#how is that comfy for your dick it’s gotta be So Tight

[lesbianmelkor]

regrettably this is a fanfiction note based on real life but. the number of times i’ve fucked gay men/trans women and they’ve tried to put their dick up my ass with Zero Prep shows that this is indeed a thing that happens in real life

[hewwokitti]

Brat (JJ Maybank x Reader)

It’s not like you mean to be a brat sometimes it just comes out. You know JJ doesn’t like when you’re rude and you’re good- at least getting better- at controlling your mouth but your facial expressions need work. So that's how you found yourself with JJ’s hand firmly on the back of your neck, pushing you into the chateau after sneering at something John B said.

“How many- How many fuckin times do i have to tell ya to fix your damn face huh? I ain’t playin with you today. Get your ass in there”

Yup you’re screwed.

He bullies you inside, smacking the globe of your ass all the while.

“JJ.. I’m sorry, I-“ you’re cut off as he roughly grabs your face, making you squeal.

“Yeah… Yeah you’re boutta be REAL sorry here soon dolly. You know where I want you c’mon.”

And you do, assuming the usual position on the bed, ass up, cheek against the undone bed. He comes up behind you, rough hand pushing your face into the mattress even more. “I keep tellin you kitty to play nice huh? don’t need you bein a bitch to my friends.” JJ emphasizes his words by pushing your face harder, making you cry out.

“Shh shh shhh” he utters condescendingly, while flipping your flimsy skirt up, rubbing the now exposed flesh. “don’t want them to hear how much of a bitch ya are for papa hmm?”

You screw your eyes shut, whimpering softly. He’s right, the pouges are right outside and any loud sounds would be sure to make their way to your shared friend’s ears.

Your thoughts are cut off by the sharp sting of JJ’s hand colliding with your ass, feeling the flesh jiggle at the impact “Answer me” he barks.

“n-no!!” you wail. JJ grins.

He pulls your head up by your hair, leaning over you, lips pressed against your ear. “Now, you’re gonna be good for me hmm? gonna take this dick then, ya gonna walk this ass,” he grabs a handful tightly, making your eyes roll back, “back out there n apologize”

“Y-Yes im sorry!” you say.

“mmm save it, you’re not sorry yet.” JJ says, as he throws your head back down. “Don’t even wanna look at ya right now, got me pissed the fuck off, that what you wanted?” He unbuckles his pants and ties the belt around your neck like a collar, using the long tail like a leash.

He rams into you, making you let out a garbled scream as he pounds into you, teeth bared giving you his all.

“Yeah, this is what you needed. Gotta get the bitch fucked outta ya don’t ya? Fuckin whore.”

The tight belt around your neck makes your head swim, all you can feel is JJ… JJ… JJ.

“Nah nah nah what’s my name kitty?”

You hadn’t realized you’ve been saying that aloud but with the way your blood circulation has been cut off, you can’t realize anything other than his dick deep in your guts. “D-daddy-y-y” you whine out, speech almost incoherent with the rhythm of his bruising thrusts.

“That’s right kitty, I’m your daddy, I’m your fucking daddy… jesus kitty you’re squeezing the life outta me SHIT you’re such a WHORE”

His harsh words make your eyes roll back, the only thing keeping your face up is JJ’s pull of the belt. The moans you let out are staccato, more like high pitched grunts, long nails clawing at the belt but not tapping out yet.

“O-oh man, you gonna cum kitty? don’t lie to me, can fuckin FEEL it” JJ spits out.

You nod vigorously, unable to speak, pushing back against him as best you can.

“FU-Uck yeah kitty cum with me c’mon” he let’s go of the belt, the rush of blood back into your head makes you squirt around him, screaming his name between gasps of breath as you flop onto the bed. JJ growls as he empties inside, thrusts slowing but not stopping making your toes curl with the overstimulation.

“There ya go kitty hmm? don’t that feel better?” He rubs your back as you let out little gasps and twitches.

After a while, once he’s calmed you down enough, he’s helping you clean up, getting you into comfy PJs.

“Okay mama, you good?” he holds your face in his hands, lifting it up casually to inspect your throat, a red rim of his belt mark makes him feel just the tiniest bit bad. He massages it as you croak out “‘m good now J”

He hums in response, “A’ight then, up you get, there’s some apologies ya gotta make now hmm?”

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[cu7ie]

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⠀⠀⠀cw ☆ consensual somno (sorta, reader is pretending) ☆ mikey being a jackass ☆ clothes ripping ☆ oral (male receiving) ☆ large insertions ☆ reader has a punani and gets some fingers in it.

Your mouth is overflowing with saliva as you try and suck the cock that's making it gape, trying and not succeeding to avoid choking on the dick in your throat, shallow thrust's of your boyfriend's hips accompanied by his whining.

"Not enough," spittle trickles down your cheek as Manjirou's desperation begins opening up more of your mouth. He's hardly hitting the back of your throat and yet you can barely catch a breath. You're trying to breath through your nose but his hip thrusts are shaky and erratic and when the head of his cock brushes your uvula you can't help but choke just a little.

"You gotta get more in there." And if you could speak to utter a protest you would but you've already got your proverbial hands full, sucking with all your might and stroking off whatever you can't reach. Manjirou looks down with intensity, hair curtaining his face as he watches you struggle and decides it's for the best if you just stop, right now.

Your mouth has the residual shape of an 'o' as Manjiro grips your head and slides you off of him with a wet pop. You look up, bleary eyed with remnants of tears hanging near your waterline. Manjiro is flushed, his mouth gaping in awe of your cutely swollen lips and the dull look in your eye.

"Just let me fuck you." Your shoulders heaving, your heavy pants the only thing that register as a sound at the moment. You force yourself to remember what he said to be able to respond to it, subconsciously licking the cum from your lips before you do so.

(So salty.)

"No, no no. That .. wasn't .. the deal." You frantically shake your head and try to pull on his thigh for leverage. Manjirou pushes you down and keeps your eyes level with his cock, the swollen head leaking a lot more than when you first started. "Asshole,"

"I'm not trying to be! But this isn't gonna work. It's your throat or your ass and' you can barely even take half of me. You can't suck dick for the life of you-"

"Oh fuck off, then. 'f that's what you think, stick it up your own ass, how about it?" You take his hand off the back of your head and leave the guy standing there feeling dumb, dick bobbing and swaying like he's some kind of sex doll, uncomfortably stiff between his thighs. "Noooo. Wait-", 

He hears you slam the door (presumably the one to your bedroom) and he follows behind like a kicked dog, his dick in one hand and his pride in the other. "I didn't mean it you know…" he's saying as he opens the door and pokes his little head in and feigns innocence, like you're going to fall for his sweet words this time. 

"You suck dick just fine-"

"Manjirou. We're not having sex." He groans and stomps his foot like it's gonna make you change your mind, trying to convince you with his eyes that you ought to sleep with him tonight.

"No no no no no. Figure out what to do with your dick on your own. M'not fucking you." And with that final word, you turn the bedroom lamp off and turn over. Not convinced of his rejection, he tucks his boner back into his drawers and tries getting comfy beside you. You check him in the ribs and lean into your body pillow.

You're asleep a few minutes later, breathing heavy yet peaceful as you make distance with Mikey's impudence within the comfort of your mind palace. Mikey's breathing heavy, too. 

For an entirely different reason, angrily fucking his fist beside you in bed as he tries to curl into a pillow groaning as the velvety sheet drags along the head of his penis and makes him sigh, wishing you would have just let him fuck you. You're always nice and tight, with this whiny pitch to your voice whenever he's balls deep and just going at it; the wet sound of your sex emboldening him and embarrassing you. 

You always underestimate his strength on account of his size. He's managed to hold you up and fuck you just like that, no problem.

He can even laugh to himself, remembering the look on your face.

(That shaky gasp as he pressed your knees to your chest, holding you up with both hands, back against the far wall of your bedroom. Astonished, confused, horny. You're moaning like some whore as he grabs the fat of your ass for leverage, fingers carefully gripping the curves of you and positioning the head of his cock so it catches on the lips of your pussy. And baby you're shaking like you're coming down with something.)

He can't see your sleeping expression now but bets it wasn't nearly as adorable.

"..hmph." he sighs deeply through his nose, pausing a moment before the schlick shlick resumes and he's back to furiously getting off, his impudence crackling away as he is consumed by fire, arousal making his dick pulse and his body fidgit like he can’t be asked to sit still. You stir beside him but he doesn't regard you for the time being, too focused on finishing to notice how you've stopped breathing as deeply, how you're frigid and still and listening to him jerk his cock like it's his last day on fucking earth. 

"...haah." a shuttering gasp and more weight dips the bed. He's holding his shirt under his chin and feeling his balls tighten, his shaft throbbing in his hand - slick with his own precome, some of your saliva still. "Fuuuck."

Something about his desperation flips a switch inside you.  You listen to him pant and moan as arousal twists in your belly, and it goes straight to your pussy. You're not touching yourself yet but you feel arousal trickle out of you, your pussy getting slicker and wetter and you subconsciously grip the pillow tighter, Manjirou's groaning riding up higher and higher. Subtlety cast aside, Manjirou reaches out for you.

You tense up. And maybe that was a dead giveaway to the voyeur in you. Maybe it was a sleep response that Mikey didn't register. His hands are straightening your back out and you don't know what he's thinking until he speaks.

"You don't have to do anything. Just go back to sleep, you little whore. I'll handle it," He sounds a little tired himself as he pulls on the back of the frilly panties you wear, tugging once and shivering when he hears the elastic pop. "Oops! Hope you didn't like those too much. Not like you can complain. You're asleep." And you must be, because when his animal instinct has him resorting to pulling your panties to the side with a finger, you're still not moving. And while he kicks aside the covers to get a better look at your glistening lips, thinking about how badly he wants to spill this load in your pussy and watch it spill out,

You don't move. In any way he can observe. Your eyelids are twitching but your head is in the pillow. Your lips are trying not to quirk up into a smile, you're trying not to belt out in wanton moans as his finger buries itself into your folds and he smears the slick against the pad of his finder. But he's narrow mindedly focused on the snatch that his palm heel grinds into, your clit swollen from his eager ministrations. You groan into the silk cover on your pillow. Manjiro pretends he doesn't hear you.

He spreads your legs and his hands curve around your thighs, plush flesh bulging from between his fingers as he squeezes you. Raising and repositioning your hips until he can see your pussy quivering with his own eyes.  Your panties are taught like a cloth cage, they're being sucked in by your greedy little pussy and he wishes it was him, so as one does, he goes about making dream reality.

He licks his lips.

"Wrap your legs around me — just like that. Oooh.." he bites his lip as if to say 'you little tease', when he's still doing most of the work on his own. 

"I knew you were eager for some dick." His cock slides along your thigh with the barest of touches and you can hear the excitement build in his throat. "Ya didn't have to pull back on me earlier. You could have just said how badly you wanted me to…" He crooks the fingers he's lodged inside of you into the soft tissue of your walls. 

"Oh - ho, shit. We've got a bit of a leak down here." His tone is condescending, even. But he's not lying, your pussy is soaking your panties and he really does riiiiip them right off you, the broken remnant around your hips but leaving your sensitive lips on display for him oogle.

"What to do about that.."

He peers at your pussy and mulls over a solution. You notice he gets silent and leans into you, maybe trying to glean your thoughts from the way your Adam's apple bob's as you forget that sleeping people breathe deeper than that.

".. you think I should plug it up?" The sound of a smile leaks into his voice. He holds the base of his shaft and moves your hips a little this way, a little that way.

His cock teases at the fold, rubbing up against your clit and making you fidget in your 'sleep'.

"Okay!" Mikey is deceptively cheerful, the words on his tongue sharp like the devil's horns. "Whatever you think is best."

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[banggyu0308]

Your hard thoughts on PERVY best friend yeonjun

🤭🤭🤭🤭

warnings: perv yeonjun, fem!reader, tbh they're both switches, masturbation, she gets off right next to him, cuddling, dry humping,

yeonjun who didn't mean to fall for his best friend, let alone fall INTO you when he flopped onto the couch, face pressed to your chest, a slight blush on his cheeks when he sits up, apologizing profusely even when you wave him off, turning back to the show on the TV because it wasn't a big deal to you at all. but yeonjun who can't get the feeling of your tits against him out out of his mind, replaying it over and over in his head... he could slap himself, this was so wrong, you were right next to him and here he is, semi-hard cause he can't get the thought out of his head.

yeonjun who excuses himself to the bathroom because he doesn't want to be caught like that, you'd guess what had happened immediately and he doesn't want that to happen TT hissing through his teeth every time he runs his thumb over his leaking tip, can't help the image of you in that low-neck tank from popping into his head~~

the first few days you fill his mind he's a little uncomfortable, surprised by his body's sudden interest in you or yours, but after a bit he doesn't care anymore... need help reaching the high shelf? he'll stand behind you and grab it for you, gotta make sure your ass brushes against him~ looking down at you on purpose whenever you're walking together and he can see down your shirt, little sheepish smile on his face >.<

he's not as slick as he thinks though... you'd catch him looking and he'd send you a wink, turning away, and you'd smile to yourself cause you hadn't expected this from him XD but slowly you started to reciprocate it, stopping in your tracks to bend over when he's behind you, letting his dick press right against your ass and hearing the small breath he sucks in, it's kinda cute now, seeing how he thinks he can control himself so well..~

cause little does he know you pretend your fingers against your clit are his when you're in bed at night, little does he know you've gotten yourself off right next to him at one of your little sleepovers, fueled by the sound of his breathing and his side pressed to yours, little does he know you've stopped sitting in his lap with innocent intentions a LONG time ago... shifting around to get comfy isn't so innocent either 🤭

asking him to cuddle so sweetly 🥺 settling in front of him and wrapping his arms around your waist, such a perfect position, isn't it~? gonna see how long he can keep his dick against your ass before he loses himself XD not nearly as long as you gave him credit for, it's only been a few minutes and he's rutting so desperately against you, arms tight around your torso, tugging you closer to him, mumbling in your ear that he's gonna fuck you just like this, and when he tugs your pants down and underwear to the side, you can only assume he'll keep his word~

[rom-e-o]

NSFW for crude, demeaning language and mentions of grape

Abigail definitely keeps blackmail backed up somewhere, for Bess in particular. So, when something is going right in Bess' life and Abigail finds out, or if she's just having a bad day, she picks out some dirty laundry and airs it.

So imagine Connie coming home to a completely catatonic Bess just staring unseeing at her phone with a video of Oliver, Abigail, and some of their gross friends laughing about his and Bess' first time playing over and over. Yes, Abigail kept this vile footage on her phone for years just waiting for whatever whim to flit by and strike her into sharing it, and when she does, she doesn't just send it to Bess like she usually does, she posts it everywhere. All of her social media. And there's no question about who or what they're talking about, because they are explicit with names and acts. Bess only finds out because Debbie, who makes it her business to keep an eye on Abigail's shenanigans because she does not trust that bitch but also loves to dive her hands elbow deep into drama and serve justice, gives her a heads up.

As if the one time Bess slept with Oliver wasn't already bad enough, now she knows Oliver talked about it with other people and they all turned it into a joke. They turned her into a joke. And now the entire internet knows. Btw, her socials are also mentioned in the descriptions of all the posts--so there's no way it won't be tied back to her. And we're not even going to mention the comments left on each post, though suffice it to say they're varied and colorful.

And if you're wondering, yes, in the video there are derogatory comments made about Bess' previous assault and the fact she had a baby. ("Well, you know why it took you so long to blow your load? Slut's gotta be all ripped and stretched out after gettin' stuffed with fat old man dick for a year then shittin' out his fatass kid. She ain't tight anymore--that pussy's been run through more times than a traffic tunnel.")

I hate Abigail almost as much as Oliver, and this just ADDS TO IT. They are so, so irredeemably evil for doing shit like that. AND BOLD, not to mention. The harassment charges would be in the millions, ESPECIALLY considering Bess’ connections.

If Connie comes home and finds her like that, on the outside, she’s tender and caring for Bess. On the inside, RAGE LIKE A DEMON SCORNED.

“Bess! What’s wrong? What are you looking….” (Hears the video, AND THE COMMENTS) “…okay. Come here.”

She’d gently take the phone and take her somewhere comfy to sit. No electronics around her. Just their comfy living room, or Bess’ room, or somewhere safe. “Let’s get some food, and some wine.”

If she wants to scream or cry, or just get drunk, she can do whatever she wants. She is more than entitled to that.

Once Bess has company (Debbie, Addie or Gal, likely), Connie would give her very expensive and very talented lawyer (who helped finalize Orin’s divorce) a little phone call.

“Hey, do you do libel and slander cases? …you do? Excellent! I need you to ruin two lives for me. If I send you some basic information, can you send a ‘cease and desist’? … Oh, you are an angel! Thank you.”

Add Wolf hearing about this, and it would be the first time since his redemption that he BURIED PEOPLE IN DEBT.

God, how desperate do Oliver and Abigail have to be to try to ruin Bess’ life at every turn?

[freelancearsonist]

Morning Delights

Steven Grant x afab!Reader

Rated MA for pure smut without plot, rimming, eating ass (m receiving), sex toys, pegging, yada yada

1,101 words

A/N: thank you so much to @doct0rstrange for commissioning this! i’m sorry it took so long, i promise the marc version will be on the way soon!

“Babe?” Your pet name is met with nothing more than a disgruntled moan as your lover curls closer to you—buries his face in your neck so his soft curls tickle your chin as his arms pull you tight against his body.

You can’t help the smile that spreads over your face. Since you moved in, Steven hasn’t been a morning person. “Hey, sleepy boy, it’s time to get up.”

The sun is already high in the sky and spilling bright light even through the curtains on the windows, and as much as you really want to spend the entire weekend in bed exactly like this, you’re starting to get pretty hungry and you’re sure Steven is too.

“Too comfy,” he mumbles, and the vibrations of his voice tickle your neck.

And then he shifts his hips closer, unconsciously grinds just the slightest bit against your thigh, and suddenly his pronounced refused to leave bed makes sense.

You wouldn’t want to move either, if you had the case of morning wood he’s currently suffering from.

“Poor darling,” you coo. “Did you have a good dream? Or did you just wake up needy?”

“Good dream,” he whimpers—grinds a little harder now that his problem has come to your attention.

“What was it about, sweet boy?” You run your fingers through his hair soothingly, almost teasing. It’s as if you’re pretending that you’re not at all aware of his hard-on, that this is just any regular morning waking up in your lover’s arms.

“You,” he whispers, as if he’s embarrassed to admit it. “Deep inside me.”

You give a hum at his confession, trying not to let on just how hot under the collar it’s making you. It’s been far too long since you’ve fucked Steven in the way he just stated, and you haven’t realized how much you’ve missed it until just now.

“You want breakfast first?”

“N-no,” he groans with another firm grind against your thigh. “Please, love. I need you.”

And you’re anything but cruel, so you intend to give him exactly what he wants. Especially since he asked so nicely.

“I suppose, since you’ve been so good,” you tell him with a teasing smile. “But you’ve gotta let me up so I can go get my dick on. Get yourself ready, yeah?

He’s more than eager to roll aside and shimmy out of his pajama pants, a light sheen of red on his cheeks as he slowly trails his fingers over his achingly hard shaft and down below his full balls. He looks so shy as you watch him slowly ease a finger inside himself, whining and rocking his hips into the sensation.

He puts on such a good show, you nearly forget your own mission.

You make quick work of putting on your harness and his favorite dildo, mouth watering as you watch him add another finger to his efforts.

And then you can’t help yourself, and you crawl back onto the bed between his legs.

His whole body jolts at the first slick drag of your tongue down his balls, free hand clenching tight at the rumpled gray bed sheets as your hands smooth down his thighs and push his spread knees further apart.

You gently pull his hand away, and he knows from prior experience what comes next. Still, it makes his gut twist pleasurably and his eyes roll back in his head when your tongue slides down and circles around his hole.

“Oh, gods above…” He tries to buck his hips into your ministrations but you’re ready for it and pin his hips firmly to the mattress before he can execute the move—a gesture that just makes him moan loudly.

“That’s it baby, let me hear how good I make you feel.”

Ever the obedient lover, he looses another loud moan—half grunt, half whine.

“Wanna come on my tongue or my cock?”

You know his answer even before he says it, but it still brings a smirk to your face.

“B-both, please?”

And you’re more than willing to oblige your good boy.

He shakes and whimpers as you slowly fuck him with your tongue, just enough stimulation to make him moan but not nearly enough to make him come.

It practically feels like torture, and he positively eats it up.

“You think you can handle coming twice?” You light-heartedly taunt with a smirk on your face as you lap at him.

He’s a panting, shaking mess—barely coherent enough to give you an answer. 

But he squeaks out a “yes,” just in time for him to clench tight around your thrusting tongue and spurt his release all over the sheets.

“Fuck baby,” you breathe as you smooth a hand over his ass. “That’s gotta be a new record.”

He’s nearly breathless as he whimpers, “bloody hell, I think it is.”

You give him a moment to come down—watch as the rise and fall of his chest slowly decelerates.

“You have another one in you?” You ask, fingers feather-light as they trace over his back to form random patterns in a way that makes him purr like a kitten.

He doesn’t even hesitate before he’s rapidly nodding his head, rolling over onto his back and spreading his legs in a way that almost makes you giggle at his eagerness.

You’re about to make a playful remark and taunt his yearning, but the pleading look on his face stops you before you can even open your mouth.

“Please?” He whimpers. “Please, darling.”

You decide to have some mercy on your poor boyfriend and position yourself between his spread thighs, delicately drizzling some lube over his hole and using the tip of the dildo to work it in.

His whines are like the most beautiful symphony ever written. The way he fights so hard to stay still, not wanting to inhibit the onslaught of pleasure you provide him, makes you break out in a smile.

No one could ever be as good as him.

“Ready?” You ask, teasing the tip around his entrance in a way that makes him squirm and try desperately to slide down the length of the toy.

All he can do to reply is nod, and you tut in a way that he instantly recognizes as admonishment. 

“I need to hear you say it, baby boy,” you remind him.

You’re barely done speaking before he blurts out, “Yes! Yes, please, I need you to fuck me!”

And that’s more than enough for you to slowly ease your way into his waiting entrance.

THE END

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[prettyboykatsuki]

please PLEASE write more abt bully bkg!!! what happened next?? what did kiri do omg

tw ;; mild toxicity, bully!bkg, kirishima being a shit, fem!reader 18+, spanking, oral (f!recieving), bkg accidentally worships your pussy instead of punishing you :/, unprotected sex, praise kink 

PT. 1

a/n ;; have i mentioned he makes me absolutely out of my mind yet? have i said that?!??#?$# 

i think we’ve established about the two of them enough by now so here’s how i picture it. 

like i said before - bkg is a campus athlete, popular and well-rounded and all around has that like image to him and so when he essentially confesses to you after fucking you stupid in the library, that’s basically him making you his girlfriend. you don’t know that for a long time but we’ll get there later. 

anwyays.. right after he fucks you nice n full of his cum, he slides your panties and shorts right back on and snickers as he watches you struggle to get to your feet before eventually helping you. he keeps your bra as a punishment and makes you keep his hoodie, almost biting you when you try and take kirishimas to return it to him. he’ll do it himself, don’t test him. 

when you’re all dressed - he makes you pack up and ends up walking you to your dorm room in the middle of the night (which you beg him to not do) but he’ll be fucking damned if anything bad happens to you. it’s his version of affectionate but you don’t know that yet so you’re mostly awkwardly trying to dodge him on the way back BUT he’s still bkg so when he notices that he yanks you. 

he makes you hold his arm and licks your cheek cause he’s such a fucking dick. hits you with a “get used to it, princess” with the most condescending tone. but he’s being so serious. you just think he’s teasing you but he’s not.. he means it. get used to him, basically because now he’s a constant presence in your life. 

he drops you off in front of your dorm and you’re about to wave him off but before you can go he grabs your waist and basically dips you for a kiss. and it’s so good - fuck, you wish you could say you hated it. but bakugou is experienced as much as he’s mean so he kisses you like his life depends on it, his fingers digging into your sides and his tongue in your mouth. you almost forget your in public until he pulls you back up 

he gives you a little breathless grin, patting your cheek with his hand and telling you “get cleaned up, dumbass” which is his way of telling you to get home safe. 

and you do get to your empty dorm. you take a shower and just kinda reflect on the actualy fuck transpired cause you were pretty positive he wanted you in a casket but?!?!?! you fucked him and he kissed you? so ???? 

youre in the middle of your exams and you’re honestly tired since you got fucked within in an inch of your life so you shower and just.. go to sleep. in his hoodie cause it smells good and it’s big and comfy and you’re like... thinking about it really hard but it just makes your headache. 

you conclude after a lot of tossing and turning that he’s probably still just trying to fuck around with you and maybe thinks you’re an easy lay.  you can’t say you aren’t since you were willing and ready for him (the thought of how easily you gave in has you flustered) 

you sleep, eventually. and you wake up the next morning not really expecting much. you don’t have bkgs number or anything so you just.. continue with your day as is. unlucky for you - you have classes with bakugou and kirishima 

but you don’t think it’ll be all that different. still so non-chalant. and you go to class that day dressed normally - with bakugous hoodie in hand. 

you sit in your regular seat that day and this is your first mistake. 

kirishima is in class before bakugou is. and he is.. as always, a little shit. so he pulls up right beside you because even though bkg is pissed at kiri - they are besties so he tells him everything. kirishima wont tease you abt it and u still think kirishima is quite nice and handsome so you’re pleased to greet him. 

ah.. another mistake on your behalf. this action WILL have consequences. 

kirishima gets so cozy with you btw. he loves that you’re so comfy w him - strokes his ego so good. and he chats you up for a better part of the hour before your morning class. 

he makes jokes and smiles and laughs and thinks about how easy it would be snatch you from bakugou and keep you to himself. he’s not good enough of a person to leave you alone. 

aaah kirishima is a sweetheart and he treats you well. so when you feel his hand on your thigh underneath the table - rubbing little circles into your knee, you don’t even notice. and when he gets super close to you to hear you talk - telling you your voice is too soft even tho a class is empty, you let him. 

and when you point out that ppl keep staring and whispering you, he tells you to ignore them and you do. you ignore the whispers and even the click of camera. 

it’s only when you hear bakugou that you get a strange feeling in your gut. he stomps into the classroom - vicious. his schedule is so busy he normally doesn’t get to lounge around before class making sure to keep everything tight 

but he got..  many messages about how you and kirishima were seating today. mostly from kami who likes to cause problems - he decided he should get there a lil early 

well.. lo and behold he does - and he finds you and kirishima looking incredibly cozy with each other. and kirishima being.. kirishima - is the first to see him and he shoots his beloved friend the most smug fuckin smile. 

bkg is pissed, naturally and stomps his way over to the two of you. he’s doing the thing again where he’s icy mad. he doesn’t even bother w kirishima and there’s a whole crowd around the three of you. 

“get your shit,” he demands, clearly seething. you give him a wild look, noticing the now obvious tension before being completely confused.  you’re about to protest w him but he sends you a spine-chillingly glare. 

your whole class watches as he yanks you by the wrist out of the classroom as kirishima sits back and gives u a little wave. ur lost. obviously. and once you leave the classroom ur like “where are we going?” 

the answer is to bakugous very nice car - a custom c3 corvette. he opens the door and stares you, grabbing your bags and taking them to the trunk. but u stand ur ground, cross your arms over your chest like 

“what are we doing out here?” 

bkg doesn’t hesitate in pushing you up against his car, his hands on your waist and his teeth nipping at your neck - sore from old bruises. and you gasp when you feel his fingers dig into your hips, all tongue and teeth. 

“the fuck did i say about you cozyin’ up t’ that shitty haired bastard yesterday,” 

this makes you swallow because bakugous mouth is travelling further and further and his hands are getting more bold. and you shiver, something hot and heavy in your core cause fuck he’s so possesive over you. it makes you dizzy, something sticky and warm in you. 

“i.. i d-didn’t think you were being s..serious yesteryday” 

he growls a little against your throat. 

“guess i’ll have to teach you another lesson. im gonna get in the car and then you are. easy enough, nerd?” 

you can’t do anything but nod and watch him open the car doors. when he gets in you follow and within the blink of an he manuevers you till your over his lap. you let out a loud yelp as his strong hands come down on your ass. still clothed. 

you let out a soft yelp - a noise of surprise at the sudden sensation and you feel bkg bend down to speak in your ear. 

“wanna act like a fuckin’ brat and flirt with your boyfriends friends? fine. i’ll fuck that shitty ass attitude right out of you,” 

the firs thing you think is “boyfriend?!” but your voice gets muffled when you feel bakugou pull down your bottoms along with your panties. his hands are so strong and so big - long thick fingers covered in callouses from playing so many games. you can’t help but squirm under his touch, a growing wetness making your stomach clench. 

he’s so so mean about it yk? a big strong hand smacking against your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. he chuckles when you whine, when your body shivers - bare cunt expose to him and nothing else. a wave of humilation floods through you. 

“‘s not my fault you’re like this y’know? all you gotta do is follow instructions - i know you now how to fucking do that, right? always bein’ so prissy,” ― bakugou tsks, smacking your ass hard before spreading your cheeks out. he admires the way your cunt trembles with mean laugh ― “but you wanna go flirt with shitty hair that much, huh?” 

you’re gonna protest and tell him it’s not even like that.. which makes you question why’re so eager to go with his demands. but the words get lost as the sound of spanks slowly drift and it’s just bakugou admiring your ass. he didn’t really get a good chance too when he was fucking you yesterday but now he’s got eagles on you n your pretty little cunt. 

“never gonna let anyone touch your pretty little pussy but fuckin’ me,” ― and he groans, sliding his fingers through your folds ― “fuck.. fuck” 

you’re not expecting much but within another few seconds you’ve got your cheek pressed to the glass window, ass up and body folded with your cunt directly in bkgs face. you’re not rlly sure why this was happening because you were sure you were getting punished. and maybe the humilation of having your face pressed to glass is enough 

but it doesn’t negate the fact bkg is tongue deep in your cunt. both hands massaging your ass - spreading your lips apart so he can get into fucking deeper. sliding his tongue against your folds and slurping on your clit until you’re jolting with pleasure like you’ve never known before in your life. you’re moaning so loud the whole campus could probably fucking hear but bkg doesn’t care and doesn’t stop 

and your thighs give out, he goes from eat it from the back to getting underneath you and has you sitting on his face. you just keep cumming and bakugou is rock fucking hard - but he doesn’t even bother jerking himself off. he spends all of his time n effort worshipping your sweet cunt  

you cum on his face so many times you’re completely limp by the time he sticks his dick in you. but it feels so good when he does that too - oversenstive walls stretched out his big cock, a hand on your sides as he shifts you into missionary. 

he doesn’t even intend to make you cum again but the position has him so deep in your cervix that you do and he’s so close. and when bkgs close, he’s fucking obscene. 

but it’s not all that vulgar like you’re expecting and that makes you fucking whine. hearing bakugou praise you and your pussy does something terrible to your brain and in your fucked out haze - arms around his shoulders, you’re fucking whimpering. 

and bkgs just in your ear like 

“such a sweet fuckin’ girl for me, taking my dick so damn good, haah fuck. all mind. know how to behave when i fuck you like this don’t you? be a good girl and take it all.. there you go, just like that,” 

when he cums inside of you he stays there for a while and stares at your completely gone expression. it’s unusually soft and you wont see it often but he grabs your face and kisses you hard 

“you’re my girlfriend now you fuckin’ dweeb so start fuckin’ acting like it yeah?” 

you whine and nod, unable to refuse even if u want too 

“yeah..yeah” 

[gyuphorias]

this has never left my mind tbh…just…lazy sex with soobin :( also adding onto the fact that i LIVE for the idea of soobin having a really big dick—and he’s gotta prep you right, so i think on little lazy days like this he’s totally into cockwarming and trying to get himself to fit inside of you.

which leads me to my next point of dildo training with soobin—he’s all wide-eyed and nearly drooling, so enchanted by how you look fucking yourself with it. when you whine to him and tell him that the rest isn’t gonna fit, he’s almost tempted to tell you to stop or slow down bc he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself; but he needs you to take it all—i mean, it’s not even as thick as he is, so you should be able to take it, right?. just imagine how rewarding it would be for you to take all of his cock, hm?

and the look on his face when he bottoms out for the first time? finally able to completely bury himself inside of you? cock twitching so harshly, daring him to cum so quickly bc he’s never been inside of you like this before, he’s more fucked out than you are. now he’s all mindless, fucking up into you until you’re both drooling and coming all over each other, just a complete and total mess <3 idk just a thought tbh

"i'm gonna answer when i'm done studying" jk i'm answering now bc <3

big dick soobin is an agenda i can get behind for real i swear. first off, lazy sex with him? literally you're laying on your sides, your back to his chest, he's got your top leg hiked over his own and he's fingering you leisurely because you have all the time in the world. he coos when you whine and cry a little, telling him to stop teasing, and presses kisses to your shoulders to appease you a little bit. "you know i have to prep you first. you can be patient, right? because you're my good little bunny?" he smiles against your skin when you nod immediately, speeding up his movements just a little bit to reward you because you're being so good for him, even if it's frustrating.

and dildo training bye omg ....... he's the one to suggest it just because he knows you're going to need it, but he leaves the shopping to you once you agree because he's a little too shy to do it himself. once you finally get around to doing it, he works you up himself, eating you out, fingering you, doing whatever he needs to do to prep you enough. he makes sure you're comfy, plenty of pillows against the headboard to support you and he sits back to watch. you're struggling so much, tears pooled in the corners of your eyes as you try to work it further, telling him through broken, pathetic little whimpers that it's too much. he coos, leaning forward to brush sweat and tears away, smiling so softly at you and it makes you feel so at ease in an instant. once again, he tells you that you're being so good for him and reassures you that you can take it all. and when you finally do get it to bottom out, he smiles again and tells you that you did so good for him.

and when he himself gets to bottom out in you for the first time? it's so euphoric that he swears he's in heaven. you're so warm and so tight around him, constantly clenching, and it feels so good that he has to will himself not to come right then. when he finally starts rutting up into you, any dominant energy either of you two had melts away entirely, completely fucking one another out. you're both whining and crying out, not a single coherent thought in either of your heads as he fucks you. feeling you come triggers his own orgasm, but you just feel so good that he can't stop and you can't tell him to stop either, just as lost in the haze as he is. you stare at each other, all glassy eyes and faraway looks and mouths perpetually hanging open in muted whines, drool and sweat and tears mixing on your skin. soobin literally doesn't stop until you're both completely spent, just two dumb little babies curled up together in bed as you fight your way out of the fog.

[planetdream]

naur bc now i need u to expand on dom heeseung ... i think abt him a lil too much sometimes

of course bc i would do anything for you—and no fr he's driving me crazy

there's not a single coherent thought in my mind bc it keeps bouncing from one thought to the next so obvi i gotta write all of em <3

i. i think about soft dom heeseung a lot—he's very sweet and nice to you, always putting your pleasure before his. yes, he's all tall and broad and could easily throw you around and have his way with you. but you look at him with those pretty eyes of yours and shyly ask him to make you cum? that you've missed his touch even though he fucked you a day ago? he's making you cum on his fingers, tongue, and his dick, no questions asked. and similarly, he likes that you'd do anything that he tells you with stars in your eyes. he orders you around and you listen because that's what his pretty baby should do. doesn't even have to touch you all that much and you're all dumb for him...it's too cute.

— likes fucking you softly—even if it's not lovemaking, he just wants to be gentle. big dick heeseung so yeah, he's gotta prep you and everything. and once he's finally inside of you it's like heaven—cock stretches you out so perfectly but his thrusts are so slow that they're almost teasing. and it's only because he doesn't want to hurt you too much. so he'll just work his thumb at your clit and place soft kisses at your lips until you're coming around him. squeezing around him nice and tight and he'll eventually tell you to let up a bit (bc he doesn't want to cum yet). and really just likes to hold you close and let you know that he's got you—that you're safe in his hold.

ii. obvi i have to talk a lil about hard dom heeseung (bc would i be me if i didn't talk about hard doms?) initially, he doesn't think he has it in him to be all rough when you ask him to be. but once he tries, he loves it. the fact that he can literally just bend you into different positions and just kinda break you? makes his head spin. when he's got you drooling and moaning out little incoherent praises—lots of so good's, please's, thank you's etc. just all pretty, fucked out and begging him for more. he's got this habit of shutting you up while he fucks you, and usually, it's with a kiss, but when he's in hard dom mode, he'll just clasp his hand over your mouth and tell you to take it <3

— rough sex is always fun. maybe you're on your back and he's got your legs spread nice and wide—and instead of his usual slow, but deep thrusts, they're deep and fast. practically able to fuck you up the bed with the amount of force, but his grip on your thighs holds you in place. can't help but laugh a little bit when your eyes roll to the back of your head because he's found your spot and keeps fucking into it. definitely continues to fuck you through your orgasm—who knew he liked overstimulation so much?

— and it's kinda funny: after the fact, when you're trying to hold on to what's left of your sanity...trying so hard not to beg him to fuck you like that again and again—that's when he realizes how much you like it. just kinda laughs at you a little bit 'cause you're vibrating and grinding against his thigh like a needy whore. now he's squishing your cheeks together and telling you to vocalize what you want (no matter how embarrassing it may be)

iii. dom heeseung with a brat is on my mind a lot too bc he'd kinda just...give into you. why's his pretty baby acting like that? you must need him, so let him give you what you want! but if you've been annoying him real bad? suddenly he comfy with being mean to you bc now he's being a tease. he'll finger you a bit, but once you're close to coming he'll give you a pretty pout and remove his fingers from your cunt. you've been a brat so now you gotta make it up to him and maybe he'll fuck you real nicely <3

[kirsteinkisses]

hatred (j.k)

pairing: jean kirstein x reader

warnings: minors dni!! cw; smut, nipple play, praise, vaginal penetration, oral (m->f), angst, hate fucking turned cute. jean is a titty man and nobody can change my mind.

synopsis: you and jean always fought and finally put those feelings to rest in a nasty fuck session.

a/n: i'm lowkey high as fuck and needed to pump this out.

you and jean always hated each other. it's something that was just there since the beginning and nobody understood why. you guys were in the same friend group but would always bicker and make fun of each other.

the bickering went on and on until that day at your house.

"you're a fucking dumbass. call me that again and i'll beat the shit out of you, kirstein!" you yelled across the living room as jean started playing with your knick knacks on the shelf.

everyone was gathered in the living room watching 13 going on 30 while chattering and eating. sasha was in charge of the snacks and she always delivered them with joy.

"hey, i'm just saying. you seem like you're just a fuckin' tease." he smirked as he turned around to look at you. you never saw him make this face before and it made you infuriated. "j-just shut up!" you ran over and went to hit him. he caught your arm and didn't let it go. "don't fucking touch me, ass wipe." you struggled against his grip. the others just watched as everything played out. connie found it quite amusing and so did eren.

"pfft just fuck already. you guys got the rage for it." connie chimed in as you two continued arguing over nothingness.

"no way." you scoffed at his remark and walked back over to the couch.

you saw jean cross his arms and look at you for a minute. he was totally thinking about what connie had said and it was making you think about it too.

-

around 11:30 everyone started to pack up and leave. jean stayed behind after everyone left.

"hey, i'm sorry. i gotta work on how i talk to you it's not right." he looked at you sincerely for a minute. you started to blush for a minute.

"i..it's okay." you pushed back your hair and looked at the ground.

that's when it happened just like that. his lips crashed into yours as he pulled you closer. his hands rested on your hips as he leaned further into his kiss.

"what- what are you d-" that's when a moan escaped your lips once he began kissing your neck.

"clearly, i'm doing something you like.." he rubbed his hand along your inner thigh. "maybe connie's bald ass was right. someone just needs to get her shit fucked up. have me shove my dick in her and fuck her till she's a babbling mess." his dirty talk made you feel hot.

you grabbed his hand and started to lead him to your bedroom. "we should do it upstairs it's more comfy." you turned around and whispered at you lead him up the stairs.

he threw you onto the bed the minute you shut the door behind you. he got on all fours and started kissing your neck.

"why are we still even dressed?" he started to slide your shirt off along with your bra. "damn, y/n." he started kneading at your breasts once released. "hiding these from me? wow. knew you hated me but not this much. god.." he got down and started playing with your hard nipples.

"mmm, j-jean." you moaned out his name and ran your fingers through his long hair. he reached down with his hand and started rubbing at your clothed clit. "so fucking wet for me already.." he hissed through his teeth before resuming to twirling his tongue around your hardened nipple.

you reached down to take off your panties to give him better access until he grabbed your hand. "ah-ah.. allow me to do the honors. don't do shit unless i tell you to." he shook off his belt and used it to strap your hands above your head to the headboard. you struggled a bit against his tight grip but stopped and followed what he did. "good girl." he praised.

he slid off your panties and put them in his pocket. "hey!" you squirmed and let out a soft chuckle. jean didn't say anything but winked at you.

he collected your slick onto his index and middle finger before sliding in. he pushed past your folds and curled his fingers up inside of you. "mmm, 'so good." you started to buck your hips up at his touch. "fucking eager aren't we?" he gave a light flick to your nipple. he leaned down and began his feast. he started licking long stripes on your pussy. jean continued before sticking his fingers in and out with his tongue. "fuck! jean please! i'm gonna cum.." you moaned out and squirmed beneath his touch as he held your legs open. "cum for me." he picked up the pace with his fingers and started going faster. you began to shake as your walls fluttered around his fingers, aching for more.

"you're so pretty like this. you hate me yet do so well for me and let me make you cum." he cooed in your ear as he rubbed circles on your clit. "jean..." you moaned out his name. "i don't h-hate you at all." your confession brought silence from him.

"so then.. why even fight? we could just be like this forever." he said as he thrusted his fingers back in and out of your pussy as fast as he could. "fuck! mmm' so good." you bucked your hips up. "just fuck me. please.." you looked up at him with big doe eyes. he stood up and started to take off his clothes. he slid his shirt up over his toned body. next was his pants and boxers. jean looked so pretty and you couldn't take it. he had to have been 7 to 8 inches. you saw him shirtless before but never was able to act on the fact that he was the sexiest man in your friend group.

he lined himself up at your entrance and coated his cock in your juices. "fuck, baby you're so tight." he felt himself get sucked into you as he hissed through his teeth. he rolled his hips into yours at a rhythmic pace. your eyes started to tear up as you reached your second high. "jean, 'm gonna cum again." you moaned. "go ahead. cream on this dick, baby." he thrusted faster as he chased his own high.

"oh shit, y/n. hiding this sexy ass body from me and now this pussy?" he smirked at you with lust filled eyes. jean finally came on your tits when he finished.

you sat there breathing heavy waiting for him to undo the belt restraining you. "fuck i'm sorry." he reached to undo the belt. "i-it's okay." you blushed a bit. "you did so good." you whispered as you leaned into him.

"we should do this instead of fighting. i like the results better." he laughed at his own remark as he pulled you closer.

"'m so tired."

"you can sleep on me, baby." he wrapped his arms around you as you drifted to sleep.

bye i'm high as shit

[sleepysnk]

HELLO I'M HERE TO POST SOME SMUT FOR EREN BECAUSE I'M FILTHY LIKE THAT. this was inspired by this post, so i'm here to feed y'all. i hope you guys enjoy! <3

Zip it Up

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Eren's body lay still as he slept in his bed comfortably, the boy had been sleep deprived the past three days due to exams and finals in school. He'd stay up past 2 A.M. working on different assignments to boost his grades and it was taking a lot from him, he'd sleep at odd hours and stay up the whole night.

His body shifted around as the sudden ringing from his phone broke him out of his slumber.

Groaning, he grabbed his phone off the nightstand, he stared at the screen noticing it was his girlfriend (Y/N). His eyes squinted as the bright light burned his vision slightly.

He sighed, clicking the accept option. "Hey baby.. what's up?" Eren asked, voice still groggy and deep.

(Y/N) was in her car, driving back from her day at school. "Eren? Were you sleeping? I'm sorry if I woke you babe, I just wanted to call and check in on you," she said.

Eren smiled a bit. "Yeah you woke me up but don't worry, I don't mind." he said, sitting up against the bed frame. "Are you in the car?" he asked, hearing the soft noises in the background.

She giggled a bit. "Yeah I am. I actually wanted to come and see you, unless you're busy." she said, smiling a bit.

Eren checked the time on his phone, seeing it was 12:30 in the afternoon. "Yeah you can come over (Y/N), I just gotta look a little less scary." he said, running his fingers through his chocolate brown locks.

(Y/N) sighed. "Alright babe, that's fine. I'll text you when I get to your place okay?" she said.

He sat up. "Sounds like a plan," he replied, looking around his room.

Eren heard the click of the phone call ending, he tossed his phone onto his bed and stood up. He didn't really have anything nice to wear, but he was in his own house and it was just his girlfriend, so he decided to dress in a casual outfit.

A black zip up hoodie and some grey cotton shorts.

Eren walked into the bathroom, he stared at his dark circles. He was still tired, even after sleeping in almost half the day.

After a quick shower, he got dressed and tied his hair into a low messy bun. The zip up hoodie he had was zipped open, exposing his abs and his chest. His girlfriend had seen him like that before, Eren was always dressing bummy. He just wanted to be comfortable, who could blame him?

He exited the bathroom and reached for his phone, reading the messages he got from (Y/N).

(Y/N)🖤: i'm outside

Eren sat up, exiting his room and heading towards the door. He opened it and saw his girlfriend standing there, she eyed him and a smile grew onto her lips.

"You seem comfy," she said, stepping into his apartment.

Eren chuckled, putting his arms around her waist. "Mm.. why not?" he replied, pulling her closer to his body. He rested his chin on her head "It's good to see you," he added, smiling a bit.

(Y/N) smiled, taking in the scent of his body wash. "I missed you a ton," she said, looking up at him.

He kissed her cheek. "I missed you more princess," he replied, smiling down at her.

The two talked for awhile, Eren talked about his shitty sleep schedule and how he's been juggling assignments for the past few nights. Of course (Y/N) didn't necessarily think that was a good idea, she was always that type of girl who would want her boyfriend to make good choices for himself. Reminding him to sleep or drink water, but sometimes Eren didn't listen. Finding it funny when she would slap his arm about not sleeping properly.

"I'm still tired," Eren groaned, rubbing his eyes which were droopy.

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest. "That's what you get Mr.Nightowl," she said, playfully tugging at his hair.

Eren chuckled, walking towards his living room. He lied down on the couch, his hoodie falling away from his abdomen, exposing his abs and his chest. The sight made heat rush onto (Y/N)'s cheeks, Eren had the nicest muscles.

"Baby!" Eren called from the couch. "Come here! Let me hold you," he yelled, reaching his arms towards her.

(Y/N) laughed, taking off her shoes and approaching him. She stood in front of him as he grabbed her arm, forcing her down on top of him. She yelped a bit as she straddled him.

"Lay down.. I wanna cuddle," he said, with a slight pout of his lips.

She giggled, leaning down onto his muscular chest. "Okay fine! I'm here babe," she replied, smiling hearing his heartbeat by her ear.

Eren's arms wrapped around her torso tightly, he squeezed her a few times. "Ugh.. I've missed cuddling with you all damn day. You never fail to make cuddles great," he said, kissing the top of her head.

A few minutes went by, no words were spoken between them as they just sat in each other's embrace.

(Y/N) sat up, staring down at her boyfriend under her. "You need some sleep," she said, brushing the few strands of hair out of his face.

He laughed, taking her wrist into his hand. "Nah I don't need sleep baby. I just need you," he replied, running his fingers up her thighs.

(Y/N) smirked as she moved her body further back towards his hips. His abs were now in sight, she decided since she was on top of him, to take advantage of the situation.

Her fingers ghosted over his abs as she began to poke and tickle at his stomach. Eren started laughing, trying to push her hands away.

"Babe! What the fuck!" Eren yelled, while trying to push her hands away. His breath was uneven as he felt her fingers in his sides.

He took her wrists into his hands. "Your face was priceless!" she said, laughing.

Eren smirked as he grabbed her waist. "You're gonna regret that," he said lowly.

She felt a shiver go down her spine as Eren lifted her up, placing her down on the couch as he hovered over her. He took in her beauty, smirking as he leaned down to press a kiss onto her lips.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Eren got in between her legs, grabbing her thighs as he brought them around her waist, a print was starting to show in his shorts.

"Eren.." (Y/N) said quietly, staring up at her boyfriend who was staring down at her. Her eyes widened a bit seeing the print formed in his pants, bubbles of anticipation formed in her stomach.

Eren fixed his bun, leaning down to put both of his hands by her head. "Lay down for me," he said, eyes filled with desire.

She nodded, laying her head down against the couch cushions. Eren nipped softly at the flesh of her neck, his hand running down to meet the hem of her leggings. He slipped his hand underneath to feel her clothed clit, which was already soaked with arousal.

"You're so wet for me already.." he groaned, taking his fingers out of her pants.

He hooked his fingers around her leggings, taking them off along with her panties. The cooler air hit her skin causing shivers to go down her spine.

(Y/N) opened her legs a little wider for him. "Eren please.." she pleaded.

Eren chuckled, leaning up to kiss her again. "Don't worry beautiful I got you, I'd hate to leave my princess needy." he said, smirking.

He moved down in between her legs, savoring the view of how wet her pussy was. The sight alone made his mouth water. He ran his finger down her folds, sending a few shivers throughout her body.

(Y/N) gripped the sheets as she felt his tongue against her pussy. A loud moan came from her mouth as the contact was made, Eren wrapped his arms around her thighs spreading her apart even more so his tongue could explore deeper into her.

"Eren! Yes! Like that.." she moaned, putting her hands into his hair.

She suddenly felt two digits enter into her, the pleasure making her feel dizzy.

"You take everything so well.. you're such a good girl for me," he said, rubbing circles in her inner thigh. "I'm gonna fuck you so good," he added, looking up at her with lust filled eyes.

(Y/N) whined as she felt his fingers disappear from her pussy. "Babe! I was close.." she said, watching as Eren stood up.

He smirked, licking her arousal off his fingers. "I didn't want you to cum yet. You only cum on my cock," he replied, tossing his shorts off leaving him in just his hoodie.

He sat down beside her. "Come sit.." he said, patting his lap.

(Y/N) nodded, standing up and maneuvering herself onto his lap. Eren took his cock and began to rub his tip along her folds, the area was slick with arousal, she felt pleasure coming from her core causing her to moan a bit.

"Eren... don't tease me.." she moaned and put her hands onto his shoulders.

He smirked. "I saw you eyeing my abs earlier... I thought I'd give you a nice view," he said, leaning into her ear. "Beg me." he ordered.

She felt the tip of his cock slowly rubbing along her dripping core. "E-Eren.. please! Please baby... please put it in," she cried, gripping his shoulders.

"Beg me to do what princess?" he asked, nibbling on the shell of her ear.

"Fuck me please.. I want your cock inside of me," she replied her breathing deep and heavy.

Eren positioned his cock at her entrance and eased her down slowly onto his cock. He groaned feeling her tight walls surrounding him, her core was hot and wet. (Y/N) cried out in pleasure feeling his cock thrusting deep inside of her. The position giving access deep into her core.

"Fuckkk.. your pussy is so tight," Eren groaned, putting his hands on her hips. "You like my cock deep in your pussy? Hm baby?" he asked, smirking at her.

She barely could get words out as her head was clouded. "Yes! Yes! I fucking love your cock baby..." she cried, digging her nails into his shoulder.

Her words only encouraged Eren to go faster, he wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her chest towards his. He began to thrust into her quickly, his balls slapping against her pussy filled the room.

"Fuck! Eren.. just like that! Right there!" (Y/N) moaned, rolling her hips a bit to feel his cock.

Eren put his hands onto her waist and bounced her on his cock. "Like that baby.. bounce on my fucking dick. I wanna see your pretty face," he said, putting his hand around her throat giving a small squeeze.

She looked down at Eren who had a slight pink to his cheeks. "Eren.. fuck!" she cried out, feeling his cock thrust into her.

She felt the band in her stomach beginning to loosen as his thrusts continued, Eren felt her walls beginning to slowly tighten around his cock.

"You gonna cum baby? I wanna feel your little pussy cum all over my fucking cock," Eren said, a slight growl coming out of his mouth.

He used his thumb to rub circles in her clit, she leaned down kiss him as she felt her orgasm take over her body. Her legs shook as her pussy creamed around his cock, her walls squeezing his cock.

"Good fucking girl princess," Eren said, a sly smirk on his face as he continued to thrust into her.

His cock twitched inside of her as his own orgasm was approaching.

"Cum inside me please.." she cried, kissing at his neck. "Fill my pussy up baby.." she moaned.

Eren's thrusts grew quicker, suddenly he reached his orgasm. Thick hot ropes shot into her pussy, a loud groan erupted from his throat as he came inside of her pussy.

"Oh fuck (Y/N)!" Eren yelled, throwing his head back as his nails dug into her hips.

The two sat there for a second catching their breaths, a layer of sweat was on Eren's head. He pulled his cock out of her pussy, watching as the mix of his and her cum leaked out of her pussy onto her thighs.

"I love to see that.." Eren said, smirking as he looked up at (Y/N).

She stood up on wobbly legs. "I enjoyed the view," she said, eyeing Eren's abs that had a view scratch marks from her nails.

Eren looked down, rolling his eyes playfully. "Should I zip it up next time?" he asked raising a brow.

"Uh absolutely not! I like the view," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "I think I wanna see more though," she added, smiling at him.

His brow quirked up at her words. "Say.. I need another shower.. you can see more there," he said, standing up and hovering over her.

"Oh? Really? I'd love to see it," (Y/N) said, running her fingers down his abs towards his v-line.

Suddenly, Eren picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder. "You're gonna see a lot more then baby," he said, going towards the bathroom.

[introloves]

i saw you mention destroying virgin hinata,,,,,pls elaborate. i didn’t realize i needed that in my life but omg. head full many thoughts

omg my first drabble for hinata, lets see if i can do this sunshine justice bc brazil hinata lives rent free in my head so we going with big muscle, sun-kissed hinata for this one hehe (ALSO OOPS THIS GOT KINDA LONG SORRY!) also this is for f! reader!

he felt guilty, hinata felt absolutely guilty looking at you like he wanted to devour you.

the way your thighs looked beneath the dress you wore, your soft skin, you looked supple and beautiful.

you were perched on his couch, legs crisscrossed, comfy around your boyfriend.

“sho?”

“y-yeah?” you giggled at the way he seemed to be absolutely out of it.

“you’ve been staring at me for a long time, you okay?” the tips of his ears flushed red, he looked away swiftly, unable to meet your gaze.

“yeah! its just...” he exhaled, steeling himself, “you look good.”

hinata pinned you with a stare you’ve only seen him sport during volleyball.

oh.

this time you ran hot with his gaze, your hand came up to block him from view while you basically simmered into the couch.

he was on you in no time, prying your hands away, he thought that he had made you feel bad. you quickly dismissed his claims. explaining to him just how intense he could look.

by this point he was well aware of the feelings simmering in his stomach, no one had ever made him feel like you did. you made him feel like a man, so far his life practically evolved around volleyball, he just recently squeezed you in. you had been quickly taking a larger part of his heart, and as he hovered over you, wrists still in his hand, he realized that he was aroused.

he felt gross at the thought, you weren’t doing anything particularly sexual, just the way your skin looked presented so pretty for him made his baser instincts flare.

your eyes formed half moons as you smiled brightly up at him, still in a playing mood you shook free of his grasp, wrestling your much stronger boyfriend down beneath you.

your dress had hitched itself even higher as you perched on his lap not caring about flashing your undies at him, hinata always made you feel safe and you weren’t a very modest person anyways.

he squeaked as you settled right on top his dick, which was growing with need, throbbing at the heat currently situated right atop it.

“s-stop you shouldn’t-“ he squeaked out, your eyebrows furrowed at the sudden change in attitude he had.

“shouldn’t what?” you asked, leaning forward to try and lock your gaze with his. he jumped, hands coming to clamp down on your waist.

ohh.

your eyes widened at the realization, he was hard against you.

he made a move to tug you off him, but you placed a hand on his forearms.

“l-let me... help you.”

he was your boyfriend after all, this was something boyfriend and girlfriends did.

those words like a punch to the gut, he was sure he was going to cum embarrassingly fast with how just your words affected him.

he nodded, releasing a breath he didnt know he was holding as you smiled... and began rocking your hips against him.

there was no soft build up, he quickly blinked in awe at the feeling of your cunt dragging over his dick.

his hands kept a bruising grip on your waist, biceps bulging with the restraint of ‘dont cum, dont cum, dont cum’ playing over and over in his head.

your own pants lingered in the air as his dick provided the hardness you needed to get off, there was little barrier between your undies (which were soaking... much to hinatas pleasure) and him.

hinata had never felt like this, the fantasy of a woman’s heat so close to him paled in comparison to you rocking against him. his toes curled, his own hips rocking up to meet you.

he couldnt keep up, this was too much too soon for him. he didnt wanna cum in his pants like a teenaged boy. he was ashamed at how little expirience he had, but he still wanted to make you feel good.

you sped up suddenly, wanting to see how he’d react to your teasing, but it felt like his world was tilting on its axis.

he stopped you, mustering all the strength he could to keep you still above him.

“s-stop! stop... please stop.” he cried.

“you dont wanna?” you huffed, struggling to keep your undulating hips still. hinata groaned out a painful noise, he ran a hand through his vibrant hair in frustration, and embarrassment. how was he going to tell his absolute sexy girlfriend he was twenty something and still a virgin.

with a deep breath he managed to stutter out a coherent sentence.

“i’m a virgin.” the words hung heavy around him, he sat there once again unable to meet your gaze.

you shuddered at the confession, it was like a switch had flipped. you once again moved against him and hinata all but choked at the feeling of your cunt work yourself over him.

“i’m going to ruin you.” you rasped out, hands coming up to cup his face as you held him against you while your mouth clashed against his.

“fuuuck.” he groaned at your words, his head thrown back agaist the couch to breathe, disconnected from your kiss for just a second.

you were going to ruin him? those words played over and over, he pondered the thought before he realized he wanted you to ruin him.

he nodded, unable to speak, his tongue heavy in his mouth.

you made quick work of his pants, moving his boxers down his thighs.

your eyes roamed up his dick, it was so pretty. it was pale and much bigger than what you had thought, you knew it was going to give you a good burn once you sunk down onto it.

it was your turn to let out a fucked out noise and hinata ate it up, swallowing hard at the way you regarded him.

“all good?” he questioned, nervous at having someone else look at him like this.

“oh shoyo, its better than good. you have such a nice cock.”

and with that you move your panties to the side, once again hinata tenses at the look of your dripping pussy. he moans unabashedly at the sight, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as you begin sheating yourself onto him.

hes never felt anything so tight, his eyes wide as he stares up at you in awe.

you thought you’d hold up better than you were currently, maybe it was because it was shoyo filling you up, or because of the position you were in made him reach inside you extra deep, whatever it was you panted like a dog in heat.

“sthat okay?” you slurred and he could do nothing more than nod, eyes tightly closed. his hips jerked beneath you, twitching.

you bit your lip at the jolts, knowing he wasnt going to last long.

“i’m already close. i’m sorry, im so sorry.” he whines, and you quickly shut him up.

“shh.” you coo, starting a slow pace up and down his cock.

“youre doing so good, youre doing so good for me.” you whine, choking on the way he felt against you... fuck maybe you were going to cum.

however that thought is short lived as you impale yourself onto him, over and over.

“fuck! i’m cumming! i’m cumming!” he babbles, taking a hold of you and pushing you down on him, you let him, you let him use you for the time being while he cums hotly inside you.

hinata jerks with the force of his release, cumming harder than he ever as.

you do nothing but coo above him,

“there you go, cum for me.”

he’s dizzy with your words and the way you clench around him to prolong his release.

hes well spent by the time he finally stops painting your pussy white with his cum.

there’s a minute of reprieve, just breathing against you until he gasps as he realizes just exactly what happened.

he grabs you unexpectedly. pushing his nose right between your boobs, laughing.

“youre my first!” he laughs, the type of laugh that comes deep within his stomach.

“and you just made me cum so hard.” he holds you tight, hands roaming your back, squeezing your ass slightly.

you laugh with him, heart so very light because with hinata everything is so easy.

“you know i’m going to pay you back for that right?” you make no noise, still processing what he means by that statement- until he makes a show of pistoning his softening cock in and out of you, making an absolute mess, his cum and your slickness dripping down his balls, slickening your thighs, making you squelch against it all.

you pant, worried about your pussy as you remember his insane stamina.

“w-what a second shoyo! you need to wait, aren’t you still sensitive?” you question, and he pins you with another intense gaze.

“whats that gotta do with anything?” he deadpans.

he had the gaze of a predator now, as you looked up at you between your tits.

[imtheasssniffer]

Rank Romance?

As the first member of your family to go to college. There was a lot of pressure on you. You had known work your entire life, and now was no exception. Your parents hustled, and sent you spare change every month, but that didn’t stop you from having two jobs.

After your first semester of disappointing grades. You realized that the only way to save your gpa was to get a roommate, and relieve yourself of some of the financial burden you were struggling with. That’s where Riley came in. After he moved into the apartment you now shared. You were able to quit one of your jobs and focus more of your time on studies. Riley was, well beautiful. He played on the schools football team, which gave a nice strong build, and an admirable ass.

The first time you met Riley. Was a little awkward, as a timid gay man you usually didn’t talk to the jocks around campus, because it felt a little dangerous. Conversing with Riley was strenuous. You were so unsure of what to say, or feel. But Riley was sweet, for the most part at least. The first day you two hung around the apartment together he said,

“Up high!” Before stretching his arm as vertically as he could, and shoving your face in his pit. At the time you didn’t know how to react, other than to hide the way your dick sprung from the ripe smell of his armpit. He laughed it off, but you thought about it for the next couple of nights. Little did you know this was the sort of behavior you’d grow used to. After weeks of living together you were able to successfully evade any unwanted erections from coming to Riley’s attention. He kept up with his shenanigans. Not flushing the toilet, tea-bagging you, rubbing his musty body on you and even sitting on you once when you were laying on the couch. Not to mention the countless amounts of times he had burped, or farted in your direction, or directly onto your body. It wasn’t all cruel tricks though. To your surprise you two got along well. You and Riley had study sessions together whenever there were tests coming up, and you were both off of work.

Today you two scheduled to study together. You decided to read ahead while waiting for him to get back home from work. You heard the door click open, and Riley walked in. He looked tired, and sweaty. The glistening on his forehead made you bite your lip. You tried not to lust over him, but to live with someone so attractive, and not crave their body was more difficult than not. The way he walked, the way his body stunk up the entire apartment after football practice, the way he was so arrogant yet charming. He was a good friend too, and very understanding. Other than the overall stinky nature of his body, and habits he was a perfect roommate.

As Riley walked it you waved at him, and he smiled back at you.

“These damn exams are killing me man,” he complained as he walked over to his closet You each had a closet. Barely big enough to stand in, but you made do, and put curtains in front of the doors. To provide some privacy in order for you to get dressed.

“Good thing you have such a great study partner,” you joked back sarcastically. Riley laughed a little, and then dissappeared behind the curtain, and after a few moments returned completely naked. You were distracted by your book, but you looked up to the sound of him clearing his throat aggressively. Everything was perfect. A pair of somewhat saggy and full balls hung behind a flaccid yet impressive uncut cock, and a stomach that wasn’t a perfect six pack, but didn’t need to be, because the fat that clung to his bones sat in all the right places. His chest was perky, and muscular further extenuating his big arms and shoulders. Seeing him naked wanted to make you melt into him. You nearly drooled at first sight, but quickly tried to stop before things got weird between the two of you,

“Ew man put some clothes on. I don’t like the way your dick is eyeing me.” You both chuckled, and then Riley responded with,

“What, you don’t like what you see?” He had turned around now. He was playing with his ass. Massaging his cheeks, and allowing his fat to jiggle. You were transfixed, until an all too familiar sound startled you,

PPpPppPFfFfTtTtTt

“Ahh, man I’ve been holding that in all day,” he moaned. Clearly relieved to decompress. In the comfort of his home.

“Great. Can we get to work?” You replied a little annoyed. As much as you wished that fart were ballooning your cheeks, and sliding down your throat. You were genuinely concerned about this test that was coming up. Riley just looked at you and sighed. He moved towards his closet, and just before going in he stopped and pulled his cheeks apart. You stared at his hole. Watching as if almost in slow motion. His hole pulsed, and then slowly,

BBbBBrRRFfTt

The scent was faint, from the distance, but you could tell it was rank. He then stepped into the closet, and got dressed in a pair of briefs, and a pair of tight, short, shorts. When he walked out you eyed him without hesitation. He was looking for his books, and not paying attention to you. After finally finding his study materials, he sat across from you on the other side of your coffee table. You two sat on the floor. It was comfy enough, and provided enough room to spread out all of your materials. Once he settled on the ground you watched as he leaned to one side and,

bbBRrRuUMmpPtt

The fart echoed off the floor. Lasting 5 seconds it was loud, and rancid. It smelt very meaty, and had you been anyone else it probably could’ve cleared you out of the room.

“Sheesh. You’re going to disturb the downstairs neighbors,” you complained jokingly. Riley just laughed and said,

“Bonus points of they’re eating.”

“Ew,” you groaned in response, and tried to get back to the task at hand when again,

ppRrRFfFtTTaAaaRrTtT

You looked at Riley fake annoyed.

“What I’m sorry man. I’m really gassy today, and I couldn’t fart at work,” he apologized.

“Whatever,” you quickly grumbled, before continuing with your lesson.

“So when writ-“

PPpHHhlLaArRTttSss

“Is cutting off our limited study time getting you off,” you said getting genuinely annoyed now.

“No, but I could find myself getting off on cutting off your air,” Riley joked menacingly.

“What?” You asked genuinely confused. Riley then stated,

“I mean my ass your face. My farts your air.”

“Don’t even-“ you tried to get up, but before you could even get on your feet. Riley pounced on you. Wrestling you roughly into submission, until he finally got you in position. He was on his knees. Straddling your face with his thighs, and his crotch reaching just over your bottom lip.

“Ok. Riley get off. We get it. You are more physically athle-“

BbbRrRaaPpPTt

He ripped a gnarly 4 second fart that rumbled on your chest and burned your nostrils.

“Riley p-“

ppPFfFRrRtT

“Stop,” you screamed as you slapped his thighs. You could feel his dick growing over your face in his shorts. The smell had gotten so rancid that you started to cough. Choking on the putrid stench of Riley’s rotten bowels that stunk of spoiled meat, and curdled cheese. No doubt the scent of a college jocks ass.

Your dick was painfully erect. Maybe it was from the lightheadedness, or maybe it was from the complete arousal you felt being pinned between his legs stuck to endure his awful farts. All you knew was that there was no way of hiding the boner that resided behind his fat ass.

PhHHRRrfftTt

“Ahh, sniff it. I love to hear you gag.” Riley began to rub his ass and crotch back and forth. Engraining his stink on your face.

“Fuckk,” he moaned as he placed his hole over your nose.

ppPFfRrtT

His airy little toot warmed up your face quite a bit. You began to gag at the intense stench that lingered over your nose. After retching a few times Riley finally stood up. He stood over you with his feet on either side of your shoulders.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. That was too far,” Riley apologized. You could clearly see he meant it, but it was sudden, and kind of unexpected. Riley always did stuff like this. Maybe not this intense, but it wasn’t the first time you had choked on one of his farts. You weren’t even mad. You were just trying to find a way to hide your boner.

“Listen. I’ve gotta be honest. I have a huge crush on you, and the only way I knew how to keep it casual between us was to gross you out, but I can’t do it anymore.” You looked up at him shocked. He had a crush on you? You laughed thinking it was a joke, but when he flashed a look of confusion, you realized that he was being serious. Riley smiled anxiously, and started to nervously laugh. Clearly trying to lighten the mood, as he was unsure of what you were feeling, but you felt the same. Beyond physical attraction Riley was respectful, helpful, smarter than you’d imagine, and yes he was sloppy at times, but it was endearing. Unsure of what to do you didn’t speak, but instead you sat up and rubbed his dick, cradling it in your right hand. It was clearly trying to grow erect, but thwarted by the fabric of his briefs and shorts. He looked down at you with a twinkle in his eyes, and that’s when you knew for a fact that it wasn’t some practical joke. He wanted you, and you so desperately craved him. With a swift movement of your left hand you grabbed at his waistband, and began to slowly pull it down. He stuck his thumbs in the back of his shorts, and helped you to pull them over his voluptuous ass. You let go of his dick, and placed your right hand on the waistband. Reaching further back. You gently rubbed his thigh all the way down to his ankle as you pulled his clothes off of him. Feeling the hair on his legs glide against your hands, and watching as his erect penis shot out of his clothes. Once all the way down, he moved to get his shorts and underwear from around his feet, and placed them on the couch behind you. You simply gawked as his manhood swung, almost hypnotically in front of your eyes. He looked down at you. Riley looked so focused. His gaze could cut a diamond. As he stood straight back up. You stared back into his eyes, and all of their intensity. While staring into his eyes. You maneuvered yourself onto your knees, and knelt over to his feet. Lightly sniffing, and then kissing them. You then traced his body with your hands as you made your way up to his dick. Fully erect, you wanted nothing more than to please him, so you did. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, and began to lick. You heard loud moans come from above you, and you could feel his knees getting weak.

“You know I don’t mind the stink,” you said taking his dick out of your mouth.

“It was kind of hot. I always hid my boner, cause I thought you were straight,” you continued.

“Are you saying my dick stinks?” Riley joked, as he slowly made his way down to his knees.

“Yeah you need to showe-“ Riley didn’t let you finish. He pulled you into a deep kiss. It was slobbery, and wet. You didn’t mind. There was something so attractive about his ability to be as carefree and disgusting, yet make it cute.

Riley pulled away, and looked down at your body. He started to take off your shirt. He was gentle, and sensual. He took his time, and kissed your chest as he pulled the shirt over your face. making his way down your body. He pushed you onto the floor, where you were now laying on your back. With him on top of you. He smiled at you as he made his way down your torso stroking his dick as he inched backwards towards your cunt. With the same carefulness, but more rapid. Riley took off your sweatpants, and underwear.

“You know I never could stand those sweatpants,” he said lightly, smirking at you. He began to stroke his cock again, and he used his now free hand to rub your hole. Spitting on it, and sticking his fingers inside of you. You yelped as he shoved his second, third and then fourth finger in your hole stretching you out.

“Does it hurt,” he mumbled softly. You nodded your head yes, which prompted him to then ask,

“Do you want me to stop?” You shook your head no in response. Of course you didn’t want him to stop. The feeling of his fingers filling your hole, and rubbing your ass was heavenly.

“Can I put my dick inside of you?”

You nodded your head yes, and watched as he slowly moved his member down to your hole. He rubbed it against the outside of your anus. Grinding it up and down. Until he finally slid it in. You both let out a moan, as his dick passed the barrier of your asshole and entered the threshold of your insides. He began to thrust into you. Slowly at first, but he gradually got faster and rougher. You moaned in ecstasy as his pelvis clapped against the bottom of your thighs. Riley laughed as he looked into your eyes. His face was full of happiness. He smiled as he inhaled. Breathing heavy, he held squeezed legs and squinted. Contorting his face in a manner that made you think he was ready to cum, but instead,

bbBlLlSsSPPsStTtssrRrPptT

You came as the fart rang out. The pure stink that Riley had trapped you in as he fucked you was beautiful. It was a loud 10 second fart, and it pushed its way out of his clenched ass. Riley laughed hysterically, which was replaced momentarily by ooh’s and moans.

“Fuckk.” You felt his body tense as he came inside of you.

“Fuuuckkk.” You felt him pull out, his cum followed, and oozed out of your anus. Riley took large breaths, nearly gasping for air.

“They don’t teach you breath control?” You teased. He just replied with a smile, and laid down on top of you.

You could feel his warm sweat melt into your skin, as the two of you embraced on the floor with him on top of you. He was kind of heavy, but you didn’t mind. You found his weight comforting. Not to mention the fact that you were trapped in his musk. His body smelled so manly, and ripe. It wasn’t the last time you two came that night, and it wasn’t the last study date to go rogue

[ff-imagines]

Can i request some nsfw headcanons for mantis shrimp? I read through your blog and let me just say: I'm a big fan. Btw if you dont wanna do them thats fine as well

Salt and pepper shrimp: nsfw alphabet

I did the whole alphabet bc? Why not! Side note I rly wanna write a fic going off my thoughts ab his experience level >:)

A - aftercare

Look, getting him to release you from his hold to go to the bathroom on a regular night is a battle enough. After sex? Phew I wish you luck. Might wanna just put some water on your night stand beforehand. You would be able to convince him to take a bath with you pretty easily though, he likes how the warm water feels very much. Make sure to cuddle him in the bath still, he's in a very vulnerable state right now and he really needs some good old tlc.

B- body parts

he’s got a weird fixation with your hands. He likes to compare hand sizes, whether your hands are bigger or smaller isn’t what he likes, he just likes to admire them. He loves sucking/biting your fingers while he’s got you in his lap. Lacing your fingers with his with one hand while bringing the other to his cheek, nuzzling into your hand while he bounces you on his cock.

On himself, there is tragically little that he genuinely likes. He views himself as a weapon, getting him to unlearn that will not be an easy process, trust me, Boston has tried. Complimenting his eyes does seem to make him a little more flustered than other praises, and he has a hard time staring you in the eye during sex…. maybe we can start there.

C - cum

His cum is pretty thin but there’s a shit ton of it. Enough that if he cums inside you swear you can feel the warmth as his cock pours rope and rope of his seed into you.

He doesn’t actually care where he cums, just ask him and he’ll comply.

inside you? sounds good.

On your back? Say less.

On the floor? You’re cleaning it, but sure.

He did discover he’s got an affinity for watching his cum on your tongue. I don’t know how you’d be able to swallow it all, but any attempt you make will be met with shrimp getting hard all over again.

D - dirty secret

He secretly thinks it’d be really hot for you to dom him. It’s gonna take a very long time before he’s comfortable letting you have that Linda control over him, just the thought of being tied up, hands behind his back while you praise him for being such a good boy, its a fantasy he’s visited on many sleepless nights.

E - experience

Nope. Nada. To be frank, I think he’s the definition of Demisexual, and he has yet to meet anyone besides Boston and the anti-human gang who he genuinely wants to get to know better. He definitely hasn’t met anyone who wants to get to know better for romantic reasons.

He doesn’t know enough about human customs to know that it can be embarrassing for someone to be inexperienced, but he does feel very very nervous the first few times. He’ll need a lot of reassurance, give him praise and he’s putty in your hands.

F - favorite position

I'm gonna be boring and say missionary. It’s simple, easy, and since he’s brand new to all of this it’s the least mentally overstimulating. He very much likes that he can see your face.

If he’s feeling extra spicy he might grab onto the inside of your knees and push you into the mating press, though he really only does this if he’s upset or jealous.

If you ask nicely he might let you sit in his lap, as a treat. Bouncing on his cock as he litters your chest with bite marks, what a treat it is <3

G - goofy

…. yea for sure definitely. He’s a real jokester.

On a serious note, he himself is not a goofy person whatsoever, but he would actually like it if you were. Outright making fun of him or harsh teasing is an immediate turn off, but light jokes to ease his nerves is for sure welcomed since he’s very tense the first few times.

Give him time and you might even catch him cracking a small joke himself, all the while giving you a weak, nervous smile.

H- hair

He doesn’t trim or shave anything lmao. He’s busy, and also doesn’t care literally at all. He’s got a thin happy trail that can be easy to miss since he's blonde.

He’s got the same energy with your body hair, he doesn’t care. If you do shave he might ask why, just out of curiosity. If your reason is insecurity, he’ll probably suggest you let it grow, he doesn’t care and he’s the only one who’ll ever see it lmao

I- intimacy

It’s an awkward “i hope to fuck I’m doing this right” kind of intimacy. He fumbles and messes up a lot, he might even accidentally miss when thrusting and end up just kinda rubbing himself on you but he’s really trying. Just from the fact he’s willing to try this at all with you is a big sign that he’s really trying his best to be as intimate as he can with you.

J- jerk off

Before meeting you, not a lot actually. He mostly just did it if he ever woke up from a wet dream and knew that if he didn’t take care of it now he’d never be able to get back to sleep.

After your first time together, his first time, he thinks back the immeasurable pleasure a lot, finding himself in need of relief a lot more than he ever did before. You are the catalyst to his drive, and you are also the only thing he can think about that can help him cum. It’s kinda sweet in a perverted way.

K- Kinks

He will bite you. It’s just so easy to bruise you and it makes your relationship status to others so obvious, he can’t just… not bite you.

Marking, going along with the biting kink. This goes both ways, he’d love for you to scratch at his back enough to leave red marks, to bite as his collarbone, grip his hips tight enough to bruise. He likes looking at the marks later, they remind him that he did good, he made you feel good, that’s all he really wants.

He doesn’t exactly have a breeding kink as much as this goes along with the marking aspect. Suggest to him that he cum deep inside you to mark your insides… he might give you 2-3 loads just to make sure you're nice and full, completely claimed.

He also kinda likes to make you cry. Overstimulating you to the point of tears gives him a sense of pride he hasn’t really felt before.

He really likes temperature play as well, dragging ice cubes and hot wax across your skin and watching you flinch and squirm just does something to him.

And of course, light bondage. He probably found out it was a thing after reading some kinda erotic fiction and immediately went to you like “why did you not tell me about this?????” He adores how to look all tied up and stuck, right in the palm of his hands. It makes him feel emotional as well, that you’re willing to give him such a powerful amount of control over you.

Last but not least, please praise him. During sex as well as day to day. Let him know he’s so pretty, he’s doing so good, he’s cock feels so so good, he might cum on the spot.

L- location

The first time he’d really need it to be in a secluded, safe area. He’s gotta feel comfy if he’s gonna get into the mood.

Every other time? Babes you’ve awakened a beast, he’ll get random spikes of “if I don’t at least try to fuck them I will scream”. You could be in the middle of a forest running from an axe wielding murderer and this horny bastard would still find a way to pull you aside and rail you against a tree.

There most likely isn’t a spot in your home that he hasn’t fucked you against.

Peaceful moment of washing dishes? Think again, he’s plopping you on the kitchen counter and diving to mouth at your neck.

Writing some papers? Just sit on his lap, you’ll feel much less stressed with his cock buried to the hilt, won’t you?

Doing laundry? Might have to rewash them cause now he’s using the clothes as a bed to fuck you on. He’ll apologize and help you fold them after they’re rewashed bc he feels bad lmao

M- motivation

Like I said, he’s set off by the smallest things. A little stretch, wiping some water off on your pants, humming a song, all of it can randomly make him feel the need to fuck you.

The most intense and quickest way to rile him up is either playing with his hair, or massaging his back. It starts out innocent but he just can’t take the thought of your pretty hands working so lovingly and not at least trying to reciprocate and make you feel good too.

N- no

No sharing. He doesn’t want someone else to see you, and he doesn’t want someone else to see him. It’s just not something he likes.

He also hates humiliation. He… would tolerate it if you asked for it, even if he doesn’t get why you’d want him to outright insult you. But for himself? Fuck no, he hates it so fuckin much. He’s a sensitive insecure puppy that wants your attention very badly, pls don’t hurt him like that :(

O- oral

Oh please give him oral. He’s begging. Well, he’d never outright beg but the way his eyes fixate on your mouth a lot is his way of silently pleading for you to wrap your lips around his cock. His soul ascends a little every time he sees his cum dribbling down your face, he might be even willing to make out with his cum still on your tongue.

As for giving, he’s got no clue what the hell he’s doing but he’s nervously eager to try. Guide him as best you can, he’s good at measuring your reactions so he can handle the rest. Tug on his hair a little bit if you wanna drive him crazy.

He’ll get a lot better with time, his eagerness to please however, does not leave him in the slightest.

P- pace

The first time? Slow and unsure, then he realizes “oh fuck this feels stupid good” and his pace becomes almost punishing. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, he’s unknowingly going deeper and harder than you've ever been dicked down in your life. If you want him to, somehow, go harder? Grab his hand and place it over your stomach to make him feel his cock enter you through your skin, his hand slides down to grip your hips and slams into you, wiggling his hips without withdrawing to gain some of his sanity back before he’s back to a punishing pace.

Q- quickies

Oh hell yea. He lives for them. Sudden moments of horniness come to him all the time and since this spike in desire is brand new, he hasn’t really… learned to live with it yet. He pulls you aside into closets and alleyways all the time, he can’t help that you feel so warm and snug :(

R- risk

He doesn’t exactly enjoy the thought of a voyeur, he really doesn’t want to share you with anyone. But… there is a deeper part of him that finds a sense of pride if someone were to hear you getting absolutely pounded by him, desperately crying out and whining for him to go deeper, even better if they were someone who pined for you….

S- stamina

Well, to be frank he cums pretty quickly. It’s all so brand new to him, he really can’t help it. Lucky for you, his refractory time is crazy low. He can cum once, watch you do some mindless motion you always do and he’s right back to being hard again in minutes.

T- toys

Not against it, but is again, brand new to all this shit. He’s very interested in using your own toys against you though. Would definetly use a vibrater to edge and overstim you. He’d be interested in a cock ring, only if you were willing to endure a vibrator while he fucks you, he doesn’t wanna be the only one struggling lmao

U- unfair

He can be, yea. He kinda likes edging you, but not as much as he likes overstimulating you.

He loves to hear how you beg under him when he’s pulling you so close to the edge, keeping you just far enough to drive you insane.

Overstimming though? The way you twitch and beg, how your chest heaves and your mouth hangs open into a silent scream, eyes shut tight and watering, now that’s the good shit.

V- volume

Doesn’t talk much, but for sure gives out a lot of groans. This is something he’s never felt before in his life, the first few times you're going to get a lot of whines and surprised yelps, check up on him and make sure he’s still doing alright, he’s just very nervous.

As he gets more comfortable, he gives you quiet praises and promises to make you feel good. He also groans quite a lot, but since his voice is deeper it can be hard to catch.

W- wild card

He really wants to try using his prosthetic arm for temperature play, he’s just not at all confident in himself enough to bring it up. He likes the thought of you jumping and squirming under his touch, for now he can just stick to wax play.

X- X Ray

Mans is actually pretty fuckin big. He’s got no idea how big he is though. If you were surprised and a little nervous about his size he’d be pretty confused, is there something wrong? Did you change your mind? The concept of him being well above average is something you’ll have to explain later. It boosts his ego quite bit, even if he’d never admit it.

Whine about him being too big and you can just see the pride swelling in his chest, giving you no mercy with his thrusts.

Y- yearning

Often. Very very often. He’d fuck you multiple times every day if he had the time. However, you’re both busy, and you’d probably get a UTI with how many times this man wants to dick you down lmao. He’s got his cock buried in you at least 4-5 times a week.

Z- zzz

Actually pretty quickly. Even if he prefers being in control during sex, he kinda likes being the little spoon as he drifts to sleep. Give him some soft praises about how well he did and he’s turning into jello in your hold.

[yarichin-imagines]

Can I request an Itome x f!reader? I know that Yaribu is a yaoi but I can't help it lmao. Both NSFW and SFW if possible. And I know that Itome and Akemi are dating and I love both of them I just rarely see Itome x Reader.. You don't have to do this btw I just wanted to give it a shot. *runs and hides in a corner*

ok so...I had so much written down for this, and it disappeared...but I’m willing to try again, since I love Itome so much! He's my second favorite under Shikatani! I'm just gonna write this in an AU where Itome and Akemi are not together, since it's easier. I hope this will suffice! I'm really sorry if this wasn't good. I really hope I touched up on everything I had before losing my progress, I want this to be a good story! (note to self...write answers somewhere else before posting...)

--Admin Bii

One might assume that it would be difficult to be in a relationship with Kotaro Itome. I mean, they always say communication is the most important key to a relationship. Being with a guy that said less words in a day that you could count on your fingers might be a challenge to some. Somehow, though, you two managed to make it work. You always made it work. Not everything had to be said verbally between you two, and you both knew it. To some, Itome was rather intimidating. He towered over many people and seemed cold. To you, however, he was anything but. He was like an excitable puppy at times. You could tell when his eyes lit up on seeing you, when he would wait for you every day, and through all the little things he did to make sure you knew he loved you. This day was like all the others. You two had agreed to come back to his dorm after school to "study". In reality, you both knew this was a lie and you were just going to snuggle the day away and said you did something productive. Itome was excited, and you could tell. He looked so antsy waiting for you in the commons of MoriGaku. Once he saw you, he speedwalked over to greet you in his little Itome way, with the softest and warmest smile he had in him. It was so cute, you couldn't help but reciprocate it. He took your hand and laced your fingers together before starting the walk home with you. His hands were always so soft. You couldn't count the number of times Itome's lavender lotion scent intoxicated you and lulled you to sleep as his soft hands combed through your hair. You loved it. It seemed that Itome always had some sort of new facemask to keep his skin clean, a new bottle of hand lotion, or a special conditioner that kept his hair soft enough for you to just want to shove your face in it. Snapping out of that train of thought, the two of you arrived at Itome's dorm. It was incredibly neat, the second neatest in the club (since of course, no one was allowed to have a cleaner dorm than Shikatani...), with everything all organized and in its proper place. It smelled of vanilla, which you loved. He turned on a soft lamp on his nightstand, the gentle glow of pink fusing into the walls, making the dull white paint look like a sunset. He gestured with his head to his bed, signalling for you to get comfy. You took the invitation, getting under the covers and watching him walk into the mini kitchen and come back with a small box. He got in next to you and opened it. Inside the box were two cupcakes from Itome's favorite bakery. One was made just the way he liked his, and one was made with your favorite flavor and iced in your favorite color. You thanked him in Itome's language, a lengthy kiss on the cheek. His face dusted pink as he handed you your cupcake and picked up his own. Small sighs of joy came from both of you as you ate the delicious sweet. When both of you were done, Itome put the box on his nightstand and pulled you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest, taking a deep and happy breath. This might have seemed weird to other couples, just cuddling in dead silence without teasing each other or talking about anything. But to you two, it was perfect. It was familiar, it was wonderful. Eventually, however, you noticed something. Something poking your thigh. Something hard poking your thigh. Something hard and penis-shaped poking your thigh. You looked up at Itome and saw a beautiful sight. His face was that deep red, eyes glossed over in a mix of embarrassment and pure lustful need, and his hand covering his mouth to stop any sounds from leaking out. "Itome-kun~?" You whispered right into his ear, knowing how sensitive his ears were. That concept was proven when a thin whine escaped his throat. You chuckled softly, the puff of air against his ear making a tiny "Ahn--" escape from him. "You got so excited just from cuddling with me, huh? What am I gonna do with you~" You hum, tracing a hand down his chest, thin yet soft stomach, and eventually between his thighs. He immediately gasped shakily and tried to thrust into your hand. You smirked. "Uh uh, baby, you gotta be patient." You chided. In an effort to stop himself from rutting against you, he gripped your shoulders tighty and buried himself in the crook of your neck, paritally to hide his embarrassed face, and partially to give you better access. You took the new area of skin exposed, sucking, kissing, licking, and biting along his earlobe down to his neck. His tiny sobs of need were muffled in your shirt. "You gonna be a good boy for me, Itome?" You whisper, giving him a soft kiss afterwards. He nodded rapidly, crying in need. He needed your warmth. He needed you. "Mmkay, then I need you to strip for me." You gently guided him. He squirmed out of his clothes surprisingly quickly. You giggled at how badly he wanted you. "Now, I want you to take my clothes off." you hummed. Itome nodded, slowly reaching up to unbutton your own shirt. He shivered in pleasure as he saw inch by inch of your skin getting revealed to him, up to your bra. He gave a tiny kiss to your stomach, then unbuttoned the final button as he moved the shirt off of your shoulders. He moved to your skirt next, unzipping it and slowly sliding it down. The moment your panties were revealed, a bit of precum dripped onto your leg. You smirked. "So needy, baby~" You teased, making him shudder. Next, his hands moved behind you to unclasp your bra and free your breasts. He let out an audible whine at seeing them. He wanted to kiss them, suck them, bury his face in them, but he wasn't given permission. He had to finish what he had been asked to do. All that was left was your panties. He slid them down and watched as you spread your legs, revealing your womanhood to him. He swallowed thickly and let out another whine. You reached up and pet his hair. "Good boy...as a reward, we can do it however you want." His eyes lit up at that, and he scrambled over you and onto his back. You giggled. "Want me to ride you, baby?" He nodded rapidly, and that was all you needed. "Do whatever you want baby, I'm yours..." You leave him with, giving him permission. He took that and immediately went to kiss your breasts. His groans and heavy breaths were muffled in your skin, making you groan in response when he started sucking on one of your nipples. He used one hand to support your back, and the other slowly trailed its way down to your womanhood. He traced a finger along it, shivering as he felt the hot wetness cover his finger. He stroked back and forth over your clit a few times before slipping the first finger in to prep you. His other hand made sure you were balanced and then went to dedicate itself to playing with your clit. He went slow prepping you, pushing the other finger in and waiting for you to signal that you were ready to keep going. You took your time to adjust and nodded against him, making him add the third and final finger. He slowly started moving his fingers in and out a few times to get you ready before he pulled them out, making you pout at the sudden feeling of not being full anymore. This feeling, however, didn't last long, given how after he had taken the time to put on a condom, Itome began sliding his dick inside of you. This was the moment he lost all of his composure or will to stay quiet. Having his cock squeezed in such a wet, hot place that was purely you and only you, it was almost too much for him to handle. He kept moving it in until the base hit your hips. You used your hand to push him back down on the bed, letting him fall back onto the pillow. Once you were ready, you started bouncing slowly. He let out a loud moan and gripped the sheets. This spurred you on to go faster, the sound of skin smacking on skin getting more prevalent in the room. He eventually started moving his hips up to meet you, throwing his head back in a loud moan. You couldn't help but smirk, resting your hands on Itome's stomach. His hands shot up to grab your hips and keep you still as he started smashing himself into you with no real pace. It felt too good to focus on a pace. Itome reached for your hand and gripped it tight. He was close. "Me too, baby...me too..." you moan, going as fast as you possibly could. The rubber band holding Itome together snapped, and he came hard. The condom filled up with his seed, making you finish as well, getting his cock even wetter. He didn't want to pull out just yet. He waited for his high to pass before pulling you in for a deep kiss. You kissed for a while before he finally pulled out and disposed of the condom. The both of you flopped back on the bed panting heavily as he pulled you back into his chest. "Love you..." he whispered. You smiled. "I love you too"

(gahhhh I hope this is ok!)

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

You remember that soft heat rut ask you got a while ago? I’td be SO great to see you write something like that with the construction boys, love me sum good soft smut

Oooh good point there anon, good point. Let's see what I can whip up 👍

Scrapper and Mix had been together for a long, long time. In that amount of time, Scrapper had come to notice how stuff changed. Sari got older, Arcee and Ratchet tied the knot, Bumblebee became a member of the elite guard, etc. One thing that didn't change? His Mixie.

"Aaand...done!"

Scrapper had just finished setting everything up. Their bed was nice and cozy, full of Mix's favorite pillows and blankets. Freshly washed and still warm from the dryer. Pair that with new, fresh towels, and even a basket full of his favorite snacks. Mix and Scrapper grew as bots, but heat cycles were something that never changed. Mix's was bound to hit at sometime today (Scrapper always marked it on the calender), so Scrapper was ready. He took today off from work, and had only JUST started to finish cleaning.

"I think I still have time."

Scrapper hopped into their showers, helping himself to a cleaning. He wasn’t sure if he had time for a nice hot wax like he wanted, but at least he got that soap Mix loved so much. He always liked cinnamon apple. He finished quickly, and was in the middle of drying himself off, when the doorbell rang. Scrapper put the towel on his head, and dashed for the door.

"Mixie! You're home! You were runnin' late, thought I had more time!"

Mix chuckled, lifting up the bag in his hand for Scrapper to see.

"I needed a drive to clear my head, then I decided to pick up somethin' for tonight."

Scrapper peeked into the bag, damn near giddy. Mix got not only oil, but the GOOD oil, stuff that wasn't at all cheap.

"Aw! Well don't you make me feel all special. Come here."

He held onto his cheeks, and smooched his lips. Mix's body couldn't help itself. He was already getting the heat symptoms; a bit more frisky than usual, a bit foggy in the head. It was why Scrapper didn't give him too hard of a time as he grabbed his aft, despite the fact that it made him jump.

"Scrappy-"

"Ah ah ah. You know the rules. Shower. I JUST cleaned, and ya still got cement on your servos."

"Thought you liked that."

"Not enough to wash everything, especially before we get started. Shower time, Mixie cakes."

He swiped the bag from his hand, winking at him ad he made his way into the kitchen. Mix looked at him longily, before he forced himself to hit the showers. Scrapper grabbed a bucket, poured some ice into it, and after grabbing some cups, walked back upstairs. He set the bucket down next to all the snacks, and he wasn't gonna lie, he was impressed with the set up.

"I think I outdid myself this time around. He better like it."

He double checked that he had everything, when Mix walked into the room, towel at his waist. He looked at the set up, lightly shaking his head.

"Ya maroon. You way overdid this shit again. I don't need all of dis."

"You hush. Come on you, get comfy."

Mix rolled his optics, before obeying, laying back and getting comfortable. Scrapper hopped into berth, and sat on top of him, holding onto one of his hands and looking it over.

"You were trying to do it in the shower again, weren't you?"

"...no."

Mix always hated the idea of needing someone to 'coddle' him. Its why every heat cycle, he tried to touch himself beforehand, and everytime it failed.

"Is that why you look so grumpy?"

"I ain't grumpy, I'm pissed."

Mix hated his heat cycle, he really did. Not just because he was super horny, that wasn't new. What was new, was the fact that he didn't want to throw Scrapper around or be choked. He wanted Scrapper to make his valve happy. And when Scrapper opened him up, seeing that soaked, puffy valve of his, he realized he had so much work to do. Scrapper pouted, slowly running his servo in between the folds. Mix wanted to talk, but he was reduced to whimpers when Scrapper covered his mouth. The pheromones from a bot in heat could make anyone horny, even the bot in question.

"Shh. It's okay. It's okay. I got you. I always got you. I'm gonna take care of you, all night long. Your poor little valve."

Scrapper peeled his hand away, and leaned in to kiss him. Mix's lips were hungry, sinking into his kiss ravenously. Then Scrapper introduced a finger to his valve. Mix's hands gripped onto his shoulders, already putty in his hands. He kept his lips locked onto his, letting Mix swear against him as he continued to finger and massage his wet walls.

Then he overloaded. It was a quick one, one that made Mix's valve leak all over his hand. He pulled away from the kiss, grinning at Mix's flushed face. The first one was always quick, and not enough.

"You ready, Mixie cakes?"

"You act like this is the first time I've taken ya before."

"Well no, but I like making sure. You're SUPER sensitive right now, I'd hate to overwhelm you. You remember our first heat."

"You stuck your dick in my unlubed aft, rather than my valve. Yeah, I remember, you dumbshit."

Scrapper chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah...sorry about that. It's just why I'm careful now. I don't wanna hurt my big, precious mech again."

"Don't...say it like that."

"Aw, are you embarrassed? Is it because I talk to you in that voice? The one where I make you feel like a big baby? A big ol' baby who gets lots of kissy wissys?"

He held onto his face, decorating it in smooches, and Mix loved it. He squirmed in his arms, and his breath quickened considerably. Mix in heat was aroused by affection, and Scrapper was VERY equipped to handle his little kink. The little kisses to his face, the stupid baby talk, it left Mix shaking, whimpering on the spot.

"Scrappy, c-come on, been dealin' with this slag for like, a week. Stop teasin', PLEASE."

"Aw...you begging is cute, I don't wanna. But fine, I'm not mean, and I love you so so so much."

Scrapper gave his forehead a kiss, before opening his spike panel, and rubbing his spike against him. Mix ACTUALLY jumped up a bit, grip desperate as he held onto his arms. Scrapper chuckled, trying to not push himself in just yet, despite how tempted he was. His valve was hot, damn near steaming, and his spike wanted to make him feel better.

"Scraps-"

"You okay? You jumped on me, was that too fast?"

"No. N-no, I'm. I'm fine. I just. Fucking shit Scrappy just slide it in, PLEASE!"

There was no proper way to slide in, ultimately. Every single way was overstimulating. So long as it didn't hurt, Scrapper had to just settle for going on in. So, he did just that. He pushed himself inside his big, tight valve, and sat there. Mix's pedes thrashed under them, messing up the blankets below them. He didn't move. He was waiting for the sign, waiting for Mix to silently tell him it was okay.

Then Mix dig his servos into his back, and that was all he needed. He started to thrust into him. It wasn’t slow and soft like how he personally enjoyed, but quick, rough, enough to make the room filled with the sounds of metal and metal, and wet slams of a lengthy spike fucking a big valve. Mix was moaning under him, whining and swearing and begging for more and more. In between the soft, hungry kisses, Scrapper was just as putty in Mix's hands and vise versa.

"You're already close, Mixie."

"Shut...up. No I'm fucking not."

He was such a prideful liar. He nudged his face up, and peppered his neck in kisses, letting Mix whine in his arms.

"You don't gotta act all macho on me, bro. I'm here for you. I wanna make all that itch go away. I don't judge you for how quickly you overload. You're my big, manly mech, no matter what. Come on. Overload around me. I'll fill you up. You like it when you get filled. Go ahead. I'll give you as many many as you need after. Promise."

Mix still clung on to his overload, for just a moment, before he raked his servos down his hack, and overloading. Scrapper was forced to stay put as his valve tightened around him, squeezing the overload right out of him. They sat in each other's embrace, steam rolling out of their frames and condensation staining the sheets below them. Scrapper gave Mix a minute, before he pulled out of him, and sat down right next to his poor, exhausted Mixie.

"I hate you."

"You're just embarrassed. Here."

He smacked his face with his towel, helping himself to one as well. Mix grumbled like the sourpuss he was as he wiped himself down.

"Alright, alright. I am. Just...a bit. But you did good, and I mean that."

Scrapper grinned, reaching over to the basket of snacks. Little oil cakes, Mix's favorite, and peanut butter flavored, just how he liked them.

"I try. You deserve it."

"I...thank you. It means a lot to me."

"Oh its no problem, they're getting to be a pretty common flavors nowadays-"

"No. I mean...for this. All of this. You know this sucks, and you make it suck a little less."

Scrapper leaned in to kiss his forehead, before snuggling into him.

"Anythin' for you, bro."

They sat there, stuffing their faces full of shitty snacks, wrappers thrown onto the floor, to be dealt with later.

"Scraps?"

"Yeah?"

"We should totally fuck again."

"Its been five minutes."

"Your point?"

Scrapper rolled his eyes, trying to hide his smile.

Things were going to get much more heated between them.