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coming down | Yasutora Sado x reader

Listened to The Weeknd while writing this so yall already know what’s up.

warnings: just filth. pure ass smut with you and him on the futon.

The pads of chads fingers touched the surface of the sheets, hovering above you, as his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, careful to keep himself stable above you as if you’d break if he collapsed on top of you.

You, underneath him breathing the smallest breaths as your lips parted to let them out, glistening with the slightest bit of saliva making them appear glossy, tempting Chad to lean in and get a taste.

But he stayed put, hovering above you as he carefully shifted forward, awfully aware of the massive organ splitting you in half that was his cock, slowly burying itself against the folds of your pussy as they met in a wet kiss.

It was almost a tease, the way his cock gathered your arousal on his tip as it mingled with his precum, making for a messy start at the entrance of your cunt.

But you paid no mind to the mess. Of course you didn’t, and neither did he. Too far busy keeping himself restrained, as the feeling of your walls slowly but surely welcoming him inside took everything in him not to bury himself to the hilt.

But because he loved you so, he waited until you adjusted, slowly sinking the tip of his cock until his cock head disappeared, hearing you sigh below him with the feeling of it nudging your sensitive walls.

You squirmed, shifting against the futon making the slightest bit of noise as your breath was the only thing heard, along with his own, dancing together in the air of his room while he went, sliding deeper and deeper.

You wish you could see the mess of arousal gathered with his own on the surface of your folds, watching his cock disappear inside you inch by inch as you took a monster, while he had the pleasure of watching himself— feeling himself sink inside you.

It was almost like he was afraid to make the slightest bit of noise, like the release of his breath would be his last before plunging inside you, as his eyes met yours in a constant check up for approval or pain.

But you only met his own eyes with assurance, nodding, your hand coming up to cup his chiseled face gently as your thumb moved to caress it.

To anyone else, what you’ve done might’ve been small, but to him, it gave him the strength and confidence to continue, as the fear of hurting you always kept him at bay. But tonight would be the night you two go all the way, leaving behind all fear.

He watched your hand drop back to the side of your head, fingers intertwined with the sheets in a light grip, as he kept going, his hands now planted beside your body as he moved his hips forward.

It took everything in you not to cry out, feeling his beast of a cock stretch you out little by little as it felt like you were being split in half, but Chad noticing this, brought a hand to bring yours up to his lips with a kiss, staring deeply into your eyes as he did so.

“Relax for me, carino.. I know you can take it.” He told you, his lips planting a kiss on your palm, as he let it fall back down to your side where it once belonged.

Though the farther he went, your breath hitched, feeling him finally pass through the gummy flesh ring inside you with a pop, burning from the stretch and writhing with desire.

Watching your back arch, he calmed you with a hand caressing your sides, easing you onto the final inches of his cock as you no longer had a long way to go.

His eyes downwards suddenly, own breath hitching with arousal to see how deep he really was inside you as a majority of his cock somehow stuffed you full. He saw how your arousal coated his length, dripping down to the base as it dripped onto the futon, but he could care less, far more proud of the fact that you were finally this able to take him so far.

Chads calm and calculated demeanor only dropped for a moment, feeling you tighten around him with hitched breaths, your eyes closed to bask in the feeling of ecstasy.

So finally, inching his way inside you for the remainder of what was left, you both gasped in the feeling of him fully bottoming out inside of you, nestled so deeply inside like your cunt was meant for him.

With the way your walls called him, he swore your body never wanted him to leave, sunken so deep inside it would take a god or two to pull him out. But he basked in the sight of seeing you taking all of him, his base touching your wet lips as they met in a tangle of public hair.

Finally, with the huff of a deep breath from his lips, he stuffed you full, gazing at you like a masterpiece, as he leaned down to meet his lips with yours, parting for a moment to whisper.

“You feel that, mi amor..?”

Weakly, you could only nod in response, feeling so full of him your legs trembled around him, your toes curled in a way as the bulging tip of his cock pressed against your insides, like he was right against your cervix.

He pressed against your tummy with a calloused hand, worn from days of work, gently as your breath hitched. You felt him. How deep he was inside of you, and how tightly your body clung to him so far inside.

He leaned down once more to reward your efforts with a kiss, a long one, planting his full brown lips against yours, taking your breath away before parting ways again.

“You’re taking me so well.”

You flushed, squirming aimlessly with the lingering feeling of him stuffing you full, but with that, the giant shadowed you to cage you underneath him in a heavy embrace with your legs wrapped around his hips, finally ready to show you how proud of you he really was.

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IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT

some slightly mean ichigo smut inspired by @ichigf I decided to write cause I highkey had nasty thoughts ab him tonight. (3 AM) I don’t normally write for Ichigo but I hope yall enjoy <3

includes: mutual masturbation ig, AFAB reader in mind, nasty Ichigo. NSFW obviously. mentions of getting caught, dirty talk. 1.2k words

“Look at you. So fucking wet and we didn’t even begin.”

Ichigo looked down at you, body hovering over yours as the bed springs creaked from his weight. Your eyes glassy from how hot and flushed your face was.

He caught you, red fucking handed. Quite literally so, walking home late at night to find you in his room touching yourself, writhing in his bed trying to get yourself off.

The sight was a sorry one to him, really, knowing he was the one that always made you feel good. Your fingers alone were never really enough.

“Really snuck all the way upstairs into my room? Knowing my dad might hear you..”

With his words, you might’ve thought he was mad, and although you couldn’t see his expression quite clearly in the dark of his room only slightly lit by the moonlight shining from his window, you could hear the smirk on his face anyway.

“Such a dirty girl.. I can’t believe you. All because you’re hungry for my cock.. right?”

Ichigos words couldn’t make you flush hard enough, embarassing you by the second while he shamed you, although you felt yourself grow wetter with each word he spoke.

Suddenly, feeling his hands snake its way to your hip, you felt him snatch your boxers away to reveal your puffy folds, wet and soaking from his words alone.

“Damn baby.. I really got you this wet? Guess we’re gonna have to take care of that..”

Before you had the chance to speak, a hand of his moved your own away to mess with your clit, sliding his fingers up and down your pussy to feel gather your arousal.

He was impressed, really. But not surprised.

“Ichigo..” you whimpered, but your cry was soon hushed by Ichigos hand around your mouth.

“Shhh, be quiet. You don’t want my dad n’ lil sisters to hear you whining for me downstairs do you?”

You looked at him sheepishly, shaking your head as a no, as he removed his hand away to bring it back to your folds.

“Good.. don’t need another reason for my dad to be bothering my ass in the morning.”

His tone was mean, teasing, even, but he knew you didn’t mind when he felt how wet you got while he talked to you like this. It turned you on and you couldn’t help it.

Your eyes turned to see Ichigos left arm planted on the bed, keeping him stable enough to hover above you while the other messed with your cunt, the sticky sound of his fingers playing with your arousal not going unnoticed by your ears.

With your eyes moving downwards to watch, you noticed the hard on inside his pants, as he immediately caught your gaze, and laughed.

“Oh, you just noticed..?” He moved his hand a bit to show you, tenting in his jeans. “See the shit you do to me? This is your fault..”

You only mewled behind your own hand, covering your mouth as you bucked into his hand. His touch sent fire to your skin, knowing how and where to touch you while his thumb circled around your pussy, while the other teased your hole.

You couldn’t stand it, trying your hardest not to whine as you knew his sisters were only a few doors away. But the thought of getting caught by his father made you wet.

“Shit.. You’re so fucking wet.. Wonder what nasty shit you’re thinking about..” he whispered, in a distracted, yet hushed voice, too busy looking down at your messy clit.

Ichigo said nothing about the way you jerked against his hand, your body desperate for more, as he only smirked. But he continued, playing with your clit as he could feel how puffy it was, guessing you must’ve been trying to get off for a while.

“Fuck.. m’ so fucking hard.. You’re lucky they’re all asleep. I would’ve turned you over on your knees and fucked you deep.”

You could hear the slight desperation in his voice, the annoyance caused by the tent in his jeans. You knew he wanted to be inside you, but he didn’t wanna risk waking up his sweet little sisters, or his dad, worst of all.

So he settled for getting you off instead, until an idea flashed inside his mind, smirking down at you as he watched your brows furrow in confusion.

Ichigos hand left your clit only for a brief moment, watching him loosen the buckle of his jeans as he tossed it to the floor, as he freed his aching cock from his boxers.

“S..see? Look how hard I am.. all cause of you.. sneaking into my room at this time of night, touching yourself on my bed..”

Ichigo couldn’t help but groan, his cock twitching in the air as it was freed, begging for release. So he decided to lean on the bed, thrusting against the sheets to seek release as he rubbed your clit.

The scene was lewd, your muffled cries behind your hand while he fucked himself against the bed. All while Ichigo was able to keep himself hovering above you to stimulate you, while getting himself off.

But with the way your hips jerked and your pitch heightened, he knew you were close. And he was too.

Yet with the way he was rubbing your soaking clit so furiously, it wasn’t hard to feel release bubbling inside you, hips bucking in the air as you could feel yourself get close.

“Mmh.. I—Ichigo—“ “fuck— I know baby, I know—“

Ichigo cut you off with desperation laced in his words, hearing him pant harder as he fucked the sheets faster.

Hearing him nearly release, your thighs started to shake as you realized you were about to come, crying out behind your hand as he looked up to meet your eyes.

“Fuck.. just wait— hold on for me a little longer—“ Ichigo gasped, panting in the air as he rocked his hips a little harder, finally nearing his peak as you neared yours.

“Fuck— fuck—! Just— just come for me— cmon, come.. come all over me.. m’ close too—“ Ichigo whispered with a string of curses, his brows furrowing as he neared his release.

Finally, hearing him speak, your body arched off the bed as you came with a cry, trembling violently as he watched you quake on the bed.

The sight of your climax brought upon his own, jerking in his place above you on the bed as he fucked the sheets, spurting ropes of cum all over the bed as he gripped the sheets.

He sat up to kneel as he fisted his cock a few more times, watching the rest of his cum leak as he came down from his high, panting heavily as you were.

You watched with a smile as you panted breathlessly, collapsed on the bed with your chest heaving. Ichigo caught your smile, smirking back at you like a mirror as his own breath mingled with yours.

The both of you, messily intertwined after sex, like the two horny teenagers you were, finally began to wind down, as he carelessly snatched off the sheets, throwing it across the room into the bin.

“Damn.. that was.. I— I needed that..” Ichigo breathed, smiling as he laid himself beside you, spooning you with a hand over your tummy while he kissed your neck, breath ever so slightly tickling your skin.

You tiredly hummed in agreement, smiling to yourself as you grew sleepy, eventually falling asleep in his arms as he hugged you.

“Sleep well babe.. I know you need it.”

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This fanfic I’m never going to write is really damn good.

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I need to be squished between Javier Escuella and Charles Smith

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loving a man so much you even know what fish he’d be if he were one

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Your fave finds your dildo and compares it to his own dick so he can see if he'll be able to satisfy you properly

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thank you to the 7 people who like all my posts

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Headcanons for dating Guy Gardner

Guy Gardner x reader

warnings: like minor innuendos and like. guy gardner being a silly guy.

a/n: LEECH LORD I LOVE U FOR USING MY REQUEST TEMPLATE MWAH MWAH. also guys wouldn’t it be funny if i fridged reader. dont look up fridging if you dont know what it means its an infamous kyle rayner reference and i dont want to be the reason you are traumatized.

prompt: @the-leech-lord: “Prompt: Headcanons for Guy dating a civilian”

guy was such a pain in the ass

but he was your pain in the ass

you had to put him in his place more often than not

“against my vows to do the dishes” -guy

“i’m gonna go to oa my damn self and tell the ‘masters of the universe’ youre using their vow in vain” -you

“guardians of the universe! masters of the universe is he-man!! and don’t do that, i will do the dishes” -guy

“and you can’t use the ring to do your chores” -you

“damn it!” -guy

dont get me wrong, guy was still a great boyfriend and he had his moments—but this man was such a punk

acclimating to being with someone in “the life” was hard but he was pretty good about helping you adjust

like he ALWAYS texted you back ASAP so you didn’t worry

even if he was off-planet (he gave you a extraterrestrial long-distance communicator and told you to keep it a secret)

“yes, honey, i am very much alive and well, but im fighting a fleet of alien spaceships right now so im gonna have to hang up now, okay?” -guy

when you were first introduced to the “justice gang,” michael and kendra were shocked guy could have an s/o

“you’re guy’s partner? how do you put up with his shit?” -kendra

“oh, it’s easy. i just threaten to tell the lantern corps whenever he’s being pouty and he immediately starts to behave again” -you

“would that even work?” -michael

“calling up the lantern corps? don’t know, never tried. he just looks so panicked whenever i say it, it’s never failed” -guy

“you’re incredible.” -kendra

guy def parades u around a lil bit. like he’s very proud to be able to call himself ur bf

sometimes you get a lil insecure bc he literally is a green lantern and knows so many powerful people and meets people on other planets?? and he still chooses you every day

when he comes home from off world missions he never shows up empty handed. either he found something to gift you from another planet or he’ll just show up with some coffee and donuts

“this is, uh, well i don’t really remember what it’s supposed to resemble, but it’s a very cute creature on their planet. this is the equivalent of a teddy bear for us” -guy

“oh! it’s so…unique. i love it” -you

“and i love you” -guy

he’s very passionate and his love language is 100% touch so he likes to have you close

when you’re out, his arm is around your hip at all times

when you’re home, he’s hugging you from behind and kissing your shoulders and back

he holds you and dances with in the living room while you’re having conversations in the living room, you’ll tell him about your boring day and he’ll brag about his battle feats

you cut his hair for sureeee

“just make sure the bowl is straight, i don’t want to look stupid” -guy

“oh, no, we wouldn’t want you looking stupid” -you

(a/n: idk if there’s any comic canon lore behind his bowl cut and i dont feel like researching but it’d be soooo funny if thats just how him mom cut it when he was a kid and he just never changed his hairstyle)

you middle parted his hair just to mess with him

“y/n, that is so not funny. don’t take pictures, i don’t want a digital footprint or whatever it’s called” -guy

*you actively posting it on your story and tagging him*

like i said, gotta put the man in his place. he’s far to cocky

he also posts date night pictures of you guys all the time he’s super proud of u

whenever there’s some insane thing going on in metropolis (where you live for the sake of the plot) he always makes sure you’re clear of danger before fighting the enemy head-on

“you took your sweet time” -michael

“oh, you know. had to check on the significant other” -guy, winking

“cool story, want to start helping now?” -michael

you were starstruck the first time you met superman

“y/n, you hang out with superheroes every day!” -guy

“yeah, but he’s superman!” -you

“so?! he’s just an alien. i go space all the time, i’m much cooler than him” -guy

“you’re right, you’re so much cooler than him” -you

guy enjoyed when you fed his ego

like lowkey it was the most flattering thing for him it always made him super happy

“so you think i’m super-cool huh?” -guy

“oh, yeah, you’re the coolest” -you

“well, since i’m so cool, we should go somewhere cool this weekend” -guy

“cool or warm?” -you

“you’re right, warm is better. how about the florida keys?” -guy

“how about greece?” -you

“oooh, fancy-schmancy” -guy

“oh, i’m not good enough for greece?” -you

“i didn’t say that!” -guy

he definitely would take you on trips since he had the ability to travel by ring lol

“when can i get one of those?” -you, tapping his ring

“are you asking me to propose?” -guy

“no, i want a cool superpowered ring, duh” -you

“well, in that case. probably never. only the the people with the most willpower in the universe get these. maybe if i forget to do the dishes again a red one will find you” -guy

you swatted him and he started laughing his ass off

you have to promise not to watch the shows youre watching together when he’s off world and its sooooo hard

sometimes it hits you how normal you are compared to him and life almost doesn’t feel real but he’s pretty good about making sure you know you mean the world to him

he likes to make little constructs to distract you when you’re busy doing stuff

like when you’re in the shower and suddenly there’s a transparent green bird perched on the curtain rod

“guy, what the hell are you doing?” -you

“just helping you live out your disney fantasies. he’s here to help you get ready” -guy, through the bathroom door

“cut it out, that’s so weird!” -you, watching the green bird hold your towel in its beak

“sing to it!” -guy, cackling

“no!!” -you

he loves outlandish pranks

non-harmful ones for you but if it were the justice gang it’d definitely be something a little more dangerous

speaking of the justice gang, you got to tour the WIP hall of justice and it was like the coolest thing ever

“we could do it here alllll the time” -guy

“ew, guy, why would you even say that?” -kendra

“save it for when we get home, smooth talker” -you

justice gang def texts you all the time and tells guy how much cooler you are than him and he actually usually agrees

because duh, if you weren’t cool he wouldn’t be dating you

guy 100% will say he’s gonna give you a back/foot massage or something and make the ring do it

you can tell the difference but the ring constructs lowkey do it better so you don’t say anything

i mean he is using his willpower to do it so its not like hes not trying

you wear his JG jacket sometimes and have requested your own honorary jacket but he likes when you wear his clothes so he won’t budge

tbh i may not have added it too much in this fic but he definitely lovesss to hear “i love you’s” and says it soooo much

and he loves compliments and always makes sure to compliment you back

and he loves deep kisses

and when you care enough to keep him in check

and any cheeky shit you end up doing like (forgive me lord) slapping his ass when he walks by (its funny ok)

he doesn’t do spooning tho bc he sleeps on his back and snores like a mf

you’re very grateful for the quieter nights

when you can’t sleep, guy will fly you two up in a bubble over metropolis at night and look at all the city lights

“it’s pretty up here” -you

“i can only focus on you” -guy

“yeah right” -you

“calling me a liar?” -guy

“maybe” -you

“ouch, not cool. guess we’re not getting froyo from your favorite spot in town” -guy

“oh, you’re evil” -you

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This is a sign for you to write that self-indulgent fic

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I finally drew spirit society Shinji✨

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*MDNI

˚꒪ ♬‧꒰ა ໒꒱༝⁺.𝄞 Sado Yasutora most definitely takes advantage of the size difference between the two of you. Especially with all the strength he has.

At first he just assumed he liked it so much because he had an easy way of protecting you. He can easily push you to stand behind his back and you disappear, no one sees you when you stand behind him. He liked that, he liked that he covered your entire body. Just as much as he liked the visible part of his big hands holding your waist. He doesn’t even need to use both of them, just one is enough but he likes that when he uses both hands, the entirety of your waist is in his palms.

He absolutely loves that he can just pick you up with ease, no trouble whatsoever, no grunting, nothing. Just picks you up like you’re a feather, like you’re the lightest thing ever. Chad doesn’t do it all the time however — wanting to respect your comfort, but, when you’re being a brat or stubborn, he will just pick you up and take you where he needs you to be.

But! Just because he has all those muscles and strength does not mean he used that against you. He will never, ever do that to you. He’s just not that kind of man.. unless of course.. he’s fucking you and you’re begging the man to wrap his big hand around your neck. Giving him the prettiest glossy eye look. Or when you convince him to take those pictures with his big hands wrapped around your neck or face.. even so! He doesn’t use extreme strength.

When he does use it, it’s for convenience. Like.. when he has you pinned against the wall, your legs spread out, pinned as well just so he can see himself come in and out of your wet cunt. Watching how you open up when he leaves and how tight you get when he pushes himself back in. It drives the man crazy, your smaller body against the hold of his big hands, being easily pinned. And not in a sadistic way, he just loves that you give him complete trust over your body.

He loves seeing the flushed look on your face when he easily moves your body to look at him in conversation, or when you squeeze your thighs together because it was so easy for him to pull you and start making you move to where direction he needs you to go. Most of all, he loves when he can pin your hands above your head with just one hand.

Seeing your entire body beneath him exposed, shivering and trembling because of his big fat cock pushing itself into you. no matter how much you squirm, you can’t exactly run away because of how easy it is to hold you down by the simple act of your hands being pinned. And it’s not like you’re complaining, you loved his weight on top of you. It was warm, soothing. It relaxed your nerves.

It never once scared you how you can’t possibly escape his hold, you knew you can. The man loves you and wouldn’t put you in any danger or harm.

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The eyes, it’s their weakness. 18+

˗ˏˋ𓆩 ✩ 𓆪ˎˊ˗⭒ Ishida Uryu is already a modest guy. It takes him a bit longer to ask for his desires to be satisfied, mostly because it’s a flustering subject. His ears start to dust pink just at the mere sound of a moan coming from your pretty lips. But, just because he’s shy at first about it doesn’t mean he lacks the confidence. Once he finds his rhythm, Ishida is a hungry man. Despite how flushed his face looks and how vocal he is because of how good you feel — he knows how to get you there just fine.

If he quietens himself down and shoves his face in the crook of your neck, you’re done for. The man is big in length but skinny in girth, though, it doesn’t matter because he fills you up just fine.

It’s when he decided to stare at your pretty eyes that he crumbles.

His ears are already being blessed by the whimpers and moans slipping past your lips despite the slow pace he’s giving you. He’s opening you up, getting your cunt adjusted to his length but your thighs were already trembling on either side of his hips. Tightening up. He tries soothing you, talking to you in a broken stable voice; “I know, I know..” he breathes out, pushing another inch in. “I’m halfway in, we’re almost there baby..”

To make it easier, Uryu moves to hover over you. His hands on either side of your head, slightly gripping the pillowcase. His gaze is stuck on looking at your hole that was taking him in so well, he was cursing out profanities in that elegant yet cracking voice of his. It was making you crumble, he was saying and sounding like that all because of you. You couldn’t help but whine out, your hand reaching up to dig your nails into his pale white skin.

“Jesus..” Uryu breathed out, his eyes trailing up your body. He met your eyes, your glossy, pleasing, doe eyes. Starring right back at his, and Uryu just snapped. In a haste, his pushed himself all the way in without a warning. He took your breath away, making you arch off the bed and dig your nails deeper into his skin.

Ishida, he growled. Something in him ignited while he began pounding himself into you, all while starring down at you. At your eyes. “God,” he panted, “is that how you always look at me? With such fucking need.”

“God, you look so pretty like that.” He began blabbering, all while continuing to stare you down. He was practically making you a mess; his words, his eyes, his dick, it was making you so wet. You could feel yourself dripping out along with his pre-cum.

You didn’t know what to say, too caught up with your moans. And when he began that lovely pace you truly loved, your eyes rolled back in pure bliss. Uryu, he used to love that, now he’s urging you to keep your pretty eyes open. “Focus on me,” he grunted, his heavy breathing fanning your lips. “Don’t close your eyes, I won’t let you cum.”

You gasped. Blinking your eyes open up at him, crying out moans. “Too much!” You mumbled in a shaken voice, “I can’t-” “you can, and you will.” Uryu demanded. “I want to memorized your pretty eyes looking at me like that, like a damn slut in need.”

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˚꒪ ♬‧꒰ა ໒꒱༝⁺.𝄞 Chad isn’t nearly a saint but he isn’t an easy sinner. The man has urges, he knows that — and he knows he can easily ask you to satisfy them without a thought or a complaint. He just hasn’t discovered how to in a way where it feels gentleman like. He doesn’t want you to feel like a toy - despite how much you’ve implied you wouldn’t mind. He also doesn’t want to tire you out in the middle of the day.

To say the least, Chad Yasutora loves receiving head from you. He loves to feel of your tongue dancing around his shaft, loves the feeling of your pretty lips wrapped around his tip and sucking on it. He loves seeing that your one hand doesn’t grip the entire thing because it’s too thick and shamefully, he loved hearing you struggle taking him in.

Your mouth and how you use it, is simply toe curling. Chad is never not struggling because of it; he always says that you did something new but he can’t exactly pin point it because it feels to good. You are always left clueless because you swear you’re doing the same things over and over again, sure sometimes you expand your horizons and do something new but, for the most part, it’s always the same actions.

“Fuck..” Chad breathed out. His legs were spread apart, enough for you to be able to sit in between them. His hand gently gripped your hair, doing nothing in particular with it, just mostly resting it there. “God damn..” he grunted out.

You were swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip, licking up all the precum that was oozing out from when you were stroking it. Your tongue lapped against the ridge of his head and his shaft, earning you a hiss from him. His thighs slightly flinching. Your lips smiled against his dick, feeling a bit prideful. You, making such a big man squirm.

Striding your tongue lower onto his length, your hand came up to continue stroking his tip. Squeezing and flicking your wrist around it, your thumb adding pressure. All of this attention was making it hard for Chad to be quiet, a few whimpers slipping past him. After coating his entire dick with your salvia, you went back up and started sucking on his tip again.

Grunting, Chads head lowered. It was impossible to keep his eyes open when you were just sucking him just right but he just had the urge to open them, and he was blessed.

You were already staring up at him, you always did. You liked the way he looked, how his head leaned backwards and his broad chest rose up and down. It stunned you, seeing him looking down at you. It stunned you but it aroused you. His eyes were half-lidded and his tanned cheeks dusted a deep shade of red.

Who knows what came over Chad, but seeing you like that — on your knees, pretty eyes starring up at him, it made him crumble. For the first time, he grabbed your hair with some strength and pushed your head all the way down his length, making you gag and your eyes water.

“Keep looking at me.” He ordered out of breath. His hand was firm on your hair, moving your head up and down. Making you gag each time. His breathing was going out of pattern, it was heavy and it was hard. He was just going crazy over you looking up at him like that; the sudden desire to spit in your mouth, call you all sorts of dirty things.

“God, aren’t you a fucking whore.” He growled out, making you mewl.

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Yasutora Sado who loves the height difference between you two. When taking a picture, he’ll stand behind you, his head lowered just a bit to get within frame with a hand over your waist, pulling you against him while you stand in front of the mirror and take a pic.

Or walking around town and being proud enough to be able to protect you, knowing how big and intimidating he can seem, not even needing to lift a finger for the guy that was bothering you to get the hint and leave.

But he loves the little things too, like holding your hand and noticing how small it is while intertwined with his, or walking into his room to see his shoes lined up by your much much smaller ones.

You’re on the shorter side, sure, he doesn’t always tease, and never goes out of his way to make you feel bad about yourself for being born that way, but he’ll always remind you he loves you just as you are. Whether it be a soft kiss on your lips or the smile he admires your figure.

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Schoolboy! Chad who’ll get in trouble with you. Maybe skip a class or two, or make a run for it while a counselor is scolding the both of you. He may not be the one to suggest it, but he surely isn’t staying. And he always makes sure you make it out too.

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Writing smut about Chad all the time on here is strange because I have some of the softest ideas and scenarios with him in my brain or note dump that’ll probably never be unleashed to the public