#wyd when u come home to this

[theloveinc]

from worst to best on the scale of how bad each boy’s apartment is when you come back home after fighting for a week: 

Deku - uhhhh dirty and messy because he completely falls apart. doesn’t do a single piece of laundry the entire time and lives purely off what he already has in the fridge and cabinet, even if that means he’s picking at the same leftovers for a week. the kitchen is the worst of it, he doesn’t touch the dishes either... and his bathroom has started smelling a bit like mold 

Kirishima - moldy fruit in the fruit bowl and moldy vegetables in the fridge. has gotten takeout every single day but hasn’t taken the trash out once. the whole bedroom floor is laundry and the bathroom is just a mess of open products and drawers. has no toilet paper or paper towel or anything. he’s literally been sleeping under just a sheet

Bakugo - pretty clean except his fridge is essentially empty except for condiments and a spill. he’s also been wearing the same pajamas for five days straight and lowkey? highkey stinks. ghost town in there

Todoroki - nothing too significant has changed except for some reason his sheets smell like he hasn’t gotten out of them for a week. his body wash and toothpaste are also like... entirely empty and his shampoo is mixed with water. 

[bibleofficial]

i i’m too big to admit it but it’s of value to post w timestamp that im genuinely anorexic. i need to say it for myself. as soon as i found out that it was past midnight & i had been drinking, i knew that i had to get absolutely plastered to vomit later bc i’d not exercised on an empty stomach that day - as expected, to be empty; begging for calories - & ‘need to repay the expent calories,’ despite the necessary intake for survival. it’s pathetic truly like. girl … wtf ? 😭😭 grow up 🙄 anyway … not me de electing in my own damn post

[misserabella]

Can u do more police officer Ellie??

a/n; okay okay. i needed to, alright? let’s switch it up this time.

cuff me up

officer! ellie williams x fem! reader

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, sexting, masturbation (r), teasing, dirty talking, ellie is a soft! dom in this, use of cuffs (r), fingering (r receiving), scissoring, face riding (e receiving), multiple orgasms, praising, praise kink, no use of y/n!…

it’s late. it’s really fucking late and you’re high out of your mind. you’re really horny too. and your girlfriend had yet not come home. you had tried to push it away. but you couldn’t help it. weed made you horny. really horny. and really fucking sensitive too.

and you couldn’t stop staring at the picture ellie had messaged you a couple of minutes ago.

you

wyd?

els

nothing much. jus’ missing my pretty girl. wby?

you looked at her hands, at the fingers that had fucked you open the night before, when you’d had too much energy to go to sleep. you clenched your thighs, felt yourself getting needier. you bit down on your lip.

you

just missing u too.

ellie’s eyes roamed on your chest, peeking at your hard nipples, at the swell of your breasts. she almost groaned. then she looked at the blunt in between your fingers, clicking her tongue.

els

oh yeah?

smoking too, hm?

you smiled.

you

maybe.

els

bad girl

smoking weed when your gf is a police officer…

she teased you. and you did the same.

you

are you gonna arrest me now, mister officer?

ellie scoffed, readjusting herself on her sit. there was a smirk tugging from her lips.

els

i bet you’d like that

you decided to play with her for a little bit more. push her a little bit further. your next picture, was one of your panties, of your thighs, which still has live bites from the night before.

you

maybe…

els

what are you doing?

you let out this quiet sound. you could almost hear her low tone, feel her green eyes on you.

you

me? nothing…

els

come on doll. stop playing.

you

i’m not playing els. i just really miss you.

your hands

your mouth

your fingers

ellie groaned. she had just finished today’s training, being completely alone in the showers. one of her hands fell on her lap, cupping her cunt.

els

oh yeah?

you

yeah. i’m so wet for you right now…

els

poor thing. always so needy when you get high.

you’re wet for me baby?

you

yeah

els

how much?

you whimpered, your own hand pushing inside your panties. you let out a sigh when you felt how wet you had become, slick pooling in between your puffy lips.

you

very.

when are you getting home?



you started circling your clit. ellie knew you were. she got up from her spot, taking her things.

els

soon.

why don’t you keep playing with your pretty pussy until i get there, hm? keep it warm and wet for me.

you moaned, sending her a text telling her to hurry before pushing your phone aside and continued touching yourself. you were so sensitive.

one of your hands came to cup your breasts, pinching at your nipples, rolling them in between your fingers as you pushed one finger inside, sighing at the feeling.

it wasn’t the same as having ellie’s. they were larger, hit the perfect spot with ease. but it’ll do. you curled them, letting out a moan. it felt good. too good. but you needed something more.

you reached with your free hand into your bed site table, taking out of its drawer your magic wand. you thanked god you had charged it before.

you spit on it, lubbing it up before putting it against your puffy flit.

“oh fuck.” you sighed. that was it. you curled your fingers once again, your hips thrusting against your touch.

you didn’t know how long you teased yourself, stoping yourself from cumming when you could almost taste it just to start all over again. but you were feeling your mind getting fuzzy. and you were crying for release.

thankfully, you could hear ellie opening the door to your shared apartment. you let out a moan, your clit being oversensitive at this point.

she was panting once she finally got to the bedroom, groaning at the sight of your open thighs and drenched cunt.

“ellie…” you cried out her name, speeding up your fingers. “please…”

you were so close it hurt. you couldn’t stop it anymore.

she was quick to get in between your legs, on her knees, pushing your hand away from your pussy just to plunge two of her fingers inside of you instead, taking the ones you’d be touching to push them inside her mouth, humming. you moaned. fuck. she looked so hot on her sweats and black tank top. and fuck have you missed her fingers.

she cooed.

“shhh. it’s okay baby. you can cum. come on. give it to me.” she didn’t have to ask twice. you had made yourself wait so much that her permission was the switch for you to fall. you came all over her fingers with a cry, moaning over and over as the waves of your orgasm crashed through you, and she helped you ride it, thrusting her fingers in and out of you. “that’s it. atta girl. poor thing had been holding up for too long, hm?”

she then kissed you, long and deep, slow. and your hands tangled on her hair.

she pushed the magic wand aside, her fingers shining with your cum.

“how can i be mad at you for smoking when you welcome me like this, huh? you make it hard for me, doll.” you smiled, watching her clean it off of her fingers.

you trailed her hands down to her chest, squeezing her tits as you bit down on your lip.

“i’m a good girl officer.” she scoffed.

“you know is not good to lie to the law, baby…”

“maybe i just want you to cuff me up.” you muttered against her lips, and she let out a soft breath when one of your hands came down to cup her cunt. you could feel the tension in between the two of you, the eagerness.

“is that so?” your eyes shone a little bit when she straightened herself, getting her handcuffs from her backpack. “then stop touching me and put your hands up.” she ordered, and you smirked:

“yes, sir.” you followed, putting your hands up and sighing when you felt the cold metal around them, clicking and locking you in.

ellie pulled down her sweats and underwear. she had already soaked her boxers. you knew what she had in mind when her hands surrounded one of your thighs, pulling from you as she straddled you. your eyes were glued to her pussy, just mere inches away from yours. she spat on it, and your hips shook at the feeling of her spit gliding through your lips down to your twitching entrance.

the first touch was heavenly, she was soaking wet, and it was easy to thrust against your clit. you moaned, and she grunted.

“oh fuck ellie…” you whimpered as she started to slowly rock herself against you.

“yeah, just like that…” she said. “open up.” two of her fingers tapped against your mouth, and you followed, letting your tongue out.

you gagged a little as she pushed them down your throat.

“atta girl…” your tongue lapped at them, still being able to taste yourself on them. “such a beautiful mouth.” you hummed, relaxing your throat as she started to thrust in it, at the same pace as her hips —which were quickly speeding up—. you were filled up, drooling down your chin and your thighs. the weed on your system only made everything better. and ellie knew it. she could see it in your droopy eyes and languid movements. you were caught up in the moment. on her. she would never admit it, but she loved to have you like this. needy. obedient. you’d do anything for her. open and tied down for her to do whatever she wanted. “might put it to use later.” you moaned, nodding and letting her fingers go with a pop.

“yes, please…” you begged. you knew what she meant. knew that you’d probably end up on your knees with your face buried between her thighs. you almost came at the thought of tasting the two of you on her cunt. “please use me.”

“well aren’t you sweet…” she smirked, leaving a harsh thrust that made you moan out loud. “asking for it so nicely… i will babe. i will fuck your mouth. just not yet.” her thrusts were getting harsher, both your clits brushing against the other. “first i need to make my girl feel better, don’t i?” you were getting close.

her hands cupped your tits after having pushed your shirt up, playing with your nipples. your back arched.

“ellie, i’m gonna cum…” you whimpered, thrusting against her, feeling your orgasm building up faster and faster.

“go ahead doll, soak my pussy up. you’re gonna look so pretty eating it all up later…” she grunted, and her filthy words had you painting her cunt in white ropes of slick cum, your eyes rolling to the back of her head. “fuuck. good girl.” she praised you, fucking against you to help you ride out your second orgasm of the night.

you hissed at the overstimulation when it became too much, and ellie pulled away. your mind was fuzzy, you were fucked out. but you came back to the present when you saw ellie slowly crawl her way up to your face, knees in each side of your head. you moaned. this was much better. she was properly gonna fuck your mouth. you could see your cum beading up on her lips, ready to drip onto your face. you wanted to lick her clean.

one of her hands came down to your hair, soft large fingers trailing through them. she didn’t have to say anything. you were quick to push your tongue out, letting it rest against your bottom lip and chin for her to sat on. you let out a muffled whimper when she did. heavy and sweet on your tongue. you lapped at her in need, starved.

“that’s it. atta girl. suck on it.” she grunted as you released her clit with a pop, staring to slowly grin against your tongue. your hands, even being cuffed landed on her thighs, on her knees, wherever you could grab her to squeeze her flesh, begging for more. she gave it to you, moaning at the feeling of your lips sucking on her clit. she had been already close from fucking you, now she was about to burst. and the sight of you licking her clean was not helping her to last.

you were always so eager to please.

“i’m cumming.” she moaned, and you sucked harder on her clit as you felt her thighs start shaking, clenching. she was suffocating you. and fuck if it wasn’t turning you on.

she came with a grunt, her cum filling your mouth as she rocked herself against your tongue to ride it out.

when it became too much for her, she got back on her knees, looking at your fucked out state. you were pussy drunk. with droopy eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips. there were hairs sticking to your forehead due to the sweat, and you chin was dripping in her juices and your spit.

she smirked . “you didn’t lie…”

“you are a good girl.”

-

a/n: well this was different.

[asapeveryday]

The Last Time Pt2

Paring: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sex/hooking up, casual culture, unnecessary miscommunication 😇

Summary: Months later,you attempt to distance yourself from Paige in hopes of calming down the intense feelings you harbour. Paige is uneasy from the intimacy of your relationship.

A/n: sorry guys this one is all plot…and the next one too I think. But dw it’ll be worth it in the end. Feel free to point out any mistakes !

Minors DNI under the cut!!

It was a mutual understanding you two had. Paige didn’t mean for you two to keep meeting for this long, but the unintentional intimacy the two of you shared with every linkup was enough to keep her craving.

Paige Bueckers can’t be tied down, especially with an NCAA championship on the line. Ball first and girls second. For you, you prioritized school above all else. The one day you went out to have fun, Paige set her eyes on you and it’s been history since then. First casual hookups in party bedrooms, then in her car on the way back from practice. Aggressive after a bad game or slow and sensual after a good one. You even visited her dorm when nobody else was home, and she had slept over at yours. it’s all fun.

Until Paige noticed you stopped texting first.

Paige Bueckers, who receives constant comments from thousands of people on the daily begging her to look their way, was constantly asking you to fuck??

“Nah…I’m not chasing.” She says, trying to convince herself more than her teammates.

Azzi scoffs. “This is actually embarrassing.”

“Lemme see!” KK attempts to grab Paige’s phone from Azzi, who swats her hand away. Paige rubs her forehead, exasperated.

“Holy shit!” KK practically screams. “No way this girls puss is so good she got you texting like that.”

Paige says nothing, but grabs her phone back and scrolls through her texts with you. Was it really that bad?

Her eyes graze over texts from the past 5 months. Every time it’s Paige asking to meet up.

“Yo, wyd?”

“Practice sucked. U busy?”

“Did u see our game? I feel like celebrating.”

“I’m picking u up in 5”

“Come over tmr?”

And you respond every time with some variation of yes or maybe.

That seems pretty bad.

Paige thinks back to the last time you guys met up. Despite your lack of initiative and your dry responses, you always showed up for her wet and ready, usually showered and shaved if it wasn’t short notice. You genuinely seemed interested in her life and she had become slightly infatuated with yours, especially since she only ever talked to you face to face. Plus, Paige knew for a fact you enjoyed every night you spent with her, she made sure of it.

It was a vicious cycle that she was stuck in. She’d meet up with you to fuck, then you’d entrance her with a fun outing, or a deep question. She’d have the night of her life, then throughout the week Paige would convince herself it was all casual. That she could stop whenever she wanted.

Paige told her teammates you guys were hooking up. She did not mention the late night talks and restaurant runs. Mostly because she never did that with the other girls, so KK and Azzi would probably get the wrong impression. Plus, she’s supposed to be focusing on basketball, not you.

“She prob has a roster or something.” KK shrugs. “Doesn’t seem like you’re the first priority to her if she ain’t texting first. You got yourself a playaaaaa!”

“Hold on though.” Azzi interrupts. “She responds to every booty call?” Paige nods. “Okay, so that’s not much of a player move on her part.”

“Maybe it’s not that deep.” KK says. “She wants a fun night with you, but not enough to text you. That’s it.”

“That, or she thinks you suck but doesn’t know how to say no.”Azzi says, smirking.

“It’s all casual anyways. No biggie.” Paige grumbles.

The truth is she’s not content with the fact that she’s not satisfying you enough to make you text her, especially since her roster is basically bare with the exception of you. When did that even happen? She shakes off the realization that she hasn’t had sex with anyone but you since you two met.

She wondered if you’d even had a night where you laid in bed and thought, ‘damn I wish Paige were here to fuck me silly.’ Because she would’ve been lying if she were to say she never thought of you. The proof was on her phone. She wasn’t gonna stand for this.

-

The actual truth was that you had those nights too often. The first time you hooked up with Paige was magic to you, she was a stranger who you wanted to know back to front. Something about the way she smiled like she knew everything she needed to about you.

And that freaked you out. Like, a lot.

You wanted to be casual, you really did. You hoped being casual meant you could be pleasured while detached and focused on your own goals, but it was easier said than done. The next dozen times you met up with her you hoped your fantasies would be flattened, but with every night in bed, or party escaped, or car seat reclined you only wanted her more. You couldn’t help but ask questions about her life. A life that was so different from yours. She didn’t seem to mind either. She wanted to hear you talk about where you hope to be after all your work pays off. She wanted to hear your dreams. You wondered if she did this with every casual hookup?

You decided to stop texting her, in hopes that she’d forget about you and move on to someone else, but every week without fail she’d texted you herself and then the cycle continued. You’d waited out your late night urges, and she would continuously seek you out. When you told your friends about it they weren’t much help.

“I wouldn’t text her.” One said. “You’re just gonna get more attached. This is Paige Bueckers we’re talking about. From what I heard, she just wants a good fuck. If that’s not enough for you I think you should find some nice girl who maybe isn’t a D1 athlete or something.”

“Maybe you should tell her you don’t want to see her anymore. She’s focused on her future. What happened to you being focused on yours?” Another said.

Your best friend was the only one who was remotely helpful. “I wouldn’t listen to them, they’re so obsessed with academics they forget how it feels to like someone like you do.” She smiles. “But if you’re not planning on telling Paige about how you feel, then I don’t think it’s good for you to keep meeting with her every time she asks you to.”

You thought about it. At first, Paige had made it clear she wasn’t into a relationship, and you feverishly agreed in hopes of focusing on yourself. Despite that, you sometimes felt her stare was a little too longing. The way she would happily be vulnerable with you didn’t seem very casual.

It didn’t matter about that though, because you also knew Paige wanted to be sought after. It was a miracle that she was still texting you, even though you hadn’t texted first in months. Soon enough her ego would get a bit too bruised, and she would end it herself. Maybe that was what you needed.

Then one day she did what you predicted. Laying in your dorm spread eagle, totally fucked out. You had just finished and it was late, but unlike Paige’s usual routine of staying in bed with you for a while, body squeezed comfortably into yours, fingers brushing through your hair, she immediately started to put her clothes back on. You turn to look at her with a questioning look on your face, and her face turned into an uncomfortable expression.

“Yeah, um. I don’t think I’m gonna see you for a while.” She says sheepishly.

You sit up. “Oh.” Unsure of what to say, not wanting this to end but also not wanting to cling onto her.

“I mean you’re like, great. I just think, well.” She seems like she doesn’t exactly know what to say.

“I gotta focus on Basketball now, so this’ll be the last time.” Paige shifts on her feet.

You want to roll your eyes at the basketball excuse, but you know this is partially your fault. Paige is a confident person, and you challenged her by never showing too much interest. You just decide to give a tired smile and wish her luck in the upcoming tournaments.

“Thanks.” Her posture visibly shrinks, but she says nothing else and leaves.

As you hear your door close you feel a sinking feeling in your stomach. With the exception of your constant attempts to detach from her, confrontation free, you knew you couldn’t be happy.

You learned about her life as an athlete, the struggles of being a female basketball player, the ups and downs of media attention, all the fun she has on away tournaments with her teammates who are practically family.

At the same time she had intently listened to your ambitions, how hard you worked to get where you are and the next steps you have planned out to be as successful as possible in your field. That’s something you two had in common, ambition. You both mutually understood that being driven and working hard was an unbeatable formula to getting what you want, you both had cracked that code. The late night fast food runs were pretty good too.

Groaning into your pillow, you realized you made a mistake by trying to be detached. It shouldn’t have mattered what anyone said. You like Paige, a lot. Even if she doesn’t want commitment, you know for a fact she likes you too. Your life doesn’t have to be on pause just so you can focus on your career.

Letting out a big breath you didn’t know you were holding, you decided to do the one thing you tried so hard to avoid.

Chase after her.

[judebelle]

been thinking ab joao and reader hooking up behind his teammates backs'... like they've been "involved" for a while but sometimes the tension is too much and they have to sneak away iykwim ;)

sneaky - j.f. x reader

a/n : omfg anon ur gonna be the death of meeeeeee!! also i made this kinda long since i havent posted in a while, oops..

pairing : joao felix x fem!reader

word count : 2.3k

summary : joao and u prefer to keep your love life private, secret even, but the the flirty looks and knowing smirks from across the room are becoming unbearable.

cw : smut obv, lil bit of alejandro x reader, sneaky joao and reader, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it ppl), make outs, cursing, me not bothering to accent his name lol sorry

---

you were starting to regret going out to dinner with your friend alejandro and his teammates.

the only reason why being that one of his teammates had become more.

hooking up with joao felix on the down low has been fun, you won't lie. and while you enjoy sneaky quickies and flirty messages, there were times where you wish you could just tear off his clothes and fuck that smug smile right off his face.

you were currently sitting in a restaurant, a private room and table was booked for alejandro, his barcelona teammates, and their plus ones. you and alejandro had become inseparable ever since you met in spain a few years ago, and you had grown increasingly close to his teammates.

very close to a certain mr felix.

the first time you met joao, it wasn't anything magical, you just thought he was fit. alejandro had introduced you to him when he came on loan to barca recently, and you just couldn't get him out of your head.

it seems that the feelings were mutual, as that very same night he followed you on instagram. you, of course, played it cool and took your time following him back (you waited like 10 seconds).

from there, you two messaged often, especially after the team would hang out.

joaofelix79 : u got home safe?

ynsusername : ofc i did

ynsusername : alejandro wouldn't let anything happen to me

joaofelix79 : that's good.

you two started messaging more, sometimes even calling each other late in the night. you couldn't explain why, maybe he was just fun to talk to.

you would complain to him about work, and he would complain about a mistake he made in training.

eventually, you two started hanging out alone.

not anything crazy, of course.

joaofelix79 : hey

joaofelix79 : js noticed im about to drive by ur place

joaofelix79 : wanna get some ice cream? my treat

how could you refuse that?

it wasn't all that shocking to you when a surprise ice cream date turned out into a steamy make out session on a bench in a park in the middle of the night.

"we should stop, someone might see us.." you murmured against the portuguese boy's lips, you yourself making no effort to.

"ok, if that's what you want." he pulled away from you, his fluffy hair disheveled thanks to you.

"5 more minutes" you placed your lips on his again, feeling him smile against them.

from there, weekly hangouts became almost nightly. he would pick you up in his car, and you would drive anywhere. you just needed an excuse to make out. you even put your number in his phone.

eventually, joao grew tired of the make outs that led to nothing, and you did too.

12:03 am - joao : wyd

12:03 am - you : was ab to put some instant noodles in the microwave lol

12:04 am - joao : dont bother

12:04 am - joao : come eat at my place

12:05 am - joao : i ordered uber eats

of course, you went, and you two ate the chinese takeout he bought. you two sat and laughed together at his attempt at using chopsticks.

and then you found yourself perched on his kitchen counter, him in between your legs while he rammed into you mercilessly. you left red marks across his back and biceps.

"my god, you feel amazing, querida." joao's words were muffled as his head was nuzzled into your neck, his lips caressing your hot skin with every word he spoke.

"i'm so fucking close, joao.." you whined and whispered curses while your hands found themselves travelling from his arms to his hair, tugging on the soft brown locks.

"let go, y/n, i'm close too!" he removed his flushed face from your neck and connected your lips together again, breathing heavily into your mouth.

you came undone with a sharp whine, arching into him. his thrusts became sloppy as he let out a long groan against your lips, releasing into the condom.

that was the first time you two had fucked, and it definitely would not be the last.

his house was usually where you two would hook up because it was so big, and you didn't have to worry about anything when you were there.

you two fucked anywhere - on the bed, in the shower, on the couch, even in the laundry room.

you found that it didn't really matter where you were. if either of you were craving the other, it happened right then and there. it was fun. it kept you on your toes, kept things fresh and fun.

but it became a curse when you two were at a team dinner.

---

"si, i told him he could go fuck off if that was what he wanted. that guy needs to learn some manners, for fucks sake!"

the table erupted in laughs as pedro went on about some story that you weren't really paying attention to to be honest. you were sat right beside your good friend, alejandro, who was very intrigued in pedro's story and hadn't spoken to you more than twice this evening.

across from you was joao. he was wearing a black dress shirt that hugged his biceps perfectly along with black dress pants. of course, to make your life more difficult, the top two shirt buttons weren't done up.

one more open button and everyone would've seen the hickey you gave him the other-

"isn't that right, y/n?"

alejandro was speaking to you, and you were too busy staring at joao's biceps to hear him.

"hmm? sorry?"

"i said, it was you who i walked in on dancing silently in the darkness darkness of your room, right?" alejandro smirked at the sight of your cheeks going red, this memory being nothing short of embarrassing to you.

"yup, that- uh- that was me..!" you looked down in humiliation as the table giggled at alejandro's unexpected story about you. he loved embarrassing you, it was his thing. he found it fun because he thought of you like a little sister.

you looked up to see joao, laughing along with everyone else at the table, finding amusement in your misery. you shot him a playful glare.

"i'm only teasing, mi corazón." alejandro chuckled before ruffling your hair. "ale!" you whined, fixing your hair. his friends teased you. they all thought of you as their little sister, especially you being one of the younger ones.

the men continued on with their conversations as you continued looking at joao from your end of the table, only this time, he was looking at you too.

he was taking a slow sip of his water, eyeing you down.

joao wasn't the only one dressed all sexy tonight. you wore a short black satin strapless dress that hugged your figure perfectly. you thought of joao when you picked it out, you thought of him while putting it on, and you thought of him taking it off.

it seems that joao had the same thought. the way he looked at you from under his lashes gave you the impression that your outfit choice was a smart one.

you sent him a quick wink.

he smirked and dropped his eyes to your cleavage, widening them.

you rolled yours before continuing to eat your steak.

---

you couldn't take it anymore.

something the way he laughed with everyone at the table, his hair flowing when he turned his head. he had on a gold rolex and a gold chain, both glistening under the lighting over the table.

it was the way he carried himself with such confidence. he knew he was hot, and he knew you knew it too. that confidence definitely carried over into bed.

finally, you got up from the table, excusing yourself to "make a call".

shooting joao a quick look, he took the hint. his eyes followed you, watching you exit the restaurant and head towards the parking lot. after an agonizing 30 seconds or so, joao told everyone he forgot something in his car, and made a beeline to where he saw you last.

he saw you standing outside his car, waiting for him. he made his way towards you.

"so, who did you have to call?" he teased, his eyes waiting for your reaction. you scoffed and rolled your eyes, "very funny.".

you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you as you leaned against his car. he smiled down at you before looking over your figure.

"nice dress.."

"just take it off."

---

you two had squeezed into the back of his car, leaving nothing but surrounding street lights as your light source. you straddled his waist, rocking your hips while you smashed your lips against his. you two were breathing heavily, occasionally breaking the kiss to huff and puff before going back at it again.

joao's arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, his right hand occasionally sliding down to cup and smack your ass. his actions made you yelp into the kiss. your arms were everywhere. cupping his face, on his shoulders, in his hair, on his chest, on his abs.

it was like you two hadn't seen each other in years. like you were drowning and the only way to breathe was.. this.

your smooth rocking of the hips created a hard bulge in joao's pants which felt great on your throbbing clit. he groaned into the kiss, breaking it for you to breathe and to leave kisses down your neck.

"so, fucking, horny" he broke each word with a kiss. you moaned above him. "you can't even last one dinner party without my hands all over you?" you wanted him to shut up, so you grabbed his face in your hand and smashed your lips against his.

you started unbuttoning his shirt, but your hands were too shaky to do it quickly. "take this off, god damnit!" you groaned as he laughed and began unbuttoning it himself. you hiked your dress up and helped him with the last few buttons.

you moved his shirt partially off him, leaving it on his arms since you couldn't be bothered. you leaned down to kiss his chest while looking up at him. he was smiling down at you, hands rested behind his head.

he brought you back up to pull the top of your dress down just enough so that your tits would pop out. when they did, he licked his lips. now it was his turn to lean down and suck on them, making you tilt your head back and pant.

"joao, we dont have time for this-"

"shhh, patience princesa. don't worry." he went back to sucking.

"they're going to realize we're gone- joao!"

he couldn't bring himself to leave your tits alone, but when he did, you quickly reached down and undid his belt , not even bothering to pull it off.

"estás mesmo excitado, não é?" (you're really excited, aren't you?)

you nodded and bit your lip.

he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. you raised yourself up on your knees and hovered over his dick. he held it up with one hand, the other resting on your hip.

"are you ready for me?" he teased.

"enough questions." you cut his teasing short as you took his cock in your hands yourself and sunk down on him.

joao hissed at the unexpected pleasure. he looked up at you, gasping for air above him before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"move for me, bebé."

you did as you were told, lifting your hips up until just the tip of him was left in you, before sinking back down on him, agonizingly slow.

he shuddered at the feeling.

you picked up the pace, causing the car to rock. your tits bounced in his face, causing him to twitch inside you.

"fuck, y/n, you're amazing-" you laugh breathlessly above him, your hands resting on his shoulders for stability while his gripped your hips tightly.

after some time, your thighs were burning, and you were getting tired. joao picked this up, taking control. his grip on your hips was put to some use as he moved your hips up and down for you. he lifted and dropped you so easily and made you move so much faster. you felt the air leave your lungs and arched your back to stick your tits in his face.

he grinned as he thrusted his hips up, meeting you in the middle. he tilted your body back, and started to hit the spot inside you that made you see white.

your pants and gasps turned into moans and whines as you felt the bundle of heat in your core.

"joao, i'm close" you warned, your nails digging into his shoudlers.

"i'm right there with you, baby, oh," he groaned and grunted as he watched him drill into you faster and faster. "meu deus, foda-se!" (my god, fuck!) he hissed with gritted teeth as he felt you clench around him.

his pace was too much for you to hold back. you let go with a gasp and moan, your hand slamming and sliding down the steamy car window, leaving a print.

joao was, indeed, right there with you. he pulled your body off of him and set you down on his thighs hastily before stroking his red, throbbing cock, cumming all over your stomach with a string of grunts and pants.

you both sat there in the hot and dark car in disbelief, covered in sweat and panting, after having the most mind blowing sex you've ever had. you leaned your forehead against his and smiled. he chuckled before teasing you once more.

"let's go. we don't want to miss dessert, do we?"

[icysinner]

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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡: eren is a better gift giver than you thought he was.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: not much, tooth rotting fluff.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.093k

secret santa was arguably the only thing that made christmas as a college student exciting. everyone knows that as you grow older, christmas gets less and less interesting, but with the right group of friends, it has the potential to be just as fun as when you lived at home with your parents and siblings. sasha always organized the secret santa event, just because she took every holiday seriously as if her friends were her children.

just eren’s luck, the one year he gets to be your secret santa is the year that up until christmas, your friendship was becoming a lot more than just friends, meaning he had to put together a gift that meant a lot, he had no choice, you meant a lot. “connie, i’m fucked.” eren complained as he paced back and forth in their shared dorm room. “you stressin’ over nothing, she already likes you, she’s gonna like whatever you get her as long as you put some thought into it.” connie replied, not looking up from his phone as he offered eren the advice.

while connie was right, eren wanted this gift to be more than just a friendly gift exchange, he wanted it to mean something more than just that. “that’s the problem, i have no thought.” eren said, his tone completely serious, making connie laugh at him. “okay, that’s fair. ask mikasa to help you, she’s a girl, she knows what girls like. plus she’s close to y/n, you’re like a close second to mikasa on her list.” connie’s suggestion showed just how little “thought” eren had, because he didn’t even think about asking mikasa, and that was your best friend.

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“so, are you asking her to be your girlfriend with this gift or is that coming later?” mikasa asked, being sure to throw in the whole girlfriend thing. to be fair, you and eren have been dancing around adding the title to whatever the two of you have going on. “i think i wanna ask, but i don’t know how to pair a gift with something like that.” eren said, mikasa was more surprised at the amount of time he was really putting into this, she’d never seen him think this hard before. (and they have an english lecture together, so trust her.) “i think that she’ll like whatever you get her. she likes a bunch of shit, pick one thing and do it.”

obviously eren had thought of that, but that was basic, and you have everything you like already. “okay, here’s an idea. make her a basket.” mikasa suggested, making what seemed like a lightbulb go off in eren’s mind. “actually… i like that idea.” eren said, a million ideas running through his mind at once. if you liked so many things, getting you all of them at once was obviously the best idea. oddly enough, eren trusted himself enough to make it completely on his own, it wouldn’t feel genuine if he didn’t, he thought.

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everyone was assigned a secret santa on december eighteenth, which gave them a full week to decide, put together and deliver a gift. eren spent the entire week buying separate things from a million different stores for this one basket. he only asked for help when he needed an opinion on a color or which gift cards he should put in the basket. he’d completed this elaborate gift, and now he had to shake off all his nervousness in order to actually give you the gift.

—

eren

wyd?

y/n

not shit

eren

perfect

eren

don’t go anywhere or do anything i’ll be there in like 5 minutes

y/n

i’m nervous omg why u so cryptic for???

—

obviously, eren was your secret santa, but that’s not why you were so nervous. if it was just a regular gift, why would he calculate everything so well? nonetheless, you were excited for whatever it was. you lived in a single dorm, but it was across campus from your friend group, which was the only downside it really had. after all of his perfectionist behavior, shifting the basket around a million times to make sure you could see everything he put in it perfectly before you took it out, he arrived at your door.

it took some building up for him to actually knock, and once he did, all of the nervousness he had multiplied yours tenfold. you nearly shot up from your seat to go answer the door, opening it to a smiling eren, holding a basket in one arm and a heart shaped box with flowers in the other. your eyes widened as your face grew into a smile. “eren, no way.” is all you managed to get out of your mouth as you stared at him in adoration and disbelief. “you’re not gonna be able to look at all of the stuff if you don’t let me in.” his words made you snap out of this trance you were in as you stepped out of the way to let him in.

eren took a couple steps forward and set the basket and flowers down on the counter, but he kept the box behind him. “look at what’s in there first.” he directed, because he knew you well enough to know that your curiosity would make you want to know what’s so special that he’s hiding it. you pulled all of the stuff out of the basket one by one, looking like a little kid under the christmas tree again. “eren, how much did you spend on all this stuff?” you asked, your eyes widening with every object you pulled out of the basket. “you worried about the wrong thing, that doesn’t matter. you like it, right?” eren asked, to which you responded with a nod. “then that’s all that matters.”

“i need to get a vase, i wanna keep these.” you said to yourself as you sat them up next to the basket to make space for the last thing eren was hiding from you. the small comment made eren smile to himself as he held out the box to you. you looked down at it, reading the red cursive letters written on the dessert. “yes, duh!” you exclaimed in excitement, taking the box from his hands and wrapping him in a hug. “i don’t even wanna eat it, i just wanna save it forever.” you said, making eren laugh at you. “you say that now, but i know you well enough to know you’ll definitely eat it.”

[wavesrollin]

Ked Photos

A Sonic Unbreakable Bond Fic

Tails goes through Sonic’s phone and is embarrassed to find millions of photos of him.

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Skyblue8: Hi

Kit: Hi Tails : )

It was just another lazy day at the Hedgehog/Prower residence. Sonic had just gotten home from a week-long adventure, and Tails, as usual, wouldn't leave his brother's side after being away from him so long.

And that's how the two found themselves scrawled over on either side of the couch together. Sonic flipped the page of his book as Tails stretched out some more, resting his feet in his brother's lap and his head on the arm of the couch.

He yawned as he tapped on his Miles Electric some more, a mischievous grin on his face.

Skyblue8: wyd?

Kit: nothin' u?

Skyblue8: hanging with dork older brother

Skyblue8: don't tell him, but I'm the one who sent Amy flowers in his name

Kit: lol

He ignored his feet moving as Sonic shuffled around underneath him.

Kit: nice

Skyblue8: you wanna sneak out tonight and toilet paper houses?????

Skyblue8: my brother sleeps like a hog. he won't notice

Kit: IDK...

Skyblue8: I'll let you fly the tornado

Kit: :O deal

Kit: Meet you at 10

"You know I can see your messages, right?" Tails' dinner plate wide eyes snapped to Sonic, who had put down his book and was now holding his phone, scrolling down at a familiar chat log.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

A month ago, Sonic had hired some other tech wiz (Tails sure as hell wouldn't have done it) to install parental controls in the Miles Electric after what happened last time. Tails shuddered, remembering how mad Sonic had been over what happened last time. And now his brother could, among other things, see all of his chat logs.

He had meant to make something that could bypass it. He had meant to make some code between him and his friends. Sonic wouldn't think anything of it that way when they communicated their plans. But he hadn't. And now he was in deep shit.

"Uhh," He wracked his brain for an excuse. What good was having an I.Q. Of three hundred if he can't come up with a good excuse at the top of his head. "We were joking?"

Sonic held out his paw, "Come on, ked. Give it." Tails groaned and handed him the Miles Electric.

"What am I supposed to do nowwww?" He whined, huffing and crossing his arms.

"Well," Sonic put a paw to his chin as if thinking. "You could watch TV- Oh wait, you're grounded from that too." Tails stuck his tongue out at him and shuffled his feet in his brother's lap.

"You're such a pain."

"Yeah, I know," Sonic replied nonchalantly, grabbing his book from the coffee table.

"Whatever, Imma take a nap."Tails turned so that his muzzle was in the crook of the couch, blocking out the light from the living room. He felt Sonic gently push his feet down from where they had lifted to his chest.

He felt Sonic gently petting his tail as his mind drifted away into slumber.

—————

Tails woke up to the sprinkling of the shower echoing from the bathroom in the hall. He turned; face pressed against the couch cushion with a groan, disappointed to find the lap his feet had been laying on to be gone, replaced by a warm spot.

He got up and crawled over to the other side of the couch, curling his body around the circle of warmth. Grumbling when he felt cold glass pressed against his side.

Getting up to glare at the perpetrator that interrupted his precious slumber, the familiar sight of Sonic’s deep blue phone greeting him.

The mischievous grin Sonic was always wary of crept over Tails’ muzzle. He turned the phone on, no lock screen, figures. Smiled at the Home Screen of him, Sonic, Amy, and Knuckles hanging out under a palm tree.

He tapped into messages and onto Knuckles’ contact. His eyes scroll through the previous messages, nothing but sending each other coordinates and the occasional message from Sonic checking in on him. Tails rolled his eyes, board then his grin widened when he tapped on the keyboard.

Sonic: Hi Knux

Sonic: I have a confession. I’ve always had a HUGE crush on you.

Sonic: wanna go out sometime?

Some dots appeared as Knuckles started typing, Tails was lucky enough to contact him during his downtime when he would be checking his phone.

Knux: wtf

Knux: have you been possessed?

Sonic: no just really wanna date you <3

Some more dots appeared and then disappeared. He deleted the evidence and blocked Knuckles so Sonic wouldn't figure out what’s happening until it’s too late. Tails chuckled to himself. That was sure to get Rogue knocking down their door later.

Next was Shadow. Tails couldn’t figure out what to text him so he opened up the gallery, expecting to find some sort of embarrassing photo to send him. He's sure the dark hedgehog would appreciate that, might even make him smile for once.

But when he looked through the photos, he found something completely different. A familiar yellow-orange kit with white-tipped tails filled the screen, eyes shut, a blanket draped over him, paws wrapped around the orange fox plush Amy had gotten him for Christmas. The one he only ever slept with when he was sure Sonic was away or in deep sleep to hide from the embarrassment.

Tails gasped at the betrayal. His own brother. Took an embarrassing photo of him while he was unconscious and helpless.

He rolled his eyes and swiped to the next one. This time Tails was scrawled over his desk, head in his arms and tails wrapped around him like a blanket.

Another swipe. This time Tails was in Sonic’s lap, curled up with his muzzle in his brother’s chest.

Another swipe. He’s in bed again with the blanket knocked onto the floor, he’s sleeping with his mouth just barely open, tongue out slightly. Blepping is what it’s called. Something he'd only seen pictures of cats on the internet do. It took all his willpower not to delete this particular photo.

Another swipe. He’s stretched on a checkered picnic blanket on the beach. A beige arm coming out from behind him, two fingers above his head making bunny ears, pink quills barely visible on the edge of the photo. Amy too? The betrayal! The audacity! The outrage!

Huh, Amy was right, he was picking up Sonic's dramatic flair.

He kept swiping right. Almost the entire gallery was just pictures of him sleeping, his fur got browner the further back he went. A few of him awake looking mildly annoyed which he vaguely remembered, more of him blepping, and even fewer of just the two of them or all of his friends together hanging out.

He scrolled until he couldn’t scroll anymore. The last/first picture is a dirty fur-matted kit sleeping in an oversized sleeping bag. It was four years old. God, you’d think Sonic would upgrade his phone after four years.

Just as he was about to set the phone down, the bathroom door slammed open. Sonic came out, shaking the water out of his fur, walking over to the living room whistling.

“At least the ked’s getting some actual rest right now. God knows he needs it the way he overworks himself.” He grumbled as he scrolled over to the couch, eyes widening at the very awake fox who had his phone in his paw.

“Is that my phone?”

“Nooo.”

He put his paw out, “Give it.” There was that authoritative voice again, commanding his poor little brother to his every whim.

Tails grumbled and handed it over, then crossed his arms. “Why is your gallery full of pictures of me sleeping?”

Sonic’s ears perked up alarmed, “Ummmm…”

“Why huh? Is this a blackmail scheme? Because I’ll let you know I have way worse things on you- “

“What? No! I take them because I think it’s cute." Then he got nervous, "Wait what do you have on me- "

“Kinda creepy Sonic.” Tails scolded, ignoring the previous question.

“Don’t tell me what’s creepy Mr. send our mutual friend flowers in my name.”

“Hey, I'm just saying," He teased, "I don’t take photos of you sleeping.”

“Well, that’s different.”

“How?” Oh, he was going to have fun listening to this explanation.

Sonic grumbled something under his breath that Tails barely caught, “What was that?” He turned his ear towards him.

“ ‘Cause you’re my ked.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re my ked, Tails.”

“I’m your brother, not your child.”

“Sure, but I’m also kind of your only parental figure.”

“Am not!”

“Tails, I literally grounded you a few hours ago.” Tails grumbled. Wait, a few hours? How long had he been asleep?

Then Sonic moved his paw to scratch that special spot underneath Tails’ ear making him reflexively move his foot to scratch himself.

“Hey!” He reached over to move Sonic’s paw, who just chuckled. “I’ve known you since you were four. I practically raised you.”

“Yeah, but you were eleven.”

“And if I’d been any older, I’d tell people I was your dad.”

The kit’s eyes softened, “You would?” Someone actually cared enough to want to be his parent? He guessed if that someone would be anyone, I’d be Sonic. Still, it was surprising.

Sonic wrapped his arm around his brother and lifted him up to his chest. “Sure would.” Then he blew raspberries into the kit’s forehead like he used to when the kid was even younger. Tails screeched, giggling, kicking at Sonic until he dropped him back on the couch.

The kit smoothed down his fur and then looked at Sonic, an idea forming in his head. “…Do you want me to help you put these on a cloud?”

“Sure, ked.” He ruffled Tails’ head, ignoring the look the kit gave him since he just fixed his fur.

Then Sonic squinted his eyes and tapped his foot as Tails realized he was thinking about something. “Wait a second…did you do anything else with my phone?”

“Noooo.” Tails said innocently, clutching his paws behind his back with his fingers crossed. His older brother sighed, giving up. “Guess I’ll find out later.”

“Mhhmm.” He looked away, ears folding back guilty as thought about how mad Knuckles and Rogue were going to be. How confused Sonic was going to be. His brother seemed to notice as he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

“I am so putting a Lock Screen on my phone.”

“We both know I’d hack that in less than a minute.”

“True, true.” Sonic laced down on the couch, dropping his back over Tails as the kit scrambled to get out from underneath him. “Hey!”

Tails huffed, “Can I have my Miles Electric now?”

“Fine. But no chatting, especially with Kit.” Tails rolled his eyes, Sonic never liked the fennec for some weird reason. Maybe because he'd tried to kill them? But then again, a lot of their friends have tried in the past.

“Deal.” He said, fully intending to anyway. Then the kit flew up to the high shelf where he knew Sonic had hidden everything he had taken away from his brother. He grabbed his device and sat himself back on the couch. Wedging himself between the cushions and Sonic, laying halfway on his brother’s chest. His heartbeat resting against his right ear.

He felt his brother wrap an arm around him before the room was full of loud sleeping noises. Tails could swear Sonic did it on purpose, only snoring at home just to annoy him.

He scrolled through his device and tapped onto Fall Guys, fully intending to play it until he drifted off to sleep as he had been doing lately when a thought popped into his head. He’d installed a camera on the Miles Electric months ago thinking he might need it on a mission, he never had but this was the perfect chance to put it to use.

He slowly sat up and pointed it at his sleeping older brother. Turning off the flash before snapping a photo. It was only fair after all.

[jjkfangirl]

toji makes you squirt for the first time

Toji Fushiguro is your fuck buddy. You kind of hate him, because he's a deadbeat (and for some reason is cocky about it,) but he's a great fuck and hot as hell - so you enjoy fucking him for fun. Lots of late night booty calls and WYD texts. He generally fucks the shit out of you and then leaves - tonight is no different.

I just know of all the men in jjk toji would be the one that would just literally walk up to you, finger fuck the shit out of you effortlessly til you squirt, and then act like it was no big deal. and he'd be so fucking cocky about it too.

You were out for drinks with friends earlier in the evening when you stupidly decided to send Toji Fushiguro a “wyd” text around 9pm.

It wasn't that you regretted it.. it was just that if you were honest with yourself, he was kind of a piece of shit. Your relationship with Toji was a guilty pleasure... one that would never amount to anything more than casual sex. 

You may have semi hated him and his cocky-ass demeanor, but god.. god damn he was fucking hot. And such a good fuck, too.

By 9:15 you were sneaking off to the girls bathroom to text him a little up-skirt shot and another one with your shirt pulled up, breasts partially out, and tits pressed together with a cute little winky kissy face. It didn't take much to entice him to come over anyway, but you felt like being a little extra flirty this evening.

Maybe it was the alcohol.

You hit send and within 60 seconds had a reply: “i'll be at ur place in 40 mins. u better not be wearing panties when I get there”

FUCK. The response had your pussy fucking throbing. 

Ten minutes later, you were in the backseat of a cab on the way home. You were sitting with your legs crossed, rubbing your thighs together slightly and clenching your muscles trying desperately to get a little friction to your clit. You kept thinking about his broad shoulders and muscular arms.. the way he would pick you up with ease and throw you around. His large hands. How tall he was.. how big and thick his cock was.. all the ways he'd rag-doll fuck you. How he had this ability to somehow effortlessly get you off multiple times, every single time, all with this little fucking cocky half grin (which you loved and hated.)

For some reason, that fucker just knew exactly what to do to get you off. And he confidently did, every time.

You were lost in your fantasy of him when the cab driver said (for the second time,) “We're here, Miss.” Shaking your head slightly out of your wet-daydream, you thanked him and slid out of the car – secretly hoping you didn't leave a wet spot on the leather seats.

You were fully soaked through your panties at the thought of Toji.

You quickly got yourself in the house, went to the bathroom to freshen up, and laid down on the couch. Remembering his orders, you pulled your slick soaked panties off your legs and tossed them on the coffee table. You had a feeling he might like seeing those when he came in the door.

You shot him a quick text: “doors unlocked” and waited for him to arrive. Lazily fondling your nipples and grazing across your clit through your skirt. You wondered what he might have planned – if anything. 

Right around 10, Toji showed up.

He knocked at the door and then promptly entered.

The tall man who crossed the threshold into your living room was wearing dark straight leg jeans, boots, and a light gray sweater. You could see his traps and collar bones just above the loose neck of the shirt. His broad shoulders, chest, and biceps nearly stretching the sweater to its limit. You could smell that he had just showered, and his hair still looked a little wet as it fell into his face. 

Toji's eyes shot around the room - noting the panties on the coffee table with a smirk – and then finally settled on your body sprawled out on the couch. You had yourself propped up on a few pillows, one knee bent and leaning against the back cushions, the other was lazily spread open, foot hanging off the couch. You weren't sure, but you hoped he was getting a little glimpse of your pussy from under your dark navy blue pleated skirt.

And just as you expected, there was his cocky fucking grin, accented by a small scar around his mouth. You never asked how he got that.

“Missed me, huh?” he grinned and came to sit down at the couch. “You just can't get enough of me these days, can you?” He leaned in closer.

“Oh just.. Shut the fuck up Toji,” you said with a dramatic eye roll. 

He sniggered and grabbed the panties off the table, “I see you listened to my directions. Good girl.”

You struggled to keep yourself from smiling at the praise, shaping your lips into something of a pursed smug half-smile.

“Go on. Lemme see.” he smirked, eyes darting down to your skirt's hemline and back up to your face.

You rolled your lips in, slightly biting on your lower lip as you released them. Your hand made its way down to your skirt hem and ever-so-slowly began pulling it up with one finger. You enjoyed teasing Toji as much as you could. Bratting a little bit, even, just trying to get some kind of reaction out of him.

Toji growled out a “mmmmmm” as his eyes feasted on your wet pussy. He quickly tossed the panties in his hand behind him, and they landed somewhere on the floor across the room. “Can I...?” he asked gently, tracing his hand lightly along the inside of your bent thigh. You nodded, “mmhm” once again biting your lips to keep yourself from smiling.

Toji traced his fingers lightly along your inner thighs, your ass, and your pelvis – avoiding everywhere you actually wanted him to touch you. That fucking bastard.

You loved it though. Your pussy clenched and you were sure he could see it from the way he was studying the view under your skirt as he teased you relentlessly. Your breathing got a little harder.

“Hm.. seems like you want something y/n.. wanna tell me what that is?”

He got another eye roll from you in response as you quickly grabbed your skirt and pushed it down between your legs, covering your heat.

Toji grabbed your hands with his so quickly you didn't even realize what was happening before he had them pinned over your head. “Tsk tsk tsk.. what's that all about? You little fucking brat. I know you want this.” That fucking cocky smirk was plastered all over his face once again. Your eyes rolled. His other hand reached down and flipped the front of your skirt up once again as he met your eyes.

You loved playing these stupid games with Toji... always trying to get him worked up enough that he'd start man handling you and throwing you around.

And it always fucking worked.

Toji took a finger and wet it in his mouth. He pressed gently down on the top of your clit, and then slowly slid it down your wet slit, pausing just outside the opening. “You may be acting like you don't want this, you little brat, but your pussy is telling me otherwise.” You licked your lips and bit the bottom one in response. You were sure you were incredibly slick - he could have shoved multiple fingers in your slick hole all at once – you had honestly been wet since that text he sent an hour ago when you were at the bar.

“Nothing to say, hm?” as he slid a finger into you, rotating it and curling it up to touch that heavenly spot inside of you.

You took a deep sigh and let out a breathy moan on the exhale. 

“Oh.. fuuckk” you whimpered as he started to slowly pump his finger inside of you, curling the tip around to hit your g-spot. You felt butterflies forming in your stomach, almost getting light headed at the sensation.

“That's what I thought.” he said confidently, still pinning your wrists over your head and caging you into the couch – face about a foot from yours.

He watched intently as your breathing picked up the pace and you started to squirm under his touch. Trying to fuck yourself down onto his finger as much as you could even though he had you pinned from above.

Toji lifted himself up to have better leverage over you, while still pinning your wrists. He was now kneeling with one knee between your legs, the other foot on the floor off the couch. He slid a second finger in carefully, never looking away from your face. You could tell he enjoyed seeing what kind of response he could get out of you as he controlled your body so expertly. God he was good - but something about how confident he was really pissed you off.

You loved it as much as you hated it.

His two fingers milked you rhythmically as his dark blue eyes bored into yours. The eye contact was intense, and you were sure your pupils were blown out black with lust and your cheeks and chest were flushed with heat. Your moans got louder and louder the more rough he got with his hands.

Toji picked up the pace even faster, and your moans and cries got louder and more unhinged. His two curved fingers began pumping up and down inside of you, hitting the same spot over and over and over. He was unrelenting, even as you squirmed and squealed beneath him, trying to pull away. 

“Toji.. Toji.. Toji.. ah.. fuck! Fuck! S'too much.. shit!” you cried out while writhing beneath him.

He just smiled and kept finger fucking the shit out of you. Never letting up, never changing what he was doing, and still pinning you down by the wrists. The control and stamina he had was absolutely insane.

You started to feel something a little unfamiliar growing inside your core. It felt like an orgasm, but you weren't sure. Were you about to squirt? It was so overstimulating, you had no idea how to even respond outside of squealing and screaming and crying out – words completely escaped you. This man had full fucking control over your body, and you were completely at his mercy.

Toji went even faster, faster than you thought was humanely possible. Just then, you cried out, and gushed and squirted around his fingers. “Fuuu-uuu—c-kkk... Tojiiiiiii fuck!” juices squirted out of you and drenched the sofa and the bottom of your skirt as you released. Toji quickly took his hand off of your wrists and began frantically rubbing your clit with the flats of his fingers. He started pumping his other hand in and out of you and another release quickly followed the first. You clenched and throbbed around his fingers, tremors rolling through your entire body, hips bucking and rutting into his hands. The whole thing was so overstimulating you weren't even sure what happened.

But... Toji did. That fucker.

“I knew I was going to get you to squirt tonight.” He said, sighing and plopping himself down on the couch after releasing his fingers from your soaking wet cunt. He was very much satisfied with himself and the reaction he drew from your body.

Your face was bewildered, “Wh—wha-- um... what?”

“What's wrong?” he laughed, “You've never squirted before?” he mocked.

You were literally speechless. You didn't even think that was something you could do. You weren't even sure it was real prior to this moment. You were also certain your face probably looked stupid as you tried to mentally and physically collect yourself and piece yourself back together. All while that mother fucker laid back, admiring the mess he made of you.

“Um.. no.. wow I..I.. I didn't even know I could do that.” You finally laughed. 

“Well good thing you called me up, right? God, you made a fucking mess. You might want to clean that up or you might end up with a stain on this couch.” He slapped the seat cushion and you wanted to fucking punch him.

“You had this planned and you couldn't have put a towel down??” You still were laying back on the couch, dumbfounded, numb and tingling from your releases, only just barely getting the ability to piece sentences together.

Toji laughed, “Couldn't ruin the surprise now, could I?”

He got an eye roll in response.

[coloredsolos]

hi :) i’d love situations #6 + fluff with jean please. love your writing!

MIRACLE ON 104th STREET

pairing: jean kirstein x reader

prompt: watching christmas movies

content: jeanboy surprises you for christmas, MODERN AU, not proofread

wc: 1.2k

a/n: sorry this took so long! the new semester started and since I’m a senior in college it’s gonna be a little crazy!! also, i'm sorry I kind of broke off from the prompt! find the list of prompts here

“Alone? For Christmas?” Jean asked you, his eyes wide as he did so. 

You shrugged. It’s not like you had chosen to be alone this holiday season, but with your father working all break, you figured you might as well stay in your small apartment. Besides, your roommate, Annie, would be visiting her father, so you would have the place to yourself.

“I don’t see the problem,” you admitted, the walk to Jean’s car seeming longer than ever. Despite your protesting, Jean was driving you home from the 4pm history class the two of you shared. Damn this winter weather.

“W-what?! You don’t see the-! You can’t be alone for Christmas!” Jean practically cried out, throwing his hands into the air in exasperation. 

The now exhausting conversation had started when Jean had begun telling you about his own Christmas plans. Mentioning how he would most likely go visit Sasha’s family again with Connie. It was their tradition, he would tell you. However, when asking about your plans, he did not like the answer he received.

“Jean it’s really ok. Annie will be out of town anyways. It’ll be nice not having to share the living quarters. Besides I’d much rather be alone at my place than sitting there at my dad’s. So can we please drop it?”

Jean sighed, but reluctantly nodded his head. 

There was a chill in the air on Christmas eve.  The snow that fell having no problem sticking to the ground, layering on top of one another until it was several inches thick. You had been bundled under a plethora of blankets while the heat in your apartment worked overtime. Jean has let all of your friends know about your Christmas plans, or lack there of, and now you were starting to regret declining Eren and Mikasa’s offer to come home with them. Especially since Carla made a mean Christmas dinner, or so you heard. The plate of place and bake Christmas cookies sat in front of you. 

They weren’t very good.

You only prayed that the copious amounts of sugar would knock you into a sugar coma that would last until the next day. Most places were closed, and probably would stay that way even a few days after Christmas due to the snow storm that was taking place outside. That being said, the lack of groceries at your place was starting to leave you feeling massively underprepared. Grocery shopping was not your forte. 

While debating if you wanted to pay the delivery fee in your favorite Chinese restaurant, your phone lit up from its place on your coffee table.

Jean: u awake?

You: do I ever sleep?

Jean: true

Jean: wyd

You: freezing to death

You: how’s Sasha’s?

You: did Connie sing the whole car ride there? rip to ur ears

Jean: I wouldn’t know, didn’t go

You were surprised to say the least. Why wouldn’t he go to Sasha’s? It was tradition wasn't it? 

Jean: coming over rn

Jean: damn there’s a shit ton of snow 

You knew there was no bother trying to stop the man from coming over. He was stubborn. Always had been. Instead your fingers hovered over the keyboard of your phone, unsure of what to say next.

Jean: do u want me to bring over groceries? connie bought way too much shit before he left fr 

You: yes pls ur a lifesaver

You: been eating christmas cookies all night 

You: also, please drive safe. I mean it. i’d be pissed at you if you died

Jean: <3

Deciding not to text the man while he was driving, you settled on making the living quarters look a little less like a tornado had ran through it, picking up and putting away any dirty dishes from earlier in the day.

Before too long, Jean was there. His arms draped with grocery bags, he wasn’t kidding when he said Connie may have gone a little crazy. However, you were more focused on how he looked. Jean had been dressed in what looked like a black turtleneck with a gray overcoat keeping him warm. How he always looked straight out of a fashion magazine amazed you. Meanwhile, you were wearing a pair of black sweats with mismatched cat socks on. And yes, they did have little ears on them. 

“Well are you gonna leave me in the hallway all night?” he joked, the smile evident on his face. 

Your face flushed as you realized you had zoned out. 

“Y-yeah, come in.” You stepped out of his way, ushering him inside. 

Jean immediately headed to your kitchen to put the groceries he had brought away. His familiarity with your apartment bringing a smile to your face. Jean shrugged off his overcoat, his muscles straining against the turtleneck that had been underneath. You couldn’t help but stare. It was no secret that your friend was a very attractive man. Not to mention he had the personality to match. His suave attitude, yet gentlemanly charm gaining the attention of many women whenever your friend group had their weekly outings.

“Helloooooo?” Jean waved his hand in front of you, bending slightly so he could meet your eyes. Snapping back to the present, you apologized quickly. 

“Sorry… what?”

“I asked if you’ve eaten? I can make something for us if you’d like.” Jean offered .

You nodded shyly, embarrassed you had been caught daydreaming again. “I’d like that…” 

Jean grinned, pushed up his sleeves and clapped. “Alrighty then!”

The two of you now sat on the maroon sectional located in the middle of your living room, your empty plates resting on the coffee table. 

“I just don’t understand how they forgot their kid at home!” You cried out, your legs tucked under yourself in an attempt to keep yourself warm. 

Jean let out a boisterous laugh, the sound music to your ears. “It’s just a movie! The whole point of Home Alone is being… ya know… home alone.”

You giggled, the harsh air providing the goosebumps on your arm a permanent residency. You shivered slightly despite the mountain of blankets you had been hoarding. 

“Come here.” Jean spoke softly.

“Huh?” 

“You’re cold.” He stated. “Just come here.”

Too cold to argue, you scooted over closer to Jean. His arm that had been resting on the back of the couch pulled you closer to him. You immediately felt relief, his body radiating enough heat for the both of you. You couldn’t help the sigh that fell from your mouth, nuzzling closer to the man without thinking. The tips of Jean’s ears turned a rosy shade of pink as you fell deeper into the man’s chest. 

You let the continuous stream of Christmas movies play lowly on the television. Neither you or Jean wanting to get up to find the remote and change it. Eventually, Jean felt your breath fall steady, the gentle sound of soft snores slipping from you as you slept soundly.

Without thinking, Jean shifted slowly, positioning himself in a more comfortable position, careful not to wake you as he did so. Finally comfortable Jean was able to follow suit, slipping into a warm, comfortable sleep. The soft sound of Christmas movies continued to play in the background for the rest of the night, counting down the hours until you and Jean would wake up and celebrate the holiday together. The first of many holidays together. And truthfully? Jean didn’t mind this being his new tradition. 

[officialfics]

Hii can u pls do a fic where pedri knew famous!reader first they had been friends for a little while and he started catching feelings for her but then gavi meets the reader and they start dating and ledri gets jealous. 💖

This took me longer than expected, I just don’t know how to portray jealousy🙈

warning: a little long,none ⚠️

It's a 03:09 o'clock on a Friday. You're sitting in a chair on set, scrolling through your phone and texting with your friends. You had just finished shooting some photos for a brand, it was a collaboration. The crew were looking at the photos, giving you complements on how photogenetic you are. You couldn't help but start blushing and laughing it off.

You started packing up all your stuff and heading out, till you got a text, from Pedri. Your history with Pedri was super sweet. Your families were close, and you had been neighbors pretty much ever since you could remember. He's your best friend, you had been through everything together. Life wouldn't be the same without him.

The message read "wyd rn"

Y/N: “nothings just heading home from a photoshoot, why what's up?"

Pedri: "there's a party, I have a plus one and I want you to come."

Y/N: “Pedri I would love to, but I'm exhausted, today was a lot"

Pedri: “Y/N I'm not taking no for an answer, and you know that, I’ll be at your place in 20* You knew he wasn't kidding; that’s just how he was. Accepting his offer, maybe this could be fun”.

At home your making food, partying on a completely empty stomach was not your thing. Looking through your cabinets. Pasta was the first thing you saw so, pasta it is.

Halfway through you heard the doorbell, going to open the door and letting Pedri in. he went to give you a warm hug. you both let go when it felt right. There was some strong eye contact, but you didn't think much of it. He entered to the through the living room, to the kitchen. You knew how much he loved your cooking, so you asked him if he would like to have some and of course he said yes.

After lunch, you both took the stairs up to your room. He was on your bed scrolling through his phone, while you were doing your makeup. You caught him glancing over through the mirror.

“What are you looking at?" vou asked.

"You look beautiful Y/n" he ignores your question.

"You don't look so bad yourself" you hit him back with the same energy.

After the makeup, you got dressed. Heading down to the hallway, getting dressed and heading out.

Pedri was the one driving like always. The car ride was fun, listening to music and talking. While on the way to the party, Pedri was telling you about a close friend of his and how he wanted to introduce you to him.

Inside the party You and Pedri started talking to people, and he introduced you to his friends, then you both headed your own ways, that's how it usually went down.

You went to get another drink, when you were approached from a guy, a handsome guy, like your type handsome. That doesn't happen often.

"A martini?" he prompted.

"Something wrong with a martini" you decided to flirt back.

"You're my type" he gets straight to the point.

"And you're mine" you teased back.

"Want to dance?" he suggested.

"With you, yes!" you flirt.

On the dance floor there was tension, a whole bunch of tension. You had fallen head over heals for this guy, so did he and you knew it.

The music was loud, and he was all over you, this man had no self-control. You didn't mind you were in love with this boy without even knowing his name. the night wasn't young anymore, you were tired, and it was about time to head home.

There were eyes on you all night ever since you started hanging with then nameless boy. Pedri later decided to show up later to announce it was time to leave. Getting all your stuff and walking behind him to the car. He started the engine and was about to drive, till a guy knocked on the glass window.

"Were you really going leave without giving me your number?" He said with a grin on his face

"Of course, not lover boy, I just wanted to see if you were going to chase after me" you stated, took his phone and typed in your number.

"Oh, and Pedri thanks for bringing her to the party" he said waving you off goodbye.

Half of the drive back home was silent, till Pedri decided to talk.

This wasn’t like him, he would normally be more talkative. You didn’t want to think anything of it as it could have been a misunderstanding on your behalf.

"That's Gavi by the way, my close friend, the one I told you about earlier" he states, no longer silence in the car.

"THAT'S GAVI, YOUR KIDDING" you shouted hysterically.

You couldn't believe it, maybe you were overreacting a bit, but that wasn't what you were expecting.

Plus, he's Pedri's what if he wasn't cool with it.

"It's fine Y/n if you like him you should go for it" he said not looking at you, but the road.

What was up with him.

He drove you home and you both said goodbye.

_______TIMESKIP______

You're at Gavi's apartment on the coach watching a movie, while Gavi was in the kitchen making breakfast. He came into the living room with the food and giving you a kiss on the forehead.

"Y/N there's a gathering with the team and we could bring our family, and you're coming with me" he demands.

"I would love to Gavi" you respond.

"Is Pedri coming" you asked. Truth is Pedri hasn’t reached out to you in weeks, he hasn’t even responded to you messenger. One time he even threw a fuss, and told you to go to your boyfriend, since you loved him so much and forgot about your friend.

"No, actually he said something came up" he said snapping you out of your thoughts .

This isn't the first time Pedri has done this, he's been distant the last couple of weeks. Ever since that night in the car and when you and Gavi made it official. You would invite him for night outs, movie nights or hang outs, but he didn't come to any of them. He declined multiple time, and the time he did come it, he wouldn't be himself. You wanted to tell Gavi, little did you know he already knew.

"Why didn't you tell me before Gavi, he's my best friend" you demanded an answer.

"You're a flirter Y/N, I thought you could see it. It was clear" he said embracing you in a hug.

"I'm such an idiot, om my god he liked me, and I went for his friend. He was jealous that's why he acted like that?" you rambled.

"He will get over it Y/N, just give him time, you can't choose who you love after all.

𝐖/𝐍: Hope you liked it😅

[vzlkyrie]

‘ VALKYRIE'S INTRO . . .

just got tumblr for the plot wyd....

GENERAL INFO : i'm 18, bisexual, ENTP, chinese (i speak mandarin if anyone wants to have a convo!!) & pretty extroverted:)

EXTRA : my hobbies are drawing, roleplaying/writing, listening to music (mainly kpop), playing horror/fps/story games, watching media & reading

OTHER SOCIALS . .

- discord ; valkyrve

- spotify ;

my ults in kpop ; aespa, IVE, enha

shows i fw HEAVY : YELLOWJACKETS🔥🔥🔥🔥sweet home, alice in borderland, the 8 show, tlou, the glory, pyramid game, when night comes, total drama island (duh)

animes i fw : csm, jjk, mha, demon slayer (my fav tbh), haikyuu (tbh i love a lot of animes if u ask me if ik smth i 100% will. these r js personal favs:3)

anyways yeah i make ocs & draw fanart... write... roleplay............. (save me)

[icysinner]

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡: you decide to throw a christmas party, but you realize that’s not as easy as you think.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: comedic dysfunction lol, mentions of alcohol

𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this was very fun to write i hope u enjoy xoxo

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 625

it took you and connie three, almost four years of being together to decide to live together. by the second year of living in the house, there was a baby and a ring, so it was safe to say the both of you were comfortable. with the holiday season coming around, the third christmas you’d spend in this home, an idea came to mind to throw a christmas party. there wasn’t a reason it was a bad idea, it was your home, and there was nothing but space for it.

“i mean, if that’s what you wanna do.” connie said, a shrug following quickly afterwards. “that response feels like, no, don’t do it.” you replied, a puzzled look overtaking your face. “if you wanna throw a party, i’m down. i’m also more than happy if you don’t, though.” he said, making you shake your head at him. “i was only weary of doing things like that because kylie was so young, but she’s not a newborn anymore, i feel like there’s no reason why i can’t now.” connie nodded, “if you don’t think it won’t be too much work, do it.”

—

you spent the entire week before the party preparing, planning and buying things just for it. the day of the party finally came, and the decorating part was definitely not as easy as you thought it would be all by yourself. in times like this, you need a helping, creative hand, so definitely not connie.

—

y/n

wyd do u love me

sasha

what do u want

y/n

will u help me set up for party tn

sasha

can i carry kylie the whole time

y/n

be my guest she make my arm hurt

—

sasha was nothing short of a saving grace when it came to helping you decorate for this party, you needed ideas and a push to get them there, not a taller person to help you stick up balloons. (although, it was helpful when you needed it. thank you for your contribution, connie.) “i bought stuff to do a picture backdrop, we only have one empty wall in the whole house.” you said, standing in front of the empty white wall. “shots or no shots? are there any kids coming other than yours?” sasha asked as she filled glass jars with chocolate chips and marshmallows.

“yes, but that never stopped the drinks from going around any other time.” you said with a smile as you set out small red solo cups, “so, shots! i love that.” sasha said as she walked into your kitchen, “i know y’all got some tequila or something in here.” she said as she opened up a cabinet. “above the fridge.” you replied, pulling out one of the packages you bought for the party.

—

“it’s pretty in here, you did a good job, mama.” connie said as he pulled you into a side hug, planting a kiss on your forehead. “thank you, baby. it wouldn’t have been possible without you and your added height to get those balloons on the ceiling.” you said with a small smile. “i like the kid’s table, maybe kylie will finally watch gracie’s corner instead of scandal.” connie said, his comment making you laugh. “nah, she know ball, olivia pope is that girl.” you replied, getting the same laugh out of him.

“how many shots you plan on taking tonight?” connie asked as he looked at the ‘entry fee: one shot’ sign, along with the tower of multiple different kinds of alcohol. “as many as god allows.” you replied as you tied a bow around the shot tower. “i’mma remember you said that when you wake up wrapped in tinsel on the living room floor tomorrow morning.”

[toburnup]

ao3 first lines!

tagged by: @emryses @starrystevie and @stevethehairington !! ty

rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recently published AO3 stories. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

Steve has always had a general awareness of Eddie.

— is your light on?

Between Tommy and Steve, Steve's always been the taller one. Not by a lot, but enough that Tommy notices. Steve hits his growth spurt the year before high school, and for a while, Tommy wonders if he'll be left behind.

— and steve makes three

Eddie is on his mind. A lot. He doesn't know what terms they're on now, just knows that Eddie looked a little lost when he left him at his trailer. Hair a fucking mess. Bare shoulder peeking out from under the blanket.

— ameliorate

"Pass me the chips."

— defrost

Steve is ten minutes into his run on the treadmill when he gets a text from Eddie.

— u up?

Steve likes taking nudes. Of himself. Specifically, cumshots.

— wyd?

Eddie asks Steve to help trim his bangs. Steve does so reluctantly, frowns in concentration as he slowly edges the scissors above Eddie’s eyes.

— three minutes

Steve is twenty two when he finds Eddie Munson in his barn.

— smoke signal

Steve thought that everything would change in December. It does, and yet, it doesn't.

— one week more

Eddie's body is hollow. That's the feeling that comes to mind when he opens his eyes and finds himself in Steve's bed. The only word he can use to describe the sensation. Like whatever was inside him - all the things that made Eddie up, the parts of that made his body feel like home - are gone.

— pseudoscience

tagging @theamazingbard @grandmastattoo @jesskier

[undercity-princess]

Kinktober 29

SFW prompt: texting

Jinx X Akali

[MotherOfGuns] U up?

[KamaQueen] Yup

[MotherOfGuns] Miss u

[KamaQueen] Miss u 2. Wyd?

[MotherOfGuns] arson. U?

[KamaQueen] depends on how cooperative todays fucktwad is... Noxian, so probably I'm up to torture n first degree murder

[MotherOfGuns] damn, yours is cooler

[KamaQueen] the cleanup tho :(

[MotherOfGuns] I'd help if I was there

[KamaQueen] easy to say when you're a whole continent away xD

[MotherOfGuns] I'd complain the whole time but I'd help. Just burn the place

[KamaQueen] that's my basement!

[MotherOfGuns] so you're bringing guys home while I'm here all alone? O.o ToT

[KamaQueen] only to end them. My bedroom is only open to you

[MotherOfGuns] I should come over to check that. Might need to get out of town after tonight anyway

[KamaQueen] just tell me when to pick you up at the hex port

[MotherOfGuns] will do g2g now, love you :*

[KamaQueen] love you 2, don't blow yourself up! :*

[tkfluff-fanatic]

LMAOAOAOAOAO HOD THAT WAS FUNNY.

anyway

pierre……… rubs my hands together like a little fly

he sucks right. awful. i think i told u abt him a few times on discord. But

when he visits/lives near cami she asks to paint on his face ALL the time. because it’s such an awful spot. tries to play dumb like she doesn’t know and then later that day pierre GETS HER ASS 💥💥 like ten times worse. (he also 100% tries to get majda to help him too.)

if alex comes home after a shift and he’s stressed pierre Gets Him to make him feel better. pierre is actually huge on cheer up tks if anyone in his family seems sad the least he’ll do is poke their sides. and since he knows cami’s face is also kinda tklsh if she seems sad and majda or alex isn’t there he’ll be all “HEY. hey. camille. cmere. i’m gonna paint your face girl.” yk

uh uh ihuhhhhhh fuck idk you should ask me questions abt my characters fr

HE'S AO CUTE HE'S SP CUTE HE'S SO CYTE stop. Stop. Stop. Thought has formed. Wyd when Pierre/Endrit/Vuk gang up on you.

Anyway HE'S SO CUTE😓☹️☹️☹️ what's his laugh likr

[an2e77e]

i mean... dana didn’t confirm or deny the evil doppelganger theory.. 👀👀