#and i have callouses on my palms 😩

[chiliyue]

3D aurora reveal?!?!?

- boxing fyodor anon

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[kingkatsuki]

Thinking about Bakugou fucking you with one of those lovense vibes inside you and he can’t handle the vibrations and cums instantly😩

This has been in my drafts for so long I don’t even remember writing it.

Warnings: 18+, toys.

“Aww, you poor baby,” Bakugou practically sneers as his thumb glides against his phone screen, “Is it too much?”

Even without the intense vibrations humming inside you, the sight in front of you may have been enough to have you wondering whether you’d reached the pearly gates. His heavy cock hangs low, the tip tinted a violent crimson as it leaks glistening beads of pre. Sat back on his haunches between your thighs for the perfect view of the new tiny pink vibrator that sat nestled against your g-spot.

“Fuck,” Your voice echoes much like the vibrations that pulse inside you while Bakugou controls the power, a conniving grin spread across his cheeks as he presses a calloused thumb against your puffy clit. The sudden movement has you jolting as your thighs try to clamp shut, the hulking wall of muscle you call your boyfriend is enough to prevent it as he begins pressing taut circles against the sensitive bud, “Katsuki, I can’t.”

“That’s not what you were sayin’ earlier when you were begging me to try it,” He scoffs, ignoring your pleas as he drops the phone to focus on you, “Textin’ me at work about how desperate you were to be fucked— Please, Daddy I wanna cum.”

“I did not say that, don’t lie.” You flush at the pet name.

“Yeah, ya did,” Bakugou presses, “Thinkin’ about me bending you over while I’m out on patrol.”

The debauched rasp to his voice has your cunt clenching around the small bullet as your toes began to curl, the harsh vibrations paired with the constant attention against your clit has you woozy. It doesn’t help that he’s still got black charcoal around his eyes from where his hero mask once sat, the cloth now pushed up over his forehead to push the messy blond spikes away from his face. Barely enough time to change before you’d cornered him.

“You still with me, sweets?” Bakugou hums, squeezing the plush of your thigh with his palm.

But you can’t bring yourself to respond, the euphoria consumes you whole. Teary eyes rolling back into your skull as you succumb to the pleasure, hips bucking wildly as Bakugou’s hand follows your motions. The other moves to push against your hip to pin your body to the bed as he helps you through your climax.

“That’s it— fuck, baby. You look so hot like this.” He groans, the leaky tip of his cock streaking against your inner thigh as he hovers over you, “Didn’t even last five fuckin’ minutes.”

“Yes I did,” You huff, your palms reach down between your bodies to tug his wrist away from your cunt as the sensation becomes too overwhelming, too intense.

“Nah, you didn’t.” He scoffs, giving a playful swat to your messy folds as you mewl in response.

“You try it then, it’s a-ahh, it’s a lot.” You try to steady your breathing but it’s difficult with the consistent vibrations, enough to slur your words as Bakugou shakes his head.

“Don’t even think about it, sweetheart. You ain’t stickin’ that in my ass.” He circles his cock in a fist as he begins to jerk it languidly, his other hand stroking the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“I didn’t mean that,” You began, although the idea was now firmly planted in your head for later, “I meant fuck me—“

“What?” Bakugou’s cock twitched in his palm, “Of course I’m gonna fuck ya, baby.”

“No, I mean with the toy— inside.”

“You think I’ll fit.” He glowers, pressing the fat tip of his cock through your messy folds as he coats himself in your slick.

“It’s not that big,” You sigh, your walls pulsing around it, hungry for more, “If you think you can handle it.”

“Course I can fuckin’ handle it,” Bakugou snorts indignantly as he lines himself up with your fluttering hole, “I’ve fucked you with that wand pressed against your clit enough times—“

But you could tell from the deep, guttural whine that left his throat as his jaw went lax that this was certainly not the same. Bakugou hadn’t expected you to be so tight with a tiny bullet inside you, the vibrations strong and constant, pressing against the side of his cock. Sending a pleasurable pulse all the way down to his balls as he tries to steady himself, holding his breath which just seems to make everything worse. The sensation was intense, borderline numbing as he tried to focus on anything other than the rumble of the little pink toy against his cock.

You buck your hips, desperate for some kind of relief as you felt incredibly full, biting down on your bottom lip as you watched your boyfriend statuesque in front of you.

“Katsuki, move—” You whine, but it was too late.

“Fuckin’ shit,” The sound slips from between clenched teeth as he finally exhales, letting go of the breath he was holding as his entire body convulses. The pulsing enough to have his heavy balls emptying inside your tight cunt as he grunts in satisfaction. The lack of oxygen to his brain clouds his vision, making the orgasm even more intense as he gives a few sloppy thrusts into your tight heat as he coats your walls with his spunk. Pulling out to try and escape the powerful sensation as a few more globs of cum land on your cunt and pelvis, his messy cock still twitching from pleasure.

“I thought you said you could handle it?” You smile as you look up at the blissed out expression on Bakugou’s face, stunned that a toy had made him cum like a randy teenager, “What was that? Thirty seconds?”

Bakugou’s chest heaves as he glares down at you with furrowed brows, giving the side of your thigh a playful swat as he reaches for his cell phone. His thumb glides across the screen as he turns the vibrations to the max setting, “Let’s see how you like it huh, ya little brat.”

[sashiavi]

imagine big boy diluc… like VERY HUGE!!1!1!!1 his beautiful thick arms are bigger than ur head, his tummy, his thighs, his ass, HIS TITS FBWNBDKWNDKW idk i have always hc him as big and hairy, it really suits him (in my opinion) and jesus my heart hurts when i imagine fucking him sooo good 😭😔😔😔😭😭😭😔😔

Ughh you're sooo right- big boy Diluc please rearrange my guts ! ! Diluc needs to be built like Gallagher from hsr !

I've had this idea of him just rOTTING in my notes for genuinely over a year now- was waiting for someone to say it 😩

Warnings : 18+ Smut | Size Difference | Detailed body descriptions (we're analysing this man today)

Hope you enjoy ♡♡

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BigBoy!Diluc with his sleeves rolled up, dark hair on his arms on display from elbow to wrist. Forearms thick and veiny- so fucking strong, throwing you around with ease.

BigBoy!Diluc with his large hands, so warm and tough, bigger than your face. Imagining his palms caressing over your skin, sucking in the heat from his fingers. Archons his fingers, thick, long and calloused and yet still so pretty. Perfect for suckling and choking on them, sobbing when he finger fucks your pretty pussy.

BigBoy!Diluc who eats well, of course he does, with all that luxury and money. He's not as lean as he used to be, when he was the Cavalry Captain for the Knights of Favonious, but Gods was he still strong. Wielding that heavy claymore with ease, carrying stock boxes for the Tavern, effortlessly fucking you in the air, held up by just his hands.

BigBoy!Diluc with strong, broad shoulders, big back and biceps, filled out with thick muscle. Gods his chest- Pectorals filled out with fat and muscle, decorated in delicate freckles and moles and a decent patch of hair on his sternum - Pretty pink nipples sealing the deal.

BigBoy!Diluc with a little bit of a tummy, soft love handles barely peaking over his trousers, still packed with hard muscle, cushioned with a bit of fluff. Perfect for grabbing, pulling his hips towards your own.

BigBoy!Diluc with his hairy belly, leading down down into his pants, happy trail framing his tummy and torso perfectly.

BigBoy!Diluc with his thick thighs, perfect for you to sit on, snuggled in his lap like a lapdog. Perfect for you to straddle and ride, big, warm hands on your hips guiding you to hump on him like a puppy.

BigBoy!Diluc with his large, broad nose, always jabbing and nudging into your perfect pretty clit while he tongue fucks your pussy. His crimson eyes looking up at you from behind the arched bridge of his nose, drunk and bleary, teeth nearly accidentally biting into the soft flesh of your cunt.

BigBoy!Diluc and his fat cock. Thick and pudgy, angry, flushed pink tip oozing globs of pre down his shaft. Gods, his cock. Pulsing and flexing, pretty veins accenting his richly thick length. Heavy shaft bobbing with arousal, struggling to stand tall from its weight.

BigBoy!Diluc with his heavy breeder balls, perfectly accented by his thick thighs. Groomed but still hairy, perfectly pairing with his droopy, heavy cock.

BigBoy!Diluc who has stamina. Fucking up your pussy over and over, holding his warm hand on your tummy, over that thick belly bulge the pudgy head of his cock stabs into you.

BigBoy!Diluc who can easily take all those scratches, teethy kisses, the crescent moons of your nails digging into his back.

BigBoy!Diluc putting pants on in the morning, bare back covered in old scars and new nail scratches. He can barely shuck them on, hindered by the heavy swell of his cock and the thick of his ass.

BigBoy!Diluc who brushes your hair out of your face with his thick fingers, palm rested on your temple, oh so warm in the morning chill.

BigBoy!Diluc with his pretty smile, kissing a soft goodbye on your forehead with his plump lips.

BigBoy!Diluc who will be back later, wrapping you up in the comfiest hug, huge arms wrapped around your body, strength lifting you in a silly twirl, lips peppering hot kisses all on your face.

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[amathslutsguidetofandom]

The face Bucky makes as he watches you get ready for girls night and he convinces you to stay home in the best possible way😏

It wouldn’t take much for Bucky to convince me to stay home😩🤭

In The Middle Of The Night

PAIRINGS: James "Bucky" Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

WARNINGS: nothing really, unless you count Bucly eyeing you up and down like an animal lol. Implied SMUT

WORD COUNT: 404 (This was short lol)

*not proof-read*

ENJOY!

"Bucky, baby?" you call out as you walk out of your shared bedroom. The evening is gentle and chill; the flat screen TV plays some game from last night, and Bucky sits on the couch, shirtless, eyes focused on the competition in front of him. You walk into the living room and stand in front of your boyfriend. "Babe, can you zip me up?" You turn in your place and wait for him to follow your instructions.

Bucky snaps out of his focus from the television screen and moves his sight to the view in front of him. You. He sees the corset dress, the one that stops at your knees, the gift he bought for your birthday. It hugs all your curves in the right areas, accentuating your breasts and making them fuller. The thin straps sag against your shoulders, needing the support of your, still unzipped, dress.

Bucky’s heart skips a beat as he sees the curvature of your lower back. He clears his throat and stands up. "Of course, doll." You throw a smile over your shoulder before facing back towards the television. "Don’t wait up too late; Alicia’s going to drop me back. She’s the only one not drinking. She says it won't do her any good if she's hungover for her in-law's breakfast tomorrow." You yap away, unaware of Bucky’s hungry stare roaming your body.

You feel his fingertips being dragged along your naked skin, the area pebbling with goosebumps at how light his touch is. You slightly shiver and giggle. "Bucky," you chastise, snapping him out of his desire. "Right, sorry." He drags the zip up until the expanse of your back is no longer exposed. Then, he places his hands on your hips and turns you in your place.

"Do you have to go?" he murmurs, placing soft kisses on your neck. You giggle and try to push him away. "Yes, baby. It's been months since I've seen my girls," you laugh, but it slowly morphs into a moan as he nips the space below your ear.

He slides his calloused palms up your thighs and rubs at the hem of your underwear. "Come on, doll. Just 10 minutes, for me?" You snort at his suggestion. "Yeah? What’s going to happen during those 10 minutes, Barnes?" He picks you up effortlessly and starts walking to the bedroom. "Persuade you to spend the night screaming my name, doll."

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Sorry for not getting back to you sooner, babes!!!😩😩😩

This has been sitting on my mind for a while :)

I have some more ideas coming up in the future, lovelies!!! Till' then

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

[ultravioletrayz]

hello, darling!!

i absolutely love your work and how you write and i was wondering if you could write something for miguel inspired by the song million dollar man by lana del rey? it could be something like him being reader's sugar daddy and taking them to trips and shopping sprees. I'd love it if it had some smut to it but that's up you!!

thank you!!

A miguel ask based on lana? Nonnie, I’m in love 😩 (18+)

"You're screwed up and brilliant... Look like a million dollar man... So why is my heart broke?"

You had thought that being with a man of such status, a man with sophistication flooding out of his deep pockets, would make such degenerate acts a thing of the past. You're 'dating' the CEO of Alchemax, a certain level of refinement should have been expected.

But not with Miguel.

Miguel has money and power, sure, but he's dangerous. He's tainted. He's flawed.

Only you, his princess, get to see those flaws of an otherwise suave man. One of which being his inability to resist your seemingly innocent charms. Something about your naivety turned Miguel into a needy man, hellbent on satisfying you with his lavish lifestyle and fat cock, while you cling to him like the pretty little trophy you are.

Tonight is no different.

The noise of people chatting coming from outside the sleek bathroom of the fancy restaurant Miguel had brought you to is filtered out by your muffled cries into the calloused palm of Miguel's hand clasped over your mouth, smearing the Dior lip gloss you bought with his card last week.

Miguel's eyes constantly dart back and forth between the clasp of the Tiffany necklace that decorates your neck, and the way your ass ripples with the force of each of his thrusts, the bottom of your little black designer dress flipped up to give Miguel a good view of the way your perfect body greedily sucks his cock inside.

Everything acts as a constant reminder that, despite your relationship being hard to define, there is no price Miguel isn't willing to pay to get you to remain loyal. To remain his.

It's almost unbelievable, the fact that even though Miguel sees you as the most radiant exotic flower, he still makes it abundantly clear that you're at his mercy by fucking you in the cramped toilet stall of a 5-star restaurant.

You whimper and sob, Miguel's girth splitting you open as your forehead lulls against the wall, making Miguel chuckle.

"This is all part of the deal, muñequita. I get to grab you and take you anywhere I like. If you don't like it, then it's no more special presents for you. ¿Entiendes?"

I tried to incorporate as many lyrics as I could into this ;)

[captainfern]

Okay! But going off of your reblog of that younger gif of John (which made me go absolutely feral), I feel like he’d be so confident in himself in general, appearances, personality, and especially his ability to please a women. Obviously it mellowed out after he got older, but he definitely still falls back into those habits every now and then, so! with that being said do you think you could do a small post about younger John being all cocky while he’s absolutely making you go dumb for him, and even though you wanna retort and say he’s wrong- you know he isn’t?? (Sorry but writing this literally made me scream like- this man is so 😩😩😩)

younger/lieutenant john price x fem!reader, 18+

p0rn starts straight under the cut btw

lieutenant price fucked you in front of a mirror, his strong hands gripping your hips and pulling you back onto him, your arse against his pelvis, as he fucked into you from behind

his thrusts were hard and rough, warm palms shifting to knead the flesh of your arsecheeks as his cock drilled into you. the fat head slammed repeatedly against your sweet spot, punching the air from your lungs

your body trembled against the mattress, your eyes glazed over, watching yourself— and watching price and the way he fucked you. he was watching as well; his eyes flickering from the sight of you in the mirror, to the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your wet heat

you moaned outwardly, the sounds of skin-on-skin echoing through your bedroom. price grunted in response, his calloused hands squeezing your hips, fucking into you at a faster pace, the mattress squeaking

“price—!” you moaned, eyes rolling in your head as his cock nudged up against the base of your cervix, making your thighs quake where you were bent over on all fours. “price, sir, please don’t stop—!” you sobbed, his cock hitting just the right places inside you to have your cunt squeeze him tight

he groaned. “‘m not gonna stop, baby. ‘m not gonna fuckin’ stop. not gonna stop fuckin’ this pretty— wet— cunt—” he punctured his sentence with grunts as he thrusted in time with his words. “—‘til you’re milkin’ my cock”

you wanted to scream— his cock filled you up so nice, but you weren’t going to admit that to him. it’d go to his head. after all, you and your lieutenant— your fellow lieutenant and comrade— already knew how he made you feel

price grunted behind you, folding his upper body over your back, sweat sticking between the two of you. he continued to rut against you, cock dragging along the silky, wet walls of your cunt. he placed kisses down your spine. “tell me how good i’m makin’ you feel”

cocky son of a bitch. he already knew you felt good, but he wanted to hear you say it

but you could only whimper and whine as he fucked you, pleasure crowding your mind as your orgasm loomed over you, your body growing hot. your pussy fluttered around his cock, dribbles of arousal dripping down your inner thighs

price chuckled behind you, slamming into you harder. “aw, can’t even speak? poor baby. have i made you go all dumb on my cock, hm?”

you mewled, head flopping forward to hide your face in the covers. but price didn’t let you— he grabbed a the back of your neck and pulled you up roughly, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror as he continued to fuck you. hard

“look at yourself while you’re getting fucked— while i’m fuckin’ you, yeah?” price uttered, fingers gentle but firm, holding you in place so he could continue fucking his fat, leaking cock into the wet heat of your cunt. he moaned at the sight of you. “yeah, fucked you so good that you can’t even speak properly, isn’t that right, my pretty girl? i told you that i’d make you go all dumb on my cock, didn’t i?”

you whimpered, trying to chase an ounce of authority in your head. “m’not going d—”

“don’t— fuckin’— lie—” price growled between thrusts. “my cock’s that good that you’ve gone all dumb, haven’t you? fuckin’ admit it, baby. admit that this cock makes you feel so fuckin’ good that you forget everything”

you whined. “price—!”

“tell me,” he whispered in your air, the tip of his cock pressing flushed against your g-spot, grinding against it as he moved his hips against your soft arse. “tell me how much you love my cock an’ i’ll let you come all over it”

you moaned, eyes threatening to close as he fucked you hard. your legs shook, sweat covering your bare body. you moaned again, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as his thrusts increased

“fuck, fuck— m’kay, i love your cock, sir! i— fucking hell— i fucking love your cock and how it— oh my god— makes me feel. makes me— makes me go dumb— can’t fucking think right with your cock inside me—” you rattled off, moaning loudly, desperate. your orgasm was about to hit you

you could almost hear price’s smile behind you. “good girl,” he chided, cocky. “that’s a good girl. that’s what i wanted. now you can come ‘round my cock”

you came, wet cunt squeezing him tightly, fluttering as your toes curled and eyes rolled. your orgasm was powerful and, if it wasn’t for the grip he had on the back of your neck and on your hip, you would’ve collapsed forward. you moaned his name, and whispered it again over and over as you came down from your high

he was grunting and groaning behind you, his head on your back now, rutting into your cunt like a man starved. he groaned loudly, mouthing at your warm skin. then, he moaned your name and came inside you, cock twitching as he spurt hot cum deep into your pussy. you whined at the sensation

“price…” you muttered as he fell down beside you, pulling you into his chest with his cock still buried deep inside you

he hummed. “s’alright, my pretty girl. just lay here with my cock in that wet fuckin’ pussy, an’ i’ll be fine to go again in a few minutes”

[sillysillygoofygoose]

"Speak Up" ♡

You dont get anything unless you tell Toji exactly what you want.

*daddy/little one usage, ddlg-ish, safeword used, implied subspace... don't like, don't read <333 MDNI, READER IS 18+

LMAAOO GUYS literally ignore everything I said in my last miguel post (though I stand by it 😩) because reader is the polar opposite in this one 💀 I'm such a clown y'all, I switch up sooo fast

"Please?" Your hoarse voice barley leaves your throat as your mouth hangs open in exhaustion.

"Aw, c'mon, little one... you can do much better than that, don't cha think?" His sly delivery makes the heat in your lower stomach spread like a forest fire.

Flushed features scrunching up at his teasing, you grow more and more frustrated at his antagonizing and sadistic games. Toji's thick, calloused fingers ghost over your embarrassingly soaked pussy, treating you as if you were a burning hot stove top. Every slip of his fingers down your slit has your back arching from his chest, legs threatening to unlatch from his built thighs. His legs keep yours spread as you sit on his clothed lap, feeling his twitching boner against your pudgy ass.

You never realized how quiet you get in bed... almost as if someone switches on your mute button the second your clothes hit the ground. Toji hates it. Of course, he thinks you're cute - the way you clasp your hand over your mouth every time a noise threatens to leak out - but he wants to hear you. He needs to hear you. Especially when you get all mushy and pathetic, just for him.

Your hushed whines are almost overpowered by the lewd wet sounds Toji pulls from your pussy as he sinks his middle and ring fingers in, knuckle deep. He's guided you to your edge four times already. And everytime he's pulled you back from stumbling over.

"Pleeaasee, I want it. Fuck, really want it daddy." Griping onto his bicep, you feel tears begin to build alongside your orgasm. Your bare toes curl in on themselves as tingling sensations blur in your feet and travel up your sensitive, desperate little body.

"What do ya want? Huh, baby? C'mon, tell Daddy, use your big girl words." Toji smiles when he sees the delicate muscles in your stomach clench as your body stutters.

"I want to. Please. 's so embarrassing. " More mumbles. He really thought he was getting somewhere. You feel the coil in your stomach unsatisfyingly unravel, fall apart more like, as Toji removes his fingers from your body without warning.

"No! Why-why did you stop? I was so close." The tears splashing at your waterline race down your overheated cheeks as you completely remove your body from your cruel boyfriend's touch.

"You gotta speak up, baby, or I won't know what you want." His sadistic smile only makes you cry harder as he gathers you up in his arms once again, spreading your weak, trembling legs. Turning you to face him, he positions your crying cunnie over his brawny leg, clit immediately rubbing against his sweatpants. The pain overrides the pleasure as he rocks you back and forth against him, forcing stimulation on your puffed parts.

"No more, n'more. 'M all done." You beg, pushing his broad shoulders as you shiver and shake, tears gathering at the tip of your nose while you look down in shame.

"You can take one more, hm baby? All you have to do is ask nicely, and I'll give you anything you want, sweets." His pushes you down harder, forcing a sob out of your lips, splotched face buried in his neck.

"Nnmmh. No. No, thank you. Red." Your last word is hardly a whisper, but Toji hears you loud and clear.

"Oh, hey, hey, shit baby, I'm sorry." Toji hands fly from your hips as he lets you crawl from his thigh, disoriented and shy. Your cries increase into the palm of your shaky hands as embarrassment crashes over your overexerted body.

"Fuck, 'm so sorry little one. Didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry." The pit in his stomach only grew deeper and more dreadful as you refused to look at him, balled up into your own frenzy. You heave out tired breaths as you grab onto his hand, moving to rest on his shoulder, signaling that he can touch you.

"Was too much. Just need to cum, daddy. 'M so overwhelmed." You wipe your tears away as you tiredly peck Toji's cheek, melting the worry off his face.

"Daddy will make you feel good, sweets. I'm so sorry, baby." Toji slowly moves his hand from yours to cup your soaked pussy, but feeling you tense, he decides to help his pretty girl more delicately.

"Here, sweet girl, lay down f'me." Toji grunts as he maneuvers satin draped pillows under your hips. "Daddy's gonna take such good care of you, okay?"

Immediately, you feel his tongue flat against your core and you moan out, dejected pussy embracing the strong hits of pleasure.

You buck your hips into Toji's welcoming mouth as he nuzzles his lower face into you. Exhausted but invigorated, your hips find their own rhythm against Toji's mouth and nose. You don't hold back, whines, moans, and whimpers alike rushing from your mouth like a waterfall of praise.

"Mhm mhm, cum f'me pretty baby. You deserve it, such a good girl" Toji doesn't even break from you as he encourages you through your sudden but long anticipated orgasm, mumbling and groaning into your pussy. Your legs force him further down against you as your back hovers off the bed, panting filling the room as you ride your release.

Closing your eyes, your legs drop to either side of Toji's head. Your plump lips are spread, taking in as much air as your lungs will allow as dried tear tracks fade against your pink cheeks. Baby hairs stick to your sticky, sweaty forehead. He chuckles, looking up at your spaced state.

"You alright, doll?" He huffs out, rubbing up and down your outer thigh. You don't respond, simply letting your hand flop on top of his as you nestle yourself into the inviting mattress under you.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

Credit to @pommecita for the divider <3333

[bittermuire]

Promot:

Mor makes a move on Nesta while teaching her how to do formal Night Court dances in acosf.

let it be said that this is one of my favorite scenes in acosf😩 mor was just so cute in it! 98% of her character was terrible in that book but this scene singlehandedly made me a stan I fear

unfortunately neither of them makes much of a move. but they're both thinking about it <3

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“No,” Morrigan says. With her arms crossed she’s cold and blonde and frustrated. There’s no hint of a smile on her face—nothing, Nesta thinks with relief, like how this whole lesson began. “You’re still thinking like it’s a waltz. It’s one-two-one-two-one-two, not one-two-three-one-two-three.” She snaps her fingers for emphasis. “You’re lingering, you’re too slow.”

Nesta sighs. She pushes her hair back from her sweaty forehead. “I get the picture.”

“Then do it right this time.” She holds out her hands. “Ready?”

Nesta takes hold of her hands. The grip is strong and warm; Morrigan’s fingers are long and slender, her knuckles wide, callouses on her palms. Nesta finds that she never noticed it before until this afternoon in the ballroom. It’s empty except for them. The sounds of their heels echo into the vaulted ceiling.

It’s a unique thing, this dancing together, this learning. Morrigan uses every part of her body to correct Nesta’s. Ankle to calf. Arm to waist. Hand to neck, fingers to chin.

“Be strong, Nesta,” she said, near the beginning. “Forget the world. The world is you and your partner. You are the world.”

That’s ridiculous, she remembers wanting to say. Dancing is a calculating, analytical act. You smile politely and step in time, endure hands that dip too low or high, watch the room for the person you require most. She almost said it. But Morrigan was not smiling anymore. There were no sweet smiles, no honeyed niceties—no longer. And Nesta was fascinated.

Morrigan wears a simple black dress that catches occasionally on her thighs when she makes a dramatic step. She’s braided her hair and small tendrils have come loose, curling tightly around her heart-shaped face. She is, Nesta thinks, the loveliest woman she has ever seen.

But she’s not a woman, is she?

She is fae.

The music begins. Cassian’s gift. Morrigan tugs her close.

“Closer,” she says. “There is no space for modesty in this dance.”

Nesta steps closer. Morrigan’s eyes are close and glittering. Beads of sweat have collected on her nose, beneath her lower lashes. “How is this?”

“Better.”

They move and sway. Rise on their tip toes and lower again. Their heels click and tap.

“Don’t slow down,” whispers Morrigan, and they whirl together, clutch each other close. “Don’t even think about it.”

The music swells. Their noses brush.

“Good,” she says. Her braid whips from shoulder to shoulder.

One-two-one-two-one-two Nesta’s heart is hammering, or is that Morrigan’s, or is it both? One-two-one-two-one-two. Don’t slow down. Don’t even think about it.

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thank you for the ask!

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Thank you for being consistently one of the best Fallout bloggers/writers! I hope to add my name to that list soon enough! Anyway, my request is 🐐🌵 - BIGHORNER Piper Wright, hotwife fetish (A hotwife is a married woman who has sexual relationships outside of her marriage, with the full knowledge and consent of her husband, who himself doesn’t have affairs)

Awww, thank you, omg 😩❤ And I wish you the best with your own writing endeavors!! 😁

But ALRIGHTY, man, this one is pretty steamy, okay. So, I did my best on this, but please be merciful if it's not quite right, since this was a subject that I wasn't all that familiar with writing 😅

(stuff with infidelity, even if it's consensual, isn't my usual MO, but I gave it a try!)

Regardless, I hope you like it!

NSFW under the cut! Minors, please do not interact!

(one last note too, but this also contains some cucking as well, so just throwing that out there so there are no surprises on that account!)

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"One last time," Piper whispered to her partner, one hand brushing over their blushing cheek, "You're sure about this?"

"I am." They told her firmly, tilting their head to press a kiss to her palm. "I want this, baby. Wanna see how you are with him. Just the way we talked about."

Her cheeks flushed with heat, a smile forcing the apples of them to scrunch up her hazel-green eyes.

"Okay." Piper pressed her lips to Sole's briefly, before stepping away, and turning back to the occupied bed.

"All ready, sweetheart?" Hawthorne was already naked, spread out over the mattress, propped up on his elbows with a smooth smile on his face and a fierce look in his warm, brown eyes.

Piper nodded to him, feeling the way her heart picked up at the mere sight of his bareness upon her bed, at the thought of what they were about to do, at the feeling of Sole's eyes lingering on her back as they settled on the cushioned chair on the other side of the room.

"C'mere then, I'll take good care of you. They'll see." He jerked his chin in Sole's direction as his gaze stayed glued to the half-naked woman climbing tentatively onto the mattress.

"I see why y'all are doin' this."

Piper trembled as one calloused finger trailed over her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"A hot-blooded gal like you, an' one so pretty? No reason you should be this shy."

His hand delved lower, brushing lightly over her bra, just hard enough to feel through the padded cup hugging her breast. Piper swallowed hard, wishing she could steel herself, that she could refute him somehow, but what he said... it was true.

Sole wanted to see her come out of her shell, and she'd wanted more experience, and Hawthorne, well... Piper couldn't pretend she didn't notice the way his eyes would linger on her in the Dugout, how he'd stop by the paper stand to chat her up. She'd always been flattered, and deep down, interested, but when Sole came along... his flirting with her didn't seem so harmless anymore.

"Go on, baby." Sole encouraged quietly from their corner. "Show him what you've got, huh?"

Their voice tore her from her stupor, and sent a wave of energy charging through her body, and suddenly, she was pressing forward. Rather than flinching away, as she might've done, if not for her partner's encouragement, Piper arched her chest into Hawthorne's touch, scooting herself closer to him and moving to straddle his thighs as her arms reached behind to unclasp her bra for him.

Hawthorne's hand pulled away as the garment fell, his blown-out eyes settling on her curves as she was revealed to him. A low whistle left his lips as he looked on, as he took in her form with a greedy expression setting his features aglow.

"Don't know how long I've been waiting to see this."

He breathed to her, his hands warm against her hips as he hauled her forward and firmly into his lap. Piper gasped as she braced her hands on the hardness of his chest, her face growing redder by the second at his overt attentions and blunt manhandling.

"To feel this." Rough hands smoothed up her body, more firm than Sole's tended to be as they grasped at her freed breasts, thumbs kneading over the sensitive buds there as his fingers pressed almost bruisingly into the softness beneath them.

"E-easy there, big guy. Don't tear them off."

She finally found her voice, accompanied by a nerve-rich chuckle, as her mind began to clear of it's anxious fog and she lost herself to the sensations starting to run through her body. Heat was gathering deep in her belly with each touch, each heavy breath, at the sight of this man's bared cock, dark and straining up against his stomach, so close to her most intimate place; with the knowledge that Sole was getting an eyeful from behind, watching intently as her ass moved and her hips began to grind down experimentally against the man beneath her.

A sudden groan interrupted Hawthorne's light chuckle as she moved her hips forward, connecting her lightly-clothed heat with the exposed underside of his hardened length.

"Little minx, aren't ya?" His hands fell from her breasts to her hips again, helping to lift her so she could rub more effectively over his cock. "Knew you had it in ya."

"You like this?" She rolled her hips against him, punctuating her question with the movement and promptly getting her answer as he bit into his lower lip, barely managing to stifle the groan that left him. "You haven't seen anything yet."

Cheekily, Piper grinned at him, her confidence growing with each sound that left him, each twitch of his cock under her fervent attentions.

Across the room, and through the commotion raging through her heat-addled brain, Piper heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down, the shuffling of fabric as Sole looked on towards their partner.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Hawthorne managed to growl out, and in the next moment, his fingers were moving to brush over the moistened fabric of her cotton panties, delving inside only briefly, to feel the way her wetness was seeping through, to rub teasingly over her clit. It was almost clumsy, the way his fingers dragged over her before pulling away, so unlike Sole's, the way they took their time, the way they knew her body like their own, knew every point of pleasure, knew the tricks to make her positively beg for them.

Hawthorne was different.

He left her wanting, left her yearning for that rough feeling over her, that graceless pressure that didn't quite satisfy, but was still leaps and bounds ahead of feeling nothing at all. He loved just as she'd always imagined he would. It was different, but certainly not unwelcome.

"Damn, girl." He breathed, dark eyes hooded as his fingers teased her heat, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you've thought about this before."

The words were whispered, maybe so Sole wouldn't hear, or perhaps just loud enough that Hawthorne knew that they would.

"Barely touched ya and you're already wet and ready for me."

Piper groaned as his lips grazed her earlobe, one hand still exploring the space between her thighs while the other roved over her backside, holding her in place and palming over the curve of her ass all at once.

"I-it's true." She said back to him, playing into his hand. "Sole said it themself. I deserve better, I... I deserve more."

He hummed into her as his plush lips met the column of her neck, licking a hot stripe over her before giving a harsh suck that was bound to leave a mark in its stead.

Piper's fingers flexed at his shoulders, her nails leaving marks of her own upon his skin, and Hawthorne's sinful digits delved lower once more, into the sanctuary of her soft, scarlet panties, and began to prod wantonly at her slickened entrance.

"I deserve you." She continued, her mind briefly drawn from her body as she heard Sole's breath catch behind her, as she registered the slight sounds of them pleasuring themselves to the sight of her infidelity.

"I deserve this." Her hips swung forwards, sliding her core along the length of his shaft with a firm pressure that had him gasping against the skin of her neck.

Not a moment passed, and a pair of Hawthorne's prodding fingers demanded entrance into her, stretching her walls with their thickness in retaliation of her own teasing actions against him.

"Hell yeah. You do." His lips left her as Hawthorne leaned back, to take in the sight of her scrunched brows, her half-open mouth; to better hear the sounds of her pleasure, that spilled from her lips as his fingers began to dance inside her.

"And me?" Hawthorne stopped as suddenly as he started, and Piper didn't have the time or resolve to hold back the whine of frustration at the sudden absence of him as his fingers were pulled away.

Her eyes blinked open in time to catch the way he snickered at her reaction, a cockiness in his expression that made her blush and want to look away for her own lack of it. Piper looked down to escape the expression, and her gaze was met with the even more blush-inducing sight of Hawthorne taking his swollen cock in hand, and positioning the tip against her soaked panties.

"I'd like to think I deserve this too." He finished, as one hand pulled the fabric of her underwear to the side, and the other guided the head of his cock to her entrance. Slowly, she felt herself ease forward to allow him access.

Him. Another person.

Not her Sole.

Piper bit her lip as she felt him breach her.

"Goddamn." Hawthorne breathed. "Hope you're looking, there, Sole."

His own groan interrupted him as Piper wiggled her hips and sank down until he was buried to the hilt inside her. She panted at the stretch of him, the feeling foreign as another filled her.

Foreign, she thought, but still... definitely not unwelcome.

"Cuz this? If it looks half as good as it feels, you're in for something good."

Before either of them could move properly, Piper chanced a glance over her shoulder and back at her partner seated behind her.

Sole's eyes were half-lidded as they looked on, lust fogging their gaze and slackening their expression as they watched their partner get settled in the lap of another man. Their hand moved slowly over their heat, rhythmically stroking over themselves, even as Hawthorne began to grind his hips below her. She bit her lips at the new sensation, eyes still locked to theirs. A final question, before the heat in her mind took over, before the excitement of it all captured her and whisked her away, her gaze asked Sole one more time if this is what they wanted.

Without words, without ceremony, Sole looked straight back to her, and they nodded.

[killerbananas]

KB OMG UR EVENT IS FNAJSNFAKJSNJS can i have slutty old man kenny + Matcha & Mint Meringue pls? fank yew🥺🥺

Ploy

Kenny never could keep his hands to himself, but throw in an extra kick to drop his inhibitions and it's only so long before he's got you bent over for him.

🔞 mdni | prompt | masterlist | 315 wc | bartender!afab!reader x Kenny (+ light Erwin)

Warnings: smut; dubcon, hair pulling, degradation/humiliation, rough sex, semi public, voyeurism/exhibitionism, spanking, vaginal sex, creampie, incidental drugging, Dom/sub tones, manipulative behavior

"I said fucking spread 'em, sweet thing. Are you hard of hearing or do I need to do it for you?"

Kenny emphasizes his rhetorical question with a kick from his heavy boot to forcibly shift your legs further apart, back arched just right. It's a stark contrast of the kinetic energy paired with the rustling of his clothes, klink and jangle of his belt, compared to the overt flirtations you'd exchanged for weeks. Kenny had been forward from the get-go, never one to unnecessarily mix words.

"Devilish minx, always teasing me with these off-the-shoulder shirts, nipples plain as day underneath."

"Gets me bigger tips."

"Seems you do use that pretty head for somethin', huh? That little ploy bought you a big tip alright, plus one thick shaft and a sore ass."

Kenny delivers on his promises, fat cock nudging into your pliant and accommodating cunt with ease between your cream and Kenny's prespend, rippling your cheeks cherry with his calloused palm until you're sobbing, begging, moaning.

You're thankful for the shopkeeper's gift, even if your brutish paramour did eat your tempting confectionery before you could heed otherwise. The way he'd managed to seduce you before convincing you to imbibe likewise was enough to earn your submission, which Kenny reciprocates by making your eyes roll back in your head.

With your tits on display to the rear window, you felt delusionally safe since Kenny flipped the bar sign to "closed," but the hawkishly humbled gaze that eyes your bared breasts from the shadows outside your bar is luckily distracted enough to miss their owner's objective obfuscated behind your form until Erwin blushingly passes. Even in his haze of lust, Kenny remembers that tail he'd caught earlier following him and knows to mind his exposure points. As soon as Erwin's out of sight, Kenny has you careening through your first harmoniously paired orgasms of the evening.

AN: Thank you for requesting this slutty hooligan. I have been looking for an excuse to write about this guy, but of course, I had to flash my main Erwin simp card for half a second too. Went with sanguine potion since you didn't specify and thought it fit this ass' personality. 😌 Got a touch of plot I hope translated at the end for that lil ironic hot effect. 😩🤦‍♀️ Hope you enjoyed. ❤️

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[jxbsbokuto]

hi my pretty moot!! i saw that your event is still open so the character i want is semi eita and the verse of the song is:

“she's your best friend/but I can't help my attention's on you, babe/my intentions are offensive but/she'll get over it”

it’s called BFF by jesse rutherford

BTW ILYSM❤️❤️❤️

ugh i love this song so much😩😩 thank you for requesting bb, ilym!!!!<3333

tw: mentions of intoxication, cheating

His hands slowly climb up your sides. Your skin burns under his touch, maybe because of the way he has you pinned against the wall, hot breath hitting your neck, or because he is your best friend's boyfriend.

Semi is glad the rest of the people in the room are too intoxicated to notice anything three palms away from their faces. He’s also glad his so-called girlfriend isn’t around with her phone flash shoved in his face for once, he’s sure her thousands of followers are already tired of seeing her bragging about his pretty face on her Instagram stories since that seems to be the only thing she does with him.

He thinks the tight dress you're wearing is sinful, to say the least, the moment you walked through the door he couldn't take his eyes off of you, and now he can't take his hands either.

Long calloused fingers grip your waist, bringing your body flush against his. You bring your hands to his forearms to push him away, but your body sabotages you. You end up wandering them along his arms, veiny, modest, but strong, until finding his shoulders.

"Semi... we can't." You whisper-say. "You're her boyfriend."

Feeling guilty, you look to the other side of the room, where she is innocently dancing with the rest of your friend group, unbeknownst that her lover has his hand on your ass.

Eita cups your jaw, tilting your face upwards to him and you hold yourself back not to lean into his touch.

"So?" He tilts his head to the side.

"We'll hurt her."

Semi leans down and you shut your eyes closed. You can feel his breath softly hitting your mouth and you know all you have to you is move one millimeter to touch your lips with his.

You grip the fabric of his shirt. Yes, he was infatuated with you, silently feeding over the prohibited affair between you two, but you weren't any better. You reciprocated his heated gaze with the same intensity. You prolonged your casual touches on his skin for more than necessary. You shared secret rubs of feet and legs under the table, and you still dare to play innocent.

"She'll get over it." He smirks, then crashes his lips on yours.

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likes and reblogs are more than appreciated!!

[sxlver-sweet]

hi! can i request ran, boten sanzu, nahoya with a mute fem s/o? thanks!!

ROSTER . . . ran haitani, bonten!haruchiyo sanzu, nahoya kawata

SYNOPSIS . . . how they feel about learning sign language + relationship with mute fem!s/o

CONTAINS . . . swearing, nahoya being a stubborn little shit, possible ooc writing

NOTE . . . i also wrote this during my headache, so i apologize for the potential errors you’re going to find. i also finished this at 6am LMAO I HAVENT EDITED IT YET IM SO TIRED. but pls, rude chifuyu anon, if you see this, tell me more about how my writing isn’t up to par🤩 these last five minutes of my life have been entirely too peaceful without someone to bitch about my weak writing skills😩🥺

ADDRESSED TO . . . @kuroiza @dazaisusedbandages @florssils @sanelly

RAN is an observant person. we all know that. that being said, i know for a fact that he analyzed you from the sidelines for a while to determine what exactly the deal was with you and sign language. at first, he had assumed that you were deaf, but when he slowly, methodically, nudged his keys off the table so that they would clatter to the floor, his theory had been proven incorrect when you immediately turned your head in his direction. so, she just can’t talk, ran had hummed to himself, propping his chin on his palm. a challenge.

at first, that’s all he’d considered you to be. he learned just enough to squeak by, still not deeming you worthy of his effort and breezily dismissing your pouts by telling you to just write out what he doesn’t understand. but once you wrangled him into a relationship (he still doesn’t know how the hell you’d managed to make him crash headfirst into only having eyes for you), he started actively delving deeper for knowledge so that he could carry out full conversations with you. when you were ill and confined to bed rest, he even attended a couple classes in his free time and purchased a few books so that he could learn as much as possible and surprise you. rindou thought he was doing too much, but ran just dismissed him with “have you ever considered the possibility that this is why you don’t have a girl yet?” and kept reading.

despite you being unable to speak, ran believes that you shouldn’t relinquish your independence or sit quietly in the corner just because most people are uneducated when it comes to sign language. ran always makes an effort to include you in the conversation and will ask you for your opinion on things, waiting patiently for you to sign your response so that he can translate it for the third party. if someone grows impatient waiting for you to finish and tries to interject, ran will silence them with a curt “it would be wise of you not to interrupt her” and return his eyes to your hands.

you two have a number of signals for you to utilize in situations where he can’t pay attention to you—a tap of your finger to your bottom lip means that you want him to come over to you so that you can inform him of something in private, three fingers tapping anywhere on his body means that you’re not comfortable and want to leave, a light yet prolonged squeeze to his wrist means that you want some kind of attention, etc. you get the gist. if he simply returns the gesture, you know that he’s acknowledged your need and will try to accommodate as soon as possible.

he 100% derives amusement from intentionally flustering you and watching you fall apart, only able to express yourself via curling in on yourself or face-planting into his chest while he just chuckles and smooths his calloused hands over your shoulders. he also enjoys getting on every single one of your nerves just because you can’t verbally command him to stop. he’ll pinch at your cheeks and coo at your irritated expression, keep a box of tissues suspended over your head and ask you to exhibit some manners like a civilized human being, and will intentionally tread on the heels of your shoes until you’re winding up your fist and feigning a lunge at him. he thinks it’s funny. you do not. however, he always pays close attention to your expression. if he sees you getting genuinely pissed, then he’ll either dial his teasing antics back a notch or just cease them altogether.

if anyone ever mocks your inability to speak, ran will base his response to the issue off your reaction. if you remain unbothered and simply proceed with your day, then he will as well. but, god forbid your eyes gloss over with tears of either shame or frustration and your hands curl into fists. he isn’t above cracking people over the skull with his baton, nor is he above incapacitating your harassers before shoving it down their throat until all they can do is gurgle and choke on the cold metal, their own ability to speak curbed while ran grins condescendingly and coldly asks them to repeat themselves. after handling the situation, he’ll return to you and slide off his bloodstained gloves to run a hand affectionately over your head as if he didn’t just leave someone debilitated in an alley.

a natural menace, 9/10

at first, SANZU thought you were fucking with him when you pointed to your lips and desperately shook your head, cowering in terror as he pressed the barrel of his gun to your temple and cooed patronizingly at you to use your words when addressing him. he didn’t know what the fuck you were doing with your hands when you tried to sign that you were mute. all he knew was that you weren’t obeying him. it had taken you snatching a pen out of your pocket to scribble on your palm that you’re physically incapable of speech for him to understand that you weren’t merely pushing his buttons for your own amusement. the tears in your eyes should’ve been enough, but he’s… sanzu. yeah. that’s an acceptable explanation.

before your relationship, he made zero effort to learn sign language. it wasn’t because he wanted to make you feel isolated or manipulate you into thinking that you didn’t matter to him, though. it was simply because he figured that he didn’t have enough spare time to educate himself on the ins and outs of sign language. after all, when he wasn’t pumping people full of lead or plucking off his victim’s fingernails while cackling and wailing off-key songs, he was popping pills and losing himself in the sweet, drug-induced haze of oblivion. so, he entrusted you with the responsibility of carrying around some kind of notepad or phone where you could spell out what you wanted to say, considering that you were the only one that required it to communicate. as long as you had some way of expressing yourself, he didn’t see the slightest need to go out of his way to grasp the concept of sign language.

but, once he started taking an interest in you and entertaining the prospect of a relationship, he realized that unless he learned to communicate with you via sign language, the odds of this relationship actually taking off were slim to none. initially, he’d considered kidnapping someone well-versed in the art of sign language to teach him, but when he remembered that you wouldn’t be pleased with his actions, he decided to request that you teach him yourself.

you were more than happy to indulge him, sitting him down at the kitchen table and teaching him everything you know about the language. there were times where he would get frustrated when something just wouldn’t click or when he wracked his brain for the proper reply and came up empty-handed, but he did his best to apply himself. by the time you two entered a relationship, he was nearly fluent in the language, save for the few times where he would draw a blank and need you to remind him.

pls, he’s so proud of himself. you can fully expect for him to come home in a haste, kicking off his shoes and depositing his briefcase on the couch with a wide grin curving his lips as tells you about how he taught the haitani brothers a new word in sign language. truth be told, rindou was barely paying attention and ran had a headache, but they just reciprocated the sign so that he would be satisfied and have something to boast about to you when he returned home. he also probably asks his victims if they know sign language when they’re lined up on their knees, bound with frayed rope and gagged with their own ties. if they don’t know, then he’ll kill them immediately. however, if they nod desperately, he’ll ask them to demonstrate a couple words in exchange for their life. but what kills me about this is the fact that they’re restrained, which means they’re physically incapable of following through, so sanzu just brands them as liars anyway and fires off a round into the back of their skull.

he does most of the talking for you, regardless of whether or not you’ve asked him to. he doesn’t mean to upset you by stealing the spotlight. he just… starts talking. he’s already erratic and fueled by madness as it is, so you hardly ever have the chance to lift your hands before he’s already speaking on your behalf. the only way for you to deter him from assuming your opinions is by either elbowing him in the side or squeezing whatever body part you’re able to reach first, be it his ankle, wrist, shoulder, neck, whatever. he’ll just stop and turn his attention to you, eyes rounding slightly with realization and lips puckering in to a tiny “o” when he notices that he’s been rambling on about what he thinks you’d say. once you’ve brought his incessant chattering to his attention, he’ll just stand there like a dumbass, blinking blankly at you while you start to sign with an expectant glance in his direction. after a couple more moments of awkward silence with him quizzically scratching his head with the butt of the gun, his dim eyes will shine with clarity and he’ll hastily start translating so that the third party can understand you.

still, he does appreciate the silence sometimes. the splitting headaches and nausea he experiences on occasion as he descends from his high are no joke. they often stir up feelings of agitation and make him sensitive to loud noises and bright lights. so, having you quietly greet him with open arms and allow him to rest against you with a damp washcloth arranged over his eyes is fucking heavenly, especially when you massage his scalp.

we all know that sanzu isn’t the most observant person when he’s inebriated, so although you two have settled on signs to employ whenever you two are unable to speak freely, there are times where he completely glosses over the signs and doesn’t even notice. so, after he missed your signal for the third time and you expressed your irritation with him afterward, sanzu decided then to keep you as close as possible in the future. when he’s sitting down, you’re either perched on his lap or occupying the seat next to him. when he’s busy pacing or circling the room like a fucking vulture to ensure that everyone is kept in check, you’re always one of the checkpoints on his route. when he’s standing in one place, you’re always within arm’s reach, either hovering in front of him or at his side so that you can alert him of any desires or thoughts you may have.

he isn’t the best with it, but he’s definitely making an effort

akin to sanzu, NAHOYA had zero incentive to step out of his comfort zone and make an effort to learn sign language prior to him taking an interest in you. in his mind, you were able to utilize writing and texting as your methods of communication—both, he’d assumed, were easy for both you and other people. even after he started viewing you as a love interest, he still didn’t actively study sign language. he learned the basics and started engaging with you with the bare minimum he’d learned from watching videos; but when you began to sign more complex words and statements, he was embarrassed by how ridiculous he must’ve appeared floundering for a familiar word to keep himself afloat with.

nope. too hard. he’s not that smart.

it wasn’t until he witnessed souya conversing almost flawlessly with you in sign language and you smiling brightly that he realized that unless he was ready to just hand the target of his affections over to his brother, he needed to step up. he nearly scared the damn curl out of his brother’s hair when he cornered him in the bathroom with a mouthful of toothpaste and slammed the door behind him like “teach me that shit”

so, souya did—tried. he tried. his plan was to instruct nahoya with the same method he’d used, but by the second hour of scanning a shit ton of tiny print and scrutinizing examples that he couldn’t comprehend, nahoya was ready to rip his hair out by the handful and strip the textbook of its pages. recognizing nahoya’s meltdown as one of frustration and failure, souya glanced up at him and impishly asked if he was being a pussy and giving up. behaving like the hothead he is, nahoya’s only response was a sharp “fuck off” before he snatched the book back off the table and whipped it back open to the bookmarked page. but, after nahoya’s third tantrum and him shoving the book across the table with an irritated snap of “this is bullshit,” souya finally suggested that he attempt a different approach and attend an actual class.

nahoya had shot down the idea almost immediately, bitching about how his wrist was cramping and griping about how he’d rather write shit out alongside you than ask a stranger for help. however, after he scored you as his girlfriend, he realized that writing and texting weren’t as efficient as he’d initially assumed. there were times where one of you would misplace your phone, or when you would forget your pen, or when your pen would run out of ink, or—you get the picture. it wasn’t until frustration became the default emotion in one another’s presence that he resigned himself to admitting that maybe learning sign language really was essential to making your relationship work.

so, he heeded souya’s advice. he squeezed his combative, rude ass into a ragtag circle of students and forced himself not to sneer reflexively or allow a curse word to slip whenever they couldn’t retain the simplest words or inquired about pointless things. he was fully cognizant of the fact that this assembly was the only open sign language class in tokyo, which meant that if he fucked up and popped off on anyone, he knew it would be game over for him. so, he just plastered on that fake-ass smile and played nice for the sake of learning how to fucking say “i love you” with one’s hands.

sis, your ass better be glad he loves you, because WHOOO chile

mans was FED. UP. and honestly, it was almost his thirteenth reason😭

even so, after he became well-versed in sign language, your relationship improved significantly. the miscommunication and blame-casting that frequently plagued your conversations were greatly diminished, and you two no longer had to engage in a game of charades in public when you didn’t have a writing utensil handy.

if he learns another word from either souya or the class he totally isn’t consistently attending every wednesday, he’ll always rush to show you, his grin proud and the apples of his cheeks adorned with a baby pink flush as he basks in your praise.

similar to ran and sanzu, you and nahoya also exercise your own signals to discreetly communicate with one another. however, you would use them the most with nahoya, seeing as how he’s less observant than ran yet possesses better control of his senses than sanzu. he won’t flinch when you press close to him and tap his elbow or squeeze his wrist, seemingly ignorant of your needs. but, if what you’re asking for is able to be supplied without him needing to step away from his comrades, he’ll do what he can, whether it be sheltering you protectively beneath his arm to reassure your frazzled nerves or snaking an arm around your waist to satiate your desire for affection. if he’s unable to comply at that moment, then he’ll search for the first opportunity to do so. but, unless it’s an emergency or you seriously feel uncomfortable, he isn’t going to immediately drop everything for the sake of satisfying you.

he’s absolutely chucked pairs of wadded-up socks at you to get your attention despite being fully conscious of the fact that he could just call your name. since you’ve often flicked scraps of paper at him or tossed pillows at him, he sees no reason for him to not have some fun as well. the amount of pillow fights and light-hearted wrestling matches that his childish antics have resulted in is ungodly.

if anyone ever picks on you for not being able to speak, have no fear. nahoya “swing first, ask questions later” kawata is here. fr, babe, just point them out. he’ll set their asses straight. sometimes, he’ll let himself endure a couple more blows than usual just so that he can have you poised straddling his lap while you tend to his injuries. he’s also the type of mf to slowly stroke his hands up and down your thighs while you work, only to catch you off guard by pinching at or squeezing them so that you’ll twitch in his grasp and glare knowingly at his cheeky, innocent smile. i feel like he also pretends to lick the ointment off his wounds just to give you a heart attack.

he’s literally a horrible person😭 in his mind, what are you going to do? yell at him? yeah, he didn’t think so.

feel free to poison his food, sis. #girlboss

LMAOOOO lemme not

chaotic evil, 8/10

[jeanslilslut]

soo i came across your aot boys & seggsy time hcs and sis i am on my KNEES for reiner and porco 🥵 all i can think about is being legs spread for reiner while he destroys my pussy and have porco behind me playing with my clit & titties while whispering obscenities, rubbing his cock on my ass. i am going to hell for this.

perhaps i may ask this to be turned into a fic/drabble 👀 🧎🏽‍♀️god i want these men to blow my back and leave my pussy leaking with their cum.

ooo this ask is making me feel thingsssss 😩 the need I have for these two to use me is ASTRONOMICAL. just need em both to stuff me full with their cum 😛

FILL ME UP

! ! ! MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI ! ! !

#︙pairings: reiner x porco x reader

#︙warnings: smut, ngl this is pure filth, threesome, slight cuckolding, male receiving oral, fem!bodied, domination, degrading, choking, pet names, overstimulation, swearing, slight fluff

in which you are basically just reiner and porcos cum dump <3

☻ reblogs are appreciated ☻

smut under the cut, enjoy lil nonnie ;)

You can’t remember how you got here, but quite honestly, you can’t sbring yourself to care cause all you can think about is the hot, wet tongue that’s making it’s was down your chest and leaving you in a hot mess.

The breeze from the open window hits the wet trail and makes you shiver all over as expert fingers find their way to the waist band of your panties, pulling them down with ease. A grunt comes from the man below you when he sees your glistening folds.

“Look at you, already so wet and we haven’t even touched you”

Porco and that sinful mouth of his is in your ear, hands finding their place on the peaks of your breasts, nipples harden under his rough fingers.

But all you can do is whimper at his words and then reiners reaching up with two fingers stretching towards you and you know exactly what he wants to do.

“Open up pretty girl”

Your mouth falls open so easily at porcos words and you suck reiners fingers into your mouth, making sure to swirl your tongue getting them nice and wet. Your imagination runs wild with the anticipation, knowing exactly where those fingers will end up and it leaves you clenching around nothing.

Porco can’t help but reach down and feel for himself, his calloused fingers stroking little circles over your clit, the sudden contact makes you whine and throw your head back. The fingers of his other hand grip into your hair and pull you back exposing your soft column of flesh. His lips attach to your neck, teeth grazing that sweet spot he knows all too well as his fingers work his magic.

“You want reiner to fuck you? Want him to fill you up, huh? like the dirty little slut you are”

It all becomes too much, porcos words filling your ears and those skilful fingers of his collecting the wetness that drips out of you, reiner and his hot fingers as they sink deeper into your mouth while he grinds into your thigh at the sounds you make. It really is too much and you wouldn’t be able to stop the cry if you tried.

“Please I need it! I-I need your cock please”

You feel porco smile against your skin at your words and the look he gives reiner must have been one of intimidating desire because suddenly, reiner is desperately pulling at his pants.

You can tell he’s nervous by the way he fumbles with his belt buckle, trembling fingers messing with the clasp.

It was porcos idea to do this, to invite reiner into the bedroom. He sees the way reiner looks at you, at something that isn’t his, and jealousy would bubble up in porcos chest only simmering down when the idea pops into his head. How he’d love to let reiner fuck you, for reiner to know how heavenly you feel, how tight and wet you are, for him to know what he’s missing out on and know that you will never be his. Now that, that makes porcos dick twitch.

When he brought it up with you, you weren’t surprised. You noticed the little glances reiner stole, and the way he’d palm at his pants trying to hide his growing bulge, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t excite you. Butterflies would starting to form in your stomach when porco told you of his sinful little idea.

And of course reiner would agree, who in their right mind would turn down such an offer?

But now, the nervousness consumes him while he kneels here on the bed, your naked form in front of him. He can feel porcos gaze burning holes into his forehead, and he can’t quite believe what is happening. Seeing you so complaint and spread open for him. It’s something he’s only ever dreamed of.

How he wishes he was as confident as the man in his dreams, the man that would whisper dirty little things with such confidence, filling you up and giving you what you deserve while maintaining his control and not on the verge of spilling in his pants like he is now.

God he just knows he won’t last long.

But all that nervousness gets squashed when you cup his cheek with your hand, eyes finding his, your irises eclipsed by lust filled pupils.

All it takes is a string of words, each syllable dripping with desire,

“I want you to fuck me reiner. I need you, I need you to fuck me”

And he goes feral.

His pants are off in an instance and you’re loving his new found confidence and the way his eyes darken so suddeny. It almost scares you.

He drags you onto his lap, grunting at the way you squeal with the swiftness of the motion and loop your arms around his neck to steady yourself. You can’t help the way your hips grind against him, juices dripping out and wetting his thighs.

He’s too eager, too excited to tease but he stokes his tip between your folds, loving how they quiver at the touch, so desperate to be filled. And so, without warning, he plunges deep cause his dick is painfully hard, twitching with anticipation, and he’s too consumed in his own pleasure to wait and let you accommodate to his impressive girth. The way your pussy stretches is painfully satisfying as reiner bottoms out.

It feels almost impossible to peel his eyes away from where you both join, watching how you grip him as he drags his cock in and out, your wetness leaking out and coating is dick and porcos fingers oh, so nicely as he rubs a little faster at your clit.

The filthy sounds coming from between you and reiner fill the room and echo around the walls, and it makes porcos dick throb with want.

Porco still has his fingers of his other hand in your hair, nails scratching into your scalp as he pulls your head to rest on his shoulder.

This position makes you feel exposed, it leaves you bare and vulnerable to the two men that are sharing you. They can do anything to you like this, the thought alone sending a shiver of excitement all over.

And seeing you like this, so cock drunk and submissive sends porcos mind racing and he can’t help the way he grinds into your ass, tip coated in pre-cum at the sight of another man fucking you, fucking what's his.

“Look at you, god you’re such a lil cock whore”

His voice is in your ear but his eyes never once leave the sight in front of him. His rival, a man he has hated for a century, is here right now between your legs and balls deep. He’d be one hell of a liar if he said he didn’t love the way your juices dribble out and coat the stubble against reiners groin, glistening in the moonlight that streams into the room.

Porco grunts at the sight, the low and animalistic noise reaches your ears and sets off a wave of electricity that ripples through your body.

“Yes - yes, Oh god, yes!” Those are the only words that fall from your lips, the deep strokes of reiners thick cock and the way proco is groaning and sucking at your ear lobe and rubbing your clit leaves you breathless as your orgasm threatens to pull you over the edge.

Porco, sensing you’re on the verge, picks up the pace of his fingers, rolling the little bundle of nerves at an unrelenting pace causing your hips to buck up searching for the friction you so desperately need.

Reiner can’t seem to think straight, your walls quiver and clench around his dick so deliciously and your desperate moans fill his head, adding to the growing knot in his stomach. God, he’s so close, he’s scared if he doesn’t stop now he’ll cum before you, before he can feel you gush around him.

The struggle must be evident in the way reiners hips stutter and his thrusts become shallow, because porcos hand leaves your hair and reaches around to grip at reiners waist, using his own force to push his hips into yours. Always having to finish the job.

“Fuck, reiner she’s so close, don’t you dare stop now.”

Those words come out like a command and they have reiner snapping back to reality and to finish what he started, spurred on by the desire on your face. He’s just so desperate, has to have you cumming all over his dick even if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

And within seconds of reiners new found pace, you are pushed over the edge, falling apart above him and into the man behind you. And you’re so glad porco is right there with you, holding you cause there’s just no way you would be able to do it, legs feeling like jelly as your orgasm crashes into you and leaving you breathless.

Just seeing you cum all over another mans cock makes porco whine embarrassingly loud and he tries to cover it up by whispering filthy things into the shell of your ear, eyes never leaving the mess between both yours and reiners hips, all his thoughts leaving him.

But he doesn’t miss the fours words that escape your lips like a prayer. Such a little whore.

“Cum inside me, p-please”

God reiner wants to, he really does, but he almost forgets that you’re not his, that this pussy isn’t his to cum inside, and that it belongs to the one person he wished would never have it. But you have chosen porco and reiner must respect that no matter how much he hates the man. So instead, he finds himself looking at proco and waiting for his permission, hoping, praying he’s in a giving mood.

“Give the slut what she wants. Pump her full”

How could porco deny your little plea, wanting to give you all that you ask for and secretly wanting to watch as reiners cum oozes from your tight little hole and dribbles down to the sheets below.

And before porco can even finish his sentence, reiner is spilling into you, tip kissing your cervix as he pumps deep, making a mess of your pretty pussy and plunging his hot tongue into your open mouth, muffling your moans.

Seeing reiner in pure bliss ignites a jealousy within porcos chest and it hits boiling point when he watches as he kisses you, tongues meshing together and strings of your spit leaving the corner of your mouth.

Fucking you is one thing, but kissing you, kissing you is something he's not allowed to do, its too intimate for porcos liking. So within seconds he’s pushing reiner out the way, leaving you to fall to the bed and pushing his way in between your legs.

“Did you like that, huh? Like they way reiner fucked you? You sounded like such a little whore when you begged for him to fill you up. But I’m gonna fuck you like one baby girl, like the cock whore you are”

Porco is not one to go back on his words and without warning he’s diving into you, pussy still quivering with your orgasm. His fingers quickly attach themselves to your sensitive clit and you whimper at the sudden contact, tears pricking your lashes at the overstimulation.

“That’s it pretty girl, cry out, let everyone hear that dirty mouth”

Reiner, basking in the after math of his orgasm, can’t help but reach down and pump at his cock, hips stuttering as they protest at the contact. And when your wet, warm mouth falls open with the way porcos hips drive into you, tongue lolling out, he’d be a fool not to shove his dick down your throat.

So he does, not wasting a moment as his pushes his throbbing tip past your swollen lips, eyes fluttering when they quiver around him.

The action takes you off guard and you groan and choke around his thick length, both from the stretch of your throat and from the way proco slaps your ass, making sure to leave a red mark. The sting of his hand leaves you moaning and it sends vibrations through reiners shaft and straight to his balls. The way proco pounds into you at a rutheless pace causes you to bob up and down on reiners dick and he thinks he has died and gone straight to heaven because, fuck, it just feels that good. He could almost cry at how his dick burns with the sensitivity, but he knows he’d regret it if he stopped now.

Porco watches with intense eyes as reiner uses you like a toy. You always loved having something to suck on

“You’re such a lil cock whore, wanting to be fucked from both ends, god you’re such a slut”

It doesn’t take long for reiner to cum, but how could you blame him when you hollow your cheeks so perfectly, the suction making his legs heavy, or when you look up at him with teary lashes and cock drunk eyes practically begging for him to spill down your throat.

And why would he ever deny you?

With spluttering hips and hands grabbing at your tits reiner hisses with pleasure and you can feel the stubble scattering his groin tickle your nose as he bottoms out, tip hitting impossibly deep and twitching as long ropes of his thick cum cream down your throat. You swallow around him, indulging at his delicious taste and loving how he shakes at the feeling, and you can’t help but moan when he finally pulls out, dick coated with cum and saliva, missing how heavy and hot your tongue felt.

Reiner falls back to catch his breath as waves of pleasure rake through his body, and he can’t help but watch as proco drives into you, skin slapping against skin as your cum dribbles out between your lips and creating the filthiest noises

Seeing reiner abuse your throat and watching as he pulls out, a string of spit connecting your mouth to his dick, has porco trembling with the approach of his orgasm, and being inside you like this, your pussy already used, he can feel how your fluids mix with reiners with every pump of his cock and watching how it squirts out of you and coats his dick with a creamy sheen. It feels so warm, so sticky and unbelievably filthy, and porcos mind races with images of pumping you full of his own cum, and how it would mix with reiners thick load still sitting pretty and warm inside your walls. The thought alone making him moan out loud.

You know porco like the back of your hand, inside and out, and you know when porco is focused like this, that hes not far from cumming. You can see it written all over his face, but you also know that he never cums without getting you there first, even if its the fifth or sixth time he pushes you over the edge. After all, it's ladies first and proco is a goddamn gentlemen.

"Fuck, im close pretty girl, ugh fuck"

He's too focused on making you cum and his arms burn with the way he's hunched over you, reaching that spongey spot that always makes you cry out, so he asks reiner to do what he can't.

"Rub her clit reiner, shes so close, I need-need to feel her squirt all over me"

Reiner is happy to help anyway he can.

And when he plants his calloused fingers, rough from his warrior duties onto your needy and sensitive clit, your squirting all over the two men above you, seeing stars as you screw your eyes shut.

The feeling of your pussy quivering as yours and reiners cum gushes out around porcos dick sends him to the heavens. He spills into you with everything he's got, hot sticky ropes of cum coat your walls and his dick trembles with the force of it before he pulls out. Both men surround you then, leaning down to admire their work.

You'd think you were a fucking goddess with the way they look at you, like you hung the moon and stars.

"Good fuckin' girl" is all that leaves porcos lips as he tries to catch his breath.

"Thats for fucking sure"

Your heart almost jumps out of your chest with the praise and the two males make their way over to you, sandwiching you between them. Porcos arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into the crook of his neck, and reiner is right behind you, fingers trailing up and down your arm as he places small kisses to your shoulder.

You have never felt so full in your life and you clench, loving the way both warriors cum drip down your thighs and leave a sticky mess. Its your favourite thing in the whole world, and you would stay like this forever, in between the two men you love most, if they'd let you.

And of course they would.

© jeanslilslut 2022 please do not plagiarise, steal, modify or repost any of my works.

[writingsbychlo]

Hi Chlo! For the dialog thingy, can I request Thomas (from canon tmr):

“It’ll be alright angel, we’re here together.”

Thank you!!

hurt myself a little with this one tbh. I miss newt 😩

“Hey, you-.” You jumped, violently, fingers clenching in the ground either side of your hips as the sunset you’d been watching so intently had been interrupted, peace and quiet shattered. “-crap, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Y’know, when you sneak up on people, scaring them is kinda’ a by-product.” He smiled a little, knowing you weren’t really all that mad at him, and as your fingers released the ground, strands of grass raising up once again, he wandered over. 

“In my defence, I tripped over a rock up the hill. I figured you’d heard me.”

“That was your cry? I thought one of the kids was playing on the beach.” He scowled, his eyes rolling but it didn’t last long, lips forming the usual smile you knew so well. It was one you’d seen only on a handful of occasions, always when you were alone, and it meant so much more than words could ever say. it meant love, and support, and always having someone to rely on. “Some runner you are, how did you ever save us, wonder-boy?”

His elbow came out, nudging into your side playfully, but he let out a wistful sigh. “I didn’t save all of us.”

There it was. He knew exactly why you were here. 

He always knew why you were here, because if there was anything other than the sunset that this particular spot on the cliff had, it was a clear spot out across the beach, to the same rock with your best friend’s name carved onto it. 

“Well, nobody’s perfect.”

“Newt was.” Thomas sighed, and you scoffed a laugh at him. 

“No, he wasn’t. He was a damn pain in my ass, and always thought he knew best, and he was stubborn as hell, and he sucked at tying knots. You’d think three years in a maze woulda’ helped.” Your throat felt raw, words trailing off toward the end, and when Thomas’ fingers smoothed up along your spine, before nudging under your arm at your waist and pulling you closer, you gave no resistance. “He was also funny, and he made me laugh, and he was really fuckin’ smart. Most of the time, he did know best. I should have told him that more often. When I felt like I had absolutely nobody else, I had him.”

“You’ve still got me.” Honey laced his voice, and you gave him a weak laugh, settling a little closer into his side, the warmth that made everything else feel cold, staring at at the pastel colours sinking lower and lower across the sky. “It’ll be alright, angel. We’re here together.”

“Yeah, we are..” If there was anyone else who’d always been there, it was Thomas. It was different. He wasn’t just your best friend, he wasn’t just a pain in your ass with a ridiculous saviour complex, but he was so much more. From the very moment you’d met him, twinkling eyes filled with rage, huffing for breath and staring down at you as you’d gone crashing into the ground, something deep within you had said him. “You’re always here with me, Tommy.”

“Of course, I am, where else would I b-” Your lips pressed to his, gently at first, feeling the way he tensed up under your touch. Only a second later, he was pressing back. 

Something between a sigh, and a moan, and a soft little whimper as his hands came up to grip at your face. Warm, calloused palms, and lips that were unrelenting, a kiss that made your head spin and your lugs burn, and even when you pulled back you couldn’t stay away, until you felt like you might actually pass out if you didn’t take a real breath. 

He took barely a second before his lips were pressing to your cheeks, and your jaw, and you were giggling a little at the rough scrape of stubble threatening to break through along his face. When he pulled back up, it was to steal another kiss from your lips, forehead resting against your own, noses brushing together each time he dipped a little. “Well, shit, sweetheart.”

“Newt would be giving us so much shit right now.” Silence fell between you both for a second, before a deep and raspy laugh was blowing free from him, a pretty smile to follow as he pulled back, tucking you neatly under his arm once again.

“I told you she was into you, Thomas.” He did his best to impersonate his late-friend’s accent. “If you ever listened to me.”

Clearing your throat, you figured you’d give it your best go, too. “Can you two just put us all out of our misery already? The tension is suffocating me.”

“We didn’t have that much tension.” Thomas looked incredulous even at the insinuation, and you scoffed. “Right, fine, well.. it’s not my fault. You were always just lookin’ so beautiful. Nobody should look that good in the scorch. You made me wonder whether being out there was even that bad, when that’s where I found you.”

“Stop sweet talkin’ me and just kiss me already.” 

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

[peach-cream-enmu-archive]

Head empty. No thoughts other than chubby!reader doing naked apron for Gojo to walk in on after he gets home from a mission. Dude is smitten and his innuendo as he gropes you is vulgar and not the least bit subtle: "Wowee, wowee, wowee~! Aren't I lucky to come home to an absolute feast~!" he sings, immediately coming up behind you to grab your hips. "Where should I start? With some breast meat?" his palms dive into the front of your apron to grab your chest, massaging and plucking at your nipples before continuing his spiel, "but the thighs are so tasty!" He tickles his way down back to your thighs, one hand softly pinching and jiggling the fat with his cheeky affection. Bringing you firmly into his hold, Gojo grinds his growing erection against your ass, reassuring you that despite all his joking, he's still VERY excited about seeing how much you missed him. He moans low in your ear, "I have the sweetest partner ever. You take such good care of me." His hand slides down your hip into the front of your apron. He moans sensually and bites his lip when he grabs your muff. "You even made my favorite~" he coos in an appreciative tone, flexing his fingers and fondling your mound in his giant, calloused hand. "So juicy and tender," he groans, hearing the squelching of your wet folds when he squeezes. "Such a generous helping, too." You squeak when he smacks the fat of your pussy, and he decides he can't wait anymore. You're not surprised when he finally picks you up, but very much so when he places you stomach-down on the counter, your hips resting comfortably on the surface when he kneels down behind you and spreads your cheeks. "Mmm, the glaze is always the tastiest part." Despite, the hot breath fanning on your vulnerable pussy, you're ready to tell him to knock it off with the innuendo, but your breath hitches when his tongue presses against the top of your slit, laying flat as it drags slowly against your folds, circling your entrance a few times before retreating. Gojo never stops talking, speaking between kissing and smacking his lips against your wet pussy. "So good, baby, so yummy <3 'm so fucking hungry~" His words make your face burn red hot and you bite your lip to hold in your sounds. Despite his playful teasing, his grip on your ass never yielded, holding you open and exposed to brief catches of air. It made you more needy for his touch, his warmth, and you couldn't keep from squirming in frustration, desperate for the silky caress of his warm tongue again. You audibly whine when you feel him draw back, crying out his name when he purposefully blows a puff of cold air right against your twitching entrance. "Don't worry, baby," he purrs in a low tone, pressing tender kisses up your thigh and ass. "I'll get to your pie, I promise. I just wanna try the cake first." It's the only warning you get before he shoves that slick, venomous tongue into your puckered rim. ----Honey Tree Anon

I’m not into ass stuff but once again your writing is so good! Gojo’s hands feel so good I just know they do😩 and him completely lifting you into the counter!!! Please sir you can have me!!!

[miriossunshine]

Hello!👋🏽 may I request a student match up? I’m a petite straight female,♋️,enfp, enneagram 9w1. I’m a friendly, little bit clumsy and positive person! I’m curious by nature and a bit naive…

I enjoy being outdoors and go hiking! I’m responsible&organized. I can be passive aggressive and rarely angry. I like hanging out with ppl but at the end of the day, I like being alone, daydream and calm down. I love to laugh and I have a dry sense of humor & I quote vine a lot. I’m understanding and feel a lot, I want things to make logical sense. History, edm and art✨I’m pretty confident and don’t like drama, parties(too loud)or heights😖I don’t like to rush, and strive on routine. I always feel for the underdog and often feel misunderstood😞. A bit shy about love but I’m romantic and affectionate in private.

I always feel for the underdog and often feel misunderstood😞. A bit shy about love but I’m romantic and affectionate in private. I wish I could travel more because it’s puts perspective on life. I’m highly imaginative and I get so lost in my thoughts sometimes…

Oh! I have long straight black hair and brown skin with a round-ish face and kind eyes. My fashion is basic lol in a saturated color palette. I gravitate towards grey, white and blues💙those mom jeans, a grey turtleneck and my crescent moon necklace🌙 thank you so much😩

hi fellow cancerian!! 💗🦀 of course! ty for requesting!! i hope u like your matchup!~

i ship you with:

𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮!

ur relationship reminds me of kyo and tohru from fruits basket; clumsy and sweet girl x rough and tough boy >w< 💕

he lets you know that you’re allowed to be curious/daydream when you’re with him, bc he’ll protect you no matter what 😭💕

katsuki does tease you for your clumsiness tho so be prepared for forehead flicks and his obnoxious laughter when you trip or bump into things bdnsndmdnsnsn \(//∇//)\

the rest of 1a say that you guys are the definition of “opposites attract”, as you’re calm, approachable and rarely angry and katsuki is… well, the opposite!

hes so proud that ur his gf especially because you get along so well with his friends! your sense of humor matches the bakusquad’s pretty well. and even if he doesn’t understand the joke, he’ll crack a smile at the way you get the rest of the gang to laugh so easily💕💗💕 ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡💕💗

bakugou isnt very affectionate in public either! the most affection between you two is shared behind closed doors, where he allows himself to be more vulnerable and soft with you. he loves when you play with his hands; be it lacing your fingers together, or just admiring the callouses on his large palms. (〃ω〃)

you steal all his hoodies >< he acts like it bugs him but as soon as he turns around he’s blushing like crazy hehe >w<

u guys are so cute and everyone thinks you’re perfect for each other!!! 😭💕