#hurriedly pulling you close and rubbing at the spot your hands reach towards

[rbfclassy]

QUICKIE! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...toji just can’t keep his hands to himself after not fucking you for a week...which results in a quickie

INFO...toji x fem!reader, reader and toji have kids, toji calls reader mama, doggy, groping, spanking, missionary (?), praise, cream pie, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

“Hey do you have anything to wash?” You walked up to Toji holding the laundry basket in your hands as he played with your two kids.

He looked up at you from the floor. “Nah, I’m all set, mama.” He smiled, handing your son his favorite toy. With a nod, you walked away with the full basket, heading towards the laundry room. You sighed at the clean pile of clothes that you had to fold, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

You threw the dirty clothes in the wash before grabbing the detergent. You let out a small squeak at the feeling of your husbands hands snaking around your waist. “You scared me,” you chuckled.

“Sorry,” he responded, pulling you against his chest, sinking his head into the crook of your neck. He placed a small kiss on your skin, hands rubbing up and down your waist. “Should’ve asked me for help.”

You closed the detergent, placing it back on the shelf as you started the washer. “It’s fine, I got it,” you replied. Toji hummed in response, his hands moving lower and lower down your body. “Toji, what are you doing?” You giggled.

You tried to turn and face him but he kept you from doing so. “Uh uh, stay just like this for me,” he whispered. He pushed his hips against your ass, his cock semi-hard. “We haven’t been able to do anything for the past week. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little pent up, and you walking around with these shorts and tank top isn’t helping one bit.” He smacked your ass before giving it a harsh squeeze.

You bit down on your bottom lip, feel him grow more hard as you moved your against him. It was true, you and Toji haven’t had sex in the last week or so. Both of you so tired from work and the kids, running errands, it always got in the way of your sex life. You hadn’t really thought about it much before, but now that Toji brought it up, you were feeling quite pent up too. “So, what’re you gonna do about it, hm?” You asked, teasingly.

A low chuckle left his lips, his fingers grazing over your skin, making their way under the fabric of your clothes. His hands came up to your chest, cupping your tits and squeezing them, groping them. Your skin started to heat up and arousal pooled in your panties. Just his touch alone was enough to get you all hot and bothered. “We gotta be quick.” He hurriedly bent you over the washer, a swift hand pulling your shorts and underwear down. “I’ll never get tired of seeing this ass…fuck,” he groaned. He palmed himself through his sweats, admiring the view of your dripping cunt.

Toji wasted no time in pulling his sweats and boxers down, cock springing free and leaking pre cum. He let out a shaky breath, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, mixing his arousal with yours. He could already feel how warm and wet you were, cock throbbing at the thought, anticipating how you feel around him. Slowly, his head pushed past your entrance, your lips wrapping around him, sucking him in. “Ohhh fuck, baby—mmm shit,” he breathed. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you back on him, going deeper to reach your sweet spot.

“Ah, oh my god.” The stretch was so deliciously intoxicating, sending your brain into a spiral and he’s barely moved yet. “Baby, we gotta be quick, please,” you begged, afraid that one of the kids might knock on the door and interrupt. You felt him thrust slowly, letting you get used to the feel of his cock before going any faster.

“Shhh, it’s fine. They’re watching a movie.” He began pulling you back against his hips so you met his thrusts, your walls clenching around him each time he threatened to pull out. “This pussy is so wet for me, goddamn,” he grunted, moving faster.

“F-fuck!” You stammered, feeling how hard and fast he was going. “Feels so fucking good!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, hands gripping onto the edges of the washing machine as you tried to hold yourself stable. “Nnngh! You’re so deep! Oh my god!” You squealed.

Toji pulled you up, your back pressed against his chest as he continued to pound into you. “Shh, mama. I know it feels good, but you gotta keep quiet for me, okay?” He placed his hand over your mouth, his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you steady. Your eyes fluttered shut, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. “Ohh fuck yes. Shit, this pussy feels so fucking good.”

Your muffled moans fell upon deaf ears, your legs felt like they were jelly. Pleasure clouded your mind, all you could think about was him fucking you until you came over and over again. Suddenly, he stopped. He grabbed your hips, turning you around and lifting you on top of the washing machine. He pulled you close to the edge, your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. Both watched as he slowly slid back inside, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he felt you wrap around him again. “Look at me, don’t take your eyes off me,” he demanded.

You stared back at him with lustful eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fought so hard to hold back your moans and whimpers. Your brows furrowed in pleasure, feeling how close you were to cumming. Your jaw dropped, head falling back as he grazed over your g-spot. “Oh fuck you’re gonna make me cum!” You cried, gasping for air. “Fuck! Fuck! Baby!” You whimpered.

“I know, mama. Let it all out for me. Cum on this dick.” He kept his pace the same, feeling you clench around him, a sign you were close. His hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, tongues messily moving against each other as he swallowed your moans. Finally, the coil snapped. You pulled away from the kiss, eyes rolling back, body quivering as you came. Toji covered your mouth again, muffling your curses and moans. “There you go, that’s my good fucking girl.”

He pulled his hand away, staring back at you with half lidded eyes, loving the cum drunk look written all over your face. “Cum in me,” you spoke.

“But, your not on—”

“I don’t care, cum in me,” you said with desperation.

“I fucking love you,” he chuckled with a smile, his thrusts growing sloppier. He was fixated the way his cock disappeared in you, each time he pulled back out he could see your cum at the base. It only drove him more crazier. “Nnngh, ah! Oh, baby I’m gonna cum!” His hips stuttered against yours before he buried himself deep inside of you, feeling him coat your walls with his sticky cum. “Fuck!” He grunted. “Ah, yes!” He breathlessly chuckled.

“I think we both needed that,” you laughed.

“I agree.” He smiled, pulling you closer to place his lips on yours. He slowly pulled out, his cum slowly dripping out of you. “We made quite a mess.” He looked down between your legs and then back up at you.

“We’ll clean it up—”

A knock on the door startled both on you, thankfully Toji had locked the door. “Mommy, daddy, the movie is over! We wanna watch another!”

“It’s your bedtime, sweetheart! Maybe tomorrow!” Toji shouted back. Both of you looked at each other, sharing a few seconds of silence before laughing. “I think we might have to start doing quickies more often, yeah?” He whispered.

“Once you put the kids to sleep, meet me in the shower.” You kissed his lips, entangling your fingers in his hair.

“I just can’t get enough of you, mama.”

[shypen]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⸻ 𓏵 𝓲 can hear you 𓈒 𓈒

⠀⠀⠀⠀𓈒⠀⠀𓏸 𝓛HS

𝓬ontains . masturbating, sucking, edging, handcuffs, intense imagination ++

𝓰enre . smut

𝓹airings . bestfriend!heeseung x female!reader

req status . open !!

word count: 1.1k

note . reminder everything here is FICTIONAL, meaning NOTHING HERE IS REAL!! these things never happened. | lia if ur seeing this literally do not read this.

MINORS DNI

©️ shypen 2024 do not copy, plagiarize or repost

“i forgot my wallet at the party, see you,” heeseung sighs, grabbing his jacket and walking out the door.

the party?

yeah, the party you and heeseung went to one hour ago. you couldn’t forget that. goodness, he looked so fine. you weren’t even paying the slightest attention to your friends when all you could do was stare at him from afar.

but whatever—all that matters now is that you’re alone. in your dorm, alone.

you make your way toward your room, a smile forming on your face as the door creaks open. you shut the door closed, hurriedly grabbing your laptop and carelessly throwing it on the bed. was this wrong? maybe. but you can’t help it.

laying down on the plush pillows of your bed, you grab your laptop and open it. your wallpaper? a photo of heeseung. almost immediately, you close your legs. this is wrong—he’s your roommate, but.. you can’t really help it.

contrary to your leg’s current position, you spread them open. you take off your shorts, and you see your wetness already visible through your panties. you set your panties aside, and you let your imagination go wild again.

imagine.

heeseung eating you out—it’s been in your head ever since you kept stealing glimpses at him back at the party. you’ve done this many times before—touching yourself as you imagine the things heeseung could do to you. today, your gonna let yourself absolutely relax. the party is 30 minutes away, he’ll take about an hour and a half ‘til he gets back to the dorm. just enough time.

snap.

“s-shoot—” you stammer as you touch yourself, rubbing your clit. “heeseung—”

imagine.

“s-shoot— heeseung—” you moan out, and heeseung takes his tongue out of you to look up at you. “too much baby?” he scoffs, diving back in, slipping his tongue into you, causing you to let out a gasp followed by a small whimper. if only this was real.

snap.

instead of his tongue, your finger slips inside you, causing you to let out that gasp from your imagination. speaking of imagination..

imagine.

“say my name again, baby. let me hear how good im making you feel,” heeseung groans, and you can feel his warm breath on your hungry clit. “heeseung—” you whimper, and heeseung lets out a moan at the sound of his name slipping out of your mouth. “good girl… let’s give you a reward, huh?” he says, before you could respond, two of his fingers slip inside of you, causing you to flinch, the handcuffs around your wrists rattle at the sudden movement.

“h-heeseung—” you try to protest but you interrupt yourself with moans and whimpers, and he smiles, satisfied. as he pumps the two fingers in you, he starts to get closer before licking your slit, teasing you slightly before placing his tongue inside you, his fingers and his tongue simultaneously working together to try to get you to reach your breaking limit. in this fake universe, you two have done this many times, heeseung knows your body well, knowing all your g-spots and everything you like. heeseung grabs your thigh with his free hand to keep you steady on the bed as he continues to eat you out. he curls his fingers up to your g-spot and you moan loudly.

you can feel your climax building up already. “h-heeseung— i’m c-close..” you warn him and he slips out his fingers from you, pulling his face away too. you whine at the sudden emptiness and he just smiles.

“ah ah! you have to wait, baby..” he teases.

that nickname. that nickname always gets you.

suddenly he removes his belt, quickly taking off his jeans and underwear, revealing his long, already hard cock. precum is already visible, and you bite your lip at the sight.

“like what you see?” he smiles, getting back on the bed and positioning his cock by your entrance. without warning, he slips inside you, not giving you any time to adjust, he pumps in and out of you slowly, making you let out a moan.

“h—heeseung— m-mmfg-” you whine, and you feel his cock twitch inside you hearing you say his name so desperately again. he picks up the pace, hitting your g-spot everytime. his hips, his.. his hips that make your head spin everytime you two do this. goodness, he’s good.

he grabs your thighs for support as he speeds up, causing you to yelp and bite your lip. “baby..” heeseung sighs between his pants. “dont hold back your sounds.. let me hear you..”

you didnt have to hear that twice. you stop biting your lip and as expected—you let out a whimper the moment you stop, causing heeseung to let out a low chuckle.

he speeds up again, this time going full speed without warning, and slapping sounds echoes in the room, including you and heeseung’s pants and moans.

“sh-shoot, baby.. you’re so tight,” he groans as he picks up the pace, throwing his head back. you cant keep your sounds in, and you moan his name like its the only word you know. your eyes roll back. “t-too much.. a-about to..”

“cum for me baby,” heeseung cuts you off. the knot in your stomach builds up before finally snapping, and you two cum together. he slips out of you, spreading your legs to see your cum and his flood out of you, and he licks his lips at the sight.

snap.

you moan his name, crazy you’re feeling this way over just touching yourself, but you wouldn’t’ve came if it weren’t for your imagination.

huh? what’s that noise?

“i’m home,” heeseung sighs as he sets his jacket down on the stand, silently walking to his bedroom to start getting ready for bed. after all—its late.

shutting the door, he decides to change into his pajamas. he takes off his pants, then his underwear—

oh wait?

“what’s y/n up to.. i hear noises in her room.”

he presses his ear against the wall to hear you more clearly.

oh shoot.

hearing you moan his name makes something in him snap, almost immediately knowing what you’re doing. “so you do that too, huh?”

he leans against the wall as he continues to eavesdrop on you.

“shoot..”

he sighs under his breath as he hears you, his hand lowering to his cock, rubbing it slowly. he groans silently, speeding up slightly.

“y/n..”

he smirks, picking up the pace on his cock, making him throw his head back in pleasure, and his head hits the wall.

“what’re you doing to me.. mmfgh—” he moans, opening his eyes and seeing precum leak out of him.

“i can hear you, you know?” he whispers, making sure you don’t hear him as he continues to pleasure himself.

“why don’t i walk in there and fulfill what your dirty little mind is thinking of, huh?”

note . first smut. time to go hide in a bush. ty for reading btw !! i appreciate it <33 this took longer than it shouldve so i appreciate ur attention !!

𝓽aglist . @llvrhee , @isa942572 , @siyusiee

haii if u like this plz reblog / like ♡ i’ll make a pt.2 at 100 notes !!

[httplilyyy]

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 | 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

pairing: sam carpenter x reader

request: 'can i please request reader living with sam and tara at their apartment and one night she finds sam quietly crying in the kitchen all alone late at night (you choose why, because of a nightmare, because of everything that happened, because of those rumours) and after a little resistance from sam she finally allows herself to be comforted and reader just holds her close until the tears stop.... maybe later sam doesn't want to go back to her lonely bed and ends up cuddling with reader on her bed... thank you, love your writing'

summary: sometimes even the strongest people need a break

warnings: nothing but fluff

word count: 1.5k

a/n: not the most proud of this but i am running on four hours of sleep so its the best it can be, so sorry about that

scream masterlist

Street lights flickered as storm clouds gathered on the horizon, an angry rumble echoing off the buildings. The streets were completely empty, which was out of the ordinary for that time of night, seeing as it was the city that never sleeps.

It was around one in the morning, the sky being pitch black and you had just finished your shift at work. The faint sound of raindrops and the odd crunch of glass underfoot was all that was heard as you made your way home.

The rain started to pick up which made you quicken your pace. Walking up the stairs to the fourth floor and along a hallway, you reached your apartment, one that you shared with Sam and Tara. 

Hurriedly, you grabbed the house keys from your pocket and opened the front door. Letting out a sigh as your back hit the door as it closed, you were finally home. You kicked off your shoes and placed your coat upon the hanger.

The apartment was silent apart from the faint sound of the tv playing in the background. Looking to your right, you saw plates and cups littering the coffee table as well as hearing soft snores coming from the sofa.

You made your way further into the living room and spotted Tara sleeping soundly, occasionally getting a shiver ripple through her body.

A small smile made its way onto your face at the look of Sam’s younger sister, she finally looked content and you hated the fact that you had to break it.

You crouched in front of the sofa, gently moving Tara’s hair out of her eyes as you softly woke her up.

Tara opened her eyes slowly, lazily bringing up a hand to rub her eyes as she tried to shake off her sleepiness.

“Hey,” you whispered, rubbing a hand up and down her arm, “come on sleepyhead, let's get you to bed.”

Still in a sleepy haze, Tara nodded and groggily got up. You followed her to her room, making sure she was alright before walking back to the living room.

You turned the tv off, picking up the plates and cups that were scattered around the room. You threw all the rubbish into the bin and began to do the washing up.

As you were half way through cleaning, you heard sounds of shuffling coming towards you. Moving your head to the side, you watched as Sam padded into the kitchen, her face was blotchy as if she had been crying.

Sam stopped in her tracks when she saw you, her fingers tugging at the sleeves of her- your jumper, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

Your heart seemed to crack at the sight of her, the person who was always so strong for her sister, for you, seemed to be breaking at the seams. 

You had completely forgotten the cleaning up, Sam taking over your mind as you dried off your hands and pulled her further into the kitchen.

Sam trudged after you, her hand sitting loosely in yours. You wordlessly patted the top of the counter, telling Sam to sit there whilst you rummaged around in the cupboards.

You pulled some hot chocolate powder from the cupboard and put the kettle on to boil, taking two cups and placing them on the side.

As you poured Sam’s hot chocolate, you finally let yourself take in her appearance. It was a mystery to you how she could be so gorgeous even with tear marks on her cheeks. 

Her hair was tied up in a bun, a few strands clinging onto her forehead and neck as her eyes followed you around the kitchen. 

Handing the mug to Sam, she let out an appreciative hum after the first sip, warmth and sweetness flooding her body. 

“You wanna talk about it?” You questioned, your voice just above a whisper as you placed your cup to the side.

“Not really.” Sam replied, her voice cracking as she tightened her grip on the mug. 

You placed a comforting hand on her thigh, feeling as she tensed up under your touch. Sighing to yourself, you gave her a tight lipped smile, knowing she wasn’t in the mood to talk before continuing with the washing up.

As soon as your hand left Sam’s thigh, she missed the warmth that had encompassed her body. 

Sam averted her gaze to the floor, her fingers ghosting the rim of her cup which was now empty. 

She jumped off the counter top and stood behind you, contemplating on what to do for a minute until she turned you around and pulled you into a hug.

Shocked at the sudden movement, you stood there stunned as she hugged you, using all her force to bring you as close as possible. She buried herself into you, hot tears rolling down her cheeks and wetting your shirt.

“I keep having the same dream.” Sam sniffled, her voice raw as it broke towards the end. “And I- I can’t seem to shake it.”

You wrapped your arms around her, one around her waist and the other cradling her head. The two of you swayed together, Sam’s sobs never ceasing. 

“That’s all it is though, Sam.” You said quietly, pulling her off you so you could look in her eyes. “It’s only a dream.”

“I just wish it would all go away.” Sam said, looking between your eyes, her bottom lip quivering.

“I know.” You sighed, your heart heavy as you pulled her back into your embrace. “If I could take away your pain, I would. You know I would.”

Sam sucked in a sharp breath, the feeling of it all finally crashing down on her and she couldn't take it.

“It’s all too much, I just want to be normal.”

“You are, Sam.” You said, a frown forming on your face at her thoughts. “Don’t think like that.”

The warmth of your body and the gentle pressure of your arms created a cocoon of safety that enveloped Sam.

Her heart, which had been racing with fear due to her nightmare just moments before, began to slow down as she breathed in and let the tension in her shoulders melt away, feeling herself surrender to the moment.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” You whispered, slowly pulling out of her embrace.

“Can I- can I stay with you tonight?” Sam asked, staring down at her feet.

“Of course.” You smiled, rubbing your hands up and down her arms comfortingly. 

The two of you walked to your room where the sound of raindrops tapped against your window, the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the sky.

You were quick to change out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable, crawling into your bed beside Sam.

Your shoulders brushed together and you opened your arm to her, allowing for her to get closer to you.

Sam smiled, tucking herself under your arm with a little hesitation. Her cheek rested just above your heart, the steady beating calming her down. 

The two of you laid in silence, the sound of raindrops hammering on your window created a sense of tranquillity amidst the storm outside.

The two of you enjoy being in each other’s presence without having to say a word.

You looked down at Sam, unknowingly making your way closer to one another and you could soon feel Sam’s breath against your lips.

You reached your hand down to Sam’s face, gently, you raised your hand to cup her cheek, your thumb softly traced along her cheekbone. 

Sam’s eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into your touch. A small smile adorning her face.

Sam didn’t know what had come over her and with a small but impulsive movement, her lips were on yours.

As Sam’s lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss, she felt all of her fears and doubts melt away. 

She savoured the sensation of your lips moving against hers, struck by how perfectly they fit together, like two puzzle pieces finally coming together. 

Your body tingled with electricity as she pressed closer to you. A shiver ran down your spine as she hummed into your mouth.

You pulled away softly for a breath of air, and Sam chased your lips with hers, kissing you softly once again. 

“Sam.” You breathed, her forehead pressed against yours. “What are we doing?”

“I- I don’t-”

You let the seconds go by without saying a word and Sam almost wanted to run away. That was until you gave her a soft smile, pulling her into you once more.

“You’re telling Tara.” You mumbled, pressing your lips back on hers.

Sam’s heart was practically pumping out of her chest when you pulled away for the last time. She melted into your hold, her body on top of yours as her arms wrapped around your waist.

You intertwined your fingers, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head causing Sam to sink further into your embrace.

And in that moment, Sam had never felt more safe.

[imyourbratzdoll]

Stepdaddy Steve Rogers😮‍💨

Really smutty, maybe including stepdads best friend bucky too

Threesome material wow

hi! okay, so not exactly a threesome but close? I hope you like it, though.

summary - daddy decides it's playtime during the game, and his best friend gets to watch.

warning - voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, daddy kink, slight ddlg themes, stepcest, smut.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You play with your fingers nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet. “Daddy?!” You let out an anxious yell, your eyes peering down at the tub of ice cream. You hear him yell back, and you let out a sigh of relief, knowing you didn’t piss him off during his game. “C–Can I please have another ice cream?!”

“Absolutely not!” He yells back in his dad voice, sending tingles to the forbidden spot between your legs. You let out a cry as you shut the freezer door and head toward where he sits. He and Bucky look over when you enter the room. Steve sends you a soft smile when you pout at him, eyes filled with tears.

“Why not, daddy?” You continue to pout, eyes moving between your daddy and Bucky, your fingers pulling on the hem of your short dress. 

“Because daddy doesn’t want his little princess to get sick. You don’t want to have a sore tummy, now, do you?” You shake your head, your nose scrunching up as you remember the last time you had too much ice cream. “Good girl, now come here, baby.” He motions you forward with his hand, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips.

“How come?” You slowly begin to walk forward, curious.

Steve smiles, pulling you onto his lap when you get close enough. Loving the squeal that escapes you. “Daddy wants to teach you something about the spot between your thighs.” You look at him with wide eyes and a giant smile, excited for your daddy and playtime.

“Is this playtime, daddy? But what about your game? And M–Mr Bucky?” Steve nods, his hand resting on your upper thigh, throwing a smirk at his best friend.

“Yes, princess. This is playtime, don’t worry about the game, and Bucky might be joining us. Would you like that, princess?” Steve grins when you nod your head excitedly, “Now, princess. You're going to watch Bucky play with himself whilst I play with you, okay?” You nod again, eyes already dazed at the thought but snap out of it when Steve slaps your cheek softly. “I need words, princess.”

“Yes, daddy! I watch, you play. Got it!” You nod, head turning to stare at Bucky’s crotch. Both men chuckle at your excitement.

Steve spins you around so that you are facing Bucky, his hand cups your cunt, groaning when he notices you’ve listened to him about going bare around the house. “Good girl.” He flips your dress, letting his best friend stare at your glistening cunt. His fingers begin to rub your little button, and Bucky hurriedly pulls out his throbbing cock, his eyes glued to you, spitting into his hand as he starts to stroke his member. 

“You’re such a pretty girl. Your daddy was right, doll. You’ve got the prettiest pussy in the entire world.” He groans, tugging his cock harder whilst his other hand reaches down to massage his balls. Your sweet sounds go straight to his cock, and he watches you whither in your stepfather’s lap because the pleasure is too much. “Mmm, what I wouldn’t do to make you mine, doll. Maybe one day your daddy will let me have my way with you.” 

You whimper, your eyes widening as you watch Bucky tug on his cock. Drool gathers in your mouth as you become desperate to suck on it. Little moans escape you as your daddy continues to rub your tiny button. Your eyes become lidded and dazed as you feel all tingly inside. “Daddy! Daddy! Feel funny!” 

Steve grunts, his cock strained against his pants as his fingers enter your tight hole and curl, hitting the delicious spot inside you. “Cum for us, princess. Make us proud.” His pace becomes brutal, roughly fingering your spot whilst rubbing and pinching your button. Bucky’s eyes roll back, and his cock twitches as cum explodes from his mushroom tip. The sight of you squirting everywhere sets him off and will forever be in their minds.

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[peachybeom]

Stress Relief ♡

sfw, soobin x reader, college au.

blonde fluffy soobin is so cute ill eat him-

Soobin hurriedly made his way to your apartment, taking the stairs instead of the elevator believing the latter took more time.

He had been trying to reach you for almost a day now but got no response. Growing impatient, Soobin had left you texts and voice notes but unfortunately all of those remained unanswered as well.

Finally giving up on waiting, your boyfriend had contacted your roommate-who was out for the weekend, for the apartment passcode as he made up his mind to go check on you himself.

He punched the code in the machine and anxiously opened the door to look for you. His eyes scanned the living room for a few seconds, until they fell on a huddled figure sitting down on the floor.

You were hunching down, sitting cross legged resting your head gently on the table in front of you. Your eyes were shut tightly while your lips parted slightly letting out soft periodic breaths.

Soobin quietly closed the door before him and lowered himself to your level, he let out a breath of relief and gazed at your soft features before brushing a few wild strands of hair from your face.

You stirred lightly at his touch but showed no signs of waking up, that was when Soobin noticed all the books and pens and crumbled papers that surrounded your sleeping figure, you were even holding a pen between your fingers as you slept.

The smile fell from Soobin's face as soon as it had appeared because he realised how tired you must have been. Your college midterms were about to commence in about two weeks and you were determined to work your ass off for it, even it meant studying vigorously without taking any breaks.

As much as Soobin wanted to support you through this tough time, his resources were limited too as he was a film major and you a medical one. Plus past few months had been hard on him too, constantly busy finishing assignments and reaching deadlines.

Soobin hated seeing you stressed but he had promised to not bother you for an entire month during your midterms because he really didn't want to be a distraction, though he would almost text you daily and occasionally call, to check up on you and your studies.

Though you both weren’t able to talk for long, just hearing your voice once in a while was enough for Soobin to go on.

You time and again reassured him that you were doing fine but witnessing the current situation, it was clear that you clearly were not and had been pulling one too many all nighters.

 You gently moved and rubbed your eyes sleepily as the sound of clinking cutlery awoke you to consciousness.

You stretched your arms behind your back and were ready to yell at your roommate for being so loud- when you turned your head and spotted an all too familiar figure in the kitchen.

"Soobin!" You exclaimed loudly, grabbing the boy's attention.

Your boyfriend turned around and raised both of his hands towards his sides, a bright smile appearing on his face as he spoke

"Hi bunny,"

"I'm sorry if I accidentally woke you up, I actually came over to check on you because -"

His words were cut off when you-in a matter of seconds strode across the room and wrapped your arms around his tall body.

"There there, easy tiger" Soobin chuckled patting your hair with his hand.

"I missed you so much" You mumbled, burying your face in his shirt.

"That's why you are wearing my hoodie- the one I thought I had lost months ago" Soobin said in a teasing tone.

"Yeah, it's actually really comfortable, I need to raid your closet more often" You replied, looking up- God you missed his beautiful face.

Soobin laughed before gently breaking the hug between the two of you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you too baby, I got so worried that maybe you had fallen sick or something because you weren’t picking up my calls or answering to my messages.” He said while caressing your cheek.

You felt a pang of guilt for making Soobin worried like this.

“Sorry, I’d put my phone on silent while studying and did not even realise when I fell asleep” You mumbled.

That’s when he noticed the light bags under your eyes and the pale color of your skin.

"You should take a break Y/N, you deserve it," Soobin said in a concerned tone before placing another kiss on your face.

"Yeah, you're right I really should," You sighed heavily.

"Great! so I'll just finish cooking this ramen, then we can try to clean up the mess that is your living room and have a movie night?"

 After having dinner- which tasted so good, even though it was just regular ramen. Soobin let you pick a movie which could help you unwind.

You both were halfway through the movie when your eyes began to drift sideways rather than being on the screen.

It was a good movie, it really was! But whenever Soobin was around you, you could focus on nothing but him. His pretty face demanded attention all the damn time, even if that wasn't his intention.

The movie still had a long way to go but you were growing restless. You extended your arm towards your boyfriend and placed your palm on top of his open one.

Soobin absent-mindedly curled his fingers against yours intertwining your fingers, too absorbed in the movie playing before him.

Next, you raised your other hand and grazed your fingers on his ear, softly pulling down the earlobe. This made Soobin turn to face you, his eyebrows furrowed together in curiosity.

You wordlessly ran a hand through his fluffy blonde hair before running a finger down his nose and giving it a light tap.

"What are you doing," Soobin asked letting out a breathy laugh.

You finally got up to and placed yourself on either side of his knee, strangling him between your legs on the couch. Then you placed your palms on both his cheeks and squeezed them between your hands.

"You are like my stress relief squishy. I want to pull you, squeeze you, poke you and viola all the stress is gone," You answered in a cheeky tone.

Soobin laughed loudly at your answer, his eyes closing and forming cute little crescent shapes.

"Jeez that's one weird way of saying you want to make out with me, bunny."

He then put his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him till your noses touched and whispered,

"Bet a squishy can't to this though,"

Soobin captured your lips between his and you let out a surprised squeak but almost melted under his touch right after, hands now grabbing the soft material of his shirt.

Soobin's mouth travelled down leaving small kisses as he made his way through. One hand teasing the waist band of your pyjama while the other slipping under the oversized hoodie. You let out a sigh of contentment and bliss, taking you away from all the anxieties and worries of the past week.

Holding onto him tightly, eyes closed, feeling him all over you, you realised being close to Soobin was really the best way to relieve stress.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

i saw you’re a fan of haikyuu soooo i was wondering if i could get a daichi blurb with a plus size girl he’s fucking and absolutely obsessed with🫣

CW: chubby fem reader, smut, petnames (baby, pretty girl, baby girl, good girl)

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"Does it feel good baby?"

You were laying on the bed, a pillow under your hips, Daichi's cock buried to the hilt inside you and his thumb on your clit. You mewled, squeezing around his cock, making him grunt.

"Mm-hmmm. Feels so good, Daichi."

"Yes?" he asked breathlessly, his lips curling into a smile. "Feels good? Good. I just wanna make you feel good, baby."

You reached out for him and he huffed, leaning down to let your arms slip around his shoulders. He kissed your forehead, your nose, both your cheeks, and then settled on your lips. He kissed you smoothly, lips melding into yours as you sighed into his mouth. He pulled back to rub his nose against yours, smiling against your mouth.

"Would you like more, pretty girl?" You nodded your head, a whine stuck in the back of your throat. "Yeah? Does my baby girl want some more?"

"Daichiii, don't tease me." He shushed you gently, pecking a kiss on your lips.

"Don't worry, don't worry. I've got you, baby. Gonna take good care of my sweet girl, okay? Gonna make you feel so good."

He sat back up, focusing on your clit again, making you keen as sparks of pleasure flew through you. He rocked his hips gently, pressing his cock into your g-spot over and over, massaging it rhythmically. You could already feel your climax growing, his movements pushing you closer towards your peak.

"Daichi... 'm getting close," you whimpered.

"Yeah? Feeling good, baby? Gonna cum for me?" You nodded hurriedly, clawing at his arms when he used his free hand to grab at your belly. "Good. Them cum for me, baby. Lemme feel you."

His thumb moved faster against your clit, harder, making you throw your head back into the pillows. Your hips bucked up into his as his own hips picked up speed, grinding into you more and more. He kept hitting that sweet spot inside you, making you moan, making your toes curl. Your thighs began to tense, your breath coming out quick, your peak approaching.

"Daichi, Daichi, I'm—I'm gonna—"

Your voice cut out as you reached your climax, body jiggling from the sensation, hands scrambling. It hit you hard, prolonging itself for a few moments before you came down, panting. You felt so full, so satiated already.

"Good girl," he mumbles, squeezing your waist, his fingers dimpling your flesh. "Think you can keep going?"

You huffed out a laugh, smiling drunkenly up at him.

"Hell yeah I can."

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[whalesforhands]

uncles and… big brothers? (kaizen stroll!)

summary: in which you, yuuji’s preschool teacher, find out that he has more than one uncle. (plus a big brother!)

masterlist

“(name)-sensei! Look, I made you a sand mountain!”

It wasn’t unusual for Yuuji to be the last child to be picked up, for him to look up at you with begging eyes and a jutted out lower lip, pleading with you to let him play outside just a little longer whilst waiting.

But today… Something doesn’t feel right. Your fingers tingle as you’re dragged out by your hand, an energetic Yuuji just excited to be out and about to watch the setting sun from the open-air playground.

“Look, look! Megumin taught me how to make it super big!” He points towards his work of art, tugging you into the sandpit for you to get an even better look.

“Yuuji-kun, that’s impressive!” You clap your hands together, bending your knees to go down to his level as you watch his grin grow ever bigger.

“Hehe!” He’s proud, happy. His finger rubs his nose in prideful glee before he places his hands on his hips. “Then I’ll make it even bigger by the time Nanamin comes!”

‘Nanamin’ or Nanami Kento was usually the one you see come along, though on some occasions, it wasn’t rare to see a well-dressed, refined man to come instead.

“Higuruma Hiromi.” He keeps the steady smile on his tired, worn face, his hands gently shaking yours even as Yuuji pulls and tugs at his hair, tiny fists pounding into the adult’s gaunt cheek as he complains about not wanting to leave you just yet.

(The man Nanami-san had contacted you today that will be picking up Yuuji in place of him.)

“I’m his uncle.”

“Ah, Higuruma-san?” Your back turns away from Yuuji to pick up the phone call, not noticing the shadow near the fence that caught the young boy’s curious eyes. He sees a porcelain hand appear, beckoning him closer and closer as the lowering sunlight shines upon the stranger just right to reveal a masked face and baggy eyes.

Now that has his interest, Itadori Yuuji is already up on his little feet, dusting off his shorts as he paths towards the stranger.

“Yuuji, your uncle said—“ You turn only to see small footsteps imprinted onto the sand, your instincts flying into an overdrive that immediately makes you break into a run, following the direction as your eyes hurriedly dart about the area only to spot said child on his tiptoes, stretching out to take a piece of candy from an oddly dressed man.

(You knew you should’ve listened to the alarm bells going off in your gut.)

“Yuuji! Get back now!” You’re inwardly panicking, blood freezing as chills of fear spider across your nerves, your hand reaching down to grab at your shoe, winding your arm back and releasing; doing absolutely anything to keep the innocent Yuuji safe.

“(name)-sensei—!”

It was almost as if it was in slow motion, your shoe making a direct hit to the creeper’s face, his body losing its balance at the sheer strength and force behind your amateur throw.

The man staggers at the impact, your shoe flying into his face that beckons the him into a confused, bewildered state that was unable to react in time as his sunglasses fly off, the cloth around his head coming untied as he drops onto the concrete walkway with a thump.

“Y-Yuuji-kun! What did I tell you about strangers!” You’re immediately picking up the little boy, wrapping your arms protectively around him as you immediately retreat from the fence, squeezing him close as cold sweat begins to form on your forehead, eyes darting downwards to check the poor child over for injuries.

“I’ll call the police right now, don’t worry—“

“It’s Choso!” His small hands are splayed into the air in celebratory happiness, voice and excited cheer as he continues to watch the twitching man get up. “He’s gettin’ up!”

…huh?

“I’m sorry—“ The deep baritone startles you, the rustling of leaves as you turn around to face the man that was already recovering from the shock of being battered by a singular shoe. “For startling you…”

“It wasn’t my intention.” You finally fully turn to face the towering figure, his chin-length, black hair left down as his sharp eyes finally meet yours, a hand on the back of his head to nurse the pain as he puts his other free hand up in the air to show that he was harmless.

(He’s certainly very pretty, was the first thing you noticed.)

“I’m his big brother.”

(Blood began to spew from his nose the moment he finished his sentence off, Yuuji staring with widened eyes as you fight to hold back a shriek of shock.

You didn’t mean to assault him that badly!)

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“I-I’m really sorry for the trouble, Choso-san…”

“Don’t be—“ You hear him suck in a breath through gritted teeth as the alcohol dips into the wound, stinging the shallow cuts. “I must admit that I acted a bit suspiciously.”

(‘A bit’ was definitely an understatement.)

He just wanted to come meet his adorable little brother, who was sat upon a nearby chair, kicking his feet and busy stuffing his face with the lollipop his oh so kind big brother was planning to bring to him.

“I just wanted to drop by to give him a treat since I couldn’t wait any longer for him.” A large hand reaches over to pat down the pink fluff of his sibling, a fond smile momentarily turning into a grimace as you poke the swab into a sensitive area.

(“Please call me next time you plan to do something of that sort, Choso-san.”

“…I see. I will take note of that.”

What stringent rules… It’s assuring the daycare his little brother goes to takes such cautions.)

It wasn’t long before Yuuji finishes off the treat, patting his tummy as he jumps off the seat. “Yuuji wants uppies!”

That was all it took for the astounding big brother to immediately clamber onto the floor, getting into position for his beloved sibling, spreading his arms open and ignoring the stinging, throbbing pain on his face.

(You can certainly tell how much he loves him… Well, all he needs is a few plasters, anyway. It’s fine.)

“Come here, Yuuji…” You can see how excited the once stoic man’s eyes grow. “Come to Choso-nii…!”

The pink-haired boy stares, suckling on his thumb momentarily to really think about this situation as his eyes are trained on his big brother’s open and ready arms, kneeled on the floor at the perfect height to receive the adoring hug of his adorable little brother.

So Itadori Yuuji makes a decision, running towards the idling you instead, big, dopey smile breaking onto his face.

“(name)-sensei, Yuuji wants cuddles!” He tugs at your apron, tiny hands fisting the fabric as he tugs and tugs, pleading for your attention with cute grins and utterly lovable expressions.

The grown man never felt so deflated, his shoulders visibly slumping forward as he practically falls to the floor in defeat, curling up into a ball as he tries to not feel the bitter taste of loss.

“I-I’m sure Yuuji wouldn’t mind getting them from you either, Choso-san! Don’t feel so down…!” You’re already picking up said child, his face cuddling itself against your chest as he snuggles into you.

“I-It’s okay sensei—“ The man chokes as he witnesses the sight of his lovely younger brother showing you more affection than he ever got. “You’re making it worse if you talk any more—“

“I’m sorry…!”

masterlist (this story is part of my kaizen daycare series!)

Notes:

When you first met Higuruma, you were met with an ID to the face, his particulars and all needed info given to you for you to confirm his identity.

“Yuuji.” He picks up the little boy from your arms, large fingers scooping him up by his underarms as he holds him up to the light, a blush of adoration on the dark-haired man’s cheeks as his lips stretch into a fond, unsteady smile.

“Call me big broth—“

“Choso!”

Higuruma let Yuuji hit Choso with his gavel when he came to pick both of them up.

“I’m terribly sorry for the trouble.”

[pangborns]

CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS.

charlie walker x fem!reader.

in which your nerdy boyfriend lets his desire for bloodshed overshadow his love for you.

scream 4 spoilers, blood, violence, death, weapons, canon type gore.

I started this fic like 6 months ago lol, but I finally got the inspo to finish! sorry it’s kinda short and dark :(

You screamed as the killer turned toward you, dropping Robbie’s cold body to the pavement. He stood to his full height, flicking the warm blood off of his weapon and taking a heavy step toward your wide eyed stance.

“Robbie..?” You practically squeaked, tears squeezing through your squinted eyelids. “Get up.”

The demand was not granted. Salty trails now glistened on your paling face as Ghostface tilted his head at your behavior.

Your attention quickly hopped from the dead friend to the ever-advancing killer. “Please don’t hurt me.” You begged, hands shaking as you tried to hold yourself for comfort. “I-I haven’t done anything wrong.”

Ghostface simply continued his trek toward your small frame. The adrenaline kicked in as you turned to sprint, just barely out of reach from the murderer in the black cloak.

You quickly remembered your friends still inside the house. Your boyfriend. You had followed Robbie out to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid while on his drunk journey through the yard and now you regretted it. The picture of his dead body would forever overshadow the memories of your friendship.

You reached the back porch, running up the stairs two at a time. “Help! Let me in!” You pounded on the glass door, watching as Jill, Kirby, and Sidney all squinted at you, confused. Sidney quickly jumped into action, figuring right out what was happening.

You fell through the opening, quickly turning yourself over onto your back and trying to kick away from the glass door. “Close it, close the door! He’s out there!” You sobbed, struggling to catch your breath.

Jill was quick to kneel down beside you as Sidney and Kirby locked the door and peered through the window. “Who, (Y/N)?” She spoke gently.

“It’s him. The one that killed Liv. He got Robbie.” You hiccuped, rubbing at your sore knees from the fall. “Robbie’s dead.”

Kirby quickly joined your huddle on the cold tile floor and hugged you tight.

“We have to go,” Sid spoke up, voice shaking as she tried to keep calm for the group of young girls. Sidney grabbed you by the armpits and helped you up as Kirby and Jill led the way to the front door. “We can make a run for the car.” She concluded. You thought of Charlie. You hoped he was alright wherever he was hiding.

You panicked as the group of you approached the front door. “No, Robbie’s out there. Don’t-“

Kirby heaved open the door, greeted with the gory sight of Robbie’s corpse. Everybody screamed.

The black hooded figure emerged from behind a pillar on the porch, sprinting towards the door. Sidney slammed the oak door closed, ushering everybody upstairs hurriedly. The four girls ran up the wooden stairs as Ghostface kicked down the heavy door.

A hand wrapped around your ankle, pulling you off balance. You fell to the ground, hitting your chin on a step. Blood gushed from the spot on your face, but that wasn’t your biggest problem at the moment.

Being at the back of the pack, the others had gotten upstairs and barricaded separate doors without noticing your absence.

He flipped you onto your back, straddling you. You screamed, hitting the killer in the chest, trying to kick your feet to free yourself from his hold. Ghostface looked down at you eerily, raising a knife above his head, readying for the kill.

“Hey! Fuckface!” A voice screeched from up the stairs. Kirby waved her arms frantically, trying to catch the killer’s attention.

His posture tensed as he released you and made his way toward the blonde. “Kirby, no!” She ran down the hallway, being chased by the cloaked killer.

You wheezed out a whimper, struggling to get up. You’d need stitches on your chin for sure, the blood was trailing down your shirt at this point.

You had to help Kirby. You knew you’d stand no chance by yourself, and you were so worried for Charlie. You needed to find him, make sure he was okay, and he’d help.

“Charlie!” Your throat was sore, voice hoarse. You spent a few minutes stumbling around the first floor of the house looking for your boyfriend to no avail. He was nowhere to be seen.

“(Y/N)?” You turned toward the sound. Charlie. He was covered in blood and looked delirious. You limped toward him, enveloping him in a tight hug as your tears stained his white shirt. He seemed to be out of breath, as if he was in a hurry.

“I was so worried,” You cried. Letting go of him, you looked up. “We have to go help Kirby. He’s after her!”

“Kirby’s dead, (Y/N).” A simple statement.

Your breath hitched. “What- why would you- what?” You stuttered.

“Never mind that, come here baby. I was so worried about you.” He opened his arms, expecting another hug.

In shock, you hesitantly moved toward him for comfort. Looking up to meet his eyes, you didn’t see any change in emotion as the knife pierced your stomach.

Your mouth fell open. Whimpers quickly escaped your bloody mouth as the blade nestled itself inside of you.

You grabbed his biceps, trying to find support as you slumped a bit in his arms.

“Shh, shh I know. I know.” It was as if Charlie was trying to comfort you as he delivered you closer and closer to death.

Blood trickled from your mouth and down your chin, falling onto his button up. “Charlie.” You gurgled.

“It’s okay. Just take your time.” He muttered, stroking your hair comfortingly.

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes. The same ones you’d stare into lovingly. Your knuckles were white as you fisted his shirt.

“Doesn’t happen as quick as it does in the movies, huh?”

His words fell on deaf ears as your knees finally gave out. He kneeled down to help you lay on the ground. “Charlie?”

He closed his eyes, a few stray tears escaping as he heard you call his name. He pulled the knife from your abdomen, closing his eyes tighter as he heard the noise of the weapon leaving your skin. “I’m sorry.”

The blade punctured another part of your stomach. Charlie audibly cried as you grew weaker and weaker in his arms.

Sidney ran down the stairs, running a bloodied hand through her knotted hair. “Jill? Jill!” Her attention was turned to the sound of a thud as Charlie shoved your dying body to the ground.

Sidney covered her mouth with her hands in shock.

“Oh good,” Jill. “You dealt with her.”

Charlie let out a strangled cry, watching the light leave your eyes. Jill started monologuing to Sidney who could barely see through the tears that invaded her eyes.

Your head lolled to one side, eyes landing on Charlie’s figure, now even bloodier because of you. He tried so hard to ignore your gaze.

“Char-“ a weak arm stretched from your side and toward your boyfriend. With no more reason to hold on, your eyes glazed over and you succumbed to death’s call.

[cosmosis]

tauro (totk) x reader 

cw. mentions of feminine pronouns, like “girl”

i decided that there is not enough tauro content!

The first time Tauro stumbled upon you was literally whilst you were draped across the dirty floor of a Zonai cave. Like a victorian maiden, you lay unconscious on the dark floors; Tauro nearly stepped on you if it weren’t for the lamp he carries on explorations. (Not that you’d mind him stepping on you.)

You were out cold, dust and dirt smeared onto your face, a journal mid-hand. You seemed to be doing some research of your own, a satchel by your side, and an unfortunately spilled bottle of water. 

Quickly, Tauro checked for your heartbeat, pulling back the collar of your shirt to gently place his fingers on your pulse point. It was slow, but steady. You were breathing; he could hear your tiny puffs within the vast silence of the cave. 

Tauro has heard of numerous adventures gone wrong, a few of his own fellow researchers falling victim to such emergencies. Lack of water, getting lost, or undernourishment were common. He took his voyage safety very seriously. 

First, warmth. A cold cave like this would no doubt be miserable for someone your size. He unwraps the sky-blue jacket from his lower waist, carefully kneeling down and draping the cloth over your body. Hurriedly, he scoops you up into his arms, shuddering at the feeling of your ice-cold skin. 

For a split second, he can’t help but stare a little at your face. You’re an explorer, just like him, no doubt. Pretty, too. He can’t wait to ask you of your studies once you’re safe and well. The man tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, further immersing himself in you. 

After shoving your journal and pen into one of his spare pockets, and slinging your satchel over his shoulder, Tauro hurries out of the cave, jogging to retrace his steps back to sunlight. He sighs in relief when he steps out into the open sun, feeling warmth melt the chill of the cave away. 

Your face is so pale, so ghastly it makes him wonder how long you were left in the cave. Any longer, and you could’ve been dead. 

Through his shaggy locks, Tauro spots a tree rested by a cliff of rocks. Perfect; a nice place to rest and heal. He beelines towards the tree, cautiously peering around the area for any sign of a threat. Thankfully, there isn’t any, leaving Tauro to gingerly set you down on the ground once more. Kneeling down, he balls up the jacket, fixing it up to be a makeshift pillow for you to lay upon. 

Thank Hylia for Tauro’s numerous pockets, fit to hold both water and rations. His friends tease him for having so many pockets, but he just thinks they won’t be as prepared when needed be. He pulls out a strip of jerky, re-buttoning his vest pocket closed. Gently, he reaches out to feel your hand, searching for any sign of warmth in you. 

Your hand is so soft, small compared to himself. How did you manage to voyage so deep into the cave alone? Explorer’s determination, he supposes. Tauro almost seems to forget that he’s supposed to be searching for your recovery, and instead starts kneading the palm of your hand with his fingers. 

With the feeling of your fingers being played with, Tauro spots your eyelids flutter. As if you’ve burned him, he retreats his hand from yours, pretending like he wasn’t even touching you in the first place. 

He watches the color slowly return to your face, and takes it upon himself to try to wake you up. A big hand tenderly rubs the side of your arm, hoping to wake you for food and water. 

Unexpectedly, your eyes instantly flutter open, similarly to a possessed doll. You see sunlight dimmed by trees, the blinding blue sky above you. You feel laid down, lightly feeling the grass beneath you with your fingers. 

Your eyes stay shut, but you croak to speak. You hear faint shuffling beside you, a sign of a person. 

“Where am I?“ You ask. 

Surprisingly, you hear nothing. But you do feel another few rubs on the side of your arm. The hand is big, rough from what you assume to be some kind of work. 

Finally, you decide to open your eyes. It takes you a moment to get fully adjusted to the light, but you do eventually. 

You see no eyes, but you do see hair. You do see a vest, chestnut skin, comically large goggles. A man, no doubt. A handsome one too. With squinted eyes, you can see his deadpan expression, and you can feel his arm try to ease you to sit up. You obey, working with him to rest yourself against the rough bark of the tree behind you. 

You watch as the man unscrews a cap from a flask, and you can hear the faint swish of water. It makes you unbelievably thirsty. In a blur, the man kneels further closer to you, tilting your jaw forward with the most caring of touches. He shows you the flask, and you open your mouth a little, allowing him to tilt the flask. Gradually, you paw and grab at the bottle, insistive that you could drink water independently. (You can’t even grasp the flask properly.)

After a few drinks, you take your fill of water, Tauro absentmindedly stroking the corner of your jaw with his thumb. It shouldn’t make you flush, especially in your condition, but he manages to somehow bring even more color to your cheeks. 

You feel like the water has washed away some of your fatigue, and you allow yourself to further inspect your savior. He’s really big, you feel like, but the way he cares for you is cute. Maybe you should pass out in caves more often. 

You almost frown when Tauro recoils his hand from your jaw, but you then realize he’s giving you food, which makes you happier. He (attractively, might I add,) tears a piece of jerky with his teeth, pressing it closer to your mouth. Weakly, you fumble the piece between your fingers, pressing it into your mouth to slowly chew on. 

“Atta’ girl.“

His voice is exactly what you expected it to be, its embarrassing how much that motivated you alone to eat your food. 

“It’s good.“ You added, feeling around for pieces stuck in your teeth with your tongue.

He tears you another, and you take it, chewing it up in slight hopes he’ll encourage you again.  

“I found you passed out in the cave.“ He mutters, and you flush a little in embarrassment. 

"Sorry-” you chuckle. “I just really wanted to log down the scripts. I’m trying to decode them.”

Intrigue sparks in Tauro, and before he can even think, words string out of his mouth like music. 

“My team and I have been researching as well. As of now, we’ve been linking the scriptures to some of our own slabs that we’ve found.”

His outburst is passionate, and you’re surprised at the hearing of a full on team by his side. It’s like he’s trying to hold back excitement, but it’s bursting at the seams. He must be very dedicated, and you assume he may be possibly working with Kakariko researchers. They’re known to be passionate of their work. 

Tauro doesn’t even know what he’s saying anymore. He’s radiating with impulse. 

“Won’t you like to come take a visit at my lab later? I can show you our findings. There’s so much to uncover...“

You realize that he has a gentle hand on your forearm. There’s a faint smile on his mouth, and you can’t help but want to peek through his shaggy fringe. What color would his eyes be? Does he have just as much of a kind smile with his hair pushed away?

He’s cute... really cute. 

“Name?“ You ask. He passes you another piece of jerky. 

“Tauro. It’s Tauro.“

You finish chewing, and you can feel his gaze on you. 

“I’d love to see your lab, Tauro.“

[annaliessse]

I can't believe I procrastinated for a week before finishing this. I wasn't able to begin writing Yves because, unlike other amazing writers, I can't really work on multiple WIPs at once. I'm way too dumb for that.

Anyway, enjoy some Chev smut.

warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, semi-public sex

𝕬 𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

word count: 850

Chevalier noticed your hesitation when entering the throne room. He found it confusing for during your time as Belle you had no problem with the said room. When he noticed you eyeing the empty spot beside his throne, it was then that he knew you were letting your mind get the better of you again.

So, one afternoon, when all petitions have been heard and all documents signed, he invited you into the quiet space. You were sat on his lap as he reads a report from Sariel. With nothing much to do, you direct your attention to your teacher’s familiar handwriting.

But Chevalier has already read the document. And his intention for inviting you today is not solely to seek your closeness.

“You’ve been avoiding the throne room.”

“… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He snickers. “You are worried about becoming Rhodolite’s future queen. And this throne room is a reminder of all the responsibilities you have accepted once you agreed to be my fiancé.”

His hand begins to slowly trail up your right thigh and he smirks at your hitched breath. Then, he begins to stroke your leg through the fabric of your skirt, his awkward touch enough to set your whole body aflame.

“I’m sorry, King Chevalier.”

“I don’t need your apology. All I need is for you to do something about it.”

He begins to stroke your clothed wetness, your skirt bunching around your hips. With each touch, he becomes rougher, and Chevalier feels you slightly shaking in his hold.

“But that is something I can help you with. After all, I can’t have my queen afraid of her own crown.”        

He plunges two fingers inside you and you moan, before hurriedly clamping your mouth with your hands, muffling the sultry whimpers that escape your lips.

“Chevalier, someone might see us."

You grip the armrests hard, knuckles white as you try to prevent yourself from humping his fingers. He sees you eyeing the closed door, aware that at any second anyone can enter. Chevalier doesn’t care; instead, he pulls your blouse and skirts off, leaving you naked and squirming in his lap.

“I am only teaching you to be comfortable with being in the throne room.”

“And how is this going to help, exactly?”

“With what I’m going to do to you, you would be too distracted to dwell too much on the politics happening in this room.” His hand moves faster, and you finally relent, thrusting up to meet his fingers. “Every time you sign a document, every time you meet a noble, and every time you listen to a citizen, all you’re going to think is the way I fucked you in this room.”

Without you noticing, Chevalier has already unzipped his pants, his cock nudging your wet entrance. You rub against him, his length slipping easily between your folds with how wet you are. He cups your breast and feels your heart beat faster, eyes constantly wandering towards the unlocked door.

Chevalier sighs, then stops. “But then again, I wouldn’t want you to forget your responsibilities and the importance of the decisions made in this room.”

In a fluid motion, he lifts you up and places you gently on the carpeted floor. Your thighs clamp together, and Chevalier’s lips lift slightly upon seeing the frustrated desperation in your eyes. Your hands were clenching and unclenching as if reaching for him, and when he stands up to zip his pants, you push him back down on the throne and straddle him.

“I thought you were worried about someone seeing us.”

Your eyes blazing, you look at him as you align his cock with your entrance. “Do I look like I care right now?”

And with that, he enters you, and you moan as you feel yourself widen to accommodate his wide girth. Chevalier leans forward, sucking your nipple and you lean your head backward, dizzy at the different sensations of pleasure. Chevalier doesn’t wait and begins thrusting into you hard. He gave it to you rough and fast, and your nails dig into his shoulders as he fucks you into incoherency.

“I’m going to have a throne made for you by the time we are wed. You will make decisions as a queen and I expect nothing less from the woman I have chosen.”

Chevalier feels you clench around him, your eyes rolling over a tell-tale sign that you’re about to cum. He thrusts faster until you were nothing more than a mindless doll on top of him. He doubts you even register what he is saying.

“But I do not want you to stress. So, every time you want to take a break from your responsibilities, you can always think about the way I defiled you in Rhodolite’s most sacred room.”

When you cum, your moans can be heard from outside the throne room. It stops Yves in his tracks, just as he was about to turn the knob to report to Chevalier. He hurriedly leaves, and when he turns the next corner, Licht worries at his brother’s alarmingly red face.

[margoisthemoon2]

Just here to talk // Silco x Reader smut

Words: IDK as always

Warnings: Smut/Lemon. PIV. Eating out. A bit of CNC. Dominate Silco. A bit detailed.

Im back again Lmfaooo. There isn’t enough silco smut on tumblr so i took matters into my own hands. This is very mature so minors DNI. Always lets get on with the story.

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You walk up the stairs of The Last Drop what once was owned by Vander now belonged to Silco. You knock in the closed door hearing a small “Come in” from the other side. You turn the knob and step inside. “I heard you wanted to talk to me, silco?” You say as you took a few steps into the large room. Silco is sitting in his chair looking at the wall swaying left to tight with a cigar in his hand. His orange eye looks at you “yes. Close the door and lock it” he states. You do as he says and take a few more steps ahead. “Look silco i have somewhere…” you begin before seeing him turn towards you putting his cigar in a drawer and getting up and hurriedly walks towards you. He stands in front of you saying and doing nothing. “Look as i was saying i have some matters to take care of i really have to go lets make this talk quick, I really cant do anything else-“ you continue before being cut off by silco lips as he leans down to give you a rough kiss. When he pulls away you sigh and look around but mainly up to make sure the blue haired girl wasn’t occupying her usual spot. “Silco please I really cant do this and i have to go” you say turning on your heal to walk out the door. But before you can your wrist gets roughly grabbed and silco is pulling you along towards his desk.

He sits in his chair and you stand there not knowing what to do or say. He reaches up and pulls your thigh a bit before roughly grabbing your waist and basically throwing you onto his lap. He uses one hand gently rub your thigh and the other rest at your waist. “I’ve been so stressed lately. There is so much going on nowadays” He says removing his hand from your thigh and rubbing his face and then taking a big sigh “im sorry to hear that” you say playing with the hem of his shirt collar. “I really just need you here with me now” he says putting his hand back on your thigh and pulling you in closer by your waist. He buries his head into your chest. “I really wish i can stay but i cant. I promise ill come back tomorrow and stay by your side all day-“ you get cut off by silco bitting your neck and him immediately almost slamming you onto his desk. You look up confused and shocked. “Stay with me” he says kissing your legs up to your thighs.

You and silco have been knowing eachother for a couple of years now. You both are heavily crushing on eachother but agreed to just stay FWB due to your different lifestyles and schedules. None of you would have time for a relationship. You cannot lie that you haven’t fallen deeply in love with silco and he cannot lie either.

“Silco please i have to go” you say watching as he reaches up your mini dress and pulls off your underwear. “Stay” he says before he hikes up your dress to your hips. The cold air brushes over your heat making you shiver a bit. You watch as silco continues to kiss your thighs getting closer and closer to your heat. You attempt to close your leg but he uses his hands to grab you from the back of your knees and spread your legs more. “Silco please i cant” you say looking at the ceiling. “I dont hear a No” he says beforehand kissing your heat. You let out a slight moan from the touch. He continues by playing with your clit with his tongue. You look down moaning making direct eye contact with the man. “You are so beautiful” he says before burying himself into you more. His long nose making contact with you and his tongue going in and out of your now soaking wet cunt. You weakly try to push him away but this only makes him hold you tighter and eat you out like you’re the last meal in the lanes. You shut your eyes feeling a climax coming “Oh god silco im gonna cum” you say. This only makes him eat you out faster. “Ah shit silco” you say before feeling him pull away and you squirt over his shirt and the floor. “I love it when you do that” he says. Too weak to get up you watch as he removes his tie, vest, shirt and then pants. He kisses you before unzipping and removing your dress and bra.

He picks you up by your waist and turns you around. “Brace yourself” he says. You obey and lay flat on the desk using your hands to hold you in place. Arching your back and putting your azz in the air. Again the cold air brushes against your soaked heat. You hear Silco jerk off a few times before feeling his hand at the base of your spine. Feeling the tip if his cock slip past your lips and quickly gets coated in your juices. Inch by inch silco slide in before he is buried at the hilt. He put both hands on your waist before pulling out a bit then burying himself again. Soon he was thrusting in and out of your wet cunt. The desk rattling hard and material’s falling onto the floor. You couldn’t contain your moans as you got very vocal and loud from his thrusts. His hand coming to close over your mouth “listen” he says you try to concentrate on everything. You hear your skin connecting with his. The wetness of your cunt as you take him and the rattling of the desk. “You hear that? Yeah. You’re a fuckin whore” he says before biting your neck. He grabs both of your arms and put them behind your back. Thrusting harder than before. “Ah fuck!” You hear him grunt. He pulls you by your arms his chest now against your back and he brings his hand around your throat. This new position makes you moan even more. “Fuck! Youre so fucking tight my flower” he says, hearing this made you tighter against him “shit im close, im close!” You hear him. He lets your arms go and puts his hands on your lower stomach. “I can feel myself deep in you dear” he says. This also causing you to grip him tighter ��oh fuck! Oh fuck! Im about to- im cumming im cumming” silco says as he pounds you a few more times before pulling out letting you go and jerking off a couple of times before his warm sticky liquid is splattered across your back.

The both of you breathing hard. Silco reaches down into a drawer and pulls out a napkin. Cleaning you up. He hands you back your underwear. “Im sorry but i really needed that.” He says, you take your underwear and finish getting dress “it’s okay. And honestly… i needed that too” you say with a small smile. Silco has finished putting on his pants but he now needs a new vest. He comes over and deeply kisses you. “Glad we are at an understanding” you say, you peck his cheek and runs out. “Im going to marry her one day” silco says before chuckling and opening his wardrobe to see a nice variety of vests and shirts to change into.

Ive been on a damn roll lately.

[shivvroys]

i know this has been done already but since u reblogged a post about it i would absolutely kill for your take on if karolina found shiv scheduling her grief instead of tom 🙏

first off, thank you so much for the ask, and sorry for the long long wait!!

secondly, i've cheated a bit - this was supposed to be a part of the fic that i'm currently writing, but i've had to cut it. I'm really fond of it, though, so I hope you like it :)

it's a much milder take than i'd envisioned, and in the context of an established relationship i definitely would've made it angstier, but i think it fits somewhat close to canon

read below <3

'Indulged child' — seven letters, starts with an S or the healing properties of the NYT Games app

Karolina steps into the meeting room, tension already melting off her shoulders, and almost trips on the poorly installed carpeting when she spots Siobhan sitting at the end of the conference table. Her head is bowed, cradled between her hands, so Karolina can’t see her face.

“Oh, sorry.” she blinks, stopping a few feet away from the table. “I didn’t know you had the room booked.”

Karolina watches as Shiv turns her head, attempting to cover the fact that she’d been crying. She wipes hurriedly at her nose, and only meets Karolina’s eyes after she’s composed herself.

“It’s fine.” she shrugs. “I’m done anyway.”

Then, Shiv rises from her chair quickly and begins clearing her things off the table before Karolina has the chance to say anything. She hasn’t brought many things: some pens, a notebook that’s been opened on a blank page, a pack of tissues, Shiv’s tablet—just enough knick-knacks to make it seem like she’d been working. Shiv’s back is turned to Karolina so she can’t see all of the table, but she knows it couldn’t take more than a few seconds to gather everything.

Still, she stays silent, watching the lines of Shiv’s shoulders like landmines, like birds about to take flight. As if reminding herself of their existence—and reminding herself to control them, she pulls her hands closer to herself.

“Are you—”

“I’m good.” Shiv cuts her off. She finally turns to face Karolina, her things now stacked on top of each other in her hands. “It’s all yours.” she nods towards the table.

Karolina takes a tentative step forward as Shiv starts making her way out of the room. As she approaches the table, she spots Shiv’s phone lying face down. She sets her things on the table, before turning to Shiv.

“Oh, Shiv, I think you forgot—”

As she calls out, the phone begins ringing. She picks it up, turning it around to see the timer notification flashing on the screen.

“Were you meditating?” she frowns, cracking a smile.

She reaches to hand Shiv the phone, pretending not to see the tiny trail of blood pooling at the base of her thumb nail.

“No.” Shiv swallows. A beat. “Crying, actually, yeah.”

She clears her throat, tilting her head as if challenging Karolina to say anything. To throw a punch.

“I—I’m so sorry, Shiv.” Karolina blinks, barely croaking the words out. “I’ll let you—”

“It’s fucking fine, Karolina.” Shiv snaps. “Take the goddamn room. I’m done.”

Her eyes are red-rimmed, and the hand she’s raised to silence Karolina is just shy of shaking.

“I’m just hiding out from Kendall.” Karolina sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “He keeps asking me for feedback on his pitch but all it is, is just—buzzwords.”

She catches the faintest smile flash across Shiv’s face, which spurs her on.

“Dynamic. Innovation. Convergence.” she coos, raising her brows and shaking her hands in front of herself like an old-timey snake-oil seller.

That gets a full-fledged chuckle out of Shiv, and when Karolina drops her hands and sets her face into a familiar scowl it erupts into real laughter. She lets Shiv enjoy this brief reprieve, before gesturing to the room.

“So please, take the room. I have my assistant blocking it as important, so it’s yours for the next hour. I can hide out someplace else.”

She doesn’t give Shiv a chance to refuse, grabbing her things and turning to leave before Shiv takes a step forwards, blocking her way.

“I’m not going to sit here and cry for an entire fucking hour.” Shiv scowls, shaking her head. Then, she nods towards Karolina’s bag and the laptop peeking out of it. “What were you gonna do while you were hiding?”

“Catch up on work, probably, I don’t know.” Karolina pulls her lips into a tight line. “Maybe a crossword?”

“Crossword?” Shiv raises a brow. She looks Karolina up and down, frowning. “How old are you, again?”

“Right, sorry—” Karolina sucks her teeth, raising a pointed brow. “I assume the last puzzle you were able to solve came on the back of a cereal box?”

“Well, yeah, because after that I got real hobbies.” Shiv shakes her head, her grinning. “What, d’you play those hidden object games, too? Look for tiny fucking keys in those weird drawings?”

Karolina looks down as her cheeks start burning. Shiv catches it, and bursts into laughter.

“Oh my god. Karolina, no.”

A part of her wants to believe she’s only doing it for Siobhan’s sake. That she’s humoring the other woman as an act of kindness—some version of an apology for not extending any kind of support after Logan’s death. But she’s apologized enough times in her life to know one rarely finds delight in the act of apology, so when her eyes meet Shiv’s and she lets her lips turn up into a smile, Karolina knows the real reason she hasn’t left the room already is much simpler—she doesn’t want to.

“What hobby should I pick up, then, Siobhan?”

“God, there’s so many.” Shiv’s cheeks puff out. “Let’s see…”

She starts listing what Karolina guesses are her ideas of a pensioner’s hobbies: gardening, knitting, pickling, making jams—getting all the way down to walking around parks and standing all still and creepy to watch pigeons.

With each finger she uses to enumerate, Shiv’s grin widens. Karolina nods her along, pretending to be impressed until Shiv runs out of ideas.

“Or just volunteer at an elderly home.” she shrugs. “I’m sure the ladies would love to have you over for canasta.”

“Mhm.” Karolina nods, pursing her lips. “I’ll think about it.”

They sit in silence for a brief moment, neither making a first step.

“So, uh, can I see one?” Shiv finally asks.

“See what?”

“One of your crosswords, nerd.” she chuckles.

“Oh.” Karolina blinks. “I mean—really, Shiv, I can let you be—” she points to the door.

“Well, I don’t feel like crying anymore.” Shiv clears her throat, cutting her off. “And I don’t feel like going back out there yet, so… Unless you’re, you know, very private about your… crosswords.”

Karolina rolls her eyes. As she turns around to rummage through her bag for her tablet, Shiv steps closer until she’s right behind Karolina. When she leans forward to put her own things back on the table her arm brushes against Karolina’s. From up close, Karolina can distinguish each thin trail of blood wrapped around the irises of her eyes, and the blue shadows creeping up from under her concealer.

In the months after her own father’s passing, Karolina remembers going through them like candies.

Each week, she would reach into the bottom of her bag and pull up crumpled up receipts for concealer, whiskey, and the occasional lottery ticket—her dad’s guilty pleasure.

She used the same numbers each time, just like he'd taught her: each of their birthdays, twenty-eight, and eleven.

On the last ticket she bought, she put down the date of his death: seventeen, three, twenty, eight, then twenty-eight, and eleven.

It won her $10 that she never bothered to cash in.

So, she knows what it’s like—the make-up, the perfectly timed crying breaks, the split ends, the furrowed brows. The way it would hit (and still does, sometimes, on rainy days) so suddenly it would leave her breathless, like something had dislodged itself within her chest and all day long she’d have go on with her business as if that horrible rattling wasn’t ringing in her ears and reverberating inside her entire body like a war drum.

Karolina knows what Shiv is going through, but she also knows that grief is like a fingerprint. That it belongs so intimately to the person going through it. Defined by the very matter of their being, and from the moment it has formed—defining them in return.

So she doesn’t offer an apology, or a hug or, worse, advice. Instead, she sits down and waits for Shiv to do the same. When she does, Karolina turns on her tablet and opens the crossword app with her upturned hand stretched out towards Shiv, palm open and fingerprints exposed.

Then, Karolina begins explaining the basic rules of crosswords.

[professionalromantic]

dark blue lingerie.

hyunjin x reader | smut

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warnings: smut with plot, p in v sex :p

unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it guys 😭) dom!hyunjin, sub reader, creampie, orgasms, edging, praising.

thats it lmk if i missed anything

mdni. smut below cut.

You and Hyunjin has always had conversations about sex, you remembered awhile back in one of those talks, he said something about you in lingerie, it was laughed off and never talked about again. Now that you realize his reasoning, you're in a beautiful matching set of dark blue lace, just for your anniversary, waiting for him to come home to you.

After getting out of a quick shower, you sat on your bed dressed in your dark blue lingerie, waiting for your sweet boyfriend to come back home to you.

*buzz* *buzz*

Your phone vibrated on your nightstand. You reach over to pick it up quickly, looking forward to Hyunjin's message. There it is. buried in Instagram notifications and Snap requests, you see his text messages.

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Hyunie <3 : my love, ill be home in an hour or two, want me to bring you food? 23 min. ago

Shit. you were in the shower when he sent that message.

Hyunie <3 : change of plans im coming home asap, i miss you, and its our anniversary anyway. i love you, ill be home in like 15 minutes 12 min. ago

You : sorry i didnt respond i was in the shower but, i have a surprise for you ;) sent just now

It seemed as if as soon as you sent that message, you heard a knock on the door.

You hurriedly get out of bed, open the bedroom door, to see the front door. You gather your bearings, and walk toward the door. You quickly reach out for the knob, to greet your boyfriend's beautiful smile and flowers in his hand. He instantly grabs your cheek and gives you a long kiss, and pulls away,

"Hi my love."

"Surprise!" You say with a heavy smile.

It only takes him another second to notice your surprise. He looks at you and smiles with that damn smug look, you back up a bit to let him in, and let him escort you to your bedroom.

You look up at him, his face so close to yours, his arms caging you on the bed, His knee right under your cunt. He grazes his hand on your exposed waist, his eyes tracing at every pattern on your lacy outfit, your face getting hotter as he adores you.

"Aw.. don't worry darling. I'll take good care of you and your precious body."

You almost moan at his words, your mouth slightly open as you look him in the eyes.

He leans in and opens his mouth ever so slightly, grabbing onto your chin with only two fingers.

You moan out softly into his mouth, and he presses his mouth against yours more roughly, your tounges fighting with eachother as he hooks his arms to your thighs, and shoves you both onto the bed.

You grab onto his arms while desperately whining for his attention, your moans trapped from his kisses and lack of air.

Your grip tightens as he moves his hand down to your clit, slowly circling in just the right spot. Your back arches beautifully as your moans grow louder, pulling away from the kiss.

You grab onto his shirt with those puppy eyes,

"Want me to take it off?"

"Please.. yes."

He makes strong eye contact eith you as he takes his shirt off, along with you unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, sliding his boxers down as he pushes his pants down, too horny to fucking care about it getting in the way.

You grab onto his cock, rubbing the tip slowly, moving your hand up and down, thumb rubbing his veins, while you continue to moan for him, continuing his hand movements on your clit, faster, you whine, eyes shut tight, your arm getting tired, too focused on the pleasure your recieving.

He leans down into you, grabbing ahold of your dark blue bra, pulling it down, to reveal your little surprises. He sticks his tongue out and only licks your nipple, but you moan like a pornstar. Loud and horny, just for this man. He spits on it, sucks on it, switching to the other as he uses his other hand to grope at the opposite. His fingers still working on your clit, as you swear you're about to cum, he takes his hand off so slowly, leaving your hips bucking into the air, your whines getting louder and begging for him to continue again.

"Needy, huh? you can take my cock can't you pretty baby?"

"Yes, please i can, just please fuck me already!"

He takes your request at heart, looking you sweetly in the eyes, as he grabs onto his cock, rubbing against your wet swollen clit, his breath gets heavier just as yours, as he pushes into you slowly, grabbing onto your waist with both hands, leaning his head back in ecstasy.

"Fuck, baby you're so fucking wet for me.. so fucking good.."

You can't even respond at this point. Too cock hungry. Your back arches onto his cock as you try to fuck yourself on him. He takes your unsaid advice, pushing into you all the way to the brim. His pubic bone pushes against your clit as he's all the way inside of you, your grip on his arm tightens as he slides out of you with ease, back in, slowly starting to fuck into you, it's so good you can't care about anyone hearing you.

He starts up faster as he puts his head down to make eye contact with you, then looking at your neck, leaning down to leave a purple hickey right in the middle, only adding to your pleasure.

His hand reaches down to your clit again, and you press onto his abdomen, meeting his thrusts with your hips, the bed frame hitting the wall every few thrusts, your moans getting louder everytime he pushes into your g spot, its so much for you, the stimulation on your clit making it even better, and looks at your beautiful face, his eyebrows pushed together, eyes now shut, as his mouth opens into an o shape-

"I'm gonna cum- fuck, please let me cum inside babygirl."

You can't even speak, trapping him inside by wrapping your legs around his waist, his movements getting faster, your whines and moans getting louder, your orgasm approaches you fast, thighs shaking as he spills inside of you, your moans shortened and loud, back arching into him and he fucks the rest out of you.

"Holy fuck."

[lovercomeback]

pure bliss (18+) | sejanus plinth

summary; peacekeeper duties have been taking a toll on sejanus. if there’s one thing you hate, it’s seeing him so upset. so, you try and make him feel better.

warning; tbosas spoilers!! (kinda), fem!reader, smut, semi-public sex, fingering, p in v

a/n; i haven’t written smut in a longgg time so please ignore how rusty this is 😭

word count; 1.4k

“sejanus?”

you had been peacefully laying in the meadow, sprawled out on a blanket and enjoying the warmth of the sun.

but when you heard soft footsteps approaching you, you sat up and watched as the boy made his way towards you.

his shoulders were slouched as he sat down next to you on your blanket. he leaned against your side, his arm loosely wrapping around your waist.

“hey,” he murmured, eyes fluttering as he kissed your forehead.

you took in his appearance, your lips curving into a slight frown as you noticed his visible eye bags. you reached a hand up, gently stroking his cheek and he leaned into the touch, a quiet sigh slipping past his lips.

“how are you, sweetheart?”

sejanus gave a small, half-assed smile, but it faded just as quickly as it had appeared. “i’m okay.” he nodded slowly, eyes on the ground. his hand reached down to feel the grass against his fingertips.

you took his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers and giving him a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

his brown eyes flickered back up to your face, looking so sad, and tired.

“i didn’t want this,” he whispered quietly, eyes closing. his bottom lip quivered ever-so-slightly and his grip on your hand tightened. “i didn’t…i didn’t want this job. i wanted to be a medic. not…not a killer.”

you shook your head, reaching up to gently grab his jaw. he looked at you, eyebrows creasing slightly. “you, sejanus plinth, are not a killer. you could never be a killer. what happened to that man, it wasn’t your fault. you couldn’t have stopped it even if you tried. they would’ve hung you, too. and i can’t have that.”

his face looked so guilty, so heartbroken as he gazed at you. after a few seconds, he nodded slowly and took a few deep breaths.

“right…you’re right,” sejanus whispered. he placed his head against your shoulder, eyes closed and he let out a pleased sigh as he felt your hand begin to rub his back.

there was a peaceful silence between the two of you. even just this, just being near him was enough to have you feeling warm. you glanced back down at him, lips curling into a slight smile as you got an idea.

“you know what always cheers me up?”

his eyes peeked open ever-so-slightly and he gazed up at you with a curious look. “hm?”

when he saw you leaning in, his face lit up. your lips parted and you kissed him. a quiet gasp of surprise left your mouth as he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap.

the kiss went from tender to heated in just seconds. the sounds of sejanus’ muffled pants and moans were enough to send waves of heat straight down to your cunt.

in the back of your head, you knew this wasn’t a very good spot to have sex. it felt dirty. but as you began to grind against the growing bulge inside sejanus’ pants, all rational thoughts left you.

sejanus’ hand slid between your two bodies, slipping under your skirt and gently pressing against your clothed cunt.

he was nearly panting as he tried his best to keep up with the kiss. his hands were quick, and somewhat sloppy, but the feeling of his thick, rough fingers against the fabric of your panties made you whine.

you pressed a hand to his chest, breaking the kiss to look at him. the sight of his swollen lips and dark, hungry eyes was delicious. the way he followed your lips, chasing that kiss was even better.

“hold on a minute,” you whispered, an amused expression on your face. you stood up, and sejanus’ eyes followed you, scanning every inch of skin he could see. he watched as you slid your panties down your legs, and then his hands hurriedly reached for his pants, unzipping them and kicking them off.

you watched, lips parted in desire, as he pulled his cock free. you’d seen it plenty of times before, but you’d never get tired of it. the veins, and the pretty, red tip which was leaking pre-cum. you thought back to the first time you’d seen his cock, and how eager you were to have him in your mouth.

sejanus looked up at you, a pretty smile on his face. you straddled his lap once more, and his hand didn’t hesitate to move back between your thighs. this time, there was nothing stopping him from coating his fingers in your wetness, and circling your clit.

it was pure bliss, having him touch you like this. the feeling of his fingers gently rubbing your clit. his hand slid down a little lower, and you let out a soft groan, eyes widening in surprise as two of his fingers slid inside your pussy.

he was nearly drooling at this point. you couldn’t blame him. feeling him inside your pussy, his fingers curling in just the right spots, it was almost enough to have you shaking. almost.

you eyed that gorgeous cock, which stood so tall and looked so eager to be touched. despite how much you loved sejanus’ fingers, there was no way you could settle for just them today.

“sejanus,” you moaned out. his lips curled into a smile. you knew how much he loved hearing you say his name. “i want…more, please.”

it took him a few seconds to realize what you were saying, but then his smile widened a little more.

he slid his fingers out of you and moved his hand to your waist, laying you on your back. the soft blanket underneath you felt nice, but the feeling of his hands spreading your thighs apart was even better.

sejanus looked so gorgeous above you, you couldn’t help but admire him. his focused expression as he coated the length of his cock with your juices, teasing your entrance and smirking when you shuddered underneath him. then, a gasp slipped past your lips as you felt the head of his cock begin to stretch your pussy.

sejanus’ eyes were closed, lips parted in a silent moan as you felt inch after inch of his cock.

“oh god,” he murmured, his head falling down to rest next to yours. he gave you a few seconds to adjust, and then he slowly drove his hips forwards.

quiet, breathy moans left you both. it was almost overwhelming, how much you were enjoying this. the feeling of his cock inside you, his soft, gentle mewls, and the way his chest pressed against yours.

you knew, after only minutes, that you would not be lasting very long. with the way sejanus was groaning in pleasure, it was clear he was having the same thought.

“sejanus,” you whispered, placing a hand on the back of his head. he groaned in reply, and you felt his hands clench the blanket underneath you.

he was beginning to move sloppier, his arms shaking on either side of your head. your hips moved with his thrusts, desperately craving that release.

“so…so good,” sejanus mumbled, his jaw going slack as he let out deep, breathy moans. your hand slid down, and you rubbed your clit in frantic circles. the sensation had your legs trembling, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as you came, your fingers soaked with your wetness. at that same moment, sejanus’ cock slid out of your pussy and you heard a groan of pleasure as hot ropes of cum landed on your thighs.

for a few minutes, the only sounds were your heavy pants. you could feel sweat dripping down your forehead, from both the sex and the sun beating down on your body.

sejanus’ eyes, full of adoration, fluttered open to look at you. his hand trembled ever-so-slightly as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. you managed a small smile, and leaned up to kiss him tenderly.

“thank you,” he murmured. a soft, breathy laugh slipped past his lips as he smiled down at you.

“for what?” you questioned, eyebrows creasing together in confusion. for sex?

“for everything,” he rolled over to lay on his side, and his arm draped over your waist. “you’ve always been there for me. you always know how to make me feel better.”

your heart leaped in your chest, and you let out a quiet giggle as you leaned into him. “well…you deserve it. i want you to be happy, sweetheart.”

the peaceful silence between you two returned. you gazed out at the meadow, your mind calm, and your body relaxed. as you admired the gorgeous view, you tried to memorize the way that sejanus held you. you didn’t want to forget a single second.

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Gijs Blom - Standing Up

Greedy kisses are pressed into your neck as he shoves you into the bedroom wall. He grinds himself slowly against you. A moan tears from your throat.

"Fuck, I want you." Gijs groans.

His hands eagerly grope your ass and his mouth finds the lobe of your ear. You moan again, tangling your fingers onto his hair. Gently you tug and he grunts in response. You begin to tug at his clothes, too. You need him undressed as soon as you can manage. "Want them off?" Gijs taunts hotly. "Yes, now." You tell him firmly. Gijs grins against your skin. "Yes Ma'am." He teases.

He undresses hurriedly. You take your time spectating.

"Don't just stand there." Gijs murmurs, once he's pulling down his trousers, standing before you only in his boxers. "Or else?" You wink at him. "Else I will fuck you with your clothes on." Gijs replies. "Do it." You smirk. Gijs grins back. "I fucking will." He growls.

He grabs you by one shoulder and turns you around. With your face pressed against the wall and his body at your back, you have no where to go. And no place you rather be.

He pulls down your trousers and panties. "No time for prep." He murmurs, nipping at your ear. You whimper loudly. "Fuck." Gijs groans. He draws his cock from his boxers and grinds against your ass. You stick out your butt, rubbing back at him. "A little more." Gijs encourages. You oblige, arching your back a little. "I can feel your wetness." He hisses.

He lines himself up in a bit of a hurry. It takes him a few thrusts to breach your core. But when he does, you moan loudly. "Fuck." Gijs hisses. He presses you firmly against the wall as he fucks you. The sounds, rising from your unison, are absolutely obscene. Your core is gushing arousal, making Gijs' slide in and out very easy.

His fingers dig into your hip and shoulder. He is giving you everything he has. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good." He growls. "Ah! Pound me, babe." You push your ass out a little more. Your core is eagerly grasping at his cock. "Damn, I think you are close." Gijs hisses. You feebly nod. "I am." You whisper. "Need a bit more?" Gijs asks. "Just a little." You whine.

He seeks out your clit, rubbing you ever so gingerly. You moan keeningly. "Oh shit." Gijs hisses. He pounds into you while trying to keep his rubbing gentle. You are pushed towards the edge. "Ah-almost." You moan. Gijs does his best to keep rubbing your clit while he resumes thrusting, carefully aiming at that one specific spot inside you.

You start to feel weak in the knees and your muscles are all taut as bowstrings. You could not be closer even if you tried. "Let go." Gijs whispers. He presses his lips against your neck. You whimper loudly. "Now." Gijs nips at the lobe of your ear. That is your undoing. The tension peaks and then unleashes in a waving motion, while lightning strikes down your spine. Your inner muscles contract on his cock. "Fuck yes." Gijs groans.

"Milk my cock baby, milk my cock." He chants, pistoning into you. You moan loudly, as he fucks you right through your orgasm. "Cum inside me." You encourage him. "I will, fuck I will." Gijs replies. His thrusts are already wavering. He's already so close. He noses against your neck and his groans become slightly desperate. "Here I cum." He manages to still sigh out, while all his muscles tense up and he spends himself deep inside you. "Hmmm, so good, so good for me." You reach back and rake your fingers through his raven hair.

Gijs leans his head onto your shoulder, panting heavily. "Thank you." He whispers, basking in the immediate afterglow of his climax. "Thank you, too." You murmur, still pulsing from your own orgasm.

[lovelybarnes]

dream a little dream of me- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: entirely fluff, just exhaustion about: a request from bestie!! PF32) person a won’t let person b out of bed by cuddling them // (PK1) sleepy kisses // (DF1) “you sleep cute.“ a/n: wrote this a while ago and if i reread it, it will never be posted so I'm sorry for mistakes

the steel of the elevator is cold against your skin, refreshing as it pairs with the warmth of the day. your eyes close with the sigh you finally allow yourself to let out, feeling too exhausted to yawn. you open your eyes as you listen to the steady thrum of the elevator, afraid you’d fall asleep if you got too comfortable—which, after the day you’ve had, even leaning on the elevator in uncomfortable clothes is comfortable.

you watch as the little numbers above the doors rise until they stop at your floor. you can only observe as the doors part, blankly staring into the familiar hallway until you realize you’re supposed to be getting off, and stumble your way out.

you're unintentionally silent as you arrive in your bedroom, appreciating your tired quiet when you spot bucky on your bed, completely asleep, his face pushed into a pillow. a small smile pulls at your lips, legs already heading towards him, but you hurriedly peel off your clothes and slip on the shirt and sweatpants bucky left on your dresser before you let yourself climb in your bed with him.

gently, you lift his arm and crawl underneath it, humming happily once you lay next to him. you’re already nearing sleep when you nudge your face into the crook of his neck, treasuring the familiar warmth he brings with him as he subconsciously moves to pull you closer.

your eyes are drooping and you’re on your third yawn of the minute while you take a moment to examine his face, eyes tracing over the lines of his face, appreciating the beauty of the man beside you. you pepper your lips over his face; gentle, light in the hopes of not waking him up. he nuzzles his face into your lips and you sigh with unwavering love, admiring the vulnerability he still shows you after all he went through.

you hope you dream of him as your eyes close.

you press another kiss to his shoulder once you settle yourself in his arms, rubbing tender hearts on his vibranium arm. cerulean blue flashes in flutters as you begin to drift off, only stopping when you realize bucky has woken up. you feel the smile on his face before you see it as it presses against your forehead, pecking your skin and squeezing you.

he whispers your name in a love-drunk verse, voice still lidded with sleep.

your eyes open again, but you’re not upset this time when sleep teases you so cruelly, crinkles joining your eyes instead as you say his name back.

“you sleep cute,” you murmur, a hand reaching to drag languidly against his cheek.

his skin pinks underneath the pads of your fingers, sweetly warm as you grin tiredly at him.

he thanks you quietly, gaze flickering from you to the clock behind you, and he groans lowly,

“i told steve i’d go train with him,” he explains, his voice hesitant.

“but you’re tired,” you excuse weakly, holding him to you. “so i think it would be best if you stayed here with me.”

he laughs, hesitantly pulling away. he plants a kiss on your lips, nudging his nose against yours before he motions to get up, laying splayed out like a starfish for a second. sensing the opportunity, you grasp it, twisting to lay on top of his chest.

“no,” you whine, yawning. “please stay.”

“i want to…”

you wrap yourself around him, locking your hands behind his back and your ankles around his thighs. “i missed you and i’m tired,” you insist, cuddling your face into his chest, his arms betraying his cause as they settle around you.

“i guess i could explain how i can’t train with you wrapped around me like this.” bucky begins to give in.

you hug him tighter. “uh huh.”

he’s not hard to convince when it’s you doing the convincing, and you peck his chest in thanks, but refuse to let go. “i love you,” you yawn, looking up at his eyes. they’re droopy again already, his face open in the way it is when he’s tired.

you dream of him when your eyes close.