#like they can keep hanging on without too much effort but it still fucking sucks man and they'd very much like to get off please

[autumnday19]

(shaking like a leaf) Yeah I’m good how about you? 

[sister-lucifer]

hcs 4 toby giving bj 4 first time :3

Toby’s First Time Giving/Receiving a Blowjob Headcanons 

Ticci Toby x Gender Neutral Reader 

A/N: I know you probably meant Toby giving a blowjob for the first time but I wrote both because i can. enjoy the double feature

Genre: Smut headcanons 

Content/Warnings: Oral sex (obviously), Toby likes praise, face fucking, Toby gets a bit rough in his excitement but he doesn’t mean it, he’s just a feral, excitable horndog, scenarios for both AFAB and AMAB readers are included, use of dick, cock and cunt to describe genitalia

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Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

Giving 

Oooohhh boy okay, listen 

He’s not exactly experienced 

Most of the people he went to high school with were incredibly put off by him and the like two who weren’t never went past making out 

He has no idea what he’s doing, you’ll have to teach him 

The good news? He’s very eager to learn 

If you have a dick he’ll try to deepthroat it IMMEDIATELY, regardless of the fact that he’ll choke like a fucking idiot, and you’ll have to practically yank him off of you 

If you have a cunt he’ll do the same thing except latching on way too fast and way too rough in a clumsy but genuine effort to pleasure you

Just hold tightly to his hair to keep him from ducking back down and gently instruct him to start slow 

You’ll have to be very detailed with your instructions, and he has no shame, so expect a lot of really specific questions 

“Should I-I keep flicking your clit with my tongue like th-that?” 

“Do you like w-when I circle your tip l-like that?” 

Etc, etc

And he’ll say it with 100% sincerity, because he really does want you to enjoy this

It takes him a minute to get the hang of it, but once he gets his rhythm he won’t stop until you’re begging him to 

It’s fun for him to watch you squirm and moan, it brings him just as much pleasure as it does you 

You can encourage him to keep going by scratching his head, running your fingers through his hair, and giving a little tug when he does something you particularly enjoy

Speaking of which, he responds very well to verbal feedback (re: praise) 

You can see his eyes light up when you call him a good boy or tell him he’s doing well 

And he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get him praise

Basically, he’s easy to train

Just keep telling him how well he’s doing, and be clear about what you enjoy 

He’s more than happy to comply 

Plus, it’s kinda hot to watch the drool and cum leak from the gash in his cheek as he eagerly laps up everything he can get from you

Receiving 

Well your first challenge will be getting him to sit still

He’s a hyperactive bastard and his excitement will manifest as restlessness 

It’s best to have him lying on his back to reduce the risk of possible injury, but he will still shake his legs and fidget with his sleeves as he watches you position yourself between his legs

He’ll try not to touch you at first because he’s not really sure what’s acceptable or not, instead opting to fumble with his fingers and gnaw on his knuckles 

He’ll be breathing heavily and mumbling to himself the whole time, before you’ve even gotten his cock out 

“I-I can’t believe you’re doing this for-for me…Y-You’re so nice to m-me…I-I don’t—fuck!—I don’t k-know what I’d do with-without you…”

And he’ll go on and on like that until you’ve sucked him so good he can’t talk 

He’ll forget his manners the closer he gets to cumming

He’ll get more and more needy and he’ll start to grab at your hair 

Unless you stop him, he’ll get rougher and rougher until he’s practically fucking your mouth, pulling and pushing your head back and forth by your hair and thrusting into your mouth 

He’ll have drool running down his chin and he won’t be able to keep his mouth shut, just completely desperate and messy

The best part is the way he’ll shamelessly beg to cum down your throat 

“Pleeeaaase, please, please, fuck—! I-It’s all I want, just let me—let me cum in your m-mouth, I need it! I-I’ve been a g-good boy, haven’t I?!”

If you don’t say yes he’ll literally cry 

But if you do, the absolute euphoria that’ll cross his face is more than worth it 

He’ll force you down on his cock as he releases down your throat, his back arching in an almost violent manner as he forces you to take everything he has to give

And he won’t let go until he’s completely done 

When you’re finally released from his death grip it’ll be because he’s gone limp, completely spent and barely conscious 

Give him a quick kiss before you go to clean up, he’ll lick your lips clean for you 

He’ll be riding that high for hours 

[seijorhi]

TREMBLE

Nagi Seishiro x female reader

a Valentine’s Day Collab

tw: yandere themes, non-con (stealthing), baby-trapping, mildly nsfw

Relationships weren’t supposed to be all smooth sailing, Nagi knew that. Give and take and ‘compromise’ and all that stuff – least, that’s what he’d been told. 

Honestly, though, he couldn’t really see the point of relationships. It just seemed like too much effort, and for what? Sex with cuddling and kisses at the end? Someone to make you breakfast in bed a few times a year and look after you when you’re sick? 

Nagi could get his dick wet perfectly fine without going to all that extra hassle. He’d get off, they’d leave, and he’d forget all about them the second they were out the door. Nagi didn’t want a relationship. 

So all of this – it’s your fault. 

You were the one who wormed your way into his head and wouldn’t get out. You were the one who wrapped yourself around him so tightly he didn’t have a clue where to start pulling to separate you two – and worst of all, he no longer wants to.

And now that he’s invested, and he’s gone to all this effort to make accommodations and compromises, now that he loves you, you’re suddenly wanting to call it quits? 

That’s not how this works.

The two of you were meant to go out tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day and while he doesn’t particularly care about that, he knows that girls supposedly do – Reo had said as much. He was supposed to go all out and take you to dinner and buy you flowers and champagne and chocolates and jewellery, which sounded exhausting. The only upside was that when the two of you got home, he’d be rewarded with a show, and all the sex he wanted. 

But no, when he’d brought it up, you’d thrown him a tight smile and told him you were fine staying in. Which really, should’ve made him happy. Doing nothing for Valentine’s Day required a hell of a lot less energy on his part. 

He’d probably feel better about it if it wasn’t for the phone call he’d overheard the other day. The one where you were complaining to your friend about how he was being a ‘selfish, clingy asshole’ who ‘refused to budge on the tiniest things’.

No wonder he’s got issues with your friends, they’re the ones putting these shitty ideas into your head. They’re the ones who suck up all of your time.

You’re gonna leave him. 

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but it’s coming, Nagi can feel it. It hangs over every one of your interactions like a black cloud threatening to burst; he’s going to lose you. 

You end up getting take-out for dinner. It’s not the cheap stuff, and you seem to enjoy it – not that you talk much while you eat. You barely look at him. 

And instead of the attention and pretty lace scraps he’d been looking forward to peeling off of you, you sigh like it’s some big fucking effort when he starts to kiss at your neck, tugging your hand towards his crotch. You’re still his, though. You might drag your feet on the way to the bedroom, but you’re not gonna say no to him on Valentine’s.

Yet somehow, you don’t forget to pant out, “Condom,” as he’s sliding off your plain, cotton panties.

Because you’re not on birth control.

You’re the one keeping track of that kind of stuff, and on certain days you inform him that he’s not allowed to cum inside unless he puts one on – and remembering to pull out is always such a drag.

Nagi huffs, rolling his eyes. Really, if you’re so worried about accidentally getting knocked up, shouldn’t you be the one taking care of this? Is it that much effort to take one tiny pill every day?

But Nagi’s trying to be good for you. That’s what he is – a good boyfriend, even when you’re not being a good girlfriend. So he reluctantly rolls off of you, yanks the drawer of the nightstand open to rifle for a condom.

Not that he really sees what the big deal is. Plan B exists, and if you miss the window for that and you do end up pregnant–

His hand stills.

If he did knock you up, you… you wouldn’t be able to leave. You’d be tied to him; a family. Nagi’s the one with the pro soccer player salary. He’s the one whose apartment you live in. You’re not the kind of girl who’d leave him if there was a kid involved. He could probably even convince you to get married before it popped out, just to make it all official and stuff. 

Not that Nagi wants a baby, he doesn’t. Not now, probably not ever. 

They’re grubby and annoying and for the first few years all they do is shit, eat and scream. A kid would suck up all your time and energy leaving him with the scraps, and he has absolutely no interest in changing diapers anytime soon, but… you’d stay, wouldn’t you, if he pretended to want it. 

You notice the hesitation, propping yourself up on your elbows, lifting an eyebrow, “Seishiro?”

Things happen in the heat of the moment. Condoms break… or slip off. 

His fingers close around the foil packet, and he swallows. He could deal with a brat or two if it meant you’d stay with him forever. 

He meets your eye, flashes a small smile as he takes the wrapper between his teeth and climbs back between your legs. “Happy Valentine’s, baby.”

[scoops-aboy86]

Just Keeping Life & Soul Together (Secret Admirer pt 4)

Steddie Week 2024, July 4: Trade / body swap / Wouldn't It Be Good by Nik Kershaw

wc: 1812 / rated: T / set between seasons 2 and 3 / also on ao3

By the time Steve recovers enough to drive home, it’s time to clock out anyway. Robin hangs back, not taking off on her bike until she sees him get in the car, and he’s had more time to think about it now. 

Robin’s outfit that she’d changed into in the employee bathroom after clocking out is an eclectic mishmash of different colors and patterns; Secret Admirer said they wear mostly dark colors. That’s not the only reason it isn’t her, but Steve can’t quite put a finger on anything else. It’s just… she has a very different vibe. 

He’s exhausted and still not feeling great, so that’s as far as he thinks about it. 

But the next morning he wakes up, still with some of that post-headache grogginess but better, and realizes that if she was telling the truth about someone in the ice cream parlor sending him that cone, Secret Admirer was there. Probably saw how out of it he was and felt bad, but not bad enough to overcome their reservations about revealing themselves. 

God, Steve wishes he could remember who had been in Scoops when his efforts to ‘man up’ and push through the pain had crumbled. He doesn’t, but that’s okay. Robin knows. 

~

Dear Secret Admirer,

Yes keep writing. Please keep writing. My head’s been killing me these past couple days and wanting to write back to you is the only thing that’s kept me going. I’m sorry I got Bilbo’s name wrong. 

So I guess you already knew I had a headache the other day since you sent me that ice cream. That was you, right? Strawberry with rainbow sprinkles? I wish you would’ve stayed. I know you’re shy or scared of me not wanting you once I know who you are, but it really kind of sucked that you didn’t. I’m not trying to make you feel bad or anything but I missed you so much even though I don’t know you. But I feel like I do know you, because you keep telling me things about yourself, like bread crumbs in that fairy tale from the book my mom used to read to me when I was a little kid but she stopped a long time ago because my dad didn’t want me to be a sissy momma’s boy. But fuck that, sometimes everyone needs to be read a story so they have something good in their head while they go to sleep, okay? I have nightmares a lot. I can’t tell you about them because I signed an NDA, but they’re horrible. I wake up screaming sometimes, only I can’t when my parents are home because my dad gets pissed and my mom gets disappointed, just like they did about how hurt I got last year. And the year before. It’s all connected and it’s all bullshit and none of it was my fault, I just happened to be there and I got sucked in and I keep getting sucked in and some nights I can’t even sleep anymore. 

You said you smoke, right? Cigarettes and other stuff. Cigarettes don’t help, drinking makes me feel like shit, so maybe I should try the other stuff. Does it help with sleeping? Do you think it would help my headaches or make me not dream so much? I’m so tired and I keep thinking that if I got some the smell would be like you’re there, since you smoke it too. I want to feel like you’re here with me so I’m not alone. Maybe if you were here the nightmares wouldn’t be as bad and I could get some sleep and then the headaches wouldn’t happen as often because you were right, they get worse if I don’t get enough sleep or if I’m stressed out. 

What if you called me sometime? 555-5555. You wouldn’t have to say anything, maybe just play some of the music that you think I’d hate and I can tell you if I do or not? Just let me talk to you? The hard thing about writing is I have to fill a whole page without any way to know what you think about any of it for at least a few days, and I guess a one-sided phone conversation isn’t that different but it would be something, right? I might like your music after all and then we’ll have something in common. Or maybe I can listen and then you can write to me about why you like it and if it’s something I didn’t think of (there are a lot of things I don’t think about on the first try, perspectives and stuff) maybe it’ll grow on me. Sorry if I’m pushing too hard but you said you wanted to give me something with all this and it was just an idea I had. You could give me new things to find out about, like with the Hobbit in his hole eating his hobbit breakfast. (I really liked the part with the glowing sword, that was awesome, I wish my bat would glow when )

Anyway. Robin knows about my headaches now too I guess, which is embarrassing. She was nice about it though and let me hide in the back until I could go home, but she probably still hates me for being King Steve. I’d write about something else but there’s not a lot going on in my life besides you.

— Steve

PS My parents are gone all this week, so if you do call it’s just me here. And you can call whenever, but maybe Friday at 10:30? You don’t have to though. Just keep writing.

~

The next time Steve goes to work, head no longer in danger of splitting open, Robin still calls him a dingus. It doesn’t feel as mean as it used to though. So that’s something. 

It’s easier now to take her jabs in stride. Before he’d just tried to let it roll off him like water off a duck, but he cautiously tries out responding in kind. 

“Your hat’s on backwards,” she calls across the parlor, smirking when it makes him reach up to check. “Made you look!”

Five minutes later, he gets her back with, “Your shoe’s untied.” When she glances down, he grins and adds, “Yeah that’s right, Buckley, two can play at this game.”

“Oh, it is on, Harrington.”

They start racing during the slow times when there are only a couple of people in line at a time, one sticking to scooping and the other ringing up while the former tries to move the second customer along before the latter finishes the first transaction. It’s a much better use of the You Rule / You Suck board, though she does still add tallies for whatever she considers Steve’s failed flirting attempts. (He’s not even trying anymore, not with Secret Admirer always on his mind these days.) Makes the ache of pining a little easier to bear; makes the day almost fun. 

“Hey, so,” Steve ventures while they’re cleaning up after close. “I have a question.”

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Robin tense up. “What?”

He feels wrong-footed already, if just that was enough to put her on edge, but he can’t stop now that he’s pulled the trigger. “Who, uh. Who sent me the ice cream the other day?”

She blinks, and once she’s processed the question the stiffness in her posture goes away as quickly as it had come. “Oooh. You think someone’s sweet on you, is that it? Admit it.”

“No,” Steve sputters back. Even he had to admit, though, that the way his face heats up immediately really undercuts the claim. 

“Tell you what.” She crosses her arms and leans back against the counter, eyeing him smugly. “I’ll trade you for it.”

“You’ll.” Now it’s his turn to blink. “Trade me?”

“Yeah. I have information that’s valuable to you, apparently, so you give me something that’s valuable to me in exchange.”

Steve scratches the back of his neck, trying to think. “I could… give you dating advice?”

Robin snorts. “Absolutely not.”

Flustered, he throws up his hands. “Well what do you want, then?”

She’s full on grinning at him now, and while it’s not necessarily malicious (which he appreciates) it’s still at his expense (which he does not). “Uh-uh, you’ve got to put your thinking cap on and come up with something on your own, Mr. Hair. It’s more genuine that way.”

“What? Nooo,” Steve groans, but he supposes he’s grateful that she didn’t whip out the ol’ it builds character that his dad threw at him when ordering him to get a menial summer job. “And I don’t have a thinking cap.”

That makes her actually laugh. “Well duh, who’s dorky enough to own an actual thinking cap?”

Dustin does, Steve thinks fondly. The little squirt is only off at camp for another week, and he really has missed the little shithead. It’ll be nice to get along with his coworker and have a friend around… as pathetic as that does make him feel. 

But whatever, first he has to figure out what Robin might want in exchange for what could very likely turn out to be his Secret Admirer’s identity.

~

Every time Eddie has seen Steve since that Tuesday at Scoops, he’s with his coworker Robin. Apparently he’s started giving her rides so she doesn’t have to bike everywhere all the time. They talk animatedly, like little kids racing from thought to thought as they gleefully mock and annoy each other. 

And it’s probably his fault somehow. Maybe knowing that Steve was actually suffering instead of suffering his own consequences had softened her up, allowed her to pause and notice the soft and genuine person underneath what remained of the King Steve veneer. Maybe it’s impossible not to fall in love with Steve Harrington. 

Whatever it was, the results make Eddie yearn to swap lives with some girl he doesn’t even know. Someone who gets to touch Steve on the arm without reproach—even if it’s more of a punch than a touch, jeez. The only relief he gets from the green monster of jealousy twisting around his heart is Steve’s letter asking him to call, so even if Robin is interested now then it seems she’s out of luck. 

Call. And not even talk, but just listen to Steve’s voice and maybe play selections from a few of his favorite albums, then spend his next letter talking about why they’re his favorites. This perfect man has managed to pluck three of his favorite things to do out of thin air and present the offer as a favor to Steve rather than, uh, only the closest Eddie has ever been to going on an actual date in his entire life. 

… If only he felt in any way prepared.

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[diary-of-an-aspie]

First Steps As Me

So here I am. It's me. I am twenty-two years old, I am a woman, and I am autistic. I finally received an official diagnosis three months ago, after two years of difficult, painful, and at times lonely research and self-doubt, and overall identity crisis.

Covid really fucked us all, it seems. I spent a year and a half locked up in my room, with zero social interaction - save for my family - and reemerged so socially crippled I barely recognized myself. The smallest things became unbearable when they used to be simply challenging. The idea of being seen was paralyzing.

It took so long to be heard. I knew and dreaded and hoped that 'autism' was the right word to summarize everything that had ever felt a little out of place or entirely wrong with me. It had to be because there had to be an explanation and this one fit just a little too well. But I was twenty years old, then I was twenty-one, and I was a woman, and I was successful in school. I was quiet, I was rule-abiding, and I was invisible. I was never a problem for anyone, never difficult to manage or requiring extra attention.

But I was also angry. I am angry. I am in pain. I ached - I still ache - for a word, a reason, to explain why I struggle so much all the time. Why is it so difficult to exist, to be seen, and to speak, and to take up space when everyone else seems to do it without struggle or even a second thought? Why can't I do it too, when it's all I ever long for?

I have Asperger syndrome. Here's the reason. Here's the word that sums it all up. And it sucks.

I feel trapped. I wanted the explanation, needed it, and now I hate it, because there is no cure. All there is, is work and acceptance, and adaptation. Never pure, simple, easy healing. There is no solution that will grant me the life that I want. I have spent the last three months reading about others, people like me, who have found ways to cope. A social life is possible, but only if your circle is limited and you allow yourself plenty of time to recuperate afterward. Interactions are tiring, after all. You can live with your quirks and your obsessions and your limitations, as long as you allow yourself the time and effort to work with them.

I don't want to rest after hanging out with a single friend. I don't want to avoid stepping on grass. I don't want to always park in the same spot because I know that I won't get in trouble if I stick to what I know. I want to sleep and breathe without noise-canceling headphones. I want to stop picking at my face until it bleeds and hurts and scars, until all I see in the mirror is the missing skin and the angry red marks that have replaced it. I want to think of something else than my current obsession, I want to be casual about my interests and be able to talk about them without sounding crazy.

I am twenty-two years old, I am autistic, and I hate it. And I feel so guilty about it. I hate the limits it imposes on me, and I hate that I might never accept myself as I am because of it. I fear, with all my heart, that I will never stop fighting against the barriers in my brain that keep me so far away from the world. I am not like other people. I will never be like other people. And I have never wanted anything else more.

I hate my diagnosis. I hate that I haven't known about it until now, that I was bullied and hated myself, and that I suffered because of it when it wasn't my fault. I hate it all, and I am so sorry that I do. I hoped the answer would heal me. But all I feel now is that I will never heal. I will never be different than what I am today, and I can't breathe. I can't do it. I am sorry that I can't be optimistic and cheerful and thankful for my diagnosis. I am sorry that I have never felt so hopeless.

[snowieluna]

The Discord I'm most active in decided to add a poetry channel. So that got me looking back through some old posts on my main. Poems and stream of consciousness and things tagged "love" that are old and even from before I married my ex.

In response to the last reblog: I probably reblogged it in anger. Because how dare he not choose me. And I guess I kind of touched on this recently, that I was most mad that I lost him as a friend. That "husband" was kind of label that I felt "might as well" about. "This might as well happen. It's expected."

And yeah the wedding was exciting, but to me, it almost felt more like a celebration of the time we had spent as friends. Like that slideshow I made. It had so many photos involving (our) (old) group of friends, (our) families. Because I had appreciation for all of them, and the memories we had made as a group.

But weddings are supposed to be ultimately about the couple, right? We had photos and cute stuff, but I barely remember anything we said in the vows. They felt almost like an afterthought. And that's what I'd do with cards, right? I'd say what I thought I was supposed to, and I thought I believed it enough. I cared, but I had to make it more "romantic" or it wouldn't be enough.

And getting back to the reblog. I thought I was choosing him. He was a good friend who I ended up in a relationship with, and I made all these other friendships through. I was content enough until he'd bring up what he needed more of. More talking, more effort, more care. And I didn't get it because I didn't care enough about what he wanted because my needs were mostly met. That sucks. I sucked. He wanted me to choose him as my most important person, but I never understood how I could ever do that. Because I cared about loads of people a lot and he had the shiny special label. Didn't that count?

It doesn't. It didn't. Because we didn't match like puzzle pieces from the clay. Because it was fun being friends and experimenting and hanging out, but I couldn't love him how he needed. I was choosing him as a friend, but I still wasn't even that great of a friend for him. (And I guess to her, too.)

You can have good intentions, but if you still hurt the other person, you still messed up. And I didn't always have good intentions. Sometimes I played around with him because it was interesting to see what would happen. I would do something I knew he didn't like. I'd say something I knew would hurt. See how much you can fuck around until they break, then cry because oops I didn't mean to go that far.

I know sometimes I intentionally did that shit. And sometimes it just happened. Like looking back, I really was manipulative at times without even realizing it. (This is what I wonder about, with possible diagnoses.) I would push enough almost as a test to see if that would be the thing to make him leave. Because I was always thinking I wasn't good enough, and "You deserve better than me," and "I'm so fucked up. How do you even like me?" But be terrified of losing everything. Losing him as a friend I thought meant losing everyone else, too.

I guess that's sort of happening? And I'm processing, but relieved since overall, it's a learning experience.

I'm realizing and accepting that I'm not a perfect friend. There's that weird back and forth between "depression me" that would think I'm completely horrible and "semi-arrogant me" that goes "You're fine. It's everyone else that's the problem." And then there's the me that's trying to be realistic. People are flawed and that includes me, and it isn't world ending. I can't bounce completely to the "You're shit and don't deserve anyone" side when I get criticism because that just puts the focus back on me. Oh hey, narcissism.

I don't keep in touch as much as I should, but I get mad at others for doing the same thing. I'm not always great at focusing on what others are saying. Whether it's because of external distractions (sounds, movement) or internal (what do I say next?, I'm hungry, this is boring but I should be polite, is that person over there thinking badly of us?, do I smell?, I'm so tired, oh wait that's interesting, ooo I want to hold onto this info, hey I have something to add, is it relevant still?, look for a pause in the conversation and check.) I'm forgetful. I get overly self-conscious, or just stop caring. (Is that what masking is? Worrying so much about if I'm doing the right thing?)

(Is that why it feels so comfortable with you? Because I really don't feel like I have to overthink when we're together, and when I do, you help ground me. It's like that YOI line: You meet me where I am. To me, it feels like the kind of love we each have is enough both ways. I think you agree? But if I'm wrong, tell me.)

Folks in my old group who still want to interact, cool. I'm fine with surface level fun, but I kind of have a guard up. Because at the end of the day, I am The Bad Guy to some of them now, and that's something I've gotta just accept and stop trying to make myself the victim, now that I'm more aware of that tendency. I wasn't great to him or her at times, and neither were they to me. He isn't the AH, she isn't the AH, and I'm not the AH. ESH in the grand scheme of things. But if she's got to make me the AH in her story, so be it, I guess. I don't know where I am with him. I'm hoping it's accepting we both were kind of shitty together.

Going through all this, I guess I worry about making the same mistakes again. I know I'm selfish. ...and my brain started spiraling for sec. Stop that. Trying to be a flawed but "good" leaning person is hard.

Okay done dwelling on this. I've been rambling for a while.

[the-void-and-the-mirror]

The past that tries to define my future

So, I have a community that's been a hobby for eight years now. I've loved this community and being a part of it. It's a lot of fun to keep playing in it, and meeting new people, and bringing fun stories together in interactions. I used to thrive on it, and I was always great at returning responses, and getting involved.

One year, I decided that I should stand my ground for something I believe in. I didn't agree with the things someone was saying in their forum. And I pushed back. Admittedly, I did not do this in a very good way. And it really, really blew up in my face. I lost a lot of people in the community that day. And every time I thought it was finally over, I'd lose another. People blocked me. And I lost a lot of faith in myself then.

Nowadays, staying in the community I still love is even still more of a challenge than I wish it would be. I push myself forward, and meet plenty of people who have no idea what happened that day. But still, it feels like I have a reputation wherever I go, and that it's a matter of time before I'm rejected all the same. Most days I can get through it, but some days, it hits me so hard that I want to start over with a brand new name, where no one would know it was me, and I could resume without fear. That would be the hope, at least.

And it aches to feel this way. I've been struggling to pull myself up by my bootstraps for years to try and feel the way I did before I made that decision. Even though I grew from it, even though everyone sees me as kind and wonderful, even though the fear is only in my head.

Living in my own shadow... kind of sucks. There was a way things were. And if I would stop getting in my own way, I could be that way again. I could get along, and thrive, and no one would bat an eye. My own feeling of failure is the only one there. No one else even thinks about it.

So, how do I get out of my own way? A dear friend of mine listened to me while I cried about this to them. How I want to start over, how I just want relief from what once was. And I was so close to doing just that. And she was trying to talk me through, and show me that my badbrain was being just that. That I don't have to start over. That the community had led to us meeting each other, and how far we've come. Then she shared with me this very clarifying post: https://knucklestheenchilada.tumblr.com/post/722379890309136384/oldmanyellsatcloud-tenderwear-found-this It goes on to explain that depression pretty much fucks with your ability to see reality for what it is. That depression seeks to make you stagnate. And that when you're depressed for too long, it cripples you into feeling the negatives of the world. But, that this is also reversible, with self-care. This made me admit that I've been struggling to see the positive and get better, despite my efforts. I still have huge fears, despite my growth, that people will hurt me when I let my guard down. And I know that also stems so strongly from my traumas. And I thought this would be so much easier a battle, but it hasn't been.

And that was the turning point. It wasn't until that clicked, that I realised I still have much to heal, that finally made me realise perhaps I shouldn't just throw it all away in the name of rebirth and relief.

I'm still struggling, just a little less. My friend strongly recommended to me positivity journaling. Which is, admittedly, something I've fought against since my traumas started. Because "positivity" came back to bite me in the ass back then. But, I also so desperately want to get better, and see the nicer things in life. So maybe it's time to hang up that dread and try this out. I don't think I could truly lose anything to this. Not anymore, thanks to a recent realisation with boundaries (which is another story for another day).

Today, I am grateful to continue my journey, and to learn a little more. And I hope that this entry finds you a safe place to realise that maybe the badbrain you feel is only that. I hope you find someone who cheers you on. And know that I'm cheering for you, as well. I believe in you.

[ddejavvu]

Andy Doesn't Know - Eddie Munson x Reader

WC: 3.3K / navi / preview / request

Summary: Eddie hates seeing you with your dickhead jock boyfriend, Andy. He'd much rather see you where you are now: underneath him. Heavily inspired by / based off of Scotty Doesn't Know

Contents/Warnings: smut (18+, minors dni), p in v, oral sex (both receiving), cheating, slight spit kink, brief choking, eddie calls reader 'princess' and 'his girl'

A/N: i dooo have a part two to this already in progress that's a threesome with chrissy so i hope you look forward to that!! beta read by @gettingrailedbyreid thank you lea for your wonderful feedback because 300 words of this would not exist without you <33

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“Andy, you really don’t need to worry! I’ve got enough money,” It takes all of your effort to keep your voice together over the phone, the receiver held so tightly in your hand that you’re surprised it doesn’t shatter, “The dress isn’t that expensive.”

“But I like buying you things.” Andy drawls into the phone, a lazy smirk surely on his lips, “And I wanna see the way you look in it. You know blue’s one of my favorite colors on you.”

Eddie’s long, slender fingers snap the pad of your powder blue panties against your cunt, the fabric stretched to the side while his tongue writhes expertly through your folds. 

“Me too.” He murmurs into you, his voice near-inaudible, but the vibrations that come off of it leave your stomach in knots.

“I- I’ll wear it to church,” You promise, “I gotta go! I see a cute pair of shoes.”

“Bye baby,” Andy pipes up, “Just let me know if you want me to pick you up before mass-” But before he can finish you’re spamming the ‘end-call’ button, hanging up before you could reveal your current compromising position.

That position just so happened to be stretched out across the folded-down seats of Eddie Munson’s beat-up van, your bare cunt to the roof as your legs are draped over his shoulders.

He took extra care to work you up for your phone call with Andy, a devilish smirk on his face when he prompted you to answer the call. 

“He’s so fucking stupid.” Eddie snickers between lithe licks at your cunt, “Can’t even tell when his girl’s getting fucked.”

“Eddie,” You whimper, torn between scolding him for calling Andy stupid and melting into his ministrations, “I- I should go soon. If I’m here for too long he might come looking for me.”

“You’re not leaving,” Eddie scoffs, spitting lewdly into your cunt and prodding his saliva into you with his tongue, “You could get up and go home right now if you really wanted to. But you aren’t.”

“I- I need to!” You struggle to brace yourself on your elbows, Eddie’s tongue delving deeper into your pussy and making you see stars, “If he finds out-”

“He’ll kill me.” Eddie grumbles, sucking harshly on your clit, “I know.”

You let out a strangled gasp at the waves of pleasure rolling through you, slumping back onto the seat. You don’t have the energy or the need to leave anymore, all that you’re focused on is Eddie and his tongue.

Soon to be his cock, by the looks of it, because his hands stop squeezing the flesh of your inner thighs and they start grappling with his belt buckle.

He manages to slide his jeans down his hips, his boxers peeling away with them. His cock bounces up to stand below his tummy, a sight that pools saliva around your teeth and on your tongue.

“Come on,” Eddie urges, “Sit up, Princess.”

You try, you really do, but you’re clumsy with your limbs and his breath is still hitting your cunt, sending shockwaves through you. All you can do is whine desperately up at him, “Eddie, help.”

He slides your thighs off of his shoulders, and they happily tighten around his waist. His hands slide beneath your shoulder blades and he lifts you effortlessly, tugging you upright to straddle his lap.

“Nice and easy, baby.” He urges you, his hands prying at your hips as you sink slowly onto his cock. He hisses in appreciation at the feeling of your cunt squeezing him, his teeth digging into his plush lower lip.

“You’re a real expert at this.” Eddie muses, “S’pose it helps you’ve got two guys to practice on.”

“Eddie,” You scold, tucking your face into his shoulder, “Don’t!”

“You do,” Eddie presses forward, tucking your calves beneath your thighs so that you can use them as leverage to bounce on him with, “Does Andy’s dick fill you up this much?”

Eddie is overwhelming. His cock stretches you, his words intoxicate you, his hands leave bruises on your hips. 

All you can do is shake your head against his neck, the feeling of Eddie practically splitting you in two with his cock overtaking your brain function.

“Use your words,” One of Eddie’s hands flies from your hip to your chin, tugging your face out of his shoulder, “Open that pretty little mouth of yours and tell me who’s better, sweetheart.”

“You.” You manage to mumble, your tongue heavy in your mouth as heat pools between your thighs, “You are.”

“Say my name.” He commands, holding your jaw tight, “Who’s fuckin’ you dumb right now, princess?”

“Eddie!” You cry out, the word slightly distorted from how firm his grip around your chin is, “N- Not Andy. Never Andy.”

“‘S a shame you gotta stick with that dick,” Eddie croons, a sick grin on his face, “You’d do so much better on mine.”

His words are proven by the searing pleasure that rips through your insides, his cock thick as it prods deeply at your core. You’re bouncing on him, barely helped at all by his hand on your waist, your strength reinvigorated just to fuck him. Your eyes are screwed tightly shut, your tongue hanging limply in your mouth as he holds your jaw.

“Tongue out, baby.” His words pry your eyes open, desperation flickering in your irises as you stick your tongue out obediently for him. His jaw shifts slightly and he spits into your mouth, his saliva spreading over your tongue and pooling around your teeth. Before you can close your mouth, intent on swallowing what he’d given you, he leans in, licking a long stripe up your tongue. You tuck it into his mouth, eagerly meshing it with his own and he closes the kiss, his lips stained with a mixture of the both of your spit as he licks sensually around your mouth. It’s obscene, you can feel drool leaking from the seam of your lips and it lands perfectly on the base of Eddie’s cock, eliciting a guttural groan from the man. He breaks away, his forehead pressed against yours as he peers at the saliva on his cock, slowly dripping down to coat his balls. 

“Spit.” He commands hoarsely, and though you long to tuck your tongue into your mouth, swallowing Eddie’s drool, you don’t. You release your mouthful of saliva, aiming for his cock and watching it drip obscenely around the base.

“Fuck,” His breath heaves, your spit probably staining his seat, “That asshole’s gonna taste me on you.”

“Hm?” You’re delirious, humming questioningly up at Eddie with shining eyes.

“Andy,” Eddie spits, the word venomous as it flies off his tongue, “Next time he tastes you, he’ll be tasting me too.”

You whine pathetically, tucking your face into Eddie’s shoulder again. The surge of pleasure through your core at Eddie’s words is embarrassing, and your lips part gently around Eddie’s skin as you pant into his neck.

“Tell him..” Eddie grunts, snapping his hips up into yours, “Tell him to tell me how my dick tastes, baby.”

There’s a surge of pleasure in your gut at his words, but you blurt out what you’re thinking instead of letting it consume you, “He doesn’t..” You breathe, “He.. He doesn’t taste me!”

Eddie’s hips don’t stop, but they slow. You can’t see it from your position in his neck, but he frowns, his front teeth digging viciously into his lower lip as he pondered how the hell Andy was able to resist burying his face in your pretty pussy.

“Fuck him,” Eddie seethes, not a command but an insult as he picks up his previous pace, “That dick doesn’t even pleasure you? No wonder you keep comin’ t’me.” He croons, pressing a kiss to your sweat-beaded hairline, “Does he even make you cum?”

You sniffle miserably against his shoulder, pure ecstasy ravaging you from the inside out, “Not always. I- I have to- to do it myself.”

Eddie groans into the crown of your head, his breath fanning over your scalp hot and heavy, “Poor thing,” His voice is raspy, his words dragged out with sympathy, “‘Gotta touch yourself ‘cause he doesn’t?”

“Mm-hm,” You hum pitifully into his flushed skin, “It- It never feels this good!”

Eddie wants to let a triumphant smirk cross his face, but he’s still fuming about the idea of you having to get yourself off because Andy doesn’t want to. So instead he ducks his head down, pressing a kiss to your heated cheek, “I’ll always make you feel good, sweetheart. If he ever quits early… y’know, doesn’t let you finish? Call me, I’ll help you through it on the phone.”

Phone sex with Eddie sounds filthy. So filthy, in fact, that you’re closer than ever to your orgasm, but you let it linger, not worried that it’ll be ripped away from you just before you can achieve it. Eddie feels safe and secure, and you nuzzle your cheek into his lips.

“On- On the phone?” You murmur, your belly swirling with desire, “What if we get caught?”

“We won’t, baby. Trust me. You promise, though? You’ll give me a call whenever he doesn’t do it for you?”

“Promise,” You nod once, his lips sliding slickly over your cheek.

“That’s my girl.” Eddie praises you, and that does it.

You’re seeing stars, your thighs trembling and your core aching as you cum. Eddie has to hold your hips, your bouncing becoming sloppy as you lose control. Your orgasm is messy, cum oozing out around Eddie’s cock and dripping into the hair there, as well as coating his balls. You can’t tell if you’re squirting, because Eddie’s stuffing you tight enough that there’s no room for it to build momentum, but it’s the best orgasm you’ve ever had, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you were.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie lets out a choked groan, the sound raspy and low, ducking his head down to nudge at your temple. You lift your head blindly out of his neck, whimpers and whines flowing from your throat in the sweetest song Eddie’s ever heard. He bumps his nose into your cheek, clenching his teeth to keep himself from cumming inside of you. You scramble off of him before he can lose control, the sudden emptiness causing your gaping cunt to contract around nothingness, and Eddie’s eyes track the movements.

“Get on your knees, baby.” Eddie pants, his cock standing stiff near his belly, “Hurry up, I’m gonna lose it!”

“No, no, Eddie, I gotta go!” You plead, “Church starts soon.”

“What does it fucking matter?” Eddie scoffs, “You’ll be on your knees either way.”

“Eddie,” You whine, white hot shame curling up in you like billowing smoke, “Don’t- don’t-”

“Don’t what, babe? You’re really gonna hike up those panties and sit next to Andy in church?” His breathing is labored and his cock is in dire need of attention, the tip flushed red, “I think if you walk in there now, the place’ll go up in flames.”

“What.. what do I tell them?” You linger by the phone, your eyes flickering down to the mouthwatering sight between Eddie’s legs.

“Tell ‘em you’re sick.” Eddie supplies lazily, “That’s what you are, y’know? ‘Bout to gag on my dick instead of going to church with your boyfriend.”

Shame fills your gut once more, but the sight of Eddie’s leaking cock overpowers it. You nod shakily, ringing Andy’s number and waiting with bated breath for him to answer.

“Babe?” His voice bleeds through the speaker, and you can see Eddie mimic him with a disdainful expression from the corner of your eye, “You ready for mass?”

“Actually,” You start, your voice conveniently raspy from the adrenaline of sex, “I went home. I’m really not feeling good, Andy, I think I’m getting sick or something.”

“Oh, sorry baby. You gonna be okay? I guess I can, like, grab soup or something, or-”

“No!” You’re not very good at lying. It’s a wonder he hasn’t figured you out yet, to be honest. “No, I- I don’t want you to get sick, and I’m not very hungry right now.” That’s a lie. You want nothing more than to swallow Eddie’s cum, keep his cock in your mouth for as long as he’ll let you, “Just go to church, hopefully I’ll make next time.”

“Alright,” Andy sounds hesitant to let you go, but he complies anyway, “Feel better, babe.”

You’re barely able to offer a meek ‘thanks’ in return, once more tossing your phone away from you the second you hang up.

“Put that lying little mouth to good use,” Eddie pants, his ring-clad fingers bunched up into fists at his sides, “I’m gonna cum soon, and I want it to be on your tongue.”

As if the sight of his cock isn’t enticing enough, precum already leaking from the flushed, red tip, his words are. Your knees scrape roughly against the seats of his van but you don’t care; no amount of temporary pain is enough to alleviate your carnal urge to drool on Eddie’s cock.

You eagerly take him into your mouth, a wanton whine escaping your lips at the taste of him. He’s musky, sweaty and sex-crazed, but you’re desperate, and it only makes you more needy. Your post-orgasm haze clings to your consciousness, your brain fuzzy as you lick and lave at Eddie’s dick. His eyes are squeezed shut, his knuckles turning white as he clenches his hands into fists. He had been mere seconds away from cumming inside of you, and the urge to blow his load down your throat before you even take him in fully is overwhelming. It takes all of the self control in him not to drown you, not to fill up your throat so lushly with his cum that you’ll be tasting him for weeks.

“Shit babe,” He pants, his voice painfully raspy as he staves off an orgasm, “You’re real messy.”

It’s true. You’re drooling, saliva once more pooling at the base of his cock and dripping lewdly onto his balls. It’s quickly become one of Eddie’s favorite sights, but it gets topped mere seconds later when you grab hold of his saliva-slick balls, massaging them sensually in your palm. His hips jerk and he bottoms out in your throat, his cock triggering a violent gag when it bumps against the back. You hollow your cheeks and tighten your lips around the base of his cock, your tongue curling wetly against the underside. He swears you’re making him explode, the gentle, rolling stroke of your tongue against his cock while your lips brush his base absolutely intoxicating. He knows then and there that he’s never felt anything as good as you, and never will again. 

In a desperate effort to get more stimulation, more of your tongue, more of your throat, more of your mouth, more of you, his hand cups the front of your neck, his fingers digging into the sides of your throat as he tugs you closer.

Perhaps it would be more efficient to push on the back of your neck, Eddie muses. But that wouldn’t give him the sinful sight of his veiny hand, fingers ring-clad and nimble, stretched around your throat. He feels it constricting under his palm, feels every shift of your tongue against his cock, and he knows he’s nearing the point of no return.

“Babe I- shit.” He hisses, pressing firmer against your throat and relishing in the choked whimper it tears from you, “You’re good at this. ‘S like,” He cuts himself off with a groan, “‘S like you were made for my dick.”

You whine around him, the vibrations nearly throwing him over the edge. But sudden rage flares through him as he remembers you’re with someone else, that your mouth isn’t just for him, and he squeezes tight at your throat. 

You let out an indignant cry, but it melts into a moan as he maintains the pressure. He’s not hurting you, he knows you’d tell him if he was, and he watches your eyelids flutter softly as your tongue presses tight against the bottom of his cock.

“Not Andy’s. You hear me? 

You nod vigorously and he grips you tighter, “Say it. Tell me you’re mine, princess.”

“I’m yours,” Your eyes shine as you mewl pathetically around his cock, your words mumbled and strained, “I’m yours, Eddie.”

That does it.

The combination of your sweet gaze locked on his, your lips stretched around his cock, your hands cupping his balls, his hand on your neck; it’s all too much. He longs to throw his head back and let his orgasm consume him, but he wants to see you. He watches as you close off your throat, his cum painting the inside of your mouth and gushing out from between your lips, It’s the filthiest thing he’s ever seen, and he feels your lips tighten around the base of his cock as you slowly pull away, licking him clean as you go.

Once his cock is out of your mouth your cheeks are bulging, probably more full of air than cum but he appreciates the dramatics. There’s a smear that drips lewdly down your chin, and Eddie swipes it off of your skin with his rough thumb.

“Swallow.” He commands, and you obey instantly. The feeling of his cum sliding down your slick throat warms your belly, the perfect cherry on top to the orgasm you’d had only minutes prior. He holds his thumb out in front of you and you eagerly take it into your mouth, your soft cushy tongue sliding over the pad of his finger.

You lick him clean, and yet he’s never felt so dirty. He presses roughly against your tongue, pinning it to the bottom of your mouth, and he feels drool pool around his finger.

“Y’got all of it, baby?” His voice is much softer now that he’s coming down from his high, and you nod eagerly at his gentle tone. You let his thumb slip from between your pursed lips with one last swipe of your tongue over his skin, then a pop as it leaves your mouth. Eddie grins softly at the sound, leaning in to press a kiss to your still-puckered lips. You hum into his mouth, your noses brushing. When he breaks away it’s with a grin, his tongue slipping out from between his lips to glaze over them. 

“You taste good.” He hums, and your tummy flutters softly, “You taste like me.”

You’re well aware of the lingering traces of Eddie’s orgasm still sticking to your mouth. The taste isn’t unpleasant, though, and you hum contentedly, “Yeah.”

He laughs at your dreamy sigh, reaching for the panties that were pooled at your ankles.

“C’mon baby,” He urges, gently pulling them up your thighs, “‘Gotta get goin’.”

“I don’t want to,” You whine, pressing your face into his neck and kissing gently at the skin there.

“I thought you had to make church,” He teases lightly, his thumb and pointer finger pinching at your side. You flinch away from the teasing contact, groaning, “Eddie, stop!”

“Oh, please.” Eddie gripes, “They’re gonna figure us out soon if you keep stickin’ around.”

“I know.” You admit resignedly, “I just don’t wanna leave you.”

There’s a momentary sweet silence that falls after your admission, and you’re worried you’ve put too much meaning behind your bizarre hookup. But then Eddie is leaning forwards, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of your lips.

“There’s always next Sunday.” He soothes you, his brown doe eyes flicking between your glum ones, “Same time and place?”

“Same time and place.” You tug your skirt down your thighs, peering timidly out of the grungy windows of Eddie’s van to make sure no one is watching. The coast looks clear and Eddie pops the trunk, something forlorn in his eyes as he watches you slip out of his van and back onto the ground. But it’s gone in an instant when you turn around, your skirt billowing around your thighs, “Bye Eddie, drive safe!” 

He grins fondly at your cheery wave, the gesture seeming out of place for someone who'd just been screaming his name minutes earlier. He waves back, offering you a cheeky wink before you turn around, “Send my fondest regards to Andy, babe, and don't forget to call me.”

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[miekasa]

mie.. i’m going into another eren phase.. so can you pls tell me your fav boyfie eren hcs…

Yeah, why not. I have so many random ones because he is my boyfriend <333 so here you gp

sfw

Eren doesn't actually work out all that often. He’s always been athletic, so his exercise comes in the form of playing sports, but he doesn’t really go to the gym outside of playing/practice.

Loves cake pops, more often than not “treats himself” to one after an exam or assignment, or whenever he feels like it lmfao. He basically eats it all in one bite, keeps the stick in his mouth to fidget with until he finds a trashcan. 

Likes seeing you in his hoodies because, well, it’s his hoodie on you; but mostly because of the size of the actual hood on you. He thinks it’s so funny but also pretty cute how the hood alone swallows you up. 

Grocery shopping with you is one of his favorite activities. He rarely goes by himself—if not with you, then with Mikasa or Armin—and all he really does is follow you around the store and occasionally put some stuff in the cart, but he still loves it. He likes running and then jumping on the cart like it’s a scooter. 

No matter how many makeup tutorials he watches, or how many times he watches you do your own makeup, he doesn’t really understand how it works lmfao. He likes watching it, and he thinks you look pretty if wearing makeup is your thing, but he baffles him how a little tube of concealer brightens your under eye.

Speaking of which, he sits criss cross applesauce either on your bed or on the toilet if you’re in the bathroom, while he watches you do your makeup. Counts the steps in his head, always confuses the contour and bronzer. It’s okay, he’s learning. 

He both likes and dislikes FaceTime. He likes the convenience of it (and will abuse it by calling you even tho you’ve just barely left his house), but he would much rather just go and see you; so he does. Unless there’s something keeping you apart, Eren will make the effort and the trip to go and see you, even if it’s late at night. 

He gets warm very easily, but always has some sort of coat/outerwear on him, even if it’s just a light windbreaker. He usually ends up hanging it over your shoulders or telling you to wear it because you “look cold” when he wants to take it off. 

He walks just like a half step behind you; technically still by your side, but trailing you by the tiniest amount. That way he gets to be with you and watch you, and also steer you away from anything/anyone else he sees ahead while you’re walking. 

If he notices your shoelaces are untied, he gently pokes your shoulder to get you to stop, then bends down and ties them for you. 

His phone case is brown leather, and has your initials engraved at the very bottom in a very tiny, dark green font. 

Likes walking around with you at night so congrats on having your own personal guard dog for Safety lmfaoo. Sometimes you guys don’t even talk; he just wants to hold your hand and wander around, and just be with you for a little bit. 

He is the one putting hair ties on YOUR gear shift and around YOUR wrist. Marking his territory lmfaooo

Learns to like coffee in college, and learns your Starbucks order pretty quickly. He’s got a very small addiction, but he always buys you a cup when he gets his own, so at least it’s beneficial for you. He doesn’t usually have much an extreme sweet tooth, but he takes his coffee with quite a few pumps of syrup and/or sweetener. 

Eren loves hugs, and once he starts getting them, he refuses to go with out them. Back hugs are his favorite, whether it be you hugging him from behind, or him doing it to you; either works for him, both feel like heaven. 

You know when it’s time to head home after a party/hanging with your friends because Eren will drape himself over you and gradually apply more of his body weight the more tired/drunk he gets. Regardless of whether or not he’s sloshed, he’ll still press very light and innocent kisses onto your neck and ears. 

Turns out he really likes getting kisses on his cheeks. It always takes him by surprise; his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise just a bit, but he usually evens out his expression before you pull back, so you don’t see. What you do see is the sorta glazed over, happy look in his eyes, and if you look closely, you might see his pupils dilate, too. 

He actually doesn’t mind reading, he just never thinks to read in his free time. When he does remember, and what he’s reading is interesting to him, he finishes the book pretty quickly—a few days, maybe a week at most—it’s kind of impressive. Then he goes on to not look at another book for a good five months lmfao. 

Asked you what detergent and fabric softener you used on your sheets, then bought the exact same products to do his laundry with. 

He picks you up pretty often. It’s not always tossing you over his shoulder, or carrying you bridal style, but if he needs to get to something behind you in the kitchen he’ll just. Just pick you up, turn, plop you down, get what he needs, pick you up, turn around again, and plop you right back into place. Like a doll. 

Actually very good and very meticulous when it comes to cleaning. Not a single hard water stain in sight on your dishes. Sparkling countertops and tables, your oven has never looked shinier than when he’s done with it. 

Doodles on his notes when he’s bored in class. Doodles on your notes if he’s bored in class and you’re there, too. 

He claims to not get jealous easily, but he definitely does. His methods of dealing with it are either to (a) pout (usually only happens when he gets jealous of someone you’re telling him about), (b) find an excuse to pull you away from this other person, (c) be extremely cold to this other person, (d) pretend to be sick/tired/hungry as an excuse for you to be concerned about him/dote on him in front of this other person (this is his favorite method). 

Will push your phone down/into your face if you’re laying down using it or just scrolling through your feeds. Thinks it’s peak comedy, always runs away with a little shit grin on his mouth. 

He’s always tuned into you, and sometimes physically turned to you, even in a larger conversation with other people around. Finds a way to pull you into the convo if you’ve been on the quieter side, nudges at your side under the table to bother you when you’re distracted, frequently looks at you even if someone else is talking. 

nsfw/suggestive

Eren really likes lazy sex, and it’s arguably one of his favorites; and for someone who’s not a morning person, he sure does like morning sex. He does this thing where he wakes up at like eight in the morning, starts feeling up on you, and eventually very lazily fucks you before you even have the chance to say good morning, then crashes and sleeps for another two hours. Sometimes he doesn’t pull out. 

Always gets hard when you do try on hauls of the new clothes you’ve bought; whether it be via FaceTime or in person. You could be showing him your new sweatpants, and he’ll still find it sexy. 

Can and will find time to grope you whenever possible. Getting water from the kitchen means you’re getting your ass smacked while you open the fridge. Putting on your shoes also means you’re getting your ass smacked when you bend over. Standing around debating on what to wear for the day means he’s coming up behind you to put his hands on your boobs. Doing your skincare routine in the bathroom means he’s got his hands on your hips squeezing at your skin. 

Likes being bitten. Will tell you to bite him; he’ll lean down while he’s fucking you, smile wickedly when you grab and claw at his back, and you’re gasping against his shoulder, “Wanna hurt me? Go ahead, baby, do your worst.” 

He loves making out with you, even if it doesn’t lead to sex; actually, sometimes, he prefers it that way. You make his head spin just by kissing him, and there’s a special kind of bliss of just rutting against each other without fucking that he loves. 

Lovesssss taking mirror selfie’s with you on his lap and your back to the mirror, especially right after sex. Your head resting on his shoulder and he just barely murmurs, “Stay right there, don’t move.” Might start a collection of pics like that.

Tugging on his ear acts as encouragement, but somewhat surprisingly, that sole action doesn’t necessarily turn him on; it doesn’t turn him off, and he likes it, but it’s more... soothing? than sexual to him. What you should do instead is put your hand on the back of his neck/touch the hair near his nape. 

He could have done all the work, but will still wrap you in his arms and kiss your head and tell you how good you are, how good you were to him. He really does think you fucked him 9/10 times and takes pride in it too lmaooo

Holds your jaw open with one hand, presses the index and middle fingers of his other hand against your tongue, and watches your spit pool around him. He exhales slowly at the sight, moving his fingers around to coat them evenly before pulling them out of your mouth and separating them; watches a thin line of spit connect them and groans. 

Holds you jaw a lot, actually: when you’re kissing, when you’re blowing him, when he’s on top and fucking you, when he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll pull you up with one hand, use two fingers and turn your head to the side so he can kiss you. 

It’s him that kinda loses it first most of the time; that gets that fucked out, hazy look in his eyes, that makes everything feel like too much so his head drops to your shoulder and he resorts to biting at your neck to further stimulate you. 

Likes sucking on your tongue when you kiss. Falls in love with you all over again on the spot when you do it back to him. 

You could just barely put your hands on him and Eren will groan, mutter about how you’re so sexy and how badly he wants to fuck you. Could just lay back with your chest heaving from kissing him and he’s got hearts in his eyes and his dick is hard. 

[unohanadaydreams]

I really just wanna sit on kenny's face with his massive hands around my waist 👉👈🥺

omfg his fucking hands. he’s so huge. 6′7 and built like a fucking brick wall.

Features: Smut, 69, biting, blood, bruising, and Big Hands. <3 this shit is not edited bc i wrote it in a haze bc omfg.....Kenpachi with his massive hands around your waist....

Like, even when you’ve been nervous about it, you’ve never doubted Kenpachi could handle the weight of you on top of him. He’s huge, built for war against hollows over triple his size. And Kenpachi plays like he goes to battle.

The way he can lift you onto his face, like your weight means less than a sword, and slide you into position with his hands spanning your waist and hips already has you shivering.

There’s no amount of circling your hips that will change his pace or urge him to hurry. Kenpachi lifts you and nips at your thighs for trying. He’s always been one to savor, to draw things out until you’re worked up--as eager as he is to engage.

He isn’t dumb; he knows the difference between battle and sex. But, Kenpachi never gets the battles he deserves, they’re always too far and few between. You, however, are so close by. So available.

The wet of his spit and your desire wet his face more thoroughly than sweat and your cries are louder in his ears than the bellows of his subordinates during training. His heart beats fast, hands gripping you tight, like he might be able to fully sink into you. To keep this moment going longer than it will. Your body and his dancing in the same strides, wanting an ending without wanting everything to end.

You grind down on his face, close to collapsing forward, and your hands fist over his fingers, chasing that molten heat his tongue is so, so, close to releasing. Even when he goes slow, Kenpachi is intense, taking your breath and better sense. You still encourage him with shaking thighs clenching his head harder and a broken voice calling loud enough to reach his muffled ears.

Despite your best efforts, you’re still just on the edge, his long tongue taking advantage of your sore clit and the smooth, puffy line of your pussy. You’re so worked up, you feel him grazing your heart beat in between his teasing swirls inside of you, his tongue too tactile to be dragged deeper than he wants, no matter how firmly you clench down on him.

Falling over, your hands scramble for the large tent wetting his hakama. Kenpachi’s hands are still firm on your waist and your bending makes you wheeze.

But maybe, maybe if you just push him a little. He’ll give. He hardly gives anything to anyone but your hips are bucking like you’re being zapped, the electricity of your pleasure driving you to try.

Moaning over his cock, you skip any gentle teasing and suck with hollowed cheeks, taking as much as your throat will allow. His hold on your body slides down, until the meat of your hips are squished between his fingers enough to hurt. Your hands on his thighs, the only thing holding you up, keeping you from choking on the girth of his cock, almost give as his tongue probes into your pussy.

The sensation is too intense to give anything back, all of your focus tangled between his mouth and your hands on his thighs. You’re just moaning on his cock while his tongue wriggles and smooths over your fluttering walls. He’s still teasing the high out, prolonging your tight muscles from gaining their sweet release.

Your spit trails down his cock and soaks his hips as you keep his hard length in your mouth through it all. The vibrations of your words and the licking of your tongue trying to form words around him are all you can offer in your stupor.

The tip of his tongue is circling that spongy patch of nerves that draw your pussy tight around him, walls clenching so fast that it’s almost one long squeeze, his long fingers crushing your body against him.

Tears pricking your eyes, you cry as he leaves you empty, and choke as he gives your clit one small nip before sucking soundly, your pussy squeezing nothing as you come in one hard moment that sparks again, and again, and again.

Hands skimming back up, he pulls you away from suckling on his cock and sets you on the bed, your waist feeling bruised as you lie, exhausted, on the cool sheets. Still, your hips haven’t quit twitching and the sight of his dark and bobbing cock urges you to sit up.

“I want to take care of you too,” you insist, your voice a soft rasp.

Kenpachi grins, the edges of his lips splitting his face as he splits your legs to hang open. “Naaaah, I think I’ll do it myself and watch you squirm some more.”

The wet on his face slides down his chin and drips to your chest, making you shiver. He settles between your legs, kneeling, one of his hands spread over you stomach as his other slides up and down his cock.

His eyes sharp, he drinks you in as fully as he did with you writhing on his face. Edging himself to the sight of you wanting to rush him again. Whining for him to come closer. Come inside. Wanting more, despite the tired droop of your eyes.

It’s nice how insatiable you get. How thoroughly you ignore when you’ve been beat. You sit up, biting at his arm, your hands trying to tug the hard lines of Kenpachi’s stomach closer, to slip down and take his cock in your own hold.

He cums, chest rumbling, as you fight him, your teeth breaking skin in your frustration.

He likes that. Likes that his big hand pushing you back down, his other arm raising so he can lick the blood you’ve drawn, doesn’t stop you from trying further.

Kenpachi leans down, kissing his blood in between your lips, and your legs catch around his hips, meeting over his back. Because you always want to keep going, just as much as he does.

[iambilliejeanok]

I just read the dick appt and LORRDDD THE WAY YOU WRITE ABT SHINO HAD ME BLUSHING!! I was wondering if you have any Gaara writings 😳 I tried lurking for some but I couldn't find any 😔

Parings: Gaara x reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, slight ddlg, slight dumbification, overstimulation and language.

Gaara Sexy by Irethiss on DeviantArt (image credit)

You had just finished all your important paper work, setting out the ingredients to the dinner you were about to prepare since your husband would come home a little late. Being a Kage really meant a ton of work for Gaara as well as yourself as his advisor. Tonight was your turn to cook you figured, turning off the water that filled up the big red pot to the top. Spilling some out you heard the door open, quickly placing it down to go and greet your husband. Speed walking to the door, you were trying not to run in excitement since you hadn’t seen in two long days. Without warning you jumped onto him, but he was prepared for it, his arms wide open to catch you in them and return your loving embrace. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent he loved so much with arms wrapped tight around you. “Gaara I missed you!”, you spoke, backing up a little to look at his beautiful face, glassy green eyes piercing your own. “I know sweet heart. I missed you too”, he said, your thumbs running along his warm cheeks as you cradled his sweet face in your hands. You leaned in for a kiss, your ass in his hands the only support you had, wrapping your legs tightly around him as he attempted to deepen the kiss. He grunted into it, causing you to back up in confusion. The minute you looked into his glossy eyes you knew why he grunted. He looked very frustrated, the furrow in his brows intensifying the atmosphere between the two of you, making you feel a little nervous and small. Your hand nervously fidgeting with his red cloak, you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes on his own. The sinister look in his eyes forcing you into complete sub space. He gently place you back down, his height now making your feel a little vulnerable. His large hand came up to rub his chin, slowly licking his lips before he spoke. “Will you be a good girl for me tonight?”, he asked, his index finger tracing a line down your breast, roughly flicking past your covered nipple before continuing further down to press against the magic button between your legs. You couldn’t shake away how quickly you were falling deeper into sub space, your pretty big brown eyes desperatley looking into his green ones for validation. “Yes daddy”, you breathed, his face never changing its serious and intense look. His other hand came up to gently palm your cheek, his thumb running across your juicy lips as he bit his own. “Good girl. Im going to take a quick shower. Will you be ready for me when I’m do ne baby?”. “Yes daddy”, you eagerly responded, happy to be his good little girl tonight.

Saliva ran down the insides of your cheeks at the thought of his hard member inside your mouth. You couldnt stop yourself from swallowing, thinking about twirling your tongue around the tip before softly sucking on it. Your favorite thing to do when you’re giving him head. He stood before you, nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his slender waist. You were seated on the bed, completely naked and ready for him like he taught you. The look on his face wasn’t as intense as it was earlier, a small smirk pulling at his lips while his long fingers pulled at the cotton material around his waist, revealing his hardened manhood. You couldn’t help but swallow, watching him wrap his hand around himself, slowly pumping. He was standing right in front of you, one hand caressing your face while the other worked on his thick shaft. His thumb ran along the tip, lubricating it with the precum that slowly oozed out. He bit his lip, your cheek in his palm and his thumb exploring your pretty mouth. Lightly sucking on his thumb, a small moan left your mouth, one that wouldn’t of been heard if he wasn’t paying close attention you. The small smirk on his lips didn’t hide itself from your desperate reaction. You were eagerly sucking on his thumb, as it teased your mouth, slipping out to run across your plump lips before plunging into your sweet mouth once again. Watching him play with himself was proving to be a little difficult right now, a low moan from him causing you to shift around a little to ease the intense throb you felt between your legs. He watched the way you sucked on his thumb, your hands resting on either side of you, lightly gripping the sheets with your eyes set on his delicious erection. His thumb left your lips to grip your face so you would look up at his face and not his dick. You couldn’t stop yourself, the throb between your legs now hurting you. “Daddy can I suck on it”, you pleaded, your shifting slightly irritating him but the desperation in your eyes turning him on so much more. “Whatever happened to your manners pretty?”, he questioned, his thumb forcing its way deep into your mouth, roughly pressing down on your tongue, making you whine. “Ask properly”, he demanded before pulling his thumb from your mouth. “Please may I suck on your dick daddy”, you pleaded, a little whimper between your words making you sound all the more needy for him. He absolutely loved it when you were all mushy for him like this. “No”, he simply said, your heart skipping a beat in utter disappointment. “But…daddy…please. Just for a little, I promise I’ll be g—”, your whining was cut off by him flipping you over so you were face down on the bed, the lower half of your body hanging off the bed whilst your face was buried in the sheets. “What’s the matter baby girl?”, he asked, teasingly running his hand up and down your thigh, noticing a little juice dripping down the inside of your thigh. “Baby, you’re really needy tonight aren’t you?”, he teased “Daddy!”, you whined, feeling very desperate to have him touch you already. His hand landed on your round ass, forcing a squeal of surprise out of you. “You know you’re supposed to use your words pretty”, he spoke, his face serious once again. “Please can you touch me. I really need you”, you whimpered, the feeling of want deep inside of you nearly burning you from the inside out. He felt really good inside, glad that you still wanted him just as much as he wanted you. His hand came up to cup your pussy, a grunt leaving his lips at the feel of how wet you were. He lifted you up on the bed with the hand cupping your pussy, lightly spanking it before flipping you over so you were cradled in his arms. His eyes never left yours as his middle finger gently slid between your folds, soaking it in your wetness before finding your clit to rub some light circles on it. He knew exactly where you needed the stimulation, keeping the pad of his finger right on your exposed clit. You bit your lip, fingers running your hand through his red hair while the other ran along his muscular chest.

Leaning in for a kiss he sunk his middle finger that stimulated your clit deep inside your pussy, before pulling back a little to start rubbing your g spot. A deep moan left your lips at the feel of his finger sinking into your heat, your eyes never leaving his as he slowly picked up the pace, going from steady and slow to rough and fast. His thumb pressed against your clit while he mercilessly fingered you, swallowing your high pitched moans in the passionate kiss he unleashed upon you. Before long you were unable to return the kiss, your moans turning into low screams as you were quickly nearing your peak. You were so hot for him that it didn’t take much effort on his part to make you cum, your juices running down is arm as you came all over his hand. “Fuck”, he grunted, admiring the way your gorgeous body convulsed right in his hold. “There you go baby. Does that feel good?”, he groaned, his face so close to yours as you gripped his hair and shoulder while you came. You felt so good as he continued fingering you, this time adding a second finger to torture your g spot, his thumb still pressing your clit in tight circles. “Daddy!”, your cried out, your eyes rolling to the back off your head as he continued stimulating you, doubling the intensity of the orgasm that quickly crept up on you, his fingers didn’t change pace once, maintaining their fast and rough motion on your womanhood. Unconsciously, you brought up a shaky hand to push against his as you came undone once again. The pleasure intense enough to pull your body into a fit of shivering, your throat now a little horse from moaning so much. “One more time”, he spoke loud and clear for you to hear him, nothing but a loud whine coming from your plump lips as he slipped two fingers inside of you again. You were usually good and saw everything he did to you through so he knew you’d take this third orgasm pretty well, this time laying down and spreading your legs open so he could taste you. “Mmm baby, you taste so good. Come on my face baby”, he spoke, a little muffled from trying to eat you out at the same time. He immediately went for your clit, sucking on it hard enough to cause you to scream, his fingers still plunging deep inside of you, stroking your g spot until you shook uncontrollably, juices squirting from your pussy and dripping down onto the bed as his mouth remained glued to your clitoris. The sensitive nub still be sucked on while juice dripped into the sheets. You couldn’t stop screaming, crying out his name and different curses as you tried your best to be good for him. It pleases him whenever you last through overstimulation without a fight. You wanted nothing more than to please him, so your body couldn’t stop shivering and jerking as he ate you out and finger fucked you through your third orgasm. He finally came up, pleased with how good you were for him. “You’re always so good for me baby. I love you”, he spoke, repositioning you so your legs were spread wide open for him. You were so far gone, still overwhelmed from your third orgasm to notice him burying his thick and hard member deep inside of you. You almost came again, the pleasure now unbearable as you felt him push against your cervix, immediately setting to a hard and steady pace, deeply penetrating you with every thrust. You couldn’t hold back the tears in your eyes, he just filled you up so good, forcing you to cry as he pounded into you. “You’re so sexy, trying to take daddy like this. Is it too much for you baby girl? Is daddy giving you a hard time?”, he teased in between decorating your smooth skin with nasty hickies. You were beyond your ability to control yourself at this point, wondering if you’d be able to last the night without passing out. You were just so cute, all dumb and completely submissive, letting him force orgasm after orgasm out of you. You really stole his heart. Everyday he spent with you made him feel like he was falling deeper into the abyss of pure love.

Tomorrow you two would cuddle the morning away, have breakfast and maybe go another few rounds since you both had the day off. He would do anything and everything for you. You were his sweet princess’s and would always be.

[moonctzeny]

champagne sins

pairing: socialite! johnny x fem! reader

genre: smut

word count: 1,714

warnings: alcohol consumption, slight voyerism, slight degradation

a/n: I blame @sehunniepot for this

general taglist: @naomis-sins , @slightlymore-main , @jjaeyoonoh, @ichbinschnappi, @infnteen , @markresonates , @babyksworld

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You love the way your new designer dress hugs your figure tonight, sparkly fabric reflecting the light and making everything around you glow. You love the way the champagne bubbles tickle your tastebuds with their sour taste, on your third glass already and with no intention of stopping anytime soon. You especially love having Johnny eat you up with his eyes from the other side of the room, his honey-colored stare having an iron grip on you.

Letting your body move on its own accord and with a wobble in your step you walk over to where he’s standing, large body resting sideways on the decorated wall. Johnny’s a socialite, yet if you asked him what he did for a living you’d get a different answer every time. He’s a DJ at the biggest club in town, he’s a reality star, he owns real estate. Maybe he’s one of those pretty boys you pay handsomely to loop your arms around for the rest of the night.

And you don’t blame anyone that would want to have Johnny like this, hard to resist with this combination of tall height, dark locks, and even darker intentions. Tonight, he looks more expensive than all your jewelry combined with those leather pants that melt right over his thighs. He’d left the top button of his satin shirt unfastened, teasing you with his smooth, tanned skin, and you take the first leap of immorality by loosening the second one yourself. You’re endlessly jealous of those pearls for getting to loop around his neck.

“Undressing me before even saying hi?”

“Hi. Now can I do one more?”

He chuckles and you take it as a sign to hook your index on the third buttonhole, revealing the top row of his abs. They’re covered in small glitter particles from last night’s fun and you envision the masterpiece you could create with just some lipstick and your fingernails. A sweet smell hazes your mind further, a mixture of his cologne and that caramel-scented e-cig he likes nursing so much.

He hums while still frustratingly keeping his hands to himself, towering over you with his broad shoulders and crushing the surge of confidence caused by the liquid courage, “What has you so naughty tonight baby girl?”

“You”

He loves having people inflate his ego and you know how to take advantage of this fact very well. He pushes back his long bangs with his hand, wet from the heat in the penthouse and finally pulling you closer with the other. His rings dig right over the dimples on your back, just low enough to toy with what’s considered inappropriate in a room full of people. Not that anyone cares, really; everyone is high on the substance of their choice and Johnny is just simply your favorite of vices.

“Naughty, naughty girl”, he muses and you follow his lips like you’re hypnotized, enjoying the degrading way he kisses his teeth.

“You know, when you pretend to be all righteous it makes me wanna fuck you even more”, you bite back and something changes in his eyes, pupils expanding like a big black hole that’s about to swallow you entirely.

His fingers leave his scalp to now grab onto your jaw, thumb hindering the blood from going to your head and forcing you to look away from the tattoo on his chest. You’re so close now that you notice his tongue is toying with some blue-colored candy, its original spherical shape now being a mere wafer-thin piece of sugar.

“You didn’t have a mouth this dirty last time I saw you”

“I thought you loved my mouth”

He grins at your wits, flashing you the same million-dollar smile that gets him free drinks and pretty people at his feet at all times before finally planting his lips on yours.

You think that out of all Johnny’s beauteous features, his lips have to be your favorite ones. Bow shaped and soft, they beg you to suck, nibble, and bruise them, the other party invitees be damned. His right hand, previously resting on your waist, is now grabbing your ass shamelessly, and he takes advantage of the gasp you let out to press the remaining candy against your own tongue. You’re so preoccupied with the way he twirls in your mouth that you’ve pliantly allowed him to corner you between the wall and his body, and when he starts to lick right over the middle of your throat you don’t know if the room is spinning because of the champagne or him.

“Fuck”, you mutter as your half-lidded eyes stare into the ceiling, a familiar hardness poking the top of your thigh.

“Language”, he scolds you against your skin, with a tone so cold you don’t know how it spreads so much warmth to your body, “Good girls don’t swear”

“What if I want to be bad?”

“Follow me”

“Follow me”

You weed your way between the groups of beautiful people, grabbing a glass of champagne on the way, until you reach what seems to be the door to the party thrower’s office. A big “DON’T ENTER” sign hangs from the knob and Johnny throws it to the confetti-filled floor without the slightest guilt, leading you inside the study.

It’s a spacious room, with full-length windows and a mahogany desk placed in front of a filled bookshelf. You don’t even manage to ask him where he wants you when he starts ravaging your neck again, his big body making you backtrack to the reclining leather chair in the end of the office. Unadulterated arousal pulses through you with every bite he leaves behind, and you push him down onto the seat, momentarily enjoying the view of him sprawled like that just for you.

Impatiently, Johnny grabs the back of your bare thighs, pulling you on top of him, and you quickly start to unfasten his braided black belt. Endlessly entertained by the thought of messing with you, he starts petting over the skimpy fabric of your underwear in an effort to distract you. It works, with your fingers shaking as they try to push his pants below his hips while his own start circling around your swollen clit.

A pitiful sob graces his ears as he pushes your soaked up panties to the side, petting your raw pussy that drips with a mess you’ve made just for him. You move your hand between his thighs in retaliation when he pushes two fingers inside you, working him into his full length as your moans harmonize into the most filthy of tunes.

“Tightest fucking pussy. Dripping wet too. Did I do this, pretty girl? Or was I just your victim for the night?”

“Just for you”, you moan out as you move along with his fingers inside you, your hand gliding easily over his cock with the aid of his precum.

He looks so fucking good like that; all messy and sweaty and all yours that you tug the bottom parts of his shirt away from one another, buttons breaking and dancing all over the floor.

“That was expensive”, he mentions playfully just to tease you, knowing damn well this shirt was nothing compared to Johnny’s net worth.

“And I’m priceless”

You take the glass of champagne that you’d left on the floor and start to spill some of the bubbly liquid over his chest, watching manically as it travels through the lines of his abs. The pale moonlight that seeps through the window kisses the wet skin, making him look irresistible as you lean down to suck the drink from the hollows where his muscles connect. Johnny weaves his fingers through your locks and giggles at the feeling, shivering when you reach his happy trail.

“Had enough of a taste?”

“I need one more thing”, you purr and take a condom out of your purse. He strokes his cock lazily as you open the foil carefully, eyeing you hungrily in the meantime, as if he hasn’t taken a good look at you already. When you’re done slipping the condom over his shaft you line the throbbing member to your opening, mentally preparing yourself for the girth you know is about to come.

A breathy whine leaves your lips when he slips fully inside you, and the way Johnny stretches you out already has you seeing stars.

Languidly but full of pleasure you start to circle your hips over him, enjoying the blinking light of the city that falls to your feet. A fleeting feeling of panic surges through you when you see all the people on the road and the balconies of the lower buildings, feeling even more exposed than you already are.

“Johnny, what if someone sees us?”, you ask him innocently but never once do you stop grinding your hips, making him smile at the empty question.

“I thought you wanted to be bad? Not a good girl anymore?”, he teases and thrusts his hips forward without a warning, making you shriek with how deep he reaches inside you. “A naughty, filthy girl that wants my cock in a party full of guests and with the whole city watching.”

He lifts his hand to drag down the fabric of your top, successfully freeing your chest and exposing you even more, loving the way your boobs look as you ride him.

“You think that just because anyone that happens to look up to see you being all slutty for me I’m not gonna fuck you against every surface in this room?”

You whimper at this promise, and your experience with him vouches that it will soon turn into reality.

“Please”, he scoffs, “you better bounce”

[luminnara]

She Loves Me, She Loves My Knot | Pro Hero Alpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader (nsfw, 18+)

hii!! i don’t see many people who write ABO for MHA so I’m glad i found you!!

Can we have a scenario where Bakugou’s omega is generally really tough and seems rather indifferent to everything — however she’s a little afraid of taking Katsuki’s knot for the first time and he tries his best to help her through that process? Sorry if it’s a little obscure but I love the idea of Bakugou being soft and caring but only for his spicy little omega.

Fem reader if you can but if you’d rather opt for gender neutral that’s fine too!! Please keep writing ABO, i love all your things! 🥺🤍

Um hi YES, I really love ABO stuff and I also wanted to see more, so I was like...welp, I guess it’s my time to rise and write my OWN haha! I went with a fem reader for this one, because I feel like that’s what I’m best at writing. If you want a gender neutral version too, let me know and I can post an alternate one!

send in a request here!

Warnings: nsfw, knotting, creampies, some breeding kink

Word count: 2,124

You were a spitfire, and that’s what he loved about you the most. His spicy, fiery little omega, who was better than every other omega to ever walk the earth. From the moment he met you, when he had nearly trampled you in the street in pursuit of an asshole villain and you had threatened to kick in the teeth of the number 4 pro hero, he knew you were something special. Nobody ever stood up to him like that, especially not when he was out on the job, but you? A little omega who smelled so sweet and looked so delicious? You weren’t afraid of him at all. 

He wasn’t embarrassed to admit that he had scented you immediately, his inner alpha getting possessive already. Bakugou didn’t smell any other alphas on you, and he didn’t want to. With his strong, terrifying scent clinging to you, he knew nobody else would try to make any moves, and as you stood there glaring at him, he had given you a smirk, told you to “call my agency sometime, babe,” and then taken off.

Of course, you didn’t call his agency. 

You showed up in person, marching right in and demanding to see him that very evening. Though at first you had seemed angry with him, you quickly told him (with a harsh glare and a snarl that he found absolutely adorable) that he was going to court you, and it was going to start now.

And who was he to deny such a straightforward, cute omega? The two of you were together by the end of the week. 

He almost found it hard to believe that you were an omega sometimes. You were so tough, so unbothered by the world. Whenever you were out and about and you caught an alpha leering at you, you were always quicker than Katsuki when it came to snapping at them to fuck off.

You weren’t the kind of omega who let anybody shove you around, and Bakugou loved that about you. It made him puff his chest up with pride, knowing that he had someone who wouldn’t take any shit. Your scent was strong and your will was even stronger, and he knew that when the time came, you would be the perfect, toughest, best mother to his pups.

You weren’t even mated yet, and he was absolutely sure that you were the one he wanted to spend his life with. You brought out something different in him, some kind of gentle, caring side that he never, ever let anyone else see. You were big and bad, yeah, but he was bigger and badder, and he was always going to protect you, no matter what.

“Babe, I’m home,” he called one night, trudging into your shared apartment. You had moved in together quickly, getting a place in one of the nicest parts of the city.

He heard you coming before he saw you, and before he even had his boots off, you were launching yourself at him. He caught you easily, grinning at the way you peppered his neck and jaw in kisses. It was probably the cutest, least tough thing you ever did, and god, did he love it.

“Miss me or Somethin’?” He teased, kicking his shoes off and carrying you to the bedroom.

“I had the day off and it was boring as shit,” you said bluntly. “I’ve been horny all day without you around to help...”

He paused, taking a whiff. “You’re not in heat. You just like me that much, omega?”

“Don’t be a dick.” You nipped at his jaw sharply and he recoiled.

Some alphas would never let their omega treat them like that, but Bakugou? Oh, he loved it.

He grinned, tossing you down onto the bed before you had a chance to take a chunk out of his face. “So needy...bet you spent all day touchin’ yourself, thinkin’ of me...”

“No I did not,” you huffed indignantly, looking up at him. “You think too highly of yourself.”

He laughed. Your arousal was hanging heavy in the air, betraying your words. The smell of it was like a drug, and as he inhaled, you could see Bakugou’s pupils dilate.

The sight turned you on even more, warmth pooling between your legs as your cheeks flushed. Scarlet eyes, calculating and predatory, pinned you down, holding you in place as your boyfriend grinned, exposing his big alpha fangs.

Fuck, he was hot.

“Sounds like you need to be reminded why I’m your alpha, baby.” He growled, crawling over you.

"Fuck, Katsuki,” you whined as he attacked your neck, biting at your scent glands and grinning at the way you squirmed.

He sucked your skin between his teeth, working at it, determined to leave covered in hickeys for the world to see. You didn’t have a mating mark yet, but oh, did he love making sure that everybody knew exactly whose omega you were.

You bit your lip at the dull pain, back arching up off the bed slightly. “K-Katsuki...”

“Hmm?” He looked up at you. “Look at you, so pretty and flustered for me already...what a good little omega...”

He knew exactly how to tease you. You spent all day sassing Katsuki, showing him how independent you were, but deep down, he knew you needed him just as much as he needed you. In the bedroom, he could make you absolutely melt with only a few words, and it was one of his favorite things to do.

“I can smell how much you want me,” he purred. “So desperate, so needy...”

His fingers slipped up under your shirt, pushing your clothing out of the way as his hands found your tits. He gave them a generous squeeze, grinning when you let out a loud gasp. He could play you like a fiddle, and he reveled in the sweet noises you made for him.

Your hands reached for him, tugging at his pants. He took the hint and stepped back, giving you a heated look that said “clothes off. Now.”

A few moments later, you were both naked, a tangled mess of sweaty limbs. Katsuki’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, your nails digging into his back. If he noticed the pain, he didn’t act like it, always allowing you to practically shred him to bits while he pounded into you. Secretly, he loved the marks you left, admiring his back in the mirror whenever he thought you weren’t watching.

You felt the head of his cock nudging at your pussy and moaned eagerly, burying your face in his neck.

“What do you want, baby?” He asked.

“Come on,” you whined.

“Tell me what you want,” he grinned, holding himself still.

“Katsuki!” You bucked your hips, trying to get closer to him.

He held you down. “Use your words.”

You dug your heels into his lower back in an effort to push him in, but he was too strong, resisting your attempts with a smug look on his face.

“I want your cock!” You finally relented, letting out a needy whine that you hoped would sway him.

“Good girl,” he growled, rolling his hips forward.

You shuddered at the feeling of him entering you. No matter how many times he fucked you, you would never be able to get over how big he was. It was part of the reason you hadn’t taken his knot yet, always asking him to pull out before it could swell. As he bottomed out inside of you, you were reminded of just how thick his cock was, and how much thicker that knot had to be.

As tantalizing as it was, it was also terrifying.

“Fuck,” he grunted, holding himself above you with a hand on either side of your head. “God damn, you feel so good...I’m not gonna last long at this rate, fuck...”

You were like putty in his hands when he talked like that. His voice was already so deep and rough, but his sex voice was godlike. You whimpered beneath him, tightening your legs around his waist as he pounded into you, clinging to him for dear life as his thrusts grew harder and harder.

“Katsuki,” you gasped, voice muffled by his neck.

“You like that?” He growled, slamming into you hard enough to scoot you up the bed slightly.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, yes, please...more...”

He moved his head, tongue swiping up the side of your neck before he took your lips in a kiss. You whined and moaned into it, your skin heating up as you felt yourself unraveling, and when you finally did, you were seeing stars. He barely even had to try, and Bakugou gave you the best orgasms of your life.

Your walls squeezed around him as he rode it out, trying to milk his cock. It was good, it was delicious, it was too much for him to stand.

“L-let me knot you,” he moaned low in your ear.

You were coming down from your high, head feeling fuzzy. “Hm?”

“I wanna knot you,” he repeated, more impatient this time. “Please.”

You were beginning to snap back to attention again. “Katsuki...”

“What’s wrong?” He panted, trying to taunt you like usual. “You scared or somethin’?”

When you bit your lip, he slowed his pace, looking at you seriously.

“Really?” He asked.

You nodded hesitantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You’re afraid of my knot? ...why?”

“You’re just...really big...” you mumbled, looking away to avoid his eyes. “It’ll hurt...”

“Hey,” he said gently, rocking his hips against yours slowly now. “Look at me, babe.”

He took your chin in his hand, turning your head.

“I’m your alpha.” He said roughly. “And I’m gonna take care of you.”

The look in his eyes made your heart flutter. “But...”

“I wanna knot you.” He said again, dipping down to nip at your earlobe. “I wanna fill you up...”

A shiver flew up your spine, that familiar tingle returning to your groin. Fuck, just his voice could make you cum, practically...and honestly, you were aching for him to knot you. You wanted to feel full, to be as close to him as possible.

“Be gentle?” You asked.

“Of course, baby.” He kissed your jaw, his hand slipping down to hold the side of your neck as he quickened his pace again. After only a few moments, he growled, leaning back and pulling out, leaving you feeling painfully empty. “Roll over.”

You obeyed, turning onto your stomach. When you moved too slowly, Katsuki pulled you up by your hips until you were on your hands and knees, ass presented for him.

“Gorgeous,” he growled appreciatively, guiding his cock back into you and moaning when he sank in even deeper.

You moaned loudly, burying your face in the pillows as he began pounding into you again. Your thighs were already quivering, and when you felt his fingers rubbing at your clit, you immediately lost it.

“Fuck!” You cried out, clawing at the bed. “More, please, Katsuki—“

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he pushed into you hard.

You felt his hips stutter before he held you against him in his vice grip, breaths ragged in your ear as he let out the loudest, most delicious, breathy moan you had ever heard. He pumped his seed into you, giving a few sharp thrusts as he emptied himself.

Then, you felt it.

“Easy, baby,” he said lazily, leaning against you as he tried to catch his breath.

His knot was swelling, stretching your pussy in a way you had never felt. You whimpered nervously, swallowing hard as you tried not to freak out. You were waiting for pain, but while it was beginning to feel impossibly tight, it...wasn’t terrible.

“That’s it,” your alpha crooned, smoothing a hand up your spine. “Fuck, you even take my knot so well...”

You started to relax as you calmed down, your body allowing his knot to grow to its full size. It was big, huge, even, but as Katsuki guided you to lay down on your side with him, you were beginning to feel smug. Yeah, you had the best alpha, and he had the best, biggest knot.

“How’s it feel?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Mm. Not bad.” You replied. The post sex haze was beginning to set in, and you were growing tired.

“Good girl.” He nuzzled against your scent glands, inhaling deeply. “Knew you could take it no problem.”

“I wasn’t even really worried.” You lied, trying to sound tough.

He snorted a laugh. “Yeah, right.”

You snuggled back against him. “I like it.”

“Yeah? Good. Because I am never going to stop knotting you now.”

[cantalouupe]

collar

nsfw!!! xiao x f!reader

sub top xiao, very mild petplay, pet names, semi public sex

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You know Xiao loves you. He’s a sweetheart despite being a bit aloof or closed off to others and you know he would do anything for you - almost.

When you came to him with a peppy bounce in your step, big grin and hands holding something resembling a animal collar, though, he closes you down immediately.

“Absolutely not.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to do,” you faux pout. “Maybe I was showing you the new accessory I got for my cat.”

Xiao deadpans at you. “You don’t own a cat.”

“Sure I do.”

Your grin grows big again and you show him the collar more closely. An encrusted golden plate that sits at the front of the dark piece of leather reads “xiao” in all capital letters.

He blinks at it, once, and then twice before looking back up at you. “....I’m not wearing that.”

You open the latch that holds each side together and reach out to put it on him anyway. “I got it specially made for you, so you have to wear it.”

Leaning away while pushing your hands down, he murmurs “that’s humiliating. I don’t want to wear it.”

The way his eyes follow the item tells a different story, with a light flush running across his cheeks confirming your suspicions. From past experience you’ve found that he likes the feeling of something - usually your hand - around his neck and thought this would be perfect to have while your hands are busy touching him elsewhere.

“You’ll look so pretty though,” you tell him, keeping the collar in hand while you reach to slide your spare onto the smooth skin of his throat. “Don’t you want to be a good kitty for me?”

He freezes momentarily at that, eyes staring unblinking at you before a shudder rolls down his body. For other people, he may be like a stone statue, emotions never showing through. But for you, he was easy to read like a book.

“Ah, was that a yes?” He doesn’t answer you but his head falls back, neck on display for you. An act of submission.

You squeeze once with the hand that sat on his neck, making his eyes flutter shut momentarily. In that time his eyes were closed, you swapped out your hand with the collar, clicking the clasps closed so it stayed in place.

The collar suits him, you think, a dark leather band that fits snuggly around his neck. Connected to the golden plaque with his name engraved was a similarly golden bell that hung just an inch down.

You poke the bell with your finger and it swishes, jingling. Xiao glares - unthreatening - at you when he hears the sound.

“I wish you could see yourself,” you murmur to him, ghosting your fingers over the metallic name plate.

He’s so quiet like this, already breathless even though you hadn’t really touched him yet. “Do you like it?”

You pull him along to sit at a chair near a round decorative table, sliding onto his lap once he is seated before responding with an affirmative hum. “You look like you need to be taken care of.”

If you grind down you can feel him under you, already hard from getting collared. He’s so easy to rile up, your subtle hip roll making his own stutter back up into yours.

With the constant cool pressure of the leather around his neck you doubt he’ll last long. He already looks gone, his pupils blown out so only a small ring of his iris is visible and his chest rising and falling in little hot pants.

You pull his shirt, all the way up so his chest is exposed. He lets you do it, falling back against the seat when you brush your thumbs on either of his nipples.

They’re so sensitive, too. If you didn’t already have a plan for him you’d probably try to make him come just by playing with them alone.

Once their hard against your fingertips you move on, shuffling back to sit more on the ends of his thighs, where they meet his knees. With space made you’re able to slip your hand below his baggy pants and pull his hardened cock out.

Making your hand into loose circle shape, you let it slide down the length, friction of skin against skin making him twitch in your grasp.

It’s a little dry, so you hold your hand up to his mouth. “Can you spit for me, kitten?”

His mouth is already opened a bit and you’re surprised he isn’t drooling. He lets out a little noise but listens to you, spitting in your hand so you can use it as lubricant.

The slide is wet now, making it easy to do a continuous up, down, up, down movement. It must feel a lot more, because he gets a little louder, a little more into it. He’d be fucking up into your fist if you weren’t sitting on him and you momentarily wish you had sat beside him so you could see him do that.

Despite how good your slicked hand feels around him, he seems nervous about someone catching to two of you in the act, now gripping onto your wrist that moved up down the length of his cock.

It’s night time so you personally aren’t worried about it, as the inn is much less busy - pretty much dead - at night. The only time anyone is up here is to get a glimpse of the view, but even then they chose to go lower down because they know Xiao likes to stay up here, preferably alone.

He’s a little out of it though so it makes it easy to continue without him protesting much, the slick grip around him making it hard for him to say no to you.

When your wet palm circles the head, he releases a shaky sigh and the hand that was tightly wound around your wrist loosens.

He seems to forget about the possibility of onlookers after that, especially when you finally sink down on top of him.

Tight wet hear engulfs his cock, squeezing around it and he has to hold back from coming right then and there. “Oh, god, wait wait wait-“ he struggles, grappling onto your hips to try to stop you.

“You better not, Xiao.” You reply lowly, slipping the rest of the way down so you were seated right in his lap, whole length inside you.

He lets out a sob, cock kicking against your constricting walls. It’s so good, so tight and he wants to come so bad, hanging right over the edge.

“Please, please please please,” you don’t know if he’s begging you to let him come or begging himself to hold it. Either way, you don’t respond, giving him a moment to struggle against the onslaught of pleasure on his own.

You wait for the feeling of being filled but it never comes. With a gleeful pinch to his nipple you start moving, a slow gyration of your hips that makes Xiao’s thoughts turn syrupy.

The both of you stay like that for a while, with you leading a smooth roll of your hips while Xiao stifles sobs of pleasure into little desperate whimpers.

“Will kitty hold back for me?” You request once you feel as though you’ve given him some time to adjust to the feel of your cunt around him and he nods tearfully.

He’s so good, you think as you raise yourself a little, so the head of his cock is just pushing inside your entrance. “Go ahead then,” and you don’t have to tell him twice for his hips to start thrusting up into you, chasing the soaking heat.

Your thighs burn a little from holding yourself up at an angle but it’s worth it to see him so needy. The bell on his collar jingles with the effort to fuck upwards and it seems to spur him to keep going. You realize quite quickly that he won’t last much longer.

You let him do his thing, but lean in, resting your hands on his shoulders for balance while you lean in towards his ear. “You know, you’re so good for me like this, kitty.”

The rhythm he has stutters and he moans an “oh fuck, oh fuck” while trying to regain it. You latch your lips on a spot right above the edge of the collar, sucking a mark - a claim - into his skin.

It must be too much for him, the poor thing moaning loud and bucking his hips harder into yours.

“Next time,” you murmur against his neck, “I should get you a leash. Then you’ll really be like my little pet.”

He comes and god it’s a sight to behold. His eyes squeeze shut and his mouth parts and his back arches, so hard it looks a little painful. You seat yourself down so his come fills inside of you instead of spilling out onto himself.

Hair falls in his face when he slumps forward as he’s coming down and you push it back, petting him in a comforting manner.

“Good kitty.” His hips jump and he whines, overstimulated by your words and your cunt still wrapped around him.

You go to unclip the material around his neck but he immediately stops you, mumbling that he wants to keep it on for now.

The next time you see him he’s wearing the collar, along with the time after that. He doesn’t seem to want to take it off and you’re not sure if it’s because he likes the pressure around his throat or if he likes feeling owned but either way it makes you hot inside and almost always results in his moans and the jingle of a bell filling the quiet night.

[kimnjss]

finger painting | jjk

⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader // jungkook focus. ⇢ genre: smut. // pure unedited filth. ⇢ word count: 5.5K ⇢ theme: established relationships. ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, masturbation, nipple play, noona kink if you like squint, oral sex (m. receiving), cum shot, face shot, light dry humping, jungkook finds a new canvas, over the pants handjob, unprotected sex, slight possesion kink, fingering, morning breath just doesn’t exist, okay... ⇢ A/N: i am very tired. so sorry if there’s crazy mistakes, enjoy! let me know what you think x

It's hot underneath the blanket, the strong tattooed arm wrapped around your waist only adds to the heat. His nose is pressed gently into the side of your neck, soft snores tickling the back of your neck. Your back sticks to his bare chest bodies sweaty from the heat emitting from his heated blanket.

Falling asleep in Jungkook's arms was high up on your list of favorite things. He was always so warm and smelt nice. No matter how the two of you fell asleep, you'd be shifting into the spooning position, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

And any other day you'd be all for it, but this morning? When it felt like a sauna underneath these blankets and on top of that, all his body warmth was surrounding you. You couldn't help but shift away from his sticky, only to have his grip tighten around your waist – instantly pulling you against him.

“Koo..” You groan softly, hand reaching down to wrap around his wrist. “Are you awake?” He's instantly shifting closer to you, face pushed closer to your neck. “No...” The thickness of his morning voice has a smile pushing onto your lips.

Almost making you forget about the heat penetrating your skin. He's tugging you closer, incoherent murmurs leaving his lips as he shifts. Only settling once he's found a comfortable position, arm still wrapped around your waist. Not as tight so you're able to turn in his hold.

He's fallen back asleep, lips slightly parted soft snores passing through them. Much quieter than the loud snores that shake the room when he's in deep sleep. Lashes gently dusting over his cheekbones slightly pink from the pressure of sleep. He looks cute, which has your hands raising to grasp his sharp jawline.

Nose twitching from the feeling of your hands on his skin, but he doesn't stir other than that. Not even bothering to fight the urge to press light kisses to the tip of his nose, giggling softly at the way it scrunches. Slowly, his eyes flutter open, widening when he sees how close you are to his face. A sleepy grin stretching his lips.

“You don't want me to sleep?” A slight pout pushes your lips out, thumbs swiping across the apple's of his cheeks as you shake your head from side to side. “It's hot,” You complain and despite the way he nods in agreement – his wraps tighter around your waist, pulling your body into his. “And you look cute,” Sentence punctuated with another light press of your lips to his nose.

His eyes fluttered closed at the light touch of your lips, body seeming to relax into the warmth of the mattress. It's when your lips stray a little lower, just barely catching his upper lip is his body shifting into full alert. Thoughts of where he could take this moment if he played his cards right.

Soft lips are catching yours when as you lean in, his hand lifting to tangle his fingers in your hair holding your head to his. Jungkook kisses you slowly, eyes falling close as he tilts his head to get a better reach of your lips. Instantly, you're lost in him. In the feel of him, how he manages to make your heart flutter with such little effort.

It's not long before his kisses are becoming harsh, teeth tugging at your lip as he grips the top of the blanket. In one swift movement, he's rolling his body over yours while shoving the warm covers off of your bodies. Caged underneath him with an arm on either side of your head, he's pushing his tongue past your lips and into your mouth without a second of hesitance.

The softest of moans fall from his lips, dying on your tongue. Legs hitched up on either side of his waist, you can feel the push of his hips onto yours perfectly. And his body is reacting quickly to the friction, cock jumping at the slight brush of your lace-covered core. The thin material of his boxers starting to strain against his crotch as he pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth.

“Noona,” He moans quietly, an arm lowering from the side of your head, his hand slipping underneath his large t-shirt you threw on before climbing into his bed. Pleased to find your bare breast underneath the fabric, his large hand squeezing at the flesh.

You get a glimpse of his dazed expression when he pulls back from your lips, lust-filled eyes searching yours only for a moment before he's ducking his head back down. Sharp teeth graze over the clammy skin of your neck, sucking the salty skin into his mouth. His tongue rolls over the marks his teeth leave behind, hips forever rolling into you. A wet patch quickly forming between your legs.

“You smell so good, Noona.” He whines cutely.

It boggles your mind how this man could still manage to be cute, even right now. Moans slipping from his soft lips as he sucks hickeys into your neck, cock pressed firmly into your core just begging to tear through the lace; so you can feel him the right way.

There's no holding back the whimpers that fall from your lips, body squirming underneath him desperate to feel more. His teeth catch a sensitive spot on your neck, causing your hips to buck into his. “That feel good, Noona?” There's just something about the way he called you 'Noona', so soft and innocent while the things he was doing was anything but.

Breathless, your head is bobbing in a nod. My hanging open as forced breaths shake your chest. “F-feels good, Kookie. Keep going,” Fingers reaching to tangle in his hair, tugging his head into your neck, and he groans. Hips lifting to press his cock into you, settling into a steady rut against your core.

He always liked it when you played with his hair.

Jungkook lays there, humping against your covered pussy while marking up your neck. His desperate moans fill the boathouse, fingers pinching and tugging at your nipples underneath your shirt. Your legs are wrapped tight around his waist, holding his body to you so you're able to feel every inch of his shaft.

It all feels so good, and you can tell by the sudden uptake of his thrusts; it feels as good for him too. Right, when his eyes begin to roll, the movement of his hips becomes sloppy he's pulling back. Crazed eyes looking down at you, “I want you to suck my dick,” His hips are slowing into a stop, cutest of expressions morphing his features.

“Please, Noona.” He adds as if you'd deny a request like that. Jungkook had a beautiful cock, long and thick. Pretty veins wrapped around the length when it was hard. The tip a pretty pink, often glistening with either your saliva or his precum. No way would you turn out an opportunity to have that down your throat. “Okay, Kookie.” You're saying with a smile.

If he was any happier, he'd be punching the air with joy. Jungkook is quick with rolling off of you, placing a soft kiss to your lips before laying flat on the mattress. His tattooed hand reaching up to push his hair back on his head as you shift between his legs. You had felt it when he was grinding against you, could imagine the bulge that had formed in his boxers.

But seeing it? Fuck, seeing it was ten times better. Half hard when he had woken up with you in his arms, so it's no surprise the way his cock is fighting to break free from the mesh material.

You take your time with dragging the elastic band down his hips, marveling in the pretty patch of dark curls that are revealed with its descent. Always neatly shaven but never bare. Felt manly to keep a bit of hair down there and you couldn't help but agree. Teasing yourself, you slowly uncover his cock inch by inch. Loving the impatient pout that pushes at his lips.

His hand is lifting once his boxers are low enough, cock swinging upward and he's catching in his large hand. The single stroke against his shaft has his eyes rolling and your mouth watering. Quickly noticing your fascination with the movement of his hand, he's repeating the action eyes staying focused on your face.

Soon getting into it, head cocked back as his hand squeezes at the mushroom head. Soft cruses falling from his lips, hips bucking into his palm. Almost afraid that he's gonna burst before you have a chance to feel him in your mouth. But you can't take your eyes off him.

Jungkook's free hand reaches forward, tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. “Open, Noona.” He mumbles in the deepest of voices and your mouth is instantly falling open for him, eyes lifting to catch his dark gaze.

He's guiding his shaft past your lips with his hand, watching with hooded eyes as his thickness disappears into your warm mouth. A hiss of a moan falling from his lips when you're closing your mouth around him, hands lifting to grasp his thighs. “Oh, fuck!” He sighs, head falling back into the pillow.

Both of his hands reach up to push his hair back from his forehead, forcing himself to watch your mouth move on him. With your grip tightened around his thighs, you're easily able to swallow him down your throat. A breathy groan falling from his lips when your throat constricts at the intrusion. “Just like that, Noona. Take my cock,” His encouragement comes with a large hand tangling in your hair, tempted to push your head down further onto his length.

It's only a moment of contemplation before he's doing just that, hips lifting as he uses his grip to push your head down. Throat fluttering, a rough cock sounding from the end of it. Forcing your head to lift from his shaft, slobber, and precum keeping your mouth attached to him. He moans at the sight.

You're diving back in without a moment of hesitation, urging your throat to calm the fuck down, so you can swallow your boy the way he deserves. Jungkook takes for gripping your hair, much slower with the way he guides your mouth down his length. Hissing loudly when your nose is pressed into his pubic hair.

“Fuck, Noona. You look so pretty like this,” There's no helping the way your body flushes at the slight compliment. Tongue pushing out against him, forcing more of his shaft down your throat. Wanting to please him, hear him moan for you, compliment you. Hands gripping at his hips, lips wrapped tightly around him, your head slowly begins to move back and forth.

Sucking him down harshly, the sounds of his groans vibrating against the wall, sending pangs of arousal between your legs. Positive you're dripping through the fabric of your panties and the wetness your fingers find the moment their fit between your legs proves you right.

Easily finding your clit, your fingers rub gently against the sensitive bud while you suck him down. His eyes are quickly catching the movement of your hand, a drawn-out moan falling from his lips at the sight of your wet fingers rubbing into the soaked fabric. Cock twitching against your tongue, thick dribbles of precum sliding down your throat.

The hand he holds in your hair tightens, guiding the movement of your head with much force now. Hips rising to meet your face until he's full-on fucking his cock into your mouth. Setting his own pace, moving as if it's your pussy that he's buried in. And you let him, whimpered moans leaving your throat and hitting his cock. That only eggs him on.

Your fingers match the thrust of his hips, eyes rolled back imagining that it's his long fingers between your legs rather than yours. “Your mouth feels so good, Noona.” He's whining, lower belly constricting as his orgasm nears. The firsts of his cum mixed with your spit dribble out the corners of your mouth, and you're sure you look a mess with your teary eyes.

Jungkook thinks you look hot, though. Always thought you looked hot with his cock stuffed down your throat. The mere sight of you enough to push him over the edge. It's when he notices your legs begin to shake, eyes fluttering as your orgasm washes over you. The squelch of your fingers between your legs growing louder as your cum soaks your panties even further.

“Shit, shit, shit.” His movements are hurried, pulling his cock from your mouth. Frantic stroke of his hand over his shaft, tip aimed at your face and you hold your mouth open waiting. A long whine falls from his lips as the cum shoots from the tip of his cock, painting your cheeks and lips with streaks of white.

His lip caught between his teeth, brows furrowed, and cheeks hollowed. He looks so good over you, emptying his cock onto your face. Body tense from the power of the orgasm that racks through his body. You don't move, mouth wide open until his body is relaxing. Rigid breaths lifting his chest.

“Mmh, you're so perfect Noona.” He sighs, using his cock to smear his cum against your skin. So concentrated as if he was painting a pretty picture with his seed and you can't help the giggle that falls from your lips, tongue pushed out to swipe over him each time he's close.

Jungkook's two seconds from pushing his cock back into your mouth when the door of his room is being pushed open. Hoseok stepping in without a second thought, not even surprised to see his youngest member with his cock pressed against your cheek. “Go wash up to eat, Kook.” He speaks in nonchalant, hand reaching out to grasp the back of your neck.

Gently, he's tugging your face toward him, capturing your lips in a wet kiss. The taste of Jungkook heavy on your tongue but he doesn't seem to care. “Good morning, baby. You look pretty,” He's mumbling against your lips, a soft laugh falling from them.

Hoseok is lifting himself further onto the bed, deepening the kiss between you. And you're almost certain he's going to lay you down and have his way with you while his youngest watches. But he's pulling back after a moment, a small smile pushing onto his lips.

“Let's go get you washed up,” His arms are sweeping under your thighs, lifting your body from the bed. Jungkook is right behind him leaving the room, chatting along with his Hyung about what they're planning on doing today.

Head finding Hoseok's shoulder, you listen along to their plans. The smile never falling from your cum stained face.

“Are you guys just going to game all day?” Arm crossed over your chest, hip popped out as you stare at the three men huddled in front of the computer screen. Jin weighing in on Yoongi's skills, while Jimin plays quietly beside them.

You, Hoseok, and Taehyung are ready to go. Dressed and set to go pick up burgers, inviting the others at the forefront of Taehyung's mind.

“Let's just go ourselves,” Hoseok says with a nod of his head, realizing the other boys have no plans to get up from their spots in front of the computer. Taehyung nods quickly, arm snaking around your waist as the three of you make toward the cars.

Hoseok is slipping into the passenger's seat while you climb into the back, Taehyung taking the driver's seat beside him. A grin is sent to you through the rearview mirror, from Taehyung. Anyone else would've taken this as a cute innocent smile, but you sense the mischief behind it – as well as the conversation you had been having prior, you know it's anything but.

“So when you gonna start waking me up with blowjobs?” He speaks casually, foot stepping down on the gas as he drives forward.

Jungkook was definitely one to brag, the first thing out of his mouth when you were sitting down for lunch was how you had just got done sucking him off. Hobi, who had witnessed the aftermath of it was nudged to confirm his words.

It's not unusual, so the other members don't even bat an eye at their younger member's detailed description. Only half listening as they shovel food into their mouths. Taehyung hangs on to every word, though, even adding questions as the story goes on.

You're sat beside him, filled with pride as he groans about your ability to blow his mind. Marveling about how pretty you look with your mouth wrapped around his cock. The technique of the bob of your head.

“When you gonna start waking me up with head?” You counter, with a smirk.

Hoseok's head is perking up at your rebuttal, “It's the only right way to wake you up,” He says with a grin. And you're returning it. Almost every morning you've woken up in Hoseok's bed, you were waking up with his head between your legs. The type of morning call that you weren't rolling your eyes at... well you were but in the best way.

The car is skidding to a stop after a while, Taehyung hopping out after pushing it into park. He's quick to move to your door, tugging it open for you with a wide smile. He watches as you slide out, thanking him with a kiss on his cheek. And when you're a few steps in front of him, his arms are wrapping around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

Walking beside the two of you, Hoseok is slipping his hand in yours. Fingers laced together as the three of you walk down the trail admiring the pretty scenery around you. It's peaceful where you are, fresh air tickling your lungs as easy conversation flows between you.

There was something about being out in the open like this, with them. Such a feeling of healing, being able to talk and relax, and just enjoy yourself. The sound of Hoseok's laughter fills your ears, in response to something Taehyung has said – his proud grin taking over his features, happy to have had made his Hyung laugh. Not a single lull of awkwardness as your walk continues on, you and Tae plopping down in the meadow to smell the pretty flowers. Taking pictures with Hobi in front of the creative looking buildings. Until you're piling back into the car to get the burgers you had set out for in the first place.

Taehyung pays for the food, before driving off to find a quiet place for the three of you to eat. He's handing your food back to you once you're parked in a nice spot, sat in the trunk part of the car watching the scenery in front of you. Hoseok is leaned back in his arms, far enough into the trunk where you're able to sit between his legs. Taehyung beside you.

It's so easy with them, nice. Comfortable. The happiness in your heart grows with the more time that you spend with them.

You find Joon and Jungkook sat on the porch painting away when the three of you arrive. The dotted painting Joon started the night before closer to being finished, behind him Jungkook has started an unbelievable image of the mountains out behind you. Cheeks dusted pink as loud compliments come from Hoseok, followed by assured praise from Taehyung and Namjoon.

They're joking around and laughing with each other but your eyes are trained on Jungkook, watching as he paints away with this sexy look of concentration on his face. He always gets like that when he's focused, his mindset on one task, careful to meet the perfect outcome he's planned.

It's undeniably attractive and you're all but drooling watching him work. His head rolls, sweeping the growing strands of hair out of his eyes. In the movement, he's catching your gaze, instantly reading the look in your eyes. But he doesn't say anything, aside from the little smirk that takes over his features, he acts as if he hasn't noticed.

Turning his focus back onto his painting.

You stand there watching him as Taehyung moves to stack the beanbag chairs, calling Hobi over to show him his new style of art. Joon heading over to check out what they're laughing about, quickly joining in on their laughter.

“You having fun eye-fucking me, Noona?” He doesn't even lift his gaze from the painting, just continues perfecting the reflection of the mountain in the water. Despite the confident sexy drawl, there's a light dusting of pink on his cheeks.

Obviously feeling some type of way with your undivided attention. You're moving to stand a bit closer to him, gentle fingers twirling his freshly washed hair. “You look sexy when you paint,” You're cooing, sure to scrape your fingers against his scalp the way he likes.

All at once, his back is straightening, eyes blinking before he's setting the brush down onto the palette. “Think I'm gonna take a break, do something else.” With the way his eyes drag over your body, teeth nibbling at his lower lip, you're quickly putting together exactly what else he wants to do.

He's standing to his feet with a slight huff, bending forward to pick the paints he had been using off of the floor. Silently, you follow him into the kitchen. Attempting to keep up with his hasty steps, eager to clean his mess so he can have his way with you. You watch as he turns the water on, your bum sat up on the counter; as Jungkook starts shaking the paint from his brushes in the sink.

The sleeves of his hoodie are rolled up, revealing the dark ink that decorates his milky skin. Disappearing underneath the fabric, but you know just how far the markings go. Somehow grown addicted to adding more, always rushing excitedly to show you the new tattoo on his skin.

Without thinking, you're reaching your hand out, tracing the large lines on his arm. Dark eyes flicker down to your finger on his skin, watch the way your nail traces over his tattoo. It was no secret between the two of you how much you liked them, nearly found every excuse to touch them, kiss them, lick them.

Not that he was complaining.

Your fingers are warm against his skin, soft. And he enjoys the way they feel, shamelessly allowing the image of them wrapped around his cock enter his mind. The blowjob you had given him this morning still fresh as he could still see the streaks of cum dirtying your face.

And the look on your face right now? As if you were physically forcing yourself from jumping him right now. How turned on you were just from watching him paint? Unless you were thinking about something else?

You were. Scenarios gone crazy in your mind about the two of you together. As if you couldn't reach over and make all of your fantasies a reality. There was just something about Jungkook that always had your mind reeling. And because he could read you like an open book, he doesn't hesitate to move from in front of the sink so he's now standing in front of you.

Stood in between your legs, fingers covered in the green and yellow paint he had been washing off, making fingerprints into your bare thighs as he tugs you closer. “What are you thinking about, Noona?” There's tease in his voice, could guess what dirty thoughts are running through your mind.

You play coy, though. Legs easily wrapping around his waist, pulling his body against yours. Arms lifting to wrap around his neck. “Oh, nothing special...” The tips of his fingers dance over your thighs, painting streaks against your skin. The paint is cool against your warm skin, the colors shining underneath the bright kitchen light.

“Yeah? You weren't thinking about how good I could fuck you right now?” Much closer now, his words mumbled into your ear. And he doesn't have to pull back to see your eyes flutter, knows exactly the effect his words have on you.

His teeth catch your lobe as your hips press into his, flinching away at the intense friction only to press further into him moments after. “Should I fuck you right here, Noona? Let everyone see how well you take my cock?” Despite the twitch of his cock at the mention and the frantic nod of your head, he maintains the nonchalance.

Fingers drawing faint hearts into your thighs, seem to be paying a lot more attention to his work than to the movement of your hips. Suddenly, pressing into you, reaching forward to dip his fingers into the paint he hadn't quite finished cleaning up. The yellow color bright on his finger and he takes his time to draw the hooked letter at the top of your thigh.

The J is large and clear, much like the K he's painting on the other side. Claiming you as his with each stroke of his painted fingers. The movement of your hips doesn't let up, causing him to lift his palm onto your waist to keep you still. Determined to get the lettering just perfect, before he's pulling his hand back.

“My Noona.” He's mumbling to himself more than anything, head dipping down to bury in the crook of your neck. The litter of bruises he left this morning meet his greedy eyes, only resulting in a grin that pushes on his lips. Proud of himself. And he sucks an unmarked bit of skin, determined to cover you with him.

A chorus of moans slip through your lips, eyes fluttering as his mouth works on your skin. The fistful of his shirt that you had clutched falling as your fingers drag down the front of his body, not stopping until you're meeting the crotch of his pants. His entire body flinches when you're cupping him through the material, hissed swears vibrating against your neck.

You smirk, pleased to see you have the same effect on him he did you. Squeezing him in your palm, you enjoy the tiny whines that fall from his lip. Stroking him slowly as he forces himself to keep focus on the painting he's creating on your neck. “Hm, you're getting so hard for Noona.”

“For Noona,” He repeats with a nod of his head, hips beginning to roll into the palm of your hand. All concentration went out of the window when your hand begins to match the movement of his hips. Palm closed to create a bit of tightness as he fucks himself into your palm, breathy moans hitting the wet skin of your neck.

His fingers press into your skin, leaving green and yellow marks that will more than likely bruise later. Tongue swiping over the skin of your neck as he pants, hips rotating into the palm of your hand. Quite literally putty in your hands, and he's almost embarrassed with how quick the twist in his stomach comes. Whining and ready to cum when he hadn't even touched you properly yet, unacceptable in his eyes.

Jungkook is able to muster up all the composure that he can find to slow his hips into a lazy thrust. Clearing his mind enough to slip his hand underneath the fabric of your biker shorts. He's groaning when he finds you're just as wet as he had thought, panties sticking to your pussy lips. Playing with him was always the easiest way to rile you up. Much like how you did this morning, his fingers are finding your clit through the fabric of your panties.

Rolling the little bundle of nerves between his fingers has your hips jolting, a gasped moan slipping. He smirks, speeding up the movement of his fingers as his eyes flutter. Jaw parting, your hand stills at his crotch, head tilted back as the pleasure he's giving you has your limbs growing heavy.

“How's that feel, Noona?” He mumbles softly, searching for reassurance. As if the twitch of your legs wasn't enough answer. “S-so good... don't stop,”

He does you one better, fingers slipping from your clit, lowering themselves further into your shorts. The tips of his fingers rub against your folds through the fabric, seemingly teasing himself before he's pushing your panties to the side. Little to warning is given before he's pushing two thick digits past your entrance, head rolling back as a loud groan bounces off the kitchen walls.

Your walls flutter and stretch around the intrusion, protesting when he pulls his fingers back. A scream of his name tickles his ears when he's quickly pushing his fingers in, has done this a thousand times he doesn't even have to try to brush against your most sensitive parts. It's become a sixth sense to him, pleasuring you.

“Always so wet for me,” Soft lips brush against the skin underneath your ear, fingers quickly dragging against your walls. There's no holding back the gasps that fill the room, fingers pressed into his shoulders, desperate to have him closer. “Who makes you this wet, Noona?”

His head lifts, eyes flickering to yours. At the same time, his fingers curl inside of you, pressing firmly into your soft spot. And you're crying out, hips angled in search of his fingers, “You,” Panting, your body moves in tandem with the thrusts of his fingers. Jungkook grins over you, thumb lifting to swirl around your wet clit.

“That's right, Noona. Only me.” He's proud of himself, you can tell just from the tone of his voice. His thumb circles over your clit quickly, fingers pushed deep inside you and you feel the snap of pleasure in your stomach. Hips bucking uncontrolled as squeals of his name fill the room. His fingers don't let up until your body is falling slack against the cabinets, aftershocks of your orgasm twitching your legs.

You feel the spill of your release when he's pulling his fingers from between your legs, a hurried kiss landing on your lips. Tongue licking over your lower lip before entering your mouth. Wet fingers curling over the waistband of your shorts to tug them down your legs, carelessly tossing them onto the kitchen floor.

Teeth and tongue clashing as you fumble to tug his shorts down his legs. Grinning against his mouth when his cock springs out, hard and nearly pulsing ready for you. He's just as turned on as you, eyes dazed and expression fucked out. Heavy breaths shaking his chest as his hand wraps around his shaft.

Eyes focused on the way he guides himself to your entrance, free hand wrapped around your thigh to lift it onto his hip. “Fuck,” He groans as he slowly sinks deeper inside of you.

Mind still foggy from your orgasm, the fullness of having him so deep inside feels ten times better. Legs secured around his waist, holding him close once he's bottoming out. It only takes a few draw backs of his hips for him to fall into a steady pace, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass, moving you against him.

“Mmh, Noona's pussy swallows me so well.” Jungkook whines face buried in the crook of your neck. His hips buck into you harshly, the sound of slapping skin and your cries the only thing to be heard in the room. “F-fuck, your cock feels so good, Kookie.” You gasp, fingers flexing at his waist, gripping his shirt in your fists.

Your back bounces against the wall, lashes flutter as another orgasm begins washing over you. His cock ramming into your gspot, pelvic bone brushing against your clit so perfectly. Like he was made for you. Walls tighten around his length, squeezing him tighter each time he pulls back.

That has his muscles pulled taut, needy groans falling from his lips as the movement of his hips begin to become sloppy. Cock rutting into your heat so deliciously, it makes you shudder, back arching and legs beginning to vibrate at his sides. “Gonna cum again, Noona?” He's panting, whiny moans filling your ear.

Head bobbing in a nod, a loud cry of his name falling from your lips as your orgasm washes over you. He's not far behind you, hips pistoning into you as he reaches his peak too. “Holy fuck,” He groans, hips becoming stiff. Large hands set on your hips, to hold your body in place.

Sharp teeth scrape against your skin as his cum fills you, the warmth of his cum pulling a loud moan from your lips. “So good, Kookie.” You praise, breathless. Boneless body falling against him. And he grins wide, pride filling his chest. Pleased with himself in making you feel this good.

Wet kisses land on your neck, arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you from the counter. Legs wrapped around his waist. “I wanna go cuddle with you,” You're mumbling spent from the two orgasms he just gave you.

A chuckle falls from his lips, as he nods. Shorts are forgotten in the kitchen as he effortlessly carries you toward the floating house. He's warm against you, and you cling to him as he walks.

Sleep slowly washing over you.

- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.

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NEED NSFW HCS FOR DRIDER SHIGARAKI PLWEASE

Haven’t written anything in months but I’ve got a sliver of motivation and this ask really just made my day with the enthusiasm so here ya go <3 I wanted to add some cute stuff too so I did SFW and NSFW

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Basically, you decided on the worst(read: best) day and time for a hike, having been talked into it by a couple friends and assured the trail wouldn’t be too harsh. When you stopped for a break, you went off into the trees away from the group to pee in a secluded area. The sun was high enough to give plenty of light, but the thick canopy of the forest left you in much darker light than your eyes were used to. You wrapped up your business quickly, nervous in the unfamiliar terrain, only to find that you couldn’t see the trail anymore. And it was steadily growing darker, much faster than a normal sunset.

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SFW

- Drider Shiggy, much like normal Shiggy, has a very “I see it, I want it, it’s mine.” mentality. Only he has even less self control and no one to stop him.

- Naturally, he just used his ability to see perfectly in the dark and watched you stumble around for a while before he came in to “save” you.

- At first he just watches you. The way you stare up at him with big, terrified eyes and your shaking hands as you reach out to gingerly touch him the first time.

- You don’t speak the same language, but he knows just enough human words and behaviors to decipher important things. “yes,” “no,” crying, smiling, laughing, and a few others.

- Obviously, you eventually come to terms with the fact you’ll never be able to get away and you do kinda like him, so you accept it.

- He’s completely feral, but mostly he’s like a cute, exo-skeletoned cat. But over two feet taller than you and strong enough to rip you in half without exerting much effort.

- Extremely demanding. You will be forced to drop what you’re doing and snuggle him or do whatever else he wants at any given moment.

- He’s never had a mate before (female drider are dominant and it kinda scares him a little and he absolutely will never admit that) so he’s ecstatic to have someone, even if it’s hard to communicate at first.

- Every time he brings back stuff he’s’ killed for you he gets really chirpy and excited when you approve. He does not and will not ever understand why you’d burn it over fire before eating but he also can’t imagine you sucking all the blood out like he does, so he won’t judge.

- At night he sleeps on his back, the more spiderlike portion of his body curls up so he’s flat against the bed (a hammock made of silks) and he’ll have you lay on top of him, preferably straddling him for easy access in the morning.

- Sometimes he finds little presents to bring you. A fair amount of the time it’s a forgotten water bottle or some other garbage, but he just looks so happy and eager to please you can’t reject it. Occasionally he’ll bring you jewelry or a beautiful stone, though.

- His hair is long and he doesn’t take care of it, but if you sit behind him and tend to it and braid it for him it’ll be really silky and soft. He purrs a little at the contact and gentle attention, but if you try to call him on it he’ll pout and insist he doesn’t make such sounds.

- He’s not the best at actually making stuff with his silk, but he’ll give you as much as you want if you wanna make clothes or jewelry or anything else. And if he sees you making a lot of certain things, he’ll try to do it too and give it to you.

NSFW

- Drider don’t really go into heat or anything, but in the spring he gets excited a little more easily and any time he can smell your arousal it’ll send him into a frenzy. It’s not helped by the fact he touches you all the time, even just on the face or shoulder, but the contact sends shivers across your skin.

- The second you give him the green light to start having sex, be prepared to not walk much or leave the nest at all for weeks. He’ll pound you for hours, overstimulating himself until he’s sobbing but continuing anyway.

- He’ll still want to do it often after the initial haze, but he does calm down a lot. He gets overexcited most of the time, purring and drooling and filling you up over and over.

- He can and will use his webs to keep you still and tie you up into neat positions, vulnerably hanging like a ripe piece of fruit for him to devour.

- He’s overprotective, and if any of his drider friends come around and get too friendly he’s not above fucking you in front of them to prove a point.

- It’s not physically possible, but he will never stop trying to get you pregnant. He’s very convinced that if he fucks you enough eventually you’ll have a clutch of eggs and some little fluffy kids.

- He’ll shove his face between your legs and eat you out until you cry at regular intervals, but the idea of a blowjob is foreign to him until you wrap your lips around his leaking cock the first time. After that, he’ll want it pretty often and he’ll purr really loud if you kiss and lavish affection on it.

- After sex he gets more cuddly than usual and refuses to let you up from his embrace. He’ll lick you clean and if you’re insistent he’ll take you to a stream to actually bathe.