ever compare to the real thing, but right now, you’re on the verge of begging for your boyfriend to fill you and soothe the ache.

Trying to catch the tip of the dildo on your cunt, Bucky takes the utmost pleasure in making sure he moves it away just in time before you can sink down, your needy whining hardening his cock even more.

“Daddy, please please please, I wan’ it so bad.”

The strain of your legs being forced wide by Bucky’s boots has you drooling before the main events even begin. The exposure to your naked form, contrasting against your boyfriend’s fully clothed one, surrendering yourself to his control entirely.

Your head is spinning, in the best possible way, lost in the dream that Bucky is.

“I know, I’m sorry, baby girl.” But he really isn’t, his seductive chuckle, forcing your pussy to clench as he goes on to make you even more dizzy. “Daddy just fuckin’ loves watchin’ how desperate you get for me.”

With no warning, Bucky thrusts his fake cock to the hilt, your walls fluttering around the shaft as it sits deep in your cunt. Your mouth hangs open in shock to experience the same stretch only Bucky’s cock has ever given you. The veins in your boyfriend’s arm bulge from the exertion of holding you down to stop squirming and the effort to keep himself collected, inflicting torture upon himself from not having his cock in you.

Once you’ve managed to get your breath, your head falls back onto his shoulder, too heavy from the fuzzy feeling swirling through your head to carry any longer.

But Bucky’s not finished revealing all the tricks up his sleeve.

Gripping your jaw to force your head back up, Bucky coos in condescension at how dumbed out you look, gently shaking your head to try and bring you back to the present.

“Aw, baby. Don’t tell me you’re done already. Why don’t you look ahead, hm?”

And so, as Bucky keeps a firm grip on you, you look forward to the direction your man has made you face, opening your eyes a little more to get rid of the blur of your surroundings when it becomes clear as to what else has got him so giddy.

A mirror.

A perfect view of you draped over Bucky’s lap, completely bare, with a cock held inside you.

Sly fucker.

Bucky placed the chair strategically in front of your full-length mirror just so he could add an extra element to your delicious reckoning.

Whispering into your ear, his breath causes goosebumps to break out onto the curve of your neck, “You see what I see, sweetheart? How well your pretty little cunt takes Daddy?”

You do. You can see everything. The pride in Bucky’s eyes, the feral beast hiding behind the blue that’s dying to come out.

And as he holds your gaze, he finally starts to thrust the silicone cock into you. His strokes are slow and tantalising enough to make you need more. He’s always loved finding how much you could take before you snapped.

It didn’t mean he would go easy on you just because it was your birthday.

The force behind the pace of the cock gets faster, harder, your moans and whimpers causing Bucky’s grip to tighten on your arms - no doubt leaving more bruises for him to admire next time.

You would normally be embarrassed by the loud squelching from your pussy, wetness flowing from your stuffed hole as Bucky continuously fucks his silicone cock into you. But, you can’t find it in yourself to care in the least when you’re so close to your high.

“You wanna cum?”

You don’t think you’ve ever nodded so fast in your life, words escaping you as you become boneless in his hold.

That doesn’t satisfy Bucky, though. Evident in his snarl as he growls into your neck. “I want a fuckin’ answer. Do you want to cum?”

“Yes! Yes yes please, Daddy, please!” You’re almost screaming, past experiences leaving no time to be silent any longer, knowing your man will easily leave you on edge the whole night should you not answer.

Bucky must be on the same wavelength as you, that damned twinkle in his eye, proud of his girl for learning so well.

But you think you might die as he leans forward, his gaze unwavering from yours in the mirror as he states clearly, “Fuckin’ give it to me then, baby.”

And with a couple of taps to your throbbing clit and the tip of the dildo hitting your cervix just right, giving him your cum is not a problem as you practically vibrate in his hold. Belly jittering from a little overstimulation as he slows down his strokes and eventually comes to a stop.

The room is quiet apart from your heavy breathing. Bucky gives you a second for the adrenaline to ease off before slowly sliding the fake cock out of your pussy and placing it somewhere you don’t care to check right now.

Bringing his arms around your waist after untightening his grip to lean you back into him, Bucky snuggles you, allowing you to come down from your high as he obliterates your face with dozens of kisses and whispers praise into your skin.

“Did so fuckin’ good for me, gorgeous. Daddy’s so happy you like his present for you.”

Your delirious laughter is nothing new at this point for him. The energy zapped out of you enough to have you on the border of going a little loopy. Bucky would normally carry you to bed and take care of you as he tells you stupid jokes to make you giggle. But his birthday girl deserves a good night out, with some food to settle her appetite for what is to come for the rest of the night (little did you know).

The last of the sweet kisses pecked into your silk skin have you melting into his embrace. Bucky’s delicate way of taking care of you warming your heart even after his wicked antics just before you had to go out.

“Now, I’ll give you a couple of minutes, and then we’ve really gotta get going so we don’t miss our reservation, sweetheart.”

Relaxing back into bucky, you’re almost pieced back together enough to get on with your next steps, but the feel of a huge wet patch on his pants has you immediately embarrassed and stuttering to try and explain to your man how you’ve ruined his outfit.

“Bucky, - your jeans. They- they’re um, a little… wet.” Cheeks going hot as you duck your head in shyness, you attempt to get the rest of your words out, “You might need to change before we go.”

Bucky already knows the result of fucking you with your new toy has left him with a little something on his jeans.

He can’t help the dangerous chuckle he lets loose at your sheepishness after what he’s just done.

Placing his pointer finger under your chin, turning your head towards him until you look in beautiful blue eyes, he smirks, and you know what’s about to come out of his mouth won’t be good for your health or your pussy.

“Oh, pretty girl. You really think I give a fuck? I’m not gonna change, wanna know why?”

Kissing you once on the lips, your heart begins racing again, his mouth hovering over yours as he whispers, “Because this way, everyone will know who you belong to - who made you cum so hard.”

And Bucky wouldn’t truly be your man if he didn’t proceed to kill you with his final words.

“And who’s cock you’ll be taking in your tight cunt later on when I give the birthday girl her last present of the night.”

[drxmxss]

do yall remember a week or two ago when taeyong liked that cute video of that couple staying up with their baby on reels…and everyone was like aww he wants to be a dad so bad how sweet…(or also that he wants to be pregnant but that’s neither here nor there)

edit: heres the link btw!

https://x.com/taeyongpictures/status/1739896348520980920?s=46

well! imagine you and him have been married over a year now and you start to notice he’s been having a bad case of baby fever.. always tagging you and sending you videos of cute little funny baby videos on tiktok and mommy vlogs saying “wouldn’t you look cute doing this?” and dragging you around the store to look at baby clothes bc how are hats that small!! just gushing and cooing at the itty bitty pink socks with bows and you swear you see a tear in his eye.

obviously you aren’t oblivious to this. you knew having a family was one of his goals, and it was yours too!! but both of you worked and even though he made enough to support the both of you and more, you’d assumed he would wait a while after marrying you, but after he had literally squealed in the middle of the store over a tiny pair of overalls you decided it was time to have the conversation with him again.

“honey…do you want to have a baby?” you ask softly one evening in bed, your arms are wrapped around his waist as you both start to fall asleep. taeyong almost breaks your arms flipping over so fast to look at you with bright wide eyes.

“why? do you? what brought this up? are you thinking about it?” he asks you quickly, hands on your shoulders. you smile softly at him, thinking how cute he looks when he’s so excited about this.

“well anyone would be stupid not to see how badly you do..you almost burst into tears looking at baby clothes and my entire fyp is just babies babies babies from everything you send me. you obviously do.” you say. taeyong frowns now, looking a little guilty “well yeah but..i don’t wanna pressure you if you aren’t ready..”

“Of course I’m ready my love..I just wanted to make sure you were.” you reply, hugging him close.

hearing that made taeyong snap almost instantly. that night he’d made it his mission to cum in you at least 3 times, saying “I don’t care if your birth control doesn’t wear off yet this is practice baby we gotta get ready for the real thing.” right after he makes a calendar marking the days of when you would be ovulating next.

“the real thing” turned into a big event for the two of you. you thought his baby fever would settle a but after telling him you were ready to start a family, but if anything it made it crazier. everyday he made sure to bend you over anywhere and everywhere to take him raw, at the blink of an eye he was ready and it always made you feel so special that he was that excited to breed you :(( he’d love how compliant you are and loves to just fill you up all day everyday. the thought of you round with his babies just sets something feral off in him.

and now instead of just looking at the baby clothes he was buying them by the rack not even bothering to care about the gender. “maybe we’ll get lucky and you’ll have twins.” he’d tell you. everyday a package came with a new pair of booties. “im not even pregnant yet taeyong!” you say, opening another box to reveal another pair of footie pajamas the perfect size for a newborn.

“i know but isn’t it the cutest thing baby?” taeyong coos, folding the pajamas neatly and storing them in the already too full closet in your shared bedroom.

one night, while he’s scrubbing your skin softly in the bath after yet another attempt he whispers “i think this time worked darling..i feel it..”and the thought alone makes you beam, his fever starting to rub off on you more and more. “i think so too my love..” you mumble back, admiring the way the water and his arms feel around you.

a few weeks later, you start to feel a bit ill and decide to take taeyong with you to the doctors office, a positive pregnancy result makes the both of you giddy, all smiles and kisses in the little observation room.

“by the way” the doctor says, flipping a few pages on the chart, “it looks like it’s twins!congratulations!”

you have to catch taeyong before he falls to the floor, but the excitement doesn’t falter still.

[azulock]

Day four it is! Shidou's drabbles really have like the hightest wordcounts, this one I had to cut stuff out and it's still big. They are the only ones to break into 900 ewords, go figure.

summary. when you spend long enough trying to hit on someone, but they are just too dense, you gotta start appealing to cheap shots. For Shidou, the cheap shot comes with a Christmas flavor, cause who knows, maybe Santa Claus could ignore how he is on the naughty list and give him what he wanted here.

pairing. Shidou Ryusei x Reader

wordcount. 932 words

4. Under The Mistletoe - Shidou Ryusei

A gush of warmth hit Shidou the minute he stepped out of the snowy night outside and entered the large house. Its vast living room filled with people made it hard for him to tell if the warmth was from the heating or from the sheer number of bodies. Honestly, he was a bit thrown off at how full this Christmas party was. It was held by one of the club's board members - at what was his winter home, gaudy as fuck.

When Shidou got the invitation, he really didn't plan on attending. What made him change his mind, though, was when he heard you would be there. You were part of the team's medical department, and he'd been trying to hit on you for a couple of weeks now. Trying being the operative word, because you were so immensely dense that he was wondering if you were a robot or something. Not that he would stop if you were, but he was kind of running out of excuses to talk to you.

This would also be the first time he saw you outside a work setting, he'd never heard of you going to any of the work events so far. So, this was his chance to test if you were just way too professional, and maybe see if you'd be a friendly drunk and give him a hand there. Great, now he just had to find you in this sea of people.

It didn't take long for him to spot you, drinking with a group of people and laughing about something. He wormed his way into the conversation and from there on worked to spend most of the party around you, hoping that he could get at least a moment with you alone. By this point, he'd probably make it happen if it just didn't naturally.

You were tipsy, not drunk but happy, friendly. It was a welcomed change from your typical serious demeanor. Not that he disliked the usual you, but now at least you were responding to him better. And soon enough you were both alone sitting at a window nook away from the crowd, but you were still damn dense. Fuck it, he'd have to take matters in his own hands.

"I almost had to slap someone for this, stupid people standing in my fucking way," he grunted, coming to sit back down at your side as you watched the snow fall outside.

"Careful that you don't punch someone important by mistake," you laughed, looking back at him and taking the beer he offered you and clinking your bottles together before taking a swing.

"Hey, I'm not that stupid," Shidou protested, pouting in your direction for a moment.

"But you are that crazy," you laughed again, nudging him with your shoulder before you turned back to the window, leaning forward to watch the movement of the cars in the entrance below. "Fuck, look at all those expensive cars outside, do you imagine how crazy dangerous those sports cars are in the snow?"

That was the moment Shidou saw his chance. If you were that blind, maybe he could get a little help from the holiday spirit to make things move along. When he went to get your beers, he snatched a mistletoe from one of the garlands and figured a way to just glue it to the arch over the nook you were on.

"Oh, doctors, so worried all the time," he snickered, long arm stretched as he glued the mistletoe in place without you noticing. "Do you wanna take one of these for a ride and find out?"

"No, thanks, I wanna keep my life after I leave this place," you sneered.

"Oh, you got anything planned after here?"

"Not really," you shrugged, turning back to him. "I'm not an energetic sports star like you, I'm boring, I'll go home."

"Well, I could help you change that," he responded, shooting you a mischievous smile.

"Sure," you laughed, closing your eyes and relaxing against the window.

"Hey," Shidou started, too impatient to wait for you to notice the thing on your own, "did you notice we are under a mistletoe?"

"What? No, we aren't, I'd have noticed that," you said, eyes snapping open and turning towards the arch above you. "Hmmm, that looks out of place."

"You are thinking too much, come on, you know what we gotta do," Shidou tried to distract you, leaning forward and invading your space.

"There is no garland here," you muttered, moving around him and turning to look at where the mistletoe connected before turning back to him. "Hey, that's stuck with gum. Ryusei, was this you?"

"Me? Nonsense."

"You know, if you wanted to kiss me, you just had to ask," you laughed, leaning in closer with a tipsy smile.

"Ask?" He couldn't help but laugh at your words, not even noticing when you got closer. "This is what I've been trying to do the whole nig-"

You silenced him by with a kiss, soft lips molding into his own. It started off soft, but quickly it turned more passionate, his tongue finding its way into your mouth as his large hand held your face in place while you braced yourself on his shoulders. After so long, he was finally getting what he wanted, and it tasted so much better than he could imagine.

"Oh," you blurted out the minute you had to break the kiss for air, "I thought you were just messing with me."

Holy fuck, you were the very definition of dense. Good thing he liked you anyway.

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