#thank u for the req...

[tearsofcalamity]

Please more sub!Boothill that reader fingering his hole behind his back

oh I got you

mechanic!reader would so make that spot an ero zone, like let's be fr we'd all make that the most sensitive spot on his body when fixing up his touch receptors and such (perhaps only second to his actual cock but yk)

boothill lying face down on the examination table for a regular maintenance checkup when you're poking around where you shouldn't be and he's already starting to get squirmy. you know what you're doing and he knows you know what you're doing and he's already trying to lean up to put a stop to it.

"d-darlin', that part don't need any fixin'--"

push him down til he gasps and shove your fingers inside, rubbing around nice and slow on the inside. surely it doesn't go all the way in, there's an end point to it that when you manage to prod causes him to actually keen out loud from how sensitive and strange it feels, automatically putting a massive blush on his face as he tries to flip around to no avail. his limbs are all somehow weak from the touches and torment and he can't so much as push himself up.

maybe lick your fingers before sticking em in to give it some extra slide and draw more whiny noises out of boothill... go a little slower sometimes to watch how he kinda arches back into your touch even though he's insisting he doesn't need you to examine there any more...

you'd be so absorbed fucking into his hole with your fingers that by the time you regained your sense of awareness you'd notice how he's gripping onto the edge of the table for stability as he humps into it, cybernetic cock straining so hard it might burst his zipper open from how hard he's gotten, desperate little moans slipping from his lips as he just barely gets the friction he so dearly needs.

don't even get me started on fingering that hole of his while jerking him, rubbing at his sensitive head that you gave him all while sliding your fingers around and around his walls. I think he'd actually melt inside. like, full on system overload pass out in your arms after the first orgasm, emergency shutdown-style. and he'd be hopping mad at you as soon as he regained consciousness to hide the fact that he's never cum so hard in his life and he'd really, really like you to do it again -- more than he'll ever admit.

[kani-miso]

For sinkle drawing ideas... Hmmmm

How about Nclair holding a mirror that reflects the happier version of him in another mirror world?

all tails on self destructive purge

[wolvietxt]

hiiiiiii jay!! ive been having an unhealthy sleeping schedule lately, so i just wanted to know what you think frank would do if he catches you up pulling an all-nighter cause of some uni work when he came home from one of his missions. most especially, when you tell him you’ve done it for three straight nights while he was gone…

FRANK knew something was off the second he stepped into the apartment. it was quiet, too quiet, but not in the way that usually meant safety. the tv wasn’t on, no music played softly from your phone, and you didn’t come running up to him the second he locked the door behind him.  

his gut clenched.  

he slipped off his boots, careful not to track any dirt or blood onto the floor, and listened. he heard it then - the faint sound of typing. quick, rhythmic, desperate.  

with a sigh, he followed it, walking toward the kitchen, where the glow of your laptop screen cast shadows across your face. papers were scattered everywhere, some crumpled, some covered in highlighter. empty redbull cans were scattered around the tabletop. a half-eaten granola bar sat next to an empty coffee cup, and another coffee was in your hand, fingers curled tight around it like a lifeline.  

you didn’t even notice him.  

“sweetheart.” his voice was low, firm.  

you startled, eyes snapping up. he saw the exhaustion in them instantly - red-rimmed, glassy, dark circles bruising your skin.  

“frank,” you breathed, blinking fast like you were trying to clear your vision.  

he didn’t move toward you just yet, but he looked you over, taking in the way your hands trembled around the coffee cup, the way your shoulders sagged under the weight of whatever you were doing.  

“what’re you doin’ up?” he asked, though he already had an idea.  

“just… finishing some stuff,” you mumbled, eyes darting back to your laptop. “it’s nothing, really.”  

he glanced at the time on the microwave. 4:12 a.m.  

his jaw ticked.  

“when’s the last time you slept?”  

you hesitated, biting your lip, and he knew right then you were about to say something he wouldn’t like.  

“um … a little bit, here and there,” you finally said, voice too soft, too small.  

frank sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “baby.”  

“it’s fine,” you tried to reassure him, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “i just needed to catch up on work. it’s been kinda crazy, and i thought, you know, since you were gone, i’d just - ”  

“how long?”  

your mouth opened, closed.  

he took a step forward. “how long you been doin’ this?”  

“…three nights.”  

his nostrils flared.  

“three damn nights?” his voice was sharper now, and you flinched. not out of fear, but because you knew how much he hated this - hated seeing you worn down, pushing yourself past your limits. you’d hate to see him disappointed in you but in your defence, you thought he’d be home a whole lot later.

“i just - i had to, frank,” you whispered. “i got so behind, and i didn’t want you to come back to me all stressed and falling apart, so i just - ”  

his hands were on you before you could finish, tugging you up and out of the chair, wrapping you up tight against him. you didn’t even realize you were crying until he sighed against your hair, feeling the dampness on his shirt.  

“sweetheart,” he murmured, voice rough with something heavy, something that made your chest ache. “you think i care ‘bout any of that? you think i want you doin’ this to yourself?”  

“i just wanted to keep up,” you sniffled, fingers fisting in his jacket. “i didn’t wanna be a mess when you got back.”  

he pulled back just enough to cup your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. his eyes, dark and tired but so damn full of love, locked onto yours.  

“you could be the biggest damn mess in the world, and i wouldn’t care. you hear me?” he said, low and firm. “don’t wanna come home to you runnin’ yourself into the ground. don’t wanna see you like this.”  

you nodded, lower lip trembling, and he groaned, pressing a kiss there, then another, then another, like he was trying to fix it, to erase the exhaustion, the stress, the weight you’d been carrying alone.  

“c’mon,” he muttered, tugging you toward the bedroom. “you’re done. no more of this.”  

“but - ”  

he shot you a look. “no buts. you’re gonna sleep.”  

you wanted to protest, but the second you hit the bed, exhaustion slammed into you like a tidal wave. you barely registered the weight of him next to you, pulling you against his chest, hand rubbing slow, soothing circles against your back.  

“gonna take care of you, sweetheart,” he whispered against your hair, voice soft, warm. “always.”  

and for the first time in three nights, you believed it.

ᰔ frank castle : @stvr-dust, @uncertified-doc, @erospecies

taglist form linked in pinned post :3

[journal420]

If ur still looking for reqs maybe Stan scooping ford up in his arms, or vice versa? I love when they just lug each other around

ignore my crappy handwriting . I LOVE THESE TWO !!!!!

[crsssie]

one, two, three - jinshi x reader (nsfw warning)

"You know, Eunuch Jinshi." You squirm as he licks his fingers to wet them for you, humming.

"Yes, dearest?"

"Are you really allowed to be coveting the lower concubines like this?"

"Mm.." Jinshi ponders over your words, prying your legs apart gently "I am sure the emperor would not mind."

"Truly?" You adjust yourself as he slides the first finger into you.

"Truly." He hums, sliding a second one into you as your lips part for a quiet gasp. "How could I not covet you when you sing so sweetly for me?"

"Is that so?" You moan as he slides a third in, making a mess of you in the bed, forced to stay quiet about how he probably could have stolen you from the emperor if he really wished for it. But now, you would be his little secret. It's not like he'd let the emperor ever see you in a state like this.

[chasiufan]

Armand tending a weeping Marius perhaps...? :o

):

[ashoss]

why is he aflame ?

[eggsdrawings]

grab what’s precious

fem dabihawks, ko-fi request for @cynda-queer !!

[riotforbear]

hi !! may i please request a brock boeser or this one dakgar scene from the air canucks video in 2022 (https://youtu.be/kVCLSrllCKA?si=J-pehrd1I-5MyJ8C) at the 0:30 mark ?? thank u for all the canucks content this off-season 🥺🫡

maybe got a little carried away with one of these hmm who knows

[qiornono]

could we get fugio angst? just for sillyness :3

an excerpt from “the war of vaslav nijinsky,” by frank bidart. featuring phf fugio. just for sillys :)

[soadscrawl]

comic of Keith teaching lance how to use his broadsword 🥺

this isnt exactly a comic but its what i thought of lol (click for quality)

[fastboatsmojito]

hi! can i request a scott smut where you're on the phone for a work call or something and scott decides it's the perfect time to have some fun, freakiness level is up to you 🤭 thank you!!

ohhh my god WHY OF COURSE!!!! thank u anon, this is beautiful

pay attention — Scott Miller x reader <3

notes; Scott miller how I missed you </3 trying to catch up on all my drafts finally i promise

cw; smut btc, afab!gn reader, pnv — no condom mention are u new here, a splash of choking, somnophilia mentioned if u squint, scott being scott, basically porn no plot, enjoy <3

it wasn’t your fault he had to leave so much. traveling was just a part of the job, no matter your objections. he was good at it, and though he wouldn’t admit it he enjoyed it.

coming home late meant you were usually asleep, or sleepily waiting on him and passing out the minute he drags you off to bed. mornings were the only time you really got together most weekdays and you were not letting them go to waste.

fortunately that’s how you ended up arching your back off the bed with your nightgown scrunched up around your waist, scotts fingers gripping you over the silk like they began and ended there.

you let him know weeks ago that he should wake you up before he left for work, for a little stress relief if nothing else. and he had, smoothing his hands up the silk covering your skin while you sighed, eyes still closed.

it was early, your alarm had yet to blare out but sunlight was beginning to drift through the curtains, you weren’t expecting anything to disrupt the quiet only adjourned by the dreamy sighs leaving your lips and the lewd squelch following each of his thrusts over you.

unfortunately, someone had called out of work that morning and your exasperated boss was calling you to come in early, disturbing your peace only for a moment while you reached over to see who it was.

“shit, I have to take this.” of course you should’ve known that wasn’t enough to stop Scott, giving him a questioning glance when he told you to answer it, having no clear intention on stopping unless you asked him to.

his heart was in the right place — or rather his dick, set on giving both of you the release you’d been whining about through texts about missing him the night before.

“what? scott-“ the third ring of your phone had come and gone, as had scotts patience for the grading sound.

“answer it. and pay attention, unless you want your boss to know what you’re too busy to come in for.” though his darkened, sleep-ridden voice had you clenching around him, you’d really rather not have to make eye contact with your boss after that.

you answered and put the phone to your ear, biting your lip after what you hoped came off as a sleepy ‘hello’. your boss’ voice was hard enough to listen to when you weren’t getting fucked into the mattress, now it just sounded like nonsense.

when he seemed to be finished speaking you had to apologize and ask him to repeat it, making up an excuse about it being ‘so early’ while you had no problem letting scott know how good he was making you feel moments before.

he wanted you to come in a few hours before you were scheduled, which just so happened to be in about thirty minutes. surely he was out of his mind, but you couldn’t exactly tell him that. instead opting to roll your eyes and clamp a hand around your mouth during a particularly deep thrust.

“what’d he want?” scott asked, bringing you back out of the space in your head reserved just for him. your boss cleared his throat on the phone, likely getting antsy at your lack of clear response.

“sorry” one of Scotts hands was finding its way to your throat, “I would, but I’m actually busy all morning.” and his hand was squeezing just enough to make your head fuzzy — to remind you he was listening.

your boss seemed pissed but you couldn’t find it in yourself to indulge in his sighs of displeasure when you were trying so hard to muffle sounds of your own. you recommended he call someone else and hastily hung up the phone, free to moan and sigh and beg your boyfriend for whatever he’d give you.

[hoshiina]

pairing: hoshina soushirou x gn!reader (no prns)

request: hiii idk if u take these kinds of requests but id like to see jealous reader (preferably if reader and hoshina are already in an established relationship and reader works in a different division, meaning they dont get to see each other much) like maybe he’s used to calling okonogi “my dear” and its the first reader heard him call anyone with a pet name like that and she starts to overthink and gets pouty/ sulky and hoshina doesnt notice it at first but when he does he starts teasing her which doesnt help HAHAHAHA if its ok can it be hurt/ comfort and end in fluff & HELLO!! can i request an angst to fluff with hoshina where reader thinks he likes okonogi more than him especially since he is against revealing him n reader’s relationship to the third division (for other reasons of course). hopefully this isnt too specific!! i hope u have a wonderful day:))

notes: hoshina calls the reader “darling”, hurt comfort, him accepting jealousy a valid emotion (very important to me i fear), so sorry i merged the reqs!! i hope this was satisfactory for both TY FOR THE REQ!, this is a twt thread i thought about while writing this, (l/n) mention in the bonus part

wc: 1400

Oh, you hated when this happened. You hated when your heart started to tighten in this horrible way you knew well. You hated being jealous.

You hated how self centered it made you feel and how it ate away at your thoughts and feelings. It made you feel like your good thoughts were disintegrating to horrible ones. However, what you hated even more was how it meant you were doubting his love for you— and that was the last thing you wanted to do. You didn't want to doubt him, nor did you doubt him, but when the jealousy got to your head it was over. You were stuck in a loop.

To top it off, the cause of this all was truly harmless and hardly that big of a deal, but that's usually how most anxious thoughts start. They start little.

You were called to visit the 3rd Division to help with research on a field you were particularly knowledgeable on, and you happened to hear Hoshina's laughter from the operation room, so you went in to take a peek.

“It was not that funny,” Okonogi was saying to him, but Hoshina only continued to laugh.

“Yes, it definitely was,” he laughed. “I knew Kafka would forget about that hole in the training grounds again.”

“Why don't you remind him, then?”

“Comedic relief, of course.”

“Alright then.”

“Okonogi dear, you're no fun,” he said.

They said a few more things, but you couldn't seem to focus on their words. ‘Dear’? Was that merely a simple pet name? Or was there more to them than you initially expected?

Oh, the worries started to fill your head. And they were things you didn't want to be worried about— Okonogi was always so sweet to you when you popped by and you knew Hoshina loved you. The last thing you wished to do was doubt them, nor did you want to make things awkward around them. There were just so many things that you just didn't know about, being in a different division as him. You doubted they even knew you were dating, and the voice in your head would only get louder.

It was then that Hoshina saw you at the doorway and called over to you.

“Are you done with work?” he asked, his voice excited and hopeful. Your heart stung.

“Not quite yet,” you tried to sound disappointed, but for the right reason. “I’ll get going now.”

You walked away from the room as quickly as you could, seemingly naturally. You didn't want to be there and you didn't want to talk to him before calming down first— you were sure you'd say something silly if you spoke now.

Yet, immediately you heard footsteps behind you and a hand you knew well grab yours.

“Soushirou?” you asked, turning to look behind you.

“What's wrong?” he asked, his voice soft and visible concern in his eyes. “Do you feel unwell?”

Pang in your chest again.

“Not at all, nothing's wrong?” you said, but you could see the way he pursued his lips— the hurt in his eyes from how you wouldn't tell him what was troubling you. Gosh, why did you feel this way? Why must you feel much silly emotions.

“It's truly so stupid,” you said. “I'll tell you another time.”

“Alright,” he said, letting go of your hand. That one was your bad— you knew he wouldn't push you any further, even if he wanted to.

Dinner that night was awkward. You weren't even that jealous, but the fact that you felt something was gnawing at your brain upset you. Not to mention the fact that you were keeping something from him made you feel even worse.

“How was your training?” you asked.

“Alright, I suppose,” he said. There was a horrible moment of silence. You weren’t sure what to say.

“I think I’m getting a hang of this new technique,” he finally continued, but you wouldn’t look up at him— you were afraid he wouldn’t look your way.

“I see,” you said. “That’s really cool… I’d like to see someday.”

“I’ll show you as soon as its better,” he said.

The rest of dinner felt… quiet. The two of you still talked throughout it but it was terribly different from the usual lively catch-up you’d have— it was heart-wrenching quite frankly.

So as you’d imagine, going to sleep was even worse. You subconsciously faced away from him and pretended to fall asleep quickly, hoping he’d sleep soon too. You hated what was going on, but you just couldn’t bring this up. You knew it was silly and you knew you’d forget soon enough. You’d probably regret making such a big deal out of it.

“Darling,” he said, and immediately you turned to face him. He was already facing you. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t feel like it… I’m sorry I pushed you.”

Gosh, you thought. You gulped. You wished he wasn’t so kind.

“You’re going to think I’m so annoying though,” you said, voice cracking in a way you didn’t wish for it to and immediately his eyes widened.

“Darling, what happened?” he asked, suddenly worried. “You could never be annoying to me.”

“I… heard you…” you started and he just listened— he waited. “I heard you calling Okonogi, ‘dear.’ And suddenly I—”

“I’m so sorry,” he said, without hesitation. “I hadn’t even realized I did that, it was completely by habit. I won’t anymore.”

You finally met his eyes and the way he looked so horrified he had made you feel bad was so prominent in his eyes.

“No, Soushirou,” you said. “I didn’t mean for you to have to change anything— I know so well that both of you are so sweet to me and there’s nothing going on. I just—”

“Darling, calm down,” he said, cutting you off. “You’ve done nothing wrong, why are you beating yourself up? This was my bad and that’s about it. None of this is you.”

“I—,” you said, taking a moment to collect yourself. “I hate to be jealous, Soushirou. I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” he asked and you paused to look up at him, utterly confused.

“Why?” he asked again.

“It’s such an… ugly feeling,” you said.

“Is it?”

“Is it… not?”

“What’s wrong with being jealous?”

“Because it’s like I’m doubting you or something… when I don’t at all.”

“I think that’s a different thing entirely, no?” he asked. “You can know in your head that I’m in love with you and still feel something else— they’re not always the same. A little jealousy is perfectly healthy, I think.”

“Oh…” you said. You wanted to say so much more but there was so much to process first. Your heart swelled with such warmth.

“I get jealous too. I hate when Narumi gets too close to you or bothers you when I’m not around,” he continued on. “But in my head I know you’d never do anything to hurt me and you’d stop him if he crosses a line. I’ll try to stop if that bothers you though.”

“No,” you said. “That sounds… nice. I’m rather… happy… you were a jealous actually. But I’ll make sure to keep some more distance between Captain Narumi next time.”

He laughed. “Sounds good. But you tell me if there’s anything more that bothers you okay. I’ll fix myself up.”

“I will,” you said and he kissed your forehead. “But Soushirou, I don’t mind much anymore. You can stay the way you are.”

“No, no, stop overthinking. You need to sleep now, you have an early morning tomorrow.”

“Yeah. You too Sou,” you said and he hummed.

Once you were certain he was asleep, you kissed his cheek and slipped your hand into his. You liked holding his hand when you fell asleep, but you weren’t sure if it made it harder for him to fall asleep.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him. “You mean the world to me.”

You lightly kissed his cheek, careful not to wake him up, but to your surprised he smiled. He squeezed your hand and without opening his eyes, “You missed,” he said.

He kissed you on the lips and you laughed, snuggling up against him. “You were awake.”

“I was waiting for you to hold my hand,” he said. “I like when we hold hands when we sleep.”

BONUS:

From then on, Hoshina stopped calling Okonogi “dear” as much, and it’d only happen when it truly slipped out of him from force of habit.

“Vice-Captain, you’ve started dating (l/n), haven’t you?” she said to him one day while they were sorting through files.

“How... did you know?” he asked. The two of you had been dating for quite a while now, but he was more surprised she guessed you correctly.

“It’s terribly obvious you’re completely in love,” she said.

He blinked. And then he laughed. 

He’d have to ask you that night if he can share the news with everyone, properly, then.

[feng-shui71]

hi girl! first of all, thank you for feeding me because i hate so much my life rn, can i have Junior and Wesker moments? idk but it's something that's been on my mind since i saw that Alvina was the fav one, i want love for that too 😭😭😭

Yeah of course !! he may not be the favourite but Wesker still loves him <3

[baekhyunsbestie]

How do you think EXO members would react if f! reader locked their legs around them right before they came so they have no choice but to cum inside ? 🤭

happy belated bday btw 💋😽

omg first of all thank u sm for the bday wishes 🩷💞����💖🩷💞 ur so sweet i wanna kiss ur forehead n hand u a cupcake. now second of all… ur req??? that’s villain behavior. that’s final boss energy. i’m... obsessed w u

would deffo panic (but still cum, let’s b real):

⟢ junmyeon

he tries to keep his composure—bless his soul. his hands are steady, his pace controlled, that little crease in his brow showing how close he is… but the second you wrap your legs around him, lock him in tight, and give him that look? he falters.

his breath catches in his throat, a soft gasp slipping past his lips. “b-baby, wait—i’m gonna—fuck,” he chokes out, voice trembling as his hips twitch, control slipping from his fingers like sand. his lips press to your collarbone, moaning into your skin as he cums hard and fast, buried deep inside you before he can even process what’s happening.

his body gives in completely, but his brain? immediate crisis mode. this is a responsible man, okay—his inner voice is screaming pull out pull out pull the fuck out, but it’s already too late. he’s twitching, pulsing inside you, whispering your name like it’s a prayer as he unravels.

and afterward? he’s a mess. still cradling your waist like he’s afraid you’ll float away, face flushed as he glances down at the mess between you, mumbling, “you really drive me crazy…” half-dazed, half-mortified, fully obsessed.

he’s sweating, overthinking, already asking if you’re on birth control while also 100% plotting how soon he can do it again. bc yeah—he panicked, sure… but that orgasm? it wrecked him. and now he’s lowkey addicted.

⟢ kyungsoo

he goes completely still. no words, no sounds—just a sharp inhale and the way his whole body tenses, like his brain short-circuited trying to process what you just did. it’s not panic exactly… it’s something deeper. heavier.

and then it hits—this low, guttural groan tearing from his chest, raw and unfiltered as his hands clamp down on your hips, hard, like instinct. he cums inside you with a shuddering gasp, body trembling, jaw clenched, every pulse hitting so deep it steals his breath.

but he doesn’t move. he just stays there, buried in you, breathing heavy, fingers still digging into your waist like he’s not done. like he can’t be done.

later? he’ll act unfazed, cool and composed as ever—but his grip lingers a little longer, his gaze burns a little darker, and that edge in his voice? yeah… he’s still thinking about it. still replaying how it felt to be trapped like that—how badly he liked it.

and next time? oh, he’s flipping the script. he’s the one locking your legs up.

⟢ sehun

he starts off cocky—smirking, teasing, mouthing off like he’s got you wrapped around his finger. but the second your legs lock around him, and he realizes he’s trapped? he falters. his jaw clenches, breath catches, and for a split second, that smug confidence flickers into something needy.

“shit—fuck, you’re really not letting me go?” he mutters, voice low and shaky, head tipping back as his hands grip your thighs tighter, body already giving in. he cums hard, so hard it knocks the wind out of him—hips stuttering, eyes fluttering shut, a groan ripping from his throat as he fills you up.

and afterward? the cockiness snaps right back. he leans in, voice still wrecked, lips brushing yours as he whispers, “god… you’re so desperate for me, huh?” but his body betrays him—he’s still trembling, still holding you too tight, still on the edge of unraveling all over again.

he acts unfazed, but he’s shaken. keeps thinking about it, replaying the moment your legs locked around him like a highlight reel in his head. he’ll tease you for it later, but deep down? he’s hooked—and he knows it.

would love it (like… boatloads. gallons. ocean of sin):

⟢ baekhyun

the way he freezes—jaw clenched, eyes dark, body completely still—it’s not hesitation. it’s anticipation. it’s him finally processing that you did exactly what he’s been dying for.

he just stares at you for a second, chest heaving, like he can’t believe you really locked him in like that. but deep down? this fucker’s been waiting for it. fantasizing about it. craving that moment you’d snap, pull him in, trap him.

he exhales slow—low, dangerous—then rolls his hips deeper, pressing you flush against him with a wicked smirk.

“oh… so that’s how we’re playing now?”

no panic. no resistance. just pure, unfiltered chaos spilling through every movement.

you tighten your legs around him and that’s when he snaps. a guttural moan tears out of his throat, hands gripping your hips so tight it’s bruising, possessive, like he’s scared you’ll slip away mid-orgasm. his thrusts go rough, sharp, merciless—he’s fucking you thru it like he wants to ruin you. like he wants to leave his name carved inside you.

“yeah? you want it that bad, baby?” he growls, voice all wrecked and breathless. “then take it. take all of it.”

he cums hard, hips jerking, body trembling as he fills you to the brim—deep, heavy, twitching from how hard he’s unraveling inside you. and even when it’s over, he doesn’t stop. he’s still grinding into you, chasing every last drop, still groaning low in your ear like he can’t get enough.

his hands slide under your knees, holding you open, keeping you locked in place, making sure not a single drop escapes. you’re not going anywhere. not yet.

he’s still catching his breath, sweat dripping, chest rising and falling—but his grin? dangerous. insatiable. smug as hell. “we’re doin’ that again,” he says, voice gravelly and full of promise.

because yeah… you just gave him exactly what he’s been craving. and now that you’ve unleashed it? he’s not letting you walk straight for days.

⟢ jongin

the way he’d whimper for you—soft, breathless, completely wrecked. he was already close, barely holding on, and the moment your legs lock tight around him, his whole body goes rigid. a broken moan tumbles out, your name spilling from his lips like a prayer as he loses it.

his forehead drops to yours, hand cradling your face, voice shaking as he whispers, “you feel too good… can’t stop… can’t stop…” over and over while he cums deep inside you—completely overwhelmed by the heat, the pressure, the way your body traps him in that perfect, filthy bliss.

his hips jerk through it, rhythm messy, desperate, like he’s trying to carve the feeling into his bones. the pleasure hits him so hard he starts babbling, words spilling out in a frenzy.

“fuckfuckfuck, baby—yes—yes—fuck, i’m gonna cum so deep.”

he’s gone. utterly undone. you lock your legs, and he’s yours—whimpering, twitching, eyes fluttering as he fills you up. the way he finishes? obscene. thick and heavy, dripping from you long after.

and afterward, he stays buried in you, breath ragged, fingers still clutching your waist, body trembling from the overstimulation. he’s dazed, messy, addicted—and already thinking about the next time.

because next time? he’ll beg you to do it again—before he even gets close.

⟢ chanyeol

he completely malfunctions. the second your legs lock around him, his body tenses, eyes flicking down like he can’t believe what you just did. “did you just—?” he breathes, stunned for half a second.

then he groans—low, guttural, filthy—and slams his hips forward without hesitation. instinct takes over. control? gone. “you wanna be filled that bad, huh?” he growls, voice strained, hands gripping your thighs like he’s trying to hold himself together but completely unraveling.

his pace turns rough, messy, desperate—he’s fucking you through his orgasm like it’s not just release, it’s a mission. he cums hard, deep, shaking, groans spilling out of him with every pulse, burying his face in your neck like he needs to anchor himself to reality.

his whole body shudders, breath ragged, and even after he finishes, he doesn’t stop. he stays inside you, still panting, still twitching, hands holding your legs in place like he’s not ready to let go.

“fuck… you’re gonna get me addicted to this,” he mutters, voice wrecked, lips brushing your skin.

(spoiler: he already is.)

⟢ minseok

he’s deceptively calm—breathing heavy, eyes sharp, muscles tense—but when your legs suddenly lock around him, there’s no panic. just a slow, wicked smirk and a flicker of chaos behind his gaze.

“so fuckin' greedy,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, before driving his hips in deeper, harder—relentless. he cums with a deep groan pressed against your skin, jaw clenched, body shaking as he buries himself to the hilt.

his hands slide under your knees, pushing your legs open wider, holding you there while he fills you up completely, watching you squirm from how full you feel—watching you come undone from the weight of it.

he says nothing at first, just stares down at you with that intense, unreadable expression, like he’s memorizing the moment you took control. like you flipped a switch in him. and when his voice finally breaks the silence, it’s hoarse and heavy: “want me to fill ya up that badly, huh?”

he loves the shift—loves the way you took what you wanted and made him surrender without a single word. he cums deep and slow, shivering as he groans through his teeth, every pulse of release drawn out, deliberate.

and when it’s over, he doesn’t move. just stays there, buried in you, still twitching, still hard, watching the way your body trembles around him. watching his cum start to drip out—and thinking about how fast he can get you there again.

⟢ yixing

oh, he’d love it—crave it, even. that loss of control, that moment you take over and lock your legs around him? it ruins him in the best way. his breath catches, a broken, shaky groan escapes his throat, and suddenly he’s kissing you harder—messy, desperate, hungry for every inch of you.

“want me that badly?” he whispers against your lips, voice low and trembling, wrecked beyond belief. his fingers dig into your waist as his hips stutter, soft moans spilling from his mouth like a prayer—raw, unfiltered, beautiful.

and when he cums, it’s deep—slow, heavy, every pulse like he’s pouring his soul into you. he holds you tighter, burying his face in your neck, still gasping, still trembling, like he never wants to let you go.

“fuck, baby… ya feel too good. i can’t stop. don’t wanna stop.”

he’d thank you for it—like you just gave him the most intimate gift. even after, he stays inside, still twitching from how hard he came, kissing your skin between breathless praises.

you feel too perfect. he’s not pulling out. not yet. not when he’s this deep, this full, this completely undone by you.

[writtenbyplato]

this is what i bring to the table at 6am until i actually answer these individually at a later time. triple yuri

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