#but legs! theres your content

[vcrnons]

so. i just nearly died.

#shut up j #bugs & insect cw ahead #real. like actually real. #I was in the bath ok. #minding my business. consuming content. as a bitch does. #out the corner of my eye i thought I saw something flying but i checked and there was nothing so I just went back to watching this video #literally 30 seconds later. BIGGEST. MOTHERFUCKING. DADDY LONG LEGS. IVE EVER SEEN. flies around the shower curtain #the scream i scrumpt. was so loud. my mother ran upstairs thinking I was being murdered or some shit. #she bursts into the bathroom like WHATS GOING ON and I’m like THERES A DDL and she looks like she wants to kill #me herself. #valid honestly but [redacted] please some of us have phobias ANYWAY #so she’s like where tf is it and I looked up and I could see it on the window so I’m like right there GEDDIT. so she did. #I saw it fall out the window and we closed the window and everything was fine #I go BACK to my bath expecting peace #these fuckers said peace who I’m here to ruin your night because about 15 minutes later GUESS WHAT #ANOTHER ONE COMES ROUND THE SHOWER CURTAIN #I SQUEALED AGAIN BECAUSE OF COURSE I DID????? #and I stood up because it LANDED. ON. ME. so I’m trying to get it off and I’m gen about to start crying #and then it started flying towards me again so I screamed Again and stumbled and FELL. I FELL. #IN THE BATH. FUCKIN. WATER SPLASHES EVERYWHERE. IM STILL HYSTERICAL. #mum comes in AGAIN and is like BITCH. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. and I’m like THERES ANOTHER FUCKING— #and she’s more worried about her mf bathroom because the floor is like. to be fair. there is not a dry inch of floor. BUT HELLO??? #let’s think about ME????? #so we got rid of the other one and the anticlimactic ending is that I washed my hair and am now sat in my bedroom with a sore throat #but Jesus fucking Christ #HAPPY AUTUMN I GUESS. DAMN. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #I need to sleep for 5 years

[simpjaes]

BIG D*CK FOR DUMMIES (s.jy)

The one where you find out that your boyfriend has a huge cock and you’re not entirely sure if you can take all of it. 

MDNI!!! | pls leave feedback and reblog your fave writers!

PAIRING ― jaeyun x afab reader  

WORDCOUNT ― 2.4k

CONTENT ―  first time, established relationship, top jaeyun, painful sex

NOTE ― this was originally written for a different idol on my other blog [ncteez] but i pictured jake in that one en o’clock episode doing this and went feral so……here’s ur giant package. 

smut tags― he’s a little cocky (lmao), i guess you could say size kink but it’s more like huge cock / tiny pussy size kink, theres some crying, praising, reader gets off like almost instantly and becomes incredibly cock drunk the second he’s able to actually fuck

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Things you knew about your boyfriend before dating: he’s very protective, super smart, has good taste in music, his hands are big and warm, and he’s very down to earth.

Things you didn’t know about your boyfriend until after dating and he’s on top of you during a moody and rainy night makeout session: his cock is huge and it’s very intimidating.

One might ask, how could you have not known? Well, that’s easy. It’s a fairly new relationship and a very shy relationship at that. It’s a bit embarrassing for you, actually, because it’s not like you don’t want to be intimate with him. You definitely do, and apparently so does he. 

It’s the first time in the three weeks you’ve been dating that you’ve gotten to be completely alone with him in an intimate setting. For one, you live with your parents, and secondly, he lives with three other dudes who like to be all up in his business. It’s not exactly easy to get alone time with him. Thankfully, your parents are out on a five-day holiday somewhere in the Bahamas and you’re here on your family couch with Jaeyun’s hands cradling your neck as you kiss him. 

It got heated very fast, presumably because the two of you haven’t really had the privacy to do more than a standing makeout session without someone listening in, or worse, walking in. It almost makes the air feel electric now, kind of like a breath of fresh air except the fresh air tastes like the fruity chewing gum he had in his mouth when he originally came over.

Here’s the thing though, and man, it’s a thing. Looking at Jaeyun you’d think he’s average at best and you’re not really the type to go around guessing dick sizes.  So, naturally, when he slots a leg between yours as he got on top of you and you fucking felt it against your leg, you were a little more shocked than anticipated. Maybe he let out a little snide chuckle at your reaction too, you wouldn’t know, you were kind of busy wondering when he was going to let you in on the secret. 

Now, here you are deep in thought of how the hell that thing is going to fit anywhere while simultaneously one hundred percent willing to make it fit because god, does he know how to makeout and feel someone up. 

The more he kisses you, the more his hands roam, the more you experience intimate touches with him, the more you feel like your skin is on fire and replacing that intimidation with extreme arousal and lust. All the way until the point that the presumed makeout playlist starts over and he finally pushes a bit further with you.

“Is this okay?” He asks, now slotting himself entirely between your legs and essentially pressing his length directly against the pool that is threatening to seep through your fucking denim shorts. 

You give him a half nod, trying to pretend that he’s definitely a normal man with a normal cock. He smiles though, knowing full well that this isn’t what you were expecting. No one ever expects it from him. 

“You seem occupied,” he comments, pressing himself against you a little more and leaning down on his arms to nip at your lips. “or shocked, maybe?”

You try to kiss him to shut him up, not wanting to expose yourself for being entirely inexperienced with a size like his. 

“Hm?” He encourages you, pulling back again and looking directly into your eyes with a confident smirk. 

“Well,” you shift your eyes away and sigh out, “you’re kind of huge…” 

He takes that compliment and runs with it. It’s not like the two of you have to finally have sex or anything, but you both knew what was happening and you both definitely knew what the other wanted. At least ten minutes ago that was the situation.

“Is it too much?” He asks, this time a bit more concerned that his own biology could ruin this for you. 

“Probably? no, maybe?” 

Jaeyun pulls away from you, moving himself to sit back against the couch and give you your space. Considering probably and maybe isn’t a yes, he feels no need to push or pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do. There have been times where he’s hurt another person while being intimate, though not intentionally, he’s not exactly willing to do that to you unless you’re like, you know, jumping his bones for it. 

“Still, i’d like to try–” You start, looking at him as you sit up and feel your entire body tingle at the cold air that replaces his warmth. “Maybe if we take it slow– like, really slow?”

He looks at you with shining eyes. He asked you to be his girlfriend because he genuinely likes you. He likes your voice, he likes the way you smell, likes when you talk about your favorite songs and favorite movies. He was definitely smitten from the moment he saw you trip on your own two feet down the front porch of a house party months ago. Taking it slow with you was pretty normal, and the fact that you want him too just makes him all the more willing to take his time. 

“I’ll take care of you, ” he hums, spreading his legs a bit across the couch to give himself more space to re-adjust himself. “Just tell me if I need to slow down?” 

You nod, staring directly between his legs and rubbing your own together on instinct. If anyone’s gonna split you open, it might as well be your boyfriend.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

When he said he would take it slow with you, he really meant it. The fact that he curled three fingers into you for a solid twenty minutes and you still feel like your legs will buckle on you at any moment knowing that this is just for prep– oh damn. 

 The fact that he even used his tongue on you for the first time, making sure you were more slippery than you already were for another twenty minutes? The fucking fact that you were on the verge of orgasm when he pulled it out and presented it to you like a cock you could totally sit on without issue? 

Fuck.

Reality washes over you far too quickly when you actually make that attempt. 

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel like you were being torn apart by him, but part of you loves the way his gentle hands hold you steady as you try to sink down. You can feel the wet heat between your legs coat his length inch by inch as you start to slide down.

He stops you only for a moment when he notices you wincing. 

“Breathe, baby, just a little more.” He encourages, getting a nod from you before guiding you down further.

You breathe, clenching around him and doing your best to stop doing that so you can relax. You can tell he’s struggling to actually take it slow by now too, only because you can feel his hands shake against you as he holds himself back from obliterating you, probably. You’d think it would be quite endearing to see, if it weren’t for the fact that your eyes are blurring from the tears threatening to fall. 

Feeling embarrassed, you wipe your eyes and focus on how he feels inside of you. The pain is still there, but as you “sit” here, that pain somehow does replace itself with a strange sensation of pleasure little by little. You’ve always wondered what it felt like to be full, and it appears that this is exactly it.

It’s overwhelming.

“Do you want to stop?” He asks after noticing your tears, a bit of panic in his voice despite the fact that you could have sworn hearing a moan come out alongside it, “Pull up, it’s okay, you can–”

You sink down further instead, now bottoming yourself out on him and releasing a broken whine of both pain and pleasure. He grunts in unison to your whine, gripping your hips even harder than he already was and squeezing his eyes shut. 

“Fuck,” he sighs out, lazily opening his eyes to look at the way you perch yourself on him so perfectly. “Such a tight fit.” 

You nod, mostly unable to hear a word he’s saying as you try to relax your body enough to get rid of that small hint of pain. The consistent clenching of your adjustments send your boyfriend spiraling a bit, unable to contain his sighs of pleasure as your tight and wet heat squeezes his cock.

“Tell me when I can move, please, tell me–” He groans out almost frantically, staring down at where you sit flush against him and wanting so badly to fuck into you.

 He’s wanted to do this to you since you started dating, now that it’s finally happening, and now that you’re quite literally jerking him off simply by adjusting to his size– you know, it’s not exactly easy to contain himself. 

You take a few more seconds to breathe before your body finally relaxes and you give him a reluctant nod. 

Instantly it’s like you’re seeing stars. He barely moves, all he does is flex his abs and press his hips up and it’s like he manages to fit another non-existent inch inside of you. 

You groan out, falling forward against his chest and gripping onto his shoulders as you feel your body adjust to even that small movement. To you, this is so fucking embarrassing, but to him? 

Hottest thing ever. Really. 

He can hear your whiny gasps against his neck when he moves and it’s driving him fucking wild, especially considering the fact that his cock is driven so deeply inside of you that he thinks you’d tell him to stop— but you don’t. 

You’re so good to him, and for what it’s worth, he wants to make sure this will be the best orgasm of your life.

Slowly, his hands fall to your ass and guide you up. You feel slight relief as a few inches leave you, and your stomach bubbles with that same sensation of both pleasure and pain when he slides you back down.

He moans out at you, almost like he’s cooing in pity at how much you’re trying to take for him. It’s incredibly sexy to hear now that your ears have stopped ringing and you’re beginning to believe that you’d never want anything smaller than him anyway.

This time, you lift on your own and sink back down just as fast, wincing again against his neck but releasing a moan that sounds more like pleasure than anything else. He sees this as a green light, gripping your ass and encouraging you to lift slightly again.

“Stay like this.” he mutters with a deep breath before kissing against your forehead and thrusting his hips up once, hard. 

The tight heat you’re offering sends him into a frenzy when paired with the wet slap of his pelvis hitting your pussy, and the sounds you’re making offer little in terms of stopping because by now, you’re both loving it. 

He thrusts into you with ease, the drag loud and slippery, the moans of pleasure you release only make him go faster, harder. Almost releasing a whimper of his own at how fucking perfect you are for taking all of it.

“Look.” he tries to let out, waiting for you to pull yourself up from his chest and look at him.

You do with ease, that broken face from before now replaced with lustful and blown out pupils. 

“Look how good you take it,” he praises with a groan, almost punctuating each word with a thrust, “knew you could take it.” 

Your broken smile that falls into a slack mouthed string of nonsense only continues to push him.  All the way until you can’t think straight at all, and you’re feeling your body tense up with such pressure that you can’t even warn him before your walls are clenching so tightly that it even hurts him. 

You grasp onto him for dear life as your orgasm washes over you, drenching his entire length as you hold your breath. Never have you gotten off while feeling so fucking full, and arguably, you don’t think you could ever feel an orgasm so intense without him being the one to split you open.

“There you go baby.” he hums, watching you breathlessly fall apart on top of him before picking up his rhythm again and chasing his own high.

By this point, you’re so well adjusted that even the searing pain of his restless thrusts feel good. Your brain is foggy but you can’t help but just fucking watch him.

This is your boyfriend and this is what it looks like when you’re making him feel good. 

“Are you close?” you start to bounce on him, meeting his rhythm and allowing him to rest his own hips. 

He nods as he looks at you, awestruck with how you’re already able to ride him as if you weren’t whining just moments before. Seeing you take him in full like this is enough to have his cock pulsing.

“Just a bit more, baby.” He closes his eyes and runs his hands up your waist. “Keep riding me, fuck.” 

And that, you do. Feeling proud of yourself for being able to actually take this literal monster, you focus on the twitch inside of you as he releases with a deep and breathy moan.

It’s entirely too sexy to ignore, and you continue to bounce even as he tries to hold you in place to subdue the sensitivity of his cock being fucking strangled by how tight you are. 

Once his body stops jerking and you feel the last twitching release inside of you, you fall forward and both of you groan from the sensitivity. 

“There are pros and cons to having a big dick, i guess.” he admits in a groan. 

Even when you laugh, there’s another wince from both of you followed by a groan.

“Pros: big dick.” he whispers, holding you still against him so you don’t move again before he can soften up and pull out. “Cons: big dick.” 

You still laugh, and it still hurts. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

me and my lame ass endings lmfaooooooooooooooooo

#enhypen smut #jake smut #jaeyun smut #enha smut #sim jake smut #sim jaeyun smut #jake sim smut

[murdrdocs]

thinking deranged, depraved thoughts about luke like,, making r ride her pillow, like hands on hips guiding her.. talking her through it even 😔

explicit sexual content; MDNI

eventually, you would stop being goaded into doing things by luke.

you should've seen through his meticulously chosen words when he 'offhandedly' mentioned that riding a pillow seemed pleasurable. you should've known that his endgame was sexual gratification for either of you when you told him it wasn't in your opinion. you should've seen him praying on your pride in order to get you to try it out in front of him.

and you definitely should've known, or at least remembered, that luke is confident that he can do most things better than you, leading you both here: luke's hands firm on your hips, pushing and pulling you in languid movements against the bunched up pillow between your thighs.

"theree you go," he encourages you in a long drawn out breath. his dark eyes flicker from the fabric sack between your legs—which just so happens to belong to him—up to your lazy eyes. he smiles, small and gentle.

"feels good, right?"

you don't want to admit it, knowing that an i told you so would be imminent. but you won't lie, so you stay silent. which is enough for luke.

he laughs a little, leaning forward to press a tiny kiss right beneath your navel.

"'s okay. i know it does." he takes a second and then his face scrunches in concentration. or ... wait. no. it's curiosity.

"what if we...?" his sentence remains unfinished as he starts to guide your hips faster, making sure your clit catches the seam each time. your reaction is immediate, hands flying to luke's shoulders as a gasp tumbles out from between your lips.

he's grinning now, nodding to himself.

"there we go, there she is. keep going just like that, angel, and you'll be finished in no time."

#lukesworld! #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan smut #celeste writes pjo

[seventhcallisto]

Channie. Chris. ( bang chan )

MDNI ! 18+ CONTENT AHEAD !

smut and fluff. bang chan x afab! reader (nn: sweet girl used once). Unprotected sex (wrap it pls ffs). Breeding. Slight edging. I love u's during it. Can be considered soft dom chan, but there really are no roles here, yall.

Chan is such a soft lover. The type to wrap around your waist in the kitchen and kiss your shoulder, swaying you back and forth in a slow waltz. The type to kiss your neck as you let him message it. The type to go out of his way to get you something you want or like.

The type to hold an extra pair of shoes for you in case the heels you're wearing start to hurt. The type to love casual affection. The type to hold your hand and listen to you ramble with the most content and focused expression on his face. Chan was that type of lover.

Chan is also the type of lover to fold you in half as he gives you the dicking of a lifetime. With your legs over his broad shoulders and singing the sweet music only he knows how to drive out of you.

Watching your glistening cunt catch in the night light and shine with slick, creamy from the previous orgasms he has already pried out of you and yet- he's still to reach his own peak everytime he sinks back in to the hilt. Catching himself and slowing down to edge it on- he loves to talk you through it when he does it.

"Gonna cum soon sweetheart?" he'd murmur, husky and out of breath from the brutal pace he's already set for the two of you, slowing down til his thrusts are pushing you- digging deeper and deeper into your cunt until theres no space for him to go. "You're so good for me, baby. Gonna fill you real good, okay?" You're folded, yet he leans down to place his strong arms by your head. You're fucked out and it's all thanks to your boyfriend- your lover.

And he has the guts to smile, to bite his lip and kiss the corner of your mouth, leaning more of his weight onto the bed so he's practically on you- one with you. "Talk to me pretty," he'd ask again, stopping abruptly, then slowing to a grind- torture of pleasure on his handsome face, his cockhead hitting a part of you that has only ever been reached by him.

"I-I'm channie-" you hiccup as quietly as you can manage, jolting in his grasp due to the way everytime he does it, your clit throbs- sore from so many orgasms before, and you whimper once again when he slows down even more, telling you to respond in his own way. "Channie, need you to cum in me please- please please" you'd bargain- chans got a thing for breeding.

"Yeah? Say please one more time f'me-" His tired voice asks, his face hovering over yours. He watches your expressions - your feelings and the satisfaction of his sped up pounding wash over you. "My sweet girl, fuck-" he hisses when you clench again and again- signaling you're going to cum for the 4th time soon.

"Please- oh fuck- chan- chris," you whimper his name once again, something different this time - his name, which you know gets to him. That makes him weak in the knees, soft and mushy.

The way chan has you is everything to him - you're perfect, made just for him and him for you. He can't wait to marry you one day, to put a giant ring on your finger and settle down. You're everything to him- always have been- always will be.

And with another hard slam of his hips, you're scrunching up around him, calling his name with a shriveled cry and digging your nails into his back, not like he minds. Legs squeezing over his shoulder until he drops them down to place himself back between your parted and soaked thighs, hiking them up and over his arms to keep you spread for his wide form.

"Almost there baby, where d'you want it?" He groans, and it reverbs off his chest into yours, his head falling into the junction of your neck to place a sloppy kiss over the countless red blots of hickeys lining up over you. You shake with every push, every pull of his hips, and how hard he drills his cock into you, pumping you with his entire length and dragging out your already exhausting orgasm.

"In-" you stutter, whimpering once more when his dark happy trails skims over your clit from another thrust. "In me, inside chan, please chris?" And oh- it's everything to have you beg for him like this. His cock twitches- his groan deeper this time as he nears his peak.

The harder he bucks inside you, the farther you slip into his lap, his knees placed under you, your body halfway over his strong thighs, he holds you tight there with a grip to your waist, blow after blow, grunt after moan. His eyebrows scrunching, and his eyes locking with yours as he pulls back to lean his head on your forehead.

"I- fuck baby i love you so much," he strains as finally, his eyes drift shut and his face scrunches with pure unaltered bliss, his mouth falling slack. His cum floods you, warm and sticky and so much it has you gasping- his hips stuttering.

He falls over you with a heavy- breathless sigh, his sticky naked skin sticking to yours. You're finally able to catch your breath as well, thighs trembling from around his waist and then unfolding to straighten out cause they're sore, obviously. Chan breathes against you, steadying his breath and listening to yours do the same, your heart pounds against his chest and everything just feels to right to move.

He places a sweet kiss against your jaw, tugging himself to lean on his arm. His face is soft- lax and red. Yours is probably dazed, and fucked to oblivion. But chan smiles anyways, kissing you as softly as he's done hundreds of times before.

"You okay?" He questions with a hum, lips stretching out and his eyes curling to showcase how he's genuinely asking. You blink up at him. "I love you too, chris," you murmur sweetly. Chan falters, a chuckle bubbling up from his throat fondly before you pull him down into your embrace.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes, yeah?" He laughs into your shoulder. You hum happily, content to be in his strong arms and tough figure. Soft and warm and giving. Ready to show you in every way how much he adores and loves you. Just you.

#bang chan #bang chan smut #stray kids bang chan #skz chan smut #skz chan fluff #skz chan x reader #bang chan x reader #skz smut #christopher bang #x reader #stray kids channie #skz channie #chan smut #kpop smut #bang chan x female reader #soft smut #smut #smut and fluff #skz fluff #guys i dont know what got into me....

[shaguro]

— ✰GORGEOUS | ONY

✧ synposis: fucking you after date night is one of ony’s favorite things to do. minors dni.

✧ shanti’s note: now that i got all the fluff out the way, i have to give yall the nasty shit. enjoy. 🩷

“look at you, takin’ this dick so good for daddy. so gorgeous.” ony groaned, his firm hold on your neck the only thing keeping you coherent. he always got like this after date night and could you blame him? that dress you had on tonight hugged every curve perfectly, high heels accentuated those milky brown thighs. it was only right that the man show appreciation to his gorgeous, gorgeous girl.

he had your legs by your ears as he pounded into you, filling you up with every inch of his dick. and your gummy walls sucked him back in with each roll of his hips, clamping down on him like a vice. “so tight, mama. f-fuck.” he hisses, sweat beads trickling down his glistening forehead. “you love this dick, hm? love when this dick all in your stomach like this?” you can’t even speak, only broken moans and strained pleas fell from your lips. and ony’s so mean, expecting you to respond when you can’t even think straight. but he doesn’t care, angling his hips and slamming them against your inner thighs, his thick tip kissing your cervix perfectly. he leans down, your thighs sandwiched against your stomach, the new, deep position had tears prickling at your eyes.

ony’s a demon, licking the stray tears off your cheek before he’s babbling in your ear, wet tongue tracing your earlobe. “t-tell me you love this dick—“ a deep moan rips from his throat and it’s so sexy, your pussy just gushing at the sound. “ima give you all this nut, gonna fill this pretty pussy—shit.”

“i love this dick d-daddy, you fuck me so— ony! ohmygod right theree.” you’re clinging to him so tightly and you can feel his biceps trembling, a tell-tale sign that he was close. only ony could have you in such a stuttering mess, trying to keep your sanity as he fucked you into oblivion. the man was filthy, it felt almost degenerate how your pussy was doing the talking for you, singing his praises — creaming so cutely around his dick, fluttering and squelching with each snap of his hips.

“this pussy talkin to me baby, ima give her what she want.” he taunted, canines on full display as he flashed a sinister smile. ony straightened his back, standing at his full height; one hand on your pudgy tummy, the other rubbing on your poor clit and that familiar heat formed in your belly, ready to snap at any moment. his thumb on your puffy clit had you seeing stars, no way you could last longer than this.

and ony knew this, that’s why he put both hands on your soft hips and gave you one final thrust, all his dick buried in your cunt.

you were cumming so hard — clenching and sputtering on his length that ony had to nut in you, filling you just like he promised. thick velvety ropes of cum coated your inner walls to the brim, to the point that it was dribbling down his brown shaft, a beautiful contrast to his dark skin.

ony’s eyes were dark and lidded as he looked down at you, drinking in the mess he created. he leaned down, holding your chin to give you a sloppy kiss. passionate, the both of you still panting from your combined orgasm as your tongues wrestled. he rested his forehead on yours when he pulled away, giving you this nasty look and you already knew what he would say.

“round two?”

@/hoesluvshanti, 2023-2024. do not copy, steal or repost my content without permission.

#ony x black reader #ony smut #aot x black reader #aot onyankopon #aot smut #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon smut #shanti's stories⋆˙⟡♡

[poguesprincess]

♱ ‧₊˚ when you barge into rafe cameron’s room, the last thing you expect is a gun in his hand. content warning: gun play

in all fairness, your relationship with the boy was new. you really shouldn’t be walking in like you just have— but the best lessons are learned from experience. lazily sprawled out on his bed, hips clad in white boxers, chest bare and glistening from exertion, rafe stares at you expectantly.

you stare at the gun. the silver barrel of it rests nonchalantly against the crease of his hip, just barely rested against his bulge. “did you not grow up learning how to knock?” he’s ticked off with you, but you don’t care. your mouth opens, then closes— then opens again to mumble a small apology, moving to back away and out of the room. he lifts the hand holding the weapon and you stop in your tracks, fear engulfing you.

“come here.” like it’s second nature, he motions it as he were waving for you to move forward, sitting up against his headboard, eyes narrowed. you move, hesitantly. he wouldn’t hurt you, you know this. yet, you become uncharacteristically wary of him. you crawl onto the bed, sitting in between his legs, and you gasp when he moves the gun against your cheek, gently forcing you to look at him.

“i asked you something.” he taps the barrel against your cheek, and a heat forms in your stomach. “yes— no, i’m sorry, rafe. was just excited to see you.” your voice is pathetically small— meek. he hums at this, dragging the tip of the gun along your jaw sideways, stopping when he reaches your chin. your breathing is scarily even as you maintain eye contact with him. his brows remain furrowed as he studies you. “you missed me?” his voice is low, lips barely moving. theres a fondness in his eyes that calms you, and suddenly the gun pressed against your chin becomes the least of your worries. you feel that heat in your stomach grow warmer as you nod carefully.

“mm-hm.”

“good.” a beat. his eyes fall to your lips, bitten and chapped from nervousness. then, he inhales. “you’re pretty.” all you can muster is a thank you. the air is thick— tense. you can’t figure out why, but the compliment sends shivers down your spine. then, before you can register it, rafe’s got the gun pressed against your lips, tapping lightly and expectantly.

“open.” you gape at him, surmising he’s finally and properly lost his mind— but he looks dead serious, and he tries to push the barrel past your teeth. a comforting hand falls to the fat of your hip, rubbing slow circles as he mumbles more, c’mon baby, give me more. it’s cool and hard against your teeth, and when it slips past your lips and onto your tongue, you let out a groan you didn’t even know was building in the back of your throat.

“good. good girl. show the gun how much you missed me, and maybe i’ll let you show my cock, instead.” you don’t care. you don’t care, if you get to suck him off, because the feeling of the gun sliding in and out, slowly, from his guidance, is enough to satiate you. it’s awakened something you weren’t aware existed, something you can’t exactly define. he’s cooing at and praising you as your eyes roll into your head the more he speeds up, his hard cock throbbing against you, and you think: i could do this forever.

rafe is impatient. it’s why he wastes no time in pulling out, manhandling you face down into his sheets and pistoning his dick into your abused hole. fuck, he had said, you got this wet from a little bit of sucking?, panting from the way your sticky walls clung to his length. he’s unforgiving with the way he rams into you, and you make the mistake of trying to push him back; slow him.

you feel the coolness of the gun barrel press against the back of your head, and a soft click follows after.

“you fuckin’ try that again and see where it gets you.”

#εïз rafe prompt ! #rafe cameron #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader

[mangosrar]

congratulations.

matt sturniolo x fem reader.

tooth rotting fluff ans then smut 😈😈😈

the warm sun was peeking through the window as the curtains danced with the breeze. rolling over and reaching your arm out, you were met with nothing but cold bedsheets, but the smell of pancakes wafting through the house, along with the sound of 'congratulations' by mac miller, revealed the answer to your boyfriends absence.

he hadnt noticed you yet. he was hunched over the counter, his shoulders flexing indicating his concentration. you padded over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle, and placing a nimble kiss to his bare back. "smells good"

"she lives" he exclaimed ,making you giggle, before turning to face you with a toothy grin, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips to yours.

"happy birthday" he said softly, pulling away. you pressed your head to his chest and sighed contently, listening to his steady heartbeat, creating a memory that you would think about in years to come, when you were spending birthdays with your children, and grandchildren. he let you bask in the glow of the morning, resting his chin on your head and humming to the song, while his hand travelled up your back, then down again.

"what do you wanna do today?" he asked, putting both hands on the side of your face, pulling you up so you were eye level with him, waiting for the answer to the question he had asked you every single day for the past 3 months. he was adamant that you should have a huge party and make a big deal out of it but you didnt want that. you told him you would decide on the day.

"i just wanna spend it with you" you whispered. his smile grew wider as his eyes studied your face, searching for any sign of uncertainty, and when he found nothing, he pressed his lips to yours again, whispering a soft 'okay' as he did so.

matt had took your words as gospel, he hadnt left your side once. the two of you ate breakfast, opened your presents, got ready and headed out. he took you shopping, he took you ice skating, he had even let you drive his car, upon your request. he had completely spoilt you. it had been the best birthday ever.

it was now later on in the evening and you were slumped on the couch, leaning on matt, with chris and nick on the other end, your favourite movie was playing but you couldnt take your eyes off of matt. for about an hour now he had been fidgeting, bouncing his leg, chewing his nails or messing with your hair. there was something etched onto his face that you couldnt decipher, a deep crease in his brows.

"you okay?" you said softly as to not gain the attention of his two brothers. he looked down at you as he turned and took a deep breath in. he said nothing as he suddenly stood up, grabbing your arm and pulling you down the hallway to his room, without uttering a word to nick or chris, despite their calls of confusion.

once he was inside, he closed the door and made a bee line for his bedside table, opening the drawer and taking something out. you watched him with furrowed brows, trying to figure out if what he was doing was a good or bad thing.

neither of you said anything as he made his way back over the end of his bed and sat down, ushering you over. you found home, standing in between his legs, before running your hands through his hair, making him look up at you, an emotion in his eyes you just couldnt place.

"whats going on?" you asked. matts insides rolled at the softness of your voice, he knew he wanted to do this, there was nothing he wanted more.

"i know i already gave you all of your gifts, but theres one more," he paused, still looking up at you. "i bought it for your birthday last year but it wasnt the right time, however i know that now is the right time, and i dont want to spend a second longer holding on to this." he said. your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as you watched him reach into his pocket and pull out a small box. he kept his eyes trained down, too worried to look at your reaction.

it was a silver ring with a small gem stone sitting in the middle, and the inside of the band had a small love heart with the letter 'M' carved into it. you couldnt help but gasp and bring your hands up to your face. matt watched you with intent eyes, waiting for any sense of distaste.

"matt its beautiful" you whispered. he stood up, grabbing your hand and sliding the ring onto your finger and laying a nimble kiss to the back of your hand.

"now i know im not asking you to a marry me but, this ring is a symbol of promise, and i promise that i will marry you one day, and we will have kids, and big house with a white fence, and a dog and we will spend our nights sitting on the porch watching sunset, because i love you and i wanna spend every singe birthday with you for the rest of our lives." he had cushioned every single word with the strong beat of your heart, each one bouncing off and being wedged into the large space he took up. you couldnt help but let tears pool in your waterline. his eyes bored into yours as a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, waiting for you to speak.

"i love you" you whispered before pressing your lips to his. matt smiled into the kiss as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. one of his hands travelled up and rested at the base of your neck as the kiss grew more intense, he pushed his tongue into your mouth and ran it along your lips before tugging your lip between his teeth and pulling away, earning a whine from you.

you watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and doing the same with yours, before turning you around and pushing you on the bed. he stood for a second, admiring you, basking in the glow emitting from your body, before he crawled up the bed to hover over you.

"happy birthday baby" he whispered breathlessly before his lips were on yours again, tongues dancing together, your hands pulling his hair, pulling soft groans from his mouth.

he continued his kissed down your neck and chest while whispering sweet nothings.

"so beautiful"

"i love you so much"

"so good for me"

he was now at your thighs and while you were enjoying this, you needed him.

"matt please" you whined.

"what is it baby, what do you want mh?" he came back up to your face, placing a single kiss on your mouth, waiting for your answer.

"i want you inside of me" he did nothing but smirk at your words before sitting back on his heels between your legs and pulling off your pants, painfully slow.

matt watched through hooded eyes as you squirmed under his intense stare. he was enjoying this too much, watching you become so needy for him.

the second he had pulled off your panties, he was pulling off his boxers and lining himself up. he looked up at you through his lashed, wordlessly checking you were okay. you nodded and he pushed himself into you, bottoming out, causing you both to moan.

he stilled inside you for a second, doubling over, desperately fighting the urge to plough into you. he pulled back for a second, looking at your face and when he saw nothing but pleasure, he pulled his hips back before snapping them into yours again and again and again.

at this point you were a mess, moaning and whining underneath him as he continuously pushed his cock in and out of you, each one being harder than he last.

"fuck baby, doing so well for me" matt said breathlessly as he sat back up, pulling your legs up onto his shoulders and continuing his hard fast thrusts. you let out a moan of his name and he let his head drop back, letting out a deep groan as he did so.

"oh matt, feels so- nhg good fuck" you chocked out. your cracked voice and broken sentence only made matt drive his cock deeper into you, making your back arch off the bed and your eyes roll back.

"fuck y/n i can feel you squeezing me" matt said through a strangled whine. his words were only turning you on more and you could feel yourself reaching an endpoint. you could only moan at his words and paw at his arms, desperately trying to ground yourself.

"matt im so c-close please dont stop" you stuttered. your high was approaching fast and the sight of matt looking down at his cock ploughing into you relentlessly was not helping.

"god baby, look so beautiful taking me" and that was all you needed to hear before reaching your high, letting your legs drop back onto the bed and pulling matt down on top of you, clawing at his back as you basically screamed as you rode out your high. matt left soft kisses on your neck, soothing you, as his thrusts became sloppy and uneven.

you felt his cock twitch inside of you before he shoved his head in the crook of your neck, groaning and letting out desperate chants of your name, painting your insides white and riding out his own orgasm, slowing down his thrusts before he eventually stopped and collapsed on top of you.

he pulled his head up, peppering kisses all over your face, making you giggle before he spoke.

"happy birthday sweetheart"

matthew.sturniolo: happiest of birthdays to the only girl ever. you are my sun and moon, my dreams and nightmares. you’re 20 now but i owe you lifetimes of happiness for the amount you have given me these past 3 years. you are an angel. i thank my lucky stars every day that i met you in this life because heaven would not be the same without you. thankyou for being my sense of consistency when i need you to be. happy birthday sweetheart i love you❤️‍🩹

tagged: y/n.

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[cosmicmunsonwrites]

for the first time

pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!virgin!reader

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, pet names, jj being a softy, porn without plot, slapping, praise kink, blood, aftercare

summary: finally ready after being with jj for 7 months, you ask jj if you can take it a step further.

authors note: tbh i’m probably gonna make two more parts to this so i hope you guys enjoy it

part one | part two | part three

not edited ..

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

gif not mine

“what if something goes wrong? or what if i do something wrong?” you asked nervously. you cuddled in closer to him, legs tangled together with your head on his chest.

jj chuckled and ran a comforting hand over your thigh. “baby, nothings gonna go wrong. i promise. just relax and let me do all the work.”

you pouted lightly and cuddled in closer to him. “what if i like, accidentally punch you or something?”

that made him really laugh. “you won’t,” he said through his fit of laughter. “but hey, theres a first time for everything.”

you lightly slapped his stomach and hid your face in his neck. “that’s not funny, j.”

“it’s kinda funny,” he defended. “if you don’t wanna do this, we don’t have to. i don’t wanna make you feel like i’m pressuring you into this.”

you shook your head immediately against him. “i want to. ‘m just scared.”

“there’s nothing to be scared about, baby,” he reassured. “you trust me?”

“‘course i trust you j.”

he placed a soft kiss to your forehead. “then let me do all the work. i promise you nothing bad will happen to you when you’re with me. and if i do get punched or something, all good. sounds kinda hot.”

you slapped his chest again, making him laugh and pull you closer. he used the hand that wasn’t resting on your back to lift your chin up. he leaned down to gently connect your lips. he pressed in further and applied more pressure, hands finding your waist to pull you into his lap.

you smiled against his lips at his eagerness, only for the moment to be cut short when his hands squeezed your bottom through your shorts, making you gasp at the suddenness.

he used the opportunity to slip his tongue through your parted lips to begin exploring every inch he already knew so well. one of his hands came off your ass for a second just to come back with a hard slap. your hips bucked on top of his, making the both of you moan.

he grabbed your hips and smoothly rolled you over so you were now underneath him, jj straddling your legs as he began leaving soft kisses down your jawline and neck. once he reached the collar of your t-shirt, he tugged at the bottom. “can i take this off, sweet girl?”

you nodded and hummed. “mhm.” he swiftly pulled it over your head with your assistance of lifting yourself off the bed before his lips were back on you. they trailed down your neck to over the tops of your breasts then down your stomach.

you laughed slightly at the ticklish feeling. his hands held your waist as he splayed more kisses over your stomach, loving the sound of your laugh. you giggled harder and lightly pushed his head away. you could feel him smile against your skin as he kissed lower towards the waistband of your shorts. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he muttered against your skin. “can i?”

“please,” you said breathily. your lifted your hips off the bed as he tugged your shorts down and threw them somewhere on the floor. he tugged his tank off and over his head as he began to grow hotter, throwing it somewhere like he’d done with your shorts.

you marveled at his toned stomach and tanned skin as long as you could before he was back to leaving kissed above the waist band of your panties. “look at you, baby. bein’ so good for me,” he praised, grabbing your bent legs and spreading them further so he could kiss the insides of your thighs. “my gorgeous girl.”

you hid your face under your arms, beginning to blush at the compliments and praise you were getting.

he placed a kiss over your panties just above your core, hands soothing over the insides of your thighs. “still doin’ okay, sweetheart?”

you nodded. “‘m okay.”

“is it good if i take ‘em off?” he asked softly, hands still caressing your thighs lovingly.

you took a deep breath and nodded once again. “yeah.”

his signature smile returned before he was shimmying your panties off and stuffing them into his back pocket. “fuck, baby. you’re so beautiful.” he laid down between your legs on his stomach, his pointer finger lightly running down your slit to see how you reacted.

once his finger bumped your clit, your eyes shut and your hips bucked up slightly. he did it again, but this time, you felt his mouth on you.

his tongue ran up your core, stopping at the top to lightly suck on your sensitive little button. your head tipped back against the pillows as you moaned loudly and gripped the sheets by your head. “tastes so good, princess.”

your lips parted when he continued doing it, holding your hips down to keep your from moving to much.

“oh, fuck, jj,” you moaned breathlessly, your hips starting to grind into his mouth.

he flattened his tongue against it before dragging it down and prodding at your entrance with the tip of the wet muscle.

your teeth caught your bottom lip, trying to silence the moans that were begging to spill. he dragged it back up, moving to suck on your clit yet again but with more pressure this time. your hands flew to his hair, lightly pulling when the pleasure began to get to be too much for you to handle. “fuck, jj. feels so good.”

“doin’ so well for me, pretty girl. so fuckin’ good.” and his mouth was back on you again immediately. his middle finger prodded at your entrance, rimming around it as his tongue worked wonders on your clit. “can i?”

you felt his finger pressing against you lightly. “yes. please.” you begged weakly.

the tip of his middle finger gently slipped into you, allowing you to get used to the foreign feeling before slowly pushing in to the first knuckle. he watched your face contort from one of discomfort into one of pleasure in a matter of seconds.

“oh, god, jj,” you moaned out. “‘m so close.”

“you’re doing so fuckin’ good for me, angel. best pussy i’ve ever tasted,” he praised. he pressed his finger in further, slowly beginning to move it in and out when he heard your pretty moans become more constant. “think you can handle another?”

you nodded eagerly, opening your eyes for a second to look down at him. “mhm,” you hummed. he carefully added his ring finger, both now stretching you out in the best way possible. he curled them inside you, making you bite your lip so hard you were sure you had drawn some blood. “right there, please j, right there.”

he could feel you clenching around his fingers. “such good girl. you gonna cum for me? hmm? gonna cum on my fingers?”

you were so close. right there. all you needed was that last little push. and he was right there to give it to you. his mouth found your clit again, sucking and licking at it while his fingers thrusted in and out of you.

“oh fuck. jj, ‘m coming,” you warned, hips bucking up to meet his mouth, legs shaking and hands pulling at his hair. “fuck, fuck, fuck!”

he dragged it out a little longer before he felt your hands pushing his head lightly when the pleasure began to be too much. he slowly pulled his fingers from you and crawled up your body with soft kisses to follow, the last one landing on your lips. “you okay, pretty girl?”

you nodded, legs still shaking with the aftershock. “why is it doing that?” you asked, beginning to panic.

“you’re okay, baby. you’re fine. it happens. it was just intense,” he reassured, running his hand up your side and placing gentle kisses over the tops of your breasts.

you felt a gush between your legs, making you feel uneasy. when you leaned up on your forearms to see, you could see the white milky liquid tinged with red pooling between your thighs.

jj could see the embarrassed look on your face. “hey, hey it’s okay, sweetheart. it was your first time, happens to everyone. you’re fine, i promise.” you covered your face with your hands. “it’s fine. i swear. nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“j, i just bled on your sheets,” you said almost painfully.

he shook his head and got up to grab some towels. “it happens, baby. you’ve never had anything inside you and now that you have, it’s gonna bleed a little. it’s all good. you enjoy yourself?” you nodded shyly. “then don’t worry about it. i got a washing machine for a reason.”

he gently ran the towel along your puffy cunt, wiping up the mess the two of you had made before getting up to put the used fabric in the bathroom.

he disappeared once more before returning with a bottle of water. “here. drink some,” he said as he handed it off to you. you thanked him and took a few sips and he made himself comfortable next to you and waited for you to cuddle into him.

“you did so good for me today, pretty baby. might have to do this more often.”

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[cloudcountry]

1.5K FOLLOWER CELEBRATION

SUMMARY: The Octatrio takes you to the ocean, where you explore a shipwreck with them!!

WARNINGS: Jade & Floyd being slightly threatening? They imply that they'll drown you lol sillies.

COMMENTS: i had this in the works for like a week and i really like how it turned out!! (i'm especially fond of the floyd parts hehe) THERES ALSO SOME DEUCE CONTENT BC I COULDNT HELP MYSELF but thats only in the beginning wahhwawah ANYWAYS i hope ygys like this one!!!!!!!! im excited to hear what you all think!!!!!!!!

You slowly unfasten your arms from around Deuce’s waist as the blastcycle skids to a stop. Vehicles in Twisted Wonderland are still incredibly hard to get used to, even though you’ve been here for longer than you want to think about.

“Thanks for the ride.” you lean back, swinging your legs over the side with a smile, “I appreciate it.”

“Ah…no problem.” Deuce replies, eyes darting from the seemingly empty shoreline to you, “Just…if anything happens, call me. Okay?”

You sigh, touched by his concern. Lifting your hand, you extend your pinkie to him. He wraps his pinkie around yours, and when you whisper that you promise, he nods and lets you go.

“Thank you,” Deuce whispers.

It’s nice having people who want to protect you.

He drives off and you wave, even though his back is turned to you and it wouldn’t be safe for him to wave back. Once the roaring engine has faded completely, you turn your attention to the beach. There’s a set of wooden stairs leading down to the bay, and you take them down. The sand feels warm and inviting, and you kick your shoes off without a second thought. It’s odd, your three companions should be here by now, but you don’t question it too much. Those three do what they want when they want to, and there’s no telling what they decided to do today.

You spend a few minutes swiping at the sand, collecting a small pile of pretty shells. It’s a modest collection, nothing to write home about, but the childish act alone fills you with a glee you haven’t felt in quite a long time.

Perhaps Azul was right. A trip to the sea really might be all you need.

“Hello, angelfish.” a familiar voice croons from behind you.

You turn and barely manage to contain your surprise when you see Azul in casual shorts and a shirt. Although it’s plenty warm outside, the mental image you have of him always wears a suit. It’s a nice change.

“Hello, Azul.” you smile, and take the hand he extends to you.

A kiss that burns hotter than the sun is pressed to the back of your hand. Your arms fall back to your side far too soon.

“I do hope you’ll enjoy this little trip I’ve planned.” he muses, turning his attention to the water, “There’s a shipwreck a little ways from here that Floyd and Jade wanted to explore, you see. Bad things happen when I don’t indulge those two.”

Something tells you that you are also part of that indulgence.

“Where are they?” you ask, scanning the wide expanse of golden sand, “I didn’t see them when I arrived.”

“Ah…” Azul winces and shakes his head, pointing a single finger toward the water.

You turn just in time to see two pairs of glowing eyes peeking up from the water. They’re gone in an instant, and if it wasn’t for Azul’s uneasiness you would have thought you imagined it.

“They’re very sneaky, aren’t they?” you murmur.

Azul nods.

You shake your head, mimicking Azul’s earlier actions. Except you decide to take the route the three of them probably wouldn’t expect.

And so you start walking towards the water.

Azul sucks in air through his teeth and grabs your arm as if warning you not to go.

“It’ll be fine.” you turn back to him and pat his hand, offering him the most reassuring smile you can manage, “If Floyd gets a little too rambunctious and forgets that I can’t breathe underwater, I’ll have you to stop them.”

Azul hesitates but lets you go. He does follow you though, which is rather endearing.

It’s nice having people who want to protect you.

Once you reach the water, you start to sink into the sand. You keep walking until it’s reached your knees. There isn’t any sign of them, but you’re sure Floyd will ambush you sooner or later. You start moving again, eventually wading into the deeper part of the shoreline. Azul watches you apprehensively.

Something brushes your foot.

You can’t help but jerk, but the ticklish sensation makes you laugh.

Someone pinches your thigh, and you swat at them.

There’s a swarm of bubbles that surrounds you, and for a second you swear you can see a tail flick out of the water before a giant merman jumps out of the water and body slams you into the waves.

“Shrimpy!” Floyd cheers, squashing your faces together and splashing salt water everywhere.

“Hi, Floyd.” you giggle as he digs his webbed fingers into your sides.

“My my. No greeting for me?” Jade pouts, resting his chin on your other shoulder, “You’re so heartless, Pearl.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance!” you laugh, running your fingers through their hair, “Hello, Jade. I’m very happy to see the two of you.”

“Will you two be more gentle with them!?” Azul hollers, a sour look on his face, “They haven’t taken the potion yet, so you should be cautious!”

Floyd sinks into the water and blows annoyed bubbles. Jade just smiles serenely, making no move to leave your side. Azul groans loudly, exasperated.

“Azul, it’s okay.” you call, slowly making your way towards the shoreline with two mermen in tow, “If I didn’t want them here, I wouldn’t have come into the water.”

“Well, there you have it.” Jade smiles triumphantly, wrapping his tail around your leg, “The Little Pearl doesn’t mind one bit, do they Floyd?”

“Yeah, Jade. They don’t mind at all.” Floyd grins menacingly, wrapping his tail around your other leg.

“Guys, I need those.” you remind them gently, and they begrudgingly let you go.

It’s funny how they listen to you and not the man they call boss (who is still fuming on the shoreline.)

You clamber out of the water with the grace of a crab as Jade and Floyd continue to pinch at your legs. You’re only safe when Azul catches you in his arms, lips pursed and hair tousled from the wind.

“What’s this potion I’m supposed to take?” you ask, paying no mind to the splash of water that hits you in the shins.

“Ah. It’s a water breathing potion.” Azul hums, clearly proud of himself, “I brewed it myself, so rest assured, it will work. The potion allows you to breathe and see underwater with minimal difficulty. Your payment for the potion will be assisting us in collecting artifacts and such from the shipwreck I mentioned previously.”

You have a feeling that all that meant was your payment is spending time with us.

You suppose they are rather lonely, with their reputations and all. Azul especially, with that sensitive heart of his.

“Okay,” you say softly, following him as he leads you to a neat row of duffel bags. He leans down and unzips the one with a cute little octopus charm and produces a purple glass bottle. The cork is shaped like a clam shell, and you marvel at how pretty of a bottle it is for only a few seconds before you look at Azul.

The sea is dangerous, you remind yourself. But these three will protect you.

“Now, I will not be joining you.” Azul declares, taking out a book from the same duffel bag, “So you may go with Jade and Floyd.”

He plops down in the sand, opens the book, and ends the conversation.

What?

You must have stood there for far too long because Azul looks up at you over the rim of his glasses as if you’re the one doing something weird.

“Come on Azul!” Floyd yells from the sea, “Shrimpy doesn’t care!”

“Indeed. And you were so excited about this trip, too. I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t want to come.” Jade sighs, shaking his head in disappointment, “There’s nothing to be done about it, I suppose. It looks like we’ll be getting the pretty little pearl all to ourselves, won’t we, Floyd?”

“Oooh, yeah!” Floyd beams, tongue flicking out between his sharp teeth, “All to ourselves, Jade.”

You see Azul’s eyebrow twitch.

Floyd groans, seemingly annoyed at Azul’s lack of reaction, and shifts his targeted jeers to you.

“Shrimpy! I can tell you why Azul doesn’t want to go!” Floyd yells, flailing his arms around, “He doesn’t want you to see his merform! He’s super squishy and slow!”

“Now, now. That’s rude, Floyd.” Jade chastises his brother, but his smile lets you know that he’s getting a kick out of this too.

“Well, that’s a good thing, right?” you turn back to look at Azul and kneel next to him, “I won’t be a fast swimmer either, Azul. Not as fast as Jade or Floyd. It’d be nice to hang back with someone.”

Azul says nothing.

You block out Floyd’s jeering and focus on him.

“Hey.” you whisper, “If you want to come along, you can. Don’t let me stop you. I promise I won’t judge how you look, hell I won’t even look at you if you don’t want me to. But I’d really like it if you came—”

“That is out of the question.” Azul says curtly, pushing his glasses up his nose.

You hesitate, debating if leaving him here would make him more comfortable.

Except you know Azul. And you know if he doesn’t join you three on this trip, he’ll regret it.

“Listen, Azul.” you murmur, keeping your tone gentle and firm, “I want to go with you. It won’t be the same without you. So if you want to come, you should. I don’t want to leave without you.”

Azul hesitates, and you know you’re getting through to him.

“So come on!” you place a hand on his shoulder and smile reassuringly, “It wouldn’t be fun without you. Who else is going to teach me about all the different coins you can find?”

“Gahh, fine!” Azul snaps his book shut and tucks it back into his duffel bag, hands shaking, “You run a hard bargain, my dear.”

You laugh, and your heart feels light. You lead Azul to the water and turn away as he prepares to transform. You hear a soft splash and you pop the cork off the pretty glass bottle. Tipping it back, the contents spill past your lips and down your throat. Not wanting to be messy, You place the cork back on and put the bottle on a nearby rock. A slimy hand reaches for you, and you turn to see Jade smiling up at you. Floyd is a little ways away, bouncing around in the water like he can’t wait for you to enter. 

Azul is nowhere to be seen, but that’s okay. You can only hope he’ll feel more comfortable as the trip goes on.

”Come on, Shrimpy!” Floyd yells, and that's all the encouragement you need to take Jade's hands and let him drag you into the water.

And he coaxes you into the smooth waves, just like a siren. His eyes certainly glow like he’s hypnotizing you, but you’re certain his beauty is enough to have the same effect.

Once your head is submerged, you open your eyes. Instead of the sharp pain you expect to feel from opening your eyes in the salty water, you’re able to see clearly. Jade’s still holding your hand as he drags you deeper, tail swishing as he darts around coral. You try your best to follow him as you cut through the water, and you know if it wasn’t for the care he puts into making sure you’re not getting scraped on the rough outcrops of coral, you surely would have been injured already.

Floyd swims down from up above and snatches you from his brother in the blink of an eye. You’re pressed into a slick, pale chest as Floyd bears his teeth playfully, swimming farther up.

“No fair, hogging Shrimpy all to yourself.” Floyd grumbles, clutching you against him like a prized catch.

“Now, now. No need to get aggressive.” Jade hums, swimming up to meet Floyd, “They were very much enjoying themselves with me, weren’t you?”

You’re saved from the growing conflict between the brothers by Azul, who pokes his head out from a small cavern in the coral.

“Our goal is to get to the shipwreck, not mess around.” Azul chastises him, and you marvel at the parts of him you can see (which just so happens to be his face and the upper part of his chest.)

He really is beautiful.

“Yes, boss.” Floyd smiles lazily, flicking his tail at him before swimming off with you in tow.

Jade smiles but says nothing as he follows after his brother, who decides to take a small detour. He spins you around a coral spire as if he’s dancing, holding your hands as you spin. His grin is toothy and wide, and his laughter rings clear even in the water, eyes shimmering as if reflecting the sun. He twirls you around like a dancer, and the water fans around you like a costume. It makes you feel like a performer, gorgeous and renowned, and you find yourself grateful for Floyd’s adventurous spirit.

“You see that, Shrimpy?” Floyd giggles, halting mid-dance to swim closer to the coral reef, “It’s you!”

You swim a bit closer, using Floyd’s hand as an anchor to keep yourself close to him. There’s a small shrimpy fluttering through the crevices, skittering across the coral-like an underwater insect.

“Do I really look like that to you?” you tease, shooting Floyd a doubtful look.

“Sure ya do! You’re tiny and you scitter around and you’d probably taste really yummy.” he teases.

He bites just beside your ear and you swat at him. Floyd laughs and swims circles around you, jabbing you with his hands and poking you with his tail. He’s more touchy than usual, you think, and it makes you want to hold him too.

The next time he circles you, you latch onto his tail. Floyd shrieks and flings his you through the water, shooting you towards the coral reef with his pure strength.

“Only shrimps this tall get to ride for free!” He holds his hand up just a few centimeters taller than you and sticks his tongue out.

“Only eels this tall get to receive hugs from shrimpies.” you say, holding your hand just a bit higher than him.

Floyd swims upward and bonks into your hand, looking very proud of himself. You hug him as he takes you the rest of the way to the shipwreck.

It’s a towering thing, made almost entirely of wood. There’s a gaping hole in one of the sides, and you assume that’s how it sank. Floyd giggles and you realize your mouth is gaping in shock. You slam it shut, embarrassed.

Jade and Azul are already examining items they found in the sand, Jade swishing around in the open water while Azul hides most of his body in another crevice. There’s a small treasure chest by Jade’s tail, full of coins and what looks like paper—?

You’ll have to ask them about that.

“It certainly took you long enough.” Jade chuckles.

Azul acknowledges you two with a curt nod as he sorts through coins that look older than Trein. He’s far too deep in his element to engage in pleasantries, you think.

“Floyd, I found some well preserved musical records.” Azul says mildly, handing Floyd a book that seems completely dry without sparing him a glance.

Floyd positively lights up and tears the book out of Azul’s hands, flipping through the pages that are indeed dry.

“Old merfolk spells.” Jade explains, smiling at your surprised expression, “We find paper books fascinating, you see. If the pages are protected by leather and metals they last underwater for quite a bit of time. We had to preserve them somehow.”

“That is fascinating.” you breathe, and Jade chuckles.

He grabs your hand and you turn to him questioningly. He gestures towards the large ship, towering over your little group. You gape at the structure again, and Jade laughs at your facial expression. The hole in the side of the ship looks just big enough for someone to enter it, and you find yourself wondering how it got there again.

Now that you think about it, the hole could have been made after the ship sank.

“Shall we?’ Jade murmurs, pressing a guiding hand to your lower back.

You let him lead you into the shipwreck, but he doesn’t allow you to enter until he’s checked the floor you’re on thoroughly.

“It’s all clear, my pearl.” he offers you his hand again, and you take it.

The second you’re inside, you break free from Jade’s grasp and swim around the room. There’s a collection of silverware in a rickety old cabinet. There’s an old chest that’s cracked open, and you can see scraps of paper peeking out from their age-old prison, suspended in the water. There’s an armchair with an intricately woven cushion, one of its armrests broken off.

Jade watches as you dart around the room, silently following you as you glance from item to item. You know he must think it’s amusing that you can be so enraptured by your own kind. He can’t blame you, though. Humans have always fascinated him, and you’re well aware he’s aware of you indulging him on many occasions.

Many people would be frightened if Jade Leech examined them so closely. You are not one of those people.

“Jade.” you whisper, swimming over to him with curiosity in your eyes, “Is this an old terrarium?”

Oh, you can tell that piques his interest. You point to a dark corner of the ship to a small table and a tiny, house-like structure. It’s made of some type of fibrous material, and two glass panes extend diagonally from the rectangular base. Jade swims over, gently taking the structure in his hands and peeking inside. His sharpened teeth glint in the slivers of sunlight as he beams, cradling the discovery as though it was worth more than all the gold Azul was sorting outside.

“Yes, it is.” he murmurs, voice soft as he coaxes you forward, “Humans didn’t care so much about how pretty terrariums were as long as they were functional. I’ve heard many merpeople talk about how boring these terrariums in particular are as a result of their lack of stained glass, but I can’t help but find this style charming.”

“Sometimes being functional is better.” you agree.

Jade gazes upon you with a softness he does not normally display. It makes your heart take a little tumble in your chest.

Jade opts to take the terrarium with him, and the two of you bounce ideas of what to put in the container back and forth. At one point you bring up taking some coral and sea floor rocks for decor, and Jade perks up like you’ve just reinvented the world of terrariums.

“I’ve been so fascinated by your world that I forgot about the beauties of mine.” he murmurs, lifting a silver knife to examine it, “Say, what do you think about using this knife as a plant marker?”

“You could carve the name of the plant in the handle.” you muse, and Jade nods with a wide smile.

“You have a fascinating mind.” he places a hand on your head, scratching gently at your scalp, “It makes me want to explore you, too.”

You feel your face grow warm in the chilly water.

With your suggestion in mind, Jade begins collecting the various plates and silverware he can find, debating how he can use each bit of his treasures. You watch him for a while as he darts around, storing the items you used every day in his terrarium as though it was a precious treasure chest.

“Isn’t there a story about how the mermaid princess believed that a fork was a comb?” you ask as he picks up a golden fork, “I think Floyd told me that one.”

“So he does pay attention.” Jade chuckles, turning his gaze to you, “Yes, indeed. She was so excited upon seeing one at the prince’s dinner table that she snatched it right up and began vigorously brushing her hair. As you can imagine, the prince was very confused.”

“That would have hurt her scalp pretty bad.” you murmur, furrowing your brow, “But she had the right idea, I suppose.”

Jade laughs, and you feel proud that you were the cause.

“Jaaaade!” Floyd pokes his head in and beams when he sees you, “Have you gone down to the bottom floor yet? Azul says there's a lot of fun stuff down there.”

“I haven’t.” Jade says mildly, “We’ve been having a grand time up here, you see. I daresay I got a bit distracted.”

Floyd sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry, but with the unparalleled length of his tongue, it looks incredibly odd. You barely manage to stifle a laugh, and Floyd beams as though he’s just won a prize.

“C’mon, Shrimpy!” Floyd cackles, darting forward and snatching you up into his arms, “Let’s go explore!”

You’re surprised when Jade follows the two of you down to the deeper levels of the shipwreck. You expected him to continue perusing the selection of silverware, but instead he clutches his terrarium in his arms and swims after you and his brothers. Floyd’s chattering away about how you aren’t going to believe what’s on the lower deck and how it’d shock your poor shrimpy heart to death if you were alone. He giggles and wraps himself around you, covering your eyes as he leads you into an open space.

“Look, Shrimpy.” Floyd murmurs right next to your ear, peeling his hands away from your face, “Look at all those weapons.”

Floyd’s not wrong, this would be a rather creepy sight if you were alone. There are two long rows of cannons, each one covered in seaweed and coated in a strange green film. The seaweed reaches out for you in the water, almost as if they’re composed of dead souls that yearn for vengeance. Jade swims out into the room and swats away the seaweed as it clings to his tail. Floyd leads you after his brother and giggles when you shy away from the plant, hating the way it feels against your skin.

“Shying away from a little seaweed, Shrimpy?” Floyd hisses, playfully swatting at the tendrils that reach out to you, “Don’t worry about it. You’ll be fine.”

You’re relieved when you reach the end of the hallway.

Jade carefully examines a wad of mud that bulges from the opening of a nearby cannon, sediments peeking out from the sludge. Floyd busies himself with darting up and down the aisle, laughing and flipping around in the water. You let him drag him with you, and slowly get used to the texture of the rough seaweed clinging to your legs. Floyd twirls you dramatically and dips you, proclaiming loudly that dancers always do this in those silly little human movies, taking the opportunity to snap at your ear again.

He seems amused when you still don’t flinch.

“Floyd, don’t tease them.” Jade calls, a devious grin on his face, “We wouldn’t want them getting cold feet now.”

“I dunno, Jade. I think their feet are already pretty cold.” Floyd giggles, poking the bottom of your foot with the edge of his tail, “Cold as ice.”

Your toes flex at the ticklish sensations. They certainly do like finding all your weak spots, don’t they?

“We should warm them up, don’t you think?” Jade quips, tilting his head innocently.

“Maybe we shouuuuuld.” Floyd hisses, running his claws down the length of your arm.

They must see how your face twitches because they laugh and close in on you. What teases they are, whispering things to you like that. Just when it seems like they’re going to give you one of their famous squeezes, they stop.

“C’mon, Shrimpy. Let’s get you back up to the surface.” Floyd snatches up your wrist and yanks you so hard you’re certain he almost popped your arm from its socket.

Jade grabs your other hand, much more gently, and curls his fingers through the gaps in yours. You let them pull you upwards, powerful tails cutting through the water and they propel you up and out of the structure. Azul is nowhere to be found, and you must look confused at his absence because Jade squeezes your hand. You turn to him and he offers you a calm smile.

“Don’t worry, Azul is back on land. He’s had his fill of being seen for today.”

He doesn’t want you to see him in that form more than you already have.

“That’s okay.” you murmur, “He’s done more than enough already. I’m proud of him.”

“I’m certain he’ll appreciate the understanding.” Jade smiles his closed-eyed smile and nods.

The trip back is full of the same coral reefs, the same tails twining between your legs and curling around your waist, the same laughter from Floyd and quips from Jade. There’s a bittersweet feeling that wells up in your chest as you reach the shoreline again, knowing you likely won’t be back here for quite a while. Despite the rumors that the students of NRC spun about the Leech brothers, they weren’t nearly as dastardly as they usually were. You wonder if it has something to do with the joy of exploring a ship, of being in their element, of being able to talk about things they like.

“If you two want to talk about the things you like, I’d be happy to listen.” you say.

The Leech brothers share a look, one that seems as though they’re communicating without words. They turn back to you and smile, Jade’s grin is far less toothy than Floyd’s but just as happy.

“Keep talking like that and we’ll have to drag you down into the depths and keep you to ourselves.” Jade murmurs, eyes flashing, “Won’t we, Floyd?”

“Ohhh, yeah.” Floyd giggles, “Jade’s right. Who knows what’ll happen, hmm?”

Nevermind.

You laugh and shake your head, to which Jade chuckles.

Your head bursts from the water and you stumble onto the warm sand, where you see Azul sitting in front of three treasure chests. His brow is furrowed as he hunches over the coins, sorting them by year. You decide to sit beside him as the Leech brothers continue to swim. At some point, you hear Floyd slam his entire body into the water, and shriek as Jade slams into the water and pushes an even bigger wave back at him.

“Did you have fun today?” you whisper to Azul.

“I did, yes. I haven’t gotten the chance to explore a shipwreck since enrolling in NRC.” he pushes his glasses up his nose, and they make a soft clicking noise, “I found many more coins for my collection. I’m pleased.”

“I’m glad.” you say, and you don’t say anything else because there’s no need.

You do, however, find yourself splashing back into the water when Floyd calls your name a little while later.

You’re glad you came.

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[ncteez]

BIG COCK: for dummies  (s.c)

the one where you find out that your boyfriend has a huge cock and you’re not entirely sure if you can take all of it. 

prompt: just a little more + look how good you take it 

ao3 | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do. 

WORDCOUNT― 2.3k

PAIRING― seungcheol x afab reader

CONTENT― first time, established relationship, top seungcheol, mentions of pain but it is consenting.

NOTE― this was written on a whim for fun, i am very well aware that this is drastically different compared to what i usually write!! that being said, pls ignore the title, it was either that or something worse. anyway, here’s a huge package for yall. 

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― he’s a little cocky (lmao),  i guess you could say size kink but it’s more like huge cock / tiny pussy size kink (im not about that life of forcing a reader to be tiny smol baby gorl), theres some crying, praising, reader gets off like almost instantly the second he’s able to actually fuck

~

Things you knew about your boyfriend before dating: he’s very protective, super beefy, has good taste in music, his hands are big and warm, and he’s very down to earth.

Things you didn’t know about your boyfriend until after dating and he’s on top of you during a moody and rainy night make out session: his cock is huge and it’s very intimidating.

One might ask, how could you have not known? Well, that’s easy. It’s a fairly new relationship and a very shy relationship at that. It’s a bit embarrassing for you, actually, because it’s not like you don’t want to be intimate with him. You definitely do, and apparently so does he. 

It’s the first time in the three weeks you’ve been dating that you’ve gotten to be completely alone with him in an intimate setting. For one, you live with your parents, and secondly, he lives with three other dudes who like to be all up in his business. It’s not exactly easy to get alone time with him. Thankfully, your parents are out on a five-day holiday somewhere in the Bahamas and you’re here on your family couch with Seungcheol’s hands cradling your neck as you kiss him. 

It got heated very fast , presumably because the two of you haven’t really had the privacy to do more than a standing makeout session without someone listening in, or worse, walking in. It almost makes the air feel electric now, kind of like a breath of fresh air except the fresh air tastes like the fruity chewing gum he had in his mouth when he originally came over.

Here’s the thing though, and man , it’s a thing. Looking at Seungcheol you’d think he’s average at best and you’re not really the type to go around guessing dick sizes.  So, naturally, when he slots a leg between yours as he got on top of you and you fucking felt it against your leg, you were a little more shocked than anticipated. Maybe he let out a little snide chuckle at your reaction too, you wouldn’t know, you were kind of busy wondering when he was going to let you in on the secret. 

Now, here you are deep in thought of how the hell that thing is going to fit anywhere while simultaneously one hundred percent willing to make it fit because god , does he know how to make out and feel someone up. 

The more he kisses you, the more his hands roam, the more you experience intimate touches with him, the more you feel like your skin is on fire and replacing that intimidation with extreme arousal and lust. All the way until the point that the presumed makeout playlist starts over and he finally pushes a bit further with you.

“Is this okay?” He asks, now slotting himself entirely between your legs and essentially pressing his length directly against the pool that is threatening to seep through your fucking denim shorts. 

You give him a half nod, trying to pretend that he’s definitely a normal man with a normal cock. He smiles though, knowing full well that this isn’t what you were expecting. No one ever expects it from him. 

“You seem occupied,” he comments, pressing himself against you a little more and leaning down on his arms to nip at your lips. “or shocked, maybe?”

You try to kiss him to shut him up, not wanting to expose yourself for being entirely inexperienced with a size like his. 

“Hm?” He encourages you, pulling back again and looking directly into your eyes with a confident smirk. 

“Well,” you shift your eyes away and sigh out, “you’re kind of huge,”  

He takes that compliment and runs with it. It’s not like the two of you have to finally have sex or anything, but you both knew what was happening and you both definitely knew what the other wanted. At least ten minutes ago that was the situation.

 “Is it too much?” He asks, this time he’s actually a bit concerned that his own biology could ruin this for you. 

 “Probably? no, maybe?” 

Seungcheol pulls away from you, moving himself to sit back against the couch and give you your space. Considering probably and maybe isn’t a yes, he feels no need to push or pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do. There have been times where he’s hurt another person while intimate, though not intentionally, he’s not exactly willing to do that to you unless you’re like, you know, jumping his bones for it. 

 “Still, i’d like to try–” you start, looking at him as you sit up and feel your entire body tingle at the cold air that replaces his warmth. “maybe if we take it slow– like, really slow ?”

 He looks at you with shining eyes. He asked you to be his girlfriend because he genuinely likes you. He likes your voice, he likes the way you smell, likes when you talk about your favorite songs and favorite movies. He was definitely smitten from the moment he saw you trip on your own two feet down the front porch of a house party months ago. Taking it slow with you was pretty normal, and the fact that you want him too just makes him all the more willing to take his time. 

 “I’ll take care of you, ” he hums, spreading his legs a bit across the couch to give himself more space to re-adjust himself, “just tell me if I need to slow down?” 

 You nod, staring directly between his legs and rubbing your own legs together on instinct. If anyone’s gonna split you open, it might as well be your boyfriend.

 ~

 When he said he would take it slow with you, he really meant it. The fact that he curled three fingers into you for a solid twenty minutes and you still feel like your legs will buckle on you at any moment knowing that this is just for prep– the fact that he even used his tongue on you for the first time, making sure you were more slippery than you already were for another twenty minutes. The fucking fact that you were on the verge of orgasm when he pulled it out and presented it to you like a cock you could totally sit on without issue. 

 Reality washes over you far too quickly when you actually make that attempt. 

 You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel like you were being torn apart by him, but part of you loves the way his gentle hands hold you steady as you try to sink down. You can feel the wet heat between your legs coat his length inch by inch as you start to slide down.

 He stops you only for a moment when he notices you wincing. 

 “Breathe, babe, just a little more,” he encourages, getting a nod from you before guiding you down further.

 You breathe, clenching around him and doing your best to stop doing that so you can relax. You can tell he’s struggling to actually take it slow by now though, you can feel his hands shake against you as he holds himself back from obliterating you, probably. You’d think it would be quite endearing to see, if it weren’t for the fact that your eyes are blurring from the tears threatening to fall. 

 Feeling embarrassed, you wipe your eyes and focus on how he feels inside of you. The pain is still there, but as you “sit��� here, that pain somehow does replace itself with a strange sensation of pleasure little by little. You’ve always wondered what it felt like to be full, and it appears that this is exactly what it must feel like. 

 “Do you want to stop?” He asks after noticing your tears, a bit of panic in his voice despite the fact that you could have sworn hearing a moan come out alongside it, “pull up, it’s okay, you can–”

You sink down further instead, now bottoming yourself out on him and releasing a broken whine of both pain and pleasure. He grunts in unison to your whine, gripping your hips even harder than he already was and squeezing his eyes shut. 

 “Fuck,” he sighs out, lazily opening his eyes to look at the way you perch yourself on him so perfectly, “such a tight fit,” 

 You nod, mostly unable to hear a word he’s saying as you try to relax your body enough to get rid of that small hint of pain. The consistent clenching of your adjustments send your boyfriend spiraling a bit, unable to contain his sighs of pleasure as your tight and wet heat squeezes his cock.

 “Tell me when I can move,” he groans out, staring down at where you sit flush against him and wanting so badly to fuck into you. He’s wanted to do this to you since you started dating, now that it’s finally happening, and now that you’re quite literally jerking him off simply by adjusting to his size– you know, it’s not exactly easy to contain himself. 

 You take a few more seconds to breathe before your body finally relaxes and you give him a nod. 

 Instantly it’s like you’re seeing stars. He barely moves, all he does is flex his abs and press his hips up and it’s like he manages to fit another non-existent inch inside of you. 

 You groan out, falling forward against his chest and gripping his shoulders as you feel your body adjust to even that small movement. To you, this is so fucking embarrassing, but to him? Hottest thing ever. Really. 

 He can hear your whiny gasps against his neck and it’s driving him fucking wild, especially considering the fact that his cock is driven so deeply inside of you that he thinks you’d tell him to stop— but you don’t. 

 You’re so good to him, and for what it’s worth, he wants to make sure this will be the best orgasm of your life.

 Slowly, his hands fall to your ass and guide you up. You feel slight relief as a few inches leave you, and your stomach bubbles with that same sensation of both pleasure and pain when he slides you back down.

 He moans out at you, almost like he’s cooing in pity at how much you’re trying to take for him. It’s incredibly sexy to hear now that your ears have stopped ringing and you’re beginning to believe that you’d never want anything smaller than him anyway.

 This time, you lift on your own and sink back down just as fast, wincing again against his neck but releasing a moan that sounds more like pleasure than anything else. He sees this as a green light, gripping your ass and encouraging you to lift slightly again.

 “Stay like this,” he mutters with a deep breath before kissing against your forehead and thrusting his hips up himself.

 The tight heat you’re offering sends him into a frenzy, and the sounds you’re making offer little in terms of stopping because by now, you’re both loving it. 

 He thrusts into you with ease now, the sounds of your glistening thighs slapping against his own each time he presses up are enough to make him go faster, harder.

 “Look,” he tries to let out, waiting for you to pull yourself up from his chest and look at him.

 You do with ease, that broken face from before now replaced with lustful and blown-out pupils. 

 “look how good you take it,” he praises with a groan, almost punctuating each word with a thrust, “knew you’d love it.” 

 Your broken smile that falls into a slack-mouthed string of none sense only continues to push him.  All the way until you can’t think straight at all, and you’re feeling your body tense up with such pressure that you can’t even warn him before your walls are clenching around him so tightly that it hurts even him. 

 You grasp onto him for dear life as your orgasm washes over you, drenching his entire length as you hold your breath. Never have you come while feeling so fucking full, and never will you come again without this feeling of being impossibly stretched open.

 “There you go,” he hums, watching you breathlessly fall apart on top of him before picking up his rhythm again and chasing his own high.

 By this point, you’re so well-adjusted that even the searing pain of his restless thrusts feels good. Your brain is foggy but you can’t help but just fucking watch him.

 This is your boyfriend and this is what it looks like when you’re making him feel good. 

 “Are you close?” you start to bounce on him, meeting his rhythm and allowing him to rest his own hips. 

 He nods as he looks at you, awestruck with how you’re already able to ride him as if you weren’t whining just moments before. Seeing you take him in full like this is enough to have him releasing. 

 “Just a bit more, babe,” he closes his eyes and runs his hands up your waist, “keep riding me, fuck.” 

And that, you do. Feeling proud of yourself for being able to actually take this literal monster, you focus on the twitch inside of you as he releases with a deep and breathy moan.

It’s entirely too sexy to ignore, and you continue to bounce even as he tries to hold you in place to subdue the sensitivity of his cock being fucking strangled by how tight you are. 

Once his body stops jerking and you feel the last twitching release inside of you, you fall forward and both of you groan from the sensitivity. 

“There are pros and cons to having a big dick,” he admits with a sigh. 

Even when you laugh, there’s another wince from both of you followed by another groan.

“Pros: big dick,” he whispers, holding you still against him so you don’t move again before he can soften up and pull out. “cons: big dick.” 

You still laugh, and it still hurts. 

You’d do it again though, definitely. 

#seungcheol smut #scoups smut #seventeen smut #svt smut

[joannasteez]

nsfw alphabet | romans reigns

pairing: roman reigns x black reader

warning/authors note: self explanatory. explicit content below! minors please do not interact. i been wanting to do one of these for a little minute so here it us.

(A) AFTERCARE

the throb in your spine is sweet. but it is torture. it aches. takes the course of your muscles, leaving you limp and short breathed. dragging moans pass into whimpers, the split of your ears and that wayward blur of vision taking you fast. he was good, too much even, making a mess of you to please his own needs. an insatiable desire to see you broken and undone. he loved you, a natural dedication to you like the sun to it's sky, but he loved to wreck you just as easily. pull you to pieces just to build you whole again. 

so he holds you close, like a soft mold against the wide build of him. a tender grip of hands and light kisses to your pulse that will away those harsh thumps of blood. he kneads and caresses. slots the wet of his tongue till its between your lips, taking you in for a tender kiss. whispers delicate into your skin, sweet nothings, that sound like everything. "so beautiful". fingers warms. soothing. "feeling so good on me". his mouth lazy and loving. "you were made for me". 

and you preen, nudge your nose to his and wrap your legs tighter. maybe in the hope to stick to him. 

(B) BODY PART

theres always a favorite, but whats more important is the occasion. for his more amorous needs, when his skin grows skittish and hot. fingers flexing with need, twitching at nothing in the hopes to touch you soon, he will absolutely bring his mouth to your breast. squeeze and pinch and groan till he's had his fill. flick and roll his tongue at the hard of your nipples, messy drips of his spit slipping down past his mouth. and he groans. takes his time and feels you tremble in his lap, breath hitching as you grind at him for some form of friction. 

but when he isn't that needy, struck by lust. his favorite part of your body is your neck. it's where his lips go, if not at your lips, they trail the skin there at your neck. at home, at gatherings. quick pecks and lingerings kisses. it's intimate and possessive. 

(C) CUM

roman had resolved himself early on to the idea that, if he was gonna come undone anywhere, that it'd always be inside you. the tight mess of your heat too incredible to ignore or forsake. he'd groan, something strangled and rugged, hips rutting wild and ill controlled, and when he was ready, he'd pull from the softness of you slow and watch his spend drip lazy.

but you'd changed his mind. or rather, you'd given him a different perspective. in some summer country villa in the dead of the night, surrounded by melted candles and the lulling scent of lavender. you'd been particularly fired up and demanding. "kneel", you'd told him, and without much fight he'd dipped his tongue through your slit. committing the taste of your clit to memory. every moan you made hardening him till his dick ached from the faintest touch. but he worked you good, pleased you, and when he was through, you took him, hot and stiff in your hand and ran him through the soaked mess of your pussy. and there he stayed. rutting and groaning, till his speed and control broke to nothing and he came there. just at your clit. chest rising and falling deep. 

your fingers rubbed and teased his cum at your slit, arching and spreading as he watched. he felt the possession in it, a silent claim that you were his. 

(D) DIRTY SECRET

you're a charming woman. you make people smile. so when the guys on the roster meet you, it's no question that their hand shakes come with a brighter smile, something more genuine than before. and their eyes linger a little longer when they think roman isn't looking. "i like your shoes", but its really your legs. "i like your dress", but it's really your figure. "you look nice today", but they'd rather say beautiful, their eyes flitting to your lips. 

but he hates that part of him would like to watch. he would like to see you with someone else, only to have you after, and have them realize that the difference is jarring. they'd pale in comparison, because you were made for him, or rather that's what he'd like to believe. it's all voyeurism for prides sake, a simple means for his ego to swell. so he keeps that tucked away from you, in the deepest parts of him. where the control of it is strong and true.

(E) EXPERIENCE 

its not about how experienced he is but more of what the experience is like being with him. his in ring persona is manipulative and domineering and a lot of an asshole. he takes pieces of all those things and sprinkles them throughout the loving ways he takes care of you. teases and controls the pace, between kisses. whispers of sweet nothings in between taunts that leave you desperate for more of him. when he grunts, and urges you to "take it". when his hips grind and an awfully harsh beat moves his heart at the dazed sight of you. "my good girl", he'll say in praise. and "i love you", when your eyes take his own in a deep stare. 

but sometimes the tribal chief bleeds into his eyes, suffers the softer parts of him to quiet and he becomes merciless, even in his mercy. tosses and pulls at your body to have you exactly where he wants you and when you spasm hard and soak his skin and sheets a sodden mess he scoffs. feigning disgust as you spurt wet and unrestrained. narrowing his eyes at the shivers your body takes, your voice small and sobbing. begging. “im sorry”, you cry, thighs wet from the seemingly endless onslaught of him. feeling him press into the arch of you back. his knee bending for a better angle. a more brutal pace. he sneers in a taunting manner, reveling in the weight of his power. “no, no youre not. you love coming for me”, his breath heavy. “so fucking needy”.

it's an intense experience.

(F) FAVORITE POSITION

missionary, missionary, missionary. with your legs bent to your chest, spread and aching. well yes, of course. BUT. those lazy days, afternoons, nights, whenever they are, moments on the couch still. when the lights are low and the breeze is a little more than just chilly. you find your self hot, skin damp, nothing more than moans and a mess of whimpers, hips taking a slow ride atop him. the pace lax, his lips sticky from the filthy roll of your tongue. "take your time sweetheart", his palms spread and caressing at your hips. working through the ache. "get what you need", soft and sure. "fuck me till you come" as his hips push upward, a tender nudge into the clutch of your slick heat. hot and hard and patient for you. 

(G) GOOFY

playful during? not so much. maybe when you both have had a drink or two. not drunk but buzzed, and you're not so steady. not as poised and put together. a little clumsy and falling over him. he's kissing your skin, leading with tongue and ending with painless nips of his teeth. you giggle and squirm, and he tries to get you to still. to concentrate, but you giggle more. more and more and it makes this big burly man atop you snort. a cute silly little moment before you're kissing him and asking him to take you slowly. 

(H) HAIR

yes yes yes, he trims. not enough to be bare but its clean. it looks kept, but who gives a fuck about that when he's got a head of hair like he does. its this raven black color almost. inky and long. sticking to his skin, falling over his eyes and at the soft line of his lips. it whips up when his head nudges hard, slick at his back threatening to fall over once more as he pushes his tongue to taste the inner warmth of your thighs. your fingers pulling through it to urge him. his hair is always soft. like fine silk running through your palm. and when you rough at the root, pleading, enough to give him a firm guide to where you need him most, he grunts and waits for another tough short pull because he's such a damn tease. and sometimes when need overtakes the natural authority of him, his hair will get messy, splay out and over till its everywhere, fluffy and kind of damp, as he kisses you with sticky wet lips. sloppy and full of breath. his tongue drunk and his eyes threatening to roll. he clings to you like his own strands of hair. utterly addicted.

(I) INTIMACY

the feeling was an odd one, something new and less known to him. this breaking in his bones, in the wide stretch of muscle, where strength holds fast and his resolve proves unbendable. its a tension in him that splits even till it grows raw to the touch. every one of your kisses making him shiver till groans push hard from his chest without restraint. his spine throbs and in the deep parts of his ears resound this heavy pulsing. his nape shivers at your touches there, delicate and tender. your skin soft and sweet to the tough build of him. you hum and purr, a moan and a kiss, his hips slow to move but persistent for the tight vice of you. he breathes heavy, warm. cursing the ache in his gut for the way it coils and burns unashamed. his eyes watered with yours, welling till a tear slips free. "tell me again", roman pleads. his fingers nailing into the sheets, the brown of his eyes earthy and sincere. "tell me please". and the seam of your lips play along his, sharing his breaths, the pound of his heart rolling into your chest. your arms about him, clinging desperate to savor. his forehead rests against yours and you whisper amongst the silence. "i love you". 

(J) JACK OFF

its a mixture of preference and occasion. alone and needy, he’ll conjure up the filthiest fantasy. your body, your skin, the wet take of your lips and the tender claw in of your nails to him. lines drawn from broad shoulders to the slim curve in of his waist. begging with tears, with short faint breath. please please please, you’d beg. his wrist stiff and his palm tight as he strokes hard, trying to replicate the shape of you. somehow soft and unrelenting all the same, powerful enough to bring him to his knees. and when the dream is vivid enough, the blur of his imagination coming into something defined, he can almost feel you. and just there, amongst the rain of a shower, he’ll come. groans broken and stuttered in their escape.

but it isn’t always like this, left by himself to work through the tension mounting in his bones. sometimes the air is more sultry, more sensual than the emptiness of white bathroom tiled walls and warm prickling water. sometimes he’ll melt into your touch, into the leather of the sofa. he’ll whimper and curse, breathy and fighting for patience, finding himself undone and ill suited to do anything but beg for you to be near him. and you’ll kiss the skin behind his ear, trail lazy and seductive till you take his neck as a place to taste. to lick and suck, teeth nipping to tease. and your hand goes strict, this steady wringing of your wrist that coax’s his hips to lift, chasing the feeling. he huffs, struggles to fight the unraveling that awaits him, breath hot and delicate as he nudges into your neck. lips attempting to kiss, to gain some form of control, but he grasps at nothing, left dazed in his own desperation. he mumbles, incoherent.

“fuck i-“

“please”

“oh-ah…shit”

every muscle in him tenses, a stillness where his breath hitches, before his nerves rattle wild. he drags through a groan, chest pulling in and pushing out, breath after breath as he comes.

(K) KINK

say it with me. overstimulation. roman, within the boundaries that have been set, is menacing. he schemes, he plots. he thinks methodically, and he acts out his ideas in ways that you have only ever briefly dreamed of because trust is a scary thing to give. he'd of course only step as far as you'd let him, but roman was a big man, and so the distances he could cover were more than enough to meet your every desire. and he took to ropes easily, their weight, the strength of a knot as it wrapped about your skin, tight but not too much. the supple inner flesh of your thighs bare and bound, your pussy dripping with anticipation as darkness loomed. the tie around your eyes silky and assuring. you could feel him staring, a grand statuesque form roaming about the room as you laid spread and shallow breathed. 

the bed dipped and you fought against the pounding in your chest, begging for it to still with shudders. the seconds drawn slow into minutes. 

his mouth this gentle skim above yours, tongue slipping to run faint. "breathe babygirl". 

you chase the phantom of his lips for something. a kiss, his tongue, anything. he chuckles dark, a rumbling from his chest that leaves you eager. 

"you trust me?", he asks. fingers running in a clever maneuver toward where you ache for him. his thumb a sweet delicate caress at the pulse of your clit. 

you body melts into the bed, back arching as your hips buck for friction. "ahh", the length of his middle and ring finger burying deep till they cover wet to the knuckle. "oh fuck me, i need-"

"not yet", he cuts. his fingers resting idle in you. letting you throb and pulse. letting you feel and rest in the depth of his touch. 

(L) LOCATION

let's set the scene shall we?...steam, a thick cloud. water raining with a prickling heat. the cascade of it stressing a warmth into your skin, but nothing that beats the heat of him. the tower of his body, taut and statuesque. he's all muscle and power, the pull and push of his hips is vicious and beautiful. languid and tormenting. his mouth drapes your neck, trails lazy till his nose nudges into wet hair. curses and groans deep, melodic. he ruts singleminded, the heart of his pleasure stored in the devious clench of your pussy. his breaths draw in, they release, they shudder, waver with weakness, drag and go broken, all done by the tight slick dripping between your legs. flowing till it trickles along the shower floor. 

and he likes the echo here. the bounce of your moans from tile to tile, till it finds itself slipping clever into his ear. the shower differs from the bed, calls for something possessive and raw. the space doesn't open the way it would in his bed. here he stills your body, holds your hips and wills into your flesh the need to trust him. to trust the hold he has on your body.

your hand trembles, dainty and desperate. pulls his fingers till his palm rest just at the soft of your mound. you groan, weak and dazed. eyes threatening to roll. 

"how's that sweetheart? you like me there? you like me stretchin' that pussy?" 

a tear wells. your voice small. "yes".

(M) MOTIVATON

let's revisit his dirty secret, that slight voyeuristic streak in him that wonders about you with other people. and though he, in the deeper, more quiet parts of him, likes to fantasize about it, what gets his blood going more than knowing they wouldn't hold a candle to him, is the subtle and not so subtle ways you reject these advances. you feel the stares and the lingering touches, the charming smiles and the eagerness for small talk. and you indulge to a degree; coy grins, little intimate laughs where your hand takes to a strong arm that isn't roman's and that slight head tilt to the side as a whisper flows to your ear like some little hushed secret. 

and these little events are all the same. wrestlers in a room, drinking and eating, chatting about everything and anything. 

it's a little easy to slip into a few drinks, to get comfortable. sometimes overly comfortable. and while it doesn't always happen, there are moments where the air pushes beyond flirty into something more solid and the veil is lifted. you pull back, feeling roman's eyes turn cold, because the game is only fun for you when he's playing too. 

"whats one more drink?", someone from the roster will ask. completely taken by your charm. a hand attempting to reach for the lower dip-in of your back to guide you to the bar. "one too many", a soft smile. quick and naturally small about your movements as you slip away from them  and back over to roman before anything else can transpire. 

"having fun?", he'll ask. 

"not anymore", a gentle pout. standing under the burden of his eyes. the grip of his hand at your waist a little more firm than usual. trying against his will to calm. 

he hates to love this little game. 

"we gotta fix that". 

but the fix is a blunt stroke of his hips. hot fingers and an even hotter release. it's this odd chain reaction of waiting and watching, till the possession in him unfurls broad and stifling. his palms twitch and his nose flares. you could have anyone and anything you wanted, this he knew for sure, but you were here with him. choking on the heaviness of a moan as he fucked rough into you against the sink of a bathroom. 

"he'd never have you, none of them would. not like this, so desperate and ready to come".

pride blooming in his chest, the soft warm pull of your heat greedy and unsatisfied as you drip against him. 

(N) NO

roman won't do anything non-consensual based, and nothing that could directly compromise his hygiene or yours. he's all about trust and a shared experience, and if anything goes against that, he won't even consider it. 

(O) ORAL

curtains sweep, flowing delicate. a soft glow taking to your skin as they sway, working to tame the harsh rush in of the morning sun. and the view from where he stands is picturesque. the drape of you against the sheets reminiscent of beloved paintings of old, far too fine and intricate to be handled. but here, he gets to touch you, form the heat of his hands to tender skin. and of course roman aims to be gentle. aims to caress light, to enjoy the feel of you without such harsh rushes of desperation. and he does it well, molds his lips to you unhurried, patient, there at your neck, the smooth plain of your shoulders, till they grow deep and lingering, teasing where your collarbone lives. 

you shift awake, moaning with a drunken sort of awareness. tethered some still to sleep. your fingers roaming the wide stretch of his back. taut muscle and warm skin.

roman finds himself nestling in at where heat runs just at your inner thighs. so close to where you begin to yearn for him.

the steadiness of his patience feeling to you more and more like teasing. 

his tongue licks warm and simple. riles up the rest of your nerves that dare still to sleep. and his lips move, in tandem with deft fingers. panties pulling over and away to make room for the heavy heat of his breath. 

he’s just there, looming over the throb of your clit. eyes lazy and growing fascinated at the way you clench and release about nothing but the anticipation of his touch. 

the tip of his nose leads the seam of his lips as they ghost and when he speaks, your hips chase that faint soft bed of his mouth. hungry for him. 

“i had a dream about you”, he muses. suckling the skin where your inner thigh bends. 

your voice breaks off the remnants of sleep. tone coarse but still to him so damn sweet. “yeah? about what?”

“doesn’t matter”, he hums. a wet gentle strike of his tongue at the tip of your clit. testing the reflex of your hips, a satisfied grin as he watches your hips roll and arousal pool. “you being there was enough” 

you chuckle. hissing as his thumbs spread your wider, angling to push in and trap your clit. the nub pulses, forces an arch to form just at your back. 

“you love to sweet talk”. words breathy. 

“you love to hear it”.’

“roman…”, you urge. pleading his name. 

he hums. “you ever known me not to take care of u?”

“no”. 

“then relax for me”. command gentle and restraining. 

his thumbs move, circling firm. but you need more. 

he's touched you, but barely, not in the way's you've at many times known him to, when the air is heavy, your body's clinging and rutting one against the other, senseless and wild. in those times, the urgency takes him and possesses him with a more vicious sort of passion. storming with impatience. but his time here though, as he skims your skin and takes delight in the heavy bursts of breath from your chest, whiny and incapable of waiting, is endless. 

and his restraint has much reason, if nothing more than to see you weak and undone. his kisses sweet at the light quiver taking your thighs, and the soft slipping lick he takes at the fat of clit. a steady downward stroke, moving to reach at the wet clench of your entrance, till he curls lazy, drooling with thirst, adding to the mess of you. 

oh his restraint has much reason, mouth working till it covers over the whole of your lower lips, roman's hands like nails as they push to suffer your thighs under their weight. anything to spread you further, to get himself deeper into the taste of you. tongue prodding till it dips through to where you drip and throb, muscles clenching, begging for a stretch and to feel the fullness it knows he can give it.

he slurps obnoxious, your taste steeping in till it soaks his mouth. forces something raw out of his chest, a lax groan that rattles your bones. 

and he holds there, suckling till he feels you grow weak into the bed. whimpers that break off fragile. 

his touch, where ever it finds itself, is all passion. every flick and caress, every roll and kiss and tensing bite, every moan and every second he takes to please you is this raw form of devotion. a wordless sort of reverence that is singleminded in its plot to draw from you the finest pleasure. 

(P) PACE

he's an all around type of guy, and the pace varies upon his mood, but you can always tell what you'll get before he even touches you. when those coffee brown eyes twinkle in their mischief, and his touch pours hot into your skin, you know he'll tease you till your nerves stress and your voice breaks with begging. the dip and roll of his hips shallow and unfulfilling. almost like he can't stand to see you happy and satisfied, and you hate to love him then. his taunting words and the amusement in his eyes, high off control.

but sometimes he reads more vicious. his touch is the harsh piercing of a nail and his hips knock into you rough as they see to your undoing. he spreads you wide and grows relentless, ego fed by the writhing of your body and the limp form your moans take. his pace is brutal then, stills your hips to dig into you till he's buried to the hilt. 

and other times a softness overtakes him, washes him whole and drives him to the utmost gentleness. his ministrations grow tenderly deft, hips steady and patient. he takes the time to feel you, every short twitch and the lingering way you cling and pull at him, coaxes him deeper till you've taken every part of him. 

(Q) QUICKIE

if he doesn't have to have a quickie he won't, but life doesn't work that way and sometimes, when the pull in his gut is far too harsh to ignore, he'll pull you aside and make quick work of sharing that neediness, till you're attacking him quick and breathy, kissing his lips wet and hasty. his hips rutting, sweat breaking at his skin, his forehead nestled into your neck as he chases that heavy pulling in his gut and the burn in his flesh that comes with release. 

(R) RISK

he's not as much of a risk taker as he'd maybe like to be. he's very much all about his image and staying negative press free. and you of course respect his wishes, but there are times where he will indulge your riskiness, at private events mainly, where cameras are more than likely non-existent. 

(S) STAMINA 

his restraint will more than likely dictate this in a way. if he's hard pressed to release the tension in his bones, he makes quick good work of taking care of you before he does so for himself, and sometimes that can look a little quicker than usual but other times, more often than not, the pleasure can feel endless, with these short bouts of reprieve, right before he's back to doling out pleasure. 

(T) TOYS

the voyeur in him can't hate your use of toys and you are more than proficient at pleasing yourself. can you bring yourself to a hair pulling release, completely breathless and ears split as you feel the undoing of your nerves, maybe not as intensely, but thats where he comes in. he's all about the collaboration, anything to see you twitch and quiver uncontrolled, to have you begging and pleading his name. 

(U) UNFAIR 

he's the BIGGEST TEASE, and definitely has more moments of unfairness than you do. he mocks you, denies you sometimes even, and when he's in a less generous mood, all in the name of seeing you squirm, he'll even downright ignore your advances. 

(V) VOLUME 

the volume is something that is shared more equally than not, neither of you more louder than the other. the both of you falling into your moments where words and noises are unabashed in how loud they can be. but it's never insanely loud. theres been a time or two though, at a hotel maybe, where a knock comes about a complaint. 

(W) WILDCARD  "do you trust me?" you'd asked him. 

"yes", without hesitation. 

and the rope wrapped tight about his skin was beautiful, something quite more artistic than you'd expected. his muscles bulging against the taut knots and tawny twine. his hair hanging long and damp, stray pieces sticking to him as his skin grew red with desire. his thighs spread and restrained, dick aching and standing stiff. in need of much attention. but you were not in the service of pleasing him. no you were very much enjoying the tremble in his body, the desperate way he chased your lips, and the lazy pass of his eyes as they took to the tight lace painting your skin. 

you lean in, bowing forward, your nails resting at his thighs, lips running to ghost the seam of his. tongue escaping to lick a less than faint strip. and he rumbles, cock twitching, his chest rising the more you tease his mouth. 

"you're so good. so obedient". 

your hand itches to touch him, fingers delicate and controlled as you take his warm length to caress light. and he accepts what friction he can get, his head lulling back, hair swaying, a groan flowing as your touch becomes slightly more firm. his hips rut forward, and then your touch disappears. a frown taking your lips in confusion. you'd thought you'd made yourself rather clear.

"if you can't control your urges, then maybe you don't deserve to come". 

" 'm sorry", the loom of your figure leaving him, and it nearly leaves him ill. "fuck, i'm sorry". 

you hum, thumb reaching to sooth at his cheek. the only touch you can afford to give him as you watch him suffer. 

(X) X-RAY

you could say so many things, but to put it short and sweet, he's above average, but not incredibly big. he's thick, veiny, and a bit curved. just enough to slightly knock the wind out of you. to have you feeling full. 

(Z) ZZZ

he'll fall fast asleep rather quickly. after he's sought to your needs, he'll pull your body in close to share the heat of him, shape the silhouette of you with his warmth and allow sleep to take him. and other times, when you're last to sleep, roaming around till your restlessness is no more, you'll wrap an arm around his waist, attempting at a big spoon, but it's no use of course. and he'll remedy that by turning over in his daze, a soothing drag of a hum sounding from him as he's pulling you to his chest. effectively turning him into a body pillow.

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[messylustt]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write something kinky with Ethan Landry where reader is maybe a young professor in Blackmore University? Sorry if it is too much and have a wonderful day! 🩷

babe I love this idea. this was a little too fun to write

pretty professor — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : ethan has a crush on his pretty professor.

contents : female oral. kissing. student x professor. allude to male oral. wc 2.9k

pt one pt two

Walking into the lecture hall you adjusted your skirt, your notes in hand. This was a hard job to attain, and here you were, a young professor at Blackmore University. New York has always been a place you wanted to work, the bustling city was something you appreciated and thrived in.

Though one of your downfalls and weak point for criticism was your age. A young professor wasn’t unheard of, but at Blackmore there was minimal to none. So, you did notice the judgmental looks from other professors, the passing comments on how you dressed far too scandalous for a school.

You dressed modestly, simple skirts and blouses, but the older generation only saw your bare legs and thought ‘hey, theres one of those thirsty girls’. You try your best to ignore it, knowing you earned this position. Rumours were rumours. And you’d think that adults were far too mature for bullshit like that, but you guess any age is open for bitchy gossip.

You reach the desk, the large projector displaying your subject behind you, as students began to fill the seats.

Ethan walks in with Chad, hearing him explain something he’d missed at the party the other night. But when he reached the entry to the lecture hall his hearing was lost and his eyes were focused. Ethan watches as you organised yourself, leaning over your desk to reach a pencil or something. Ethan couldn’t see what because his focus was somewhere a little less…innocent.

His first class with you had gone horribly for him because his hearing always seemed to stop working when he was in your presence and all his senses filtered solely to his gaze. You were gorgeous. And Ethan couldn’t look away.

It was wrong in the sense that you were his professor, but it wasn’t like he was ogling Mrs. Bertie, the old lady with a forming monobrow. You were young. But you were still his professor.

He knew many of the other students felt things regarding you, with the way they smirked and eyed your chest, wishing they could use your desk to their advantage. Ethan would always scowl when he caught this, mainly because his thoughts weren’t far different. But he doesn’t watch you like your some meat he wants to try, he watches you like a woman, a mature, beautiful woman, that happens to make his pants feel tighter than usual.

Ethan was shy, and everyone knew it. He’d never had experience with a girlfriend, but now whenever Chad would point to a girl he would always compare her to you. And every time they would fail his silent assessment, because they didn’t have your legs, your eyes, or your smile. They weren’t you. But Ethan couldn’t have you, not that he would have the balls to make a move.

You’d deny him. You’d have to. He was your student and that’s all he was to you. He hated that, because he wanted more.

You gained the attention of your students, beginning the lesson with a smile. God, you were so sweet.

“Bro, you should totally tap that.” Whispered one of the frat boys to his generic friend. Ethan’s jaw clenched as he watched the two boys eye you, trying to lean back to see if they could look under your skirt. Ethan felt the urge to kick them, since he was in perfect reach, seated behind them. But he knew the trouble that would be brought to him if he fucked with a house member.

Ethan readjusted himself as he shifted his gaze back to you. A slight hint of his anger dissipating.

You were always eager to answer questions from students who needed help, always supportive and understanding. Everyone practically loved you. Ethan’s hearing drowned out as he watched you move and point to your examples, your careful fingers running along the long stick you used to point to said examples.

Ethan’s breathing turned slightly heavy as the class went on. God, he loved the way you styled your hair.

A while later he noticed people packing up, the lesson finished already. He held back a groan at how fast the time flew. Too fast, because his lesson after lunch was with fucking Mr. Steven, the devil himself.

“Bro.” Chad nudged Ethan, before gesturing to the front. Ethan turned his head to see that you were staring at him, a slight tilt to your head.

“Ethan, could you see me for a moment.” You kept your voice light, not trying to draw too much attention.

He stared at you, computing your words. You were smiling at him, and you were asking to see him. In a professional sense, but still. Ethan gulped. “Y-yeah.” Fuck, he thinks. Why did he have to stutter? He stands and Chad holds back a chuckle at Ethan and his little crush.

“Have fun, man.” Chad whispered before he followed the throng of students out.

Ethan followed you back to the desk, gulping down all his nerves. You turned to him, leaning slightly against the wood.

“Ethan, I didn’t want to say this in front of the class, but your failing.” You say, looking thoughtful.

“I am?” Of course he was. All he could focus on was you and the way he wanted to touch your skin. “Sorry.”

“That’s alright,” you begin, turning to the exit. “I have your papers in my office, if you could give me some of your time we could go over the troubles your having?”

Ethan tries not to nod too eagerly as he follows you to your office.

Opening the door, you immediately head to your file cabinet, rummaging through names.

Ethan gazes around. He’d been to your office once before, he remembered your large desk the most. And the way you would look so lovely pressed to the wood as you begged for his—”

“It must be in the storage cupboard.” You sigh, breaking Ethan’s train of thought. He turns red, trying to clear the erotic images of you wide and open for him. Your pretty big eyes looking at him with lust, and want.

You head to the side door, swiftly walking in to search for Ethan’s notes and assignments. Ethan watches as the door swings open further. And he hated to see it as an invitation you unintentionally offered. He stands anyway, walking to the doorframe.

“I’m sorry Ethan, I should have been more prepared.” You say as you bent down to reach a box.

“That’s alright, professor.” His breath hitches as your skirt rides up dangerously high.

You stand straight, resting your hands on your hips. “Why don’t you head to lunch. We can catch up next time.” You smile, having had no luck in finding his work.

Ethan steps inside. “I already ate earlier. Plus I’d rather get this done now.” He tries to sound indifferent as he reaches your side. You smelt so sweet. “Let me help you find it.”

“If your sure, then maybe check that box in the corner.”

Ethan obeys, walking past you and to said box. He ignores the way your arm brushes past him, your chest extremely close.

He crouches down, rummaging through the different names.

After having no luck he turns, still crouched, only to freeze.

Your trying to reach something on the high shelf, your body stretched along with your clothes. Ethan can see straight up your skirt.

His skin burns as he spots your lacy panties. Quickly standing, he coughs, as you lower and turn.

“Any luck?”

Ethan shakes his head, not trusting his words. You run your hand through your hair in annoyance. But all Ethan can focus on his how your lips pout in your state. He gulps.

Your facing him, back nearly pressed to the shelves. He could imagine you whining as he sucked your neck against them, his hands caging you in.

Ethan then catches your expression and realises he’d stepped closer.

You stare at Ethan, watching as he gulps, his chest heaving fast. Your brows furrow as you step closer. “Are you feeling alright?” You reach your hand up to press against his forehead. He felt warm. “Maybe you should go to the nurses office?” You shift your hand to his temple and then to his cheek. He felt extremely hot.

Ethan is frozen. Your a breath away and your touching him. His pulse beats in his ears as watches worry swirl in your eyes. You thought he was sick. His heart lurched at your concern for him. God, he wanted to kiss you. What if he just…

He steps a fraction closer, your hand falling away. He watches as you tilt your head in slight confusion. But before you can voice any thoughts Ethan’s breath is on your lips. You stop, opening your mouth and Ethan gives in, smashing his lips to yours.

At the force you stubble back into the shelves as a Ethan follows. He places his hand at your back before you hit the metal.

He tries not to moan into your mouth, feeling almost dizzy. He laps at your tongue like a desperate puppy, already feeling high off your taste. He presses himself fully against you.

You can feel how hard he is against your hip and your gasping. “Ethan!”

Ethan breathes against your lips. “You want to know why I keep failing?” He asks. “Because every one of your lessons all I can focus on is your gorgeous body. I can’t hear a thing because I’m imagining what you taste like on my tongue.”

Your utterly shocked. You had always seen Ethan as a shy student. And now hearing the dirty words spill from his lips has you pressing your thighs together. “Ethan…”

He lets a groan slip as his name tumbles from you lips. “Oh, god.” His grip has grown possessive on your hip as he eats at your lips. He can’t pull away, not now that your finally in his arms. You hate the fact that your letting him. Christ, your still at school. What if a fellow professor just walked in?

“Ethan we can’t.” You try. “The other professors already think I’m some whore.”

Ethan’s eyes flare. They what? “Some whore? Do they think you fuck all your students?”

You gape at him. He licks at your top lip, already growing addicted to the feel of your mouth.

“You haven’t let any one of them bend you over your desk, have you?”

He kisses you again, pressing you further into the shelf. “You wouldn’t let another student fuck you.” He explores your mouth, becoming very acquainted with your tongue. Your pressing your thighs together as you try to ignore the wetness pooling between. You were student and professor. Ethan and you both knew that.

“What if someone sees?” You mutter.

Ethan’s eyes shine with eagerness. “Does that mean you’d let me touch you if we weren’t here?” He feels ecstatic. “You’d want me to feel you?” He loves the thought of you wanting him back. “I would touch you everywhere if you’d let me.” He rasps out.

Ethan then pulls down the collar of your blouse as he places a sloppy kiss just by your breast. “Your not some whore, your a beautiful woman who makes boys like me fall to their knees.”

You gasp, as he kisses up your neck to hover over your lips again. “But you don’t need those other boys on their knees. You only need me.” He licks a stripe across your bottom lip. “I can make you feel so, so good, professor.”

Your light-headed. Shock isn’t a big enough word. You’d seen the lustful gazes form some of your students. But Ethan you’d never caught eyeing you. Ethan of all of them, you hadn’t imagined would be doing this.

“Your just so pretty.” He breathes, sucking your bottom lip as he shifts against you. He slightly shudders as his dick glides across your hip. His breathing picks up as he tries to hold back from grinding into you pathetically.

“Ethan, that’s…sweet, but you know this is forbidden.” You say, making Ethan catch your gaze.

“Sweet? You found that sweet?” Ethan probes.

He doesn’t know where this confidence has come from but maybe it’s the fact that he has you nearly trembling in his hold. That sense of power has him almost panting.

“Well, then there’s no harm in letting me touch you. If you think me kissing you is sweet. Then your only making your student happy.” He runs his lips across your jaw. “You want your students to be happy, right?”

Your shuddering, your breathing getting caught in your throat. “Shit, Ethan.”

Ethan grins against your skin, as he slightly moves his hips to rub against you. Pleasure shoots straight to your pussy as you choke a moan.

“I-I’m your professor.” You weakly try.

“And I’m your student.” Ethan responds as he trails his hand down your stomach, and along your skirt. “One who would love to just take a bite out of you.”

His hand slips under your skirt making you jolt. He reaches your panties, and quickly bypasses them to touch your soaking cunt. “Oh.” Ethan hisses out, as he spreads your wetness along your clit.

Your choking on air as you clutch his shoulders. “Isn’t it so sweet that your letting your student play with your pussy?” He hums in approval. “You may have been unprepared with my papers, but your certainly prepared for my fingers.” Then he inserts one, as you hold back a whine.

“You do so much for us, it’s about time I return the favour, don’t you think?” He pushes two fingers inside you and begins to pump in and out, as his thumb rubs your clit. “Your always so understanding, teaching frat boys who eye you like meat.” He then grabs your jaw, as he continues to finger you. “You know I don’t look at you like that, right?”

“I—” pleasure is wrecking through you.

“I’d never look at you like that. Your too pretty to be seen as anything less than a woman. Your too pretty to be neglecting help from a willing student.” He then fastens his pace as you moan. “Let me help ease some tension.”

Christ you’ve never been more turned on in your life. Your falling apart at the hands of your student, one who you now realise as to why he’d always been so attentive in class.

“Ethan, fuck— you—”

“Is that an offer?” Ethan thrusts his fingers harder into you as you whimper and moan. Your high is coming and your grabbing at it through Ethan’s shirt. Your grip turning deathly. But he slips his finger out, dropping to his knees.

He pulls you into his mouth, your leg over his shoulder as you use the shelf for better balance. He eats you like he’s never been more hungry, lapping at your folds, as he whimpers into your pussy.

“Oh, god.” You moan as you bite your hand to quieten yourself. Your nearly rolling your hips onto his face as his hands tighten around your thighs.

Fuck you tasted better than he imagined. All his fantasies could never compare to you being wide and open for him, your pleasure his cause. His blunt nails are nearly digging into your flesh by how turned in he is.

Your hand shoots down to his hair, making him shudder open mouthed on your pussy. Your gripping his curls as he brings you to your high. Your biting your hand as pleasure fills you in waves. Shit.

Your breathing hard when Ethan stands, his hand still on one of your thighs. He’s licking his lips as if he just tasted the best desert.

You place your hand in his chest, trying to regain control. You can tell Ethan is eager to do more. But your nerves are shot.

“Ethan, I could get fired if someone found out.” You gulp as you try to straighten your skirt. As if that will make everything go back to normal.

“Professor, if you wanted to stop then why did you let me eat you out?”

“Ethan! I never knew you were so blunt.”

Ethan chuckles, wiping his lip to get some access of your orgasm off and licks his finger clean. Your trying not to shake. “I’m just being honest.”

“If any one of those professors find out I just let…” you couldn’t finish the sentence.

“If any of those professors find out, they won’t ever be back at school to tell.”

Your brows slightly furrow as his tone dropped, lust still evident in his eyes.

“Just let me feel you.” Ethan begins, grabbing at the bottom of your blouse. “Let me feel all…of you.”

You gulp, images filling your head. You shake your head to clear them. Before swiftly walking back into your office. Ethan is hot in your heels, but before he could grab you, you lock the door.

Ethan freezes as you turn back to him. “I feel bad,” you look down. “Leaving you, after you…”

Ethan can fill in the blanks as he follows your gaze to his hard on. He almost fell over. You’d actually…

“Sit down.” You say, and Ethan doesn’t need to be told twice as finds a chair. Your then walking closer, before dropping g to your knees, your hands on his thighs. “This is as far as it goes.”

He thinks he’s going to pass out, not really processing your words. “You have to stay quiet, Ethan.” You warn as you watch his eyes fall heavy with anticipation.

“Ethan?”

“Yes, professor.”

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[jesterwriting]

scenario: stuck in a timeloop and the only way to restart is to die

pairing: sanji x reader, law x reader, ace x reader (separate)

contents: hurt/comfort, angst, gore, im serious about the gore tw, graphic description of death, post traumatic symptoms, maybe a touch of survivors guilt, breakdowns, time loops, if youve seen rezero you know whats up

word count: 1.6k words

note: okay if theres one thing i love, its angst and hurt comfort, and if there’s one thing i do when i write it, i go crazy with it. my hands were genuinely shaking while i wrote this. hope you enjoy! [evil laughter]

playlist: eleanor by cake bake betty

No matter how many times you died, you couldn’t help but scream when you woke up again. You lost count how many times it happened, and it wasn’t like there was any point in keeping count besides depressing yourself with your numerous failures. This was your power; horrible and nowhere near worth the cost of losing your ability to swim. With every death, you would restart back at a random checkpoint, beginning anew, able to change the way the timeline went. All it took was to die, and lord above, did you die. Sometimes it was quick, other times it was an agony that would haunt you for many loops after.

Your power left you lonely. Friendships you made in one timeline, didn’t exist in others. You remembered when you were young and greeted a friend from a past loop with a hug. Of course, they didn’t know who you were. They no longer remembered the adventures you experienced or the trials you endured, only you held those memories now. They pushed you away with a look of distress, and you cried for hours after that, burdened with the knowledge that whatever friendship you had before, was gone forever now.

You isolated yourself after that.

It wasn’t until recently that you found yourself with a crew, though no one knew of your ability. You hated talking about it, hated reliving each death again and again. Every time you felt strong enough to speak about it, you always ended up dying and resetting everything back to the status quo. You were surrounded by friends, but so completely, and utterly alone. It was a worm in your gut, chewing on you from within and tearing you apart.

Now, here you were. Dying again.

Failing again.

Your eye spasmed in your skull, the other nothing more than jelly in your socket. The taste of iron pooled in your mouth as you hunched over, organs squirming like maggots from the wound on your abdomen. Sobs wracked your body. With shaking hands, you scooped your entrails into the crook of your arm in hopes that you could put them back inside of you. They were slimy and warm, and you were reminded of eels, or perhaps hagfish.

Everything hurt. You were so afraid, you couldn’t breathe. There was a loud bang and a heavy pressure on your chest. Or maybe, your inability to catch your breath stemmed from the bullet that had pierced through your ribcage and into your lungs. When did that happen? You didn’t know, you didn’t care, all you knew was that you didn’t want to die.

Of course, you didn’t get a say in the matter. Before you knew it, your muscles were going slack and your body was crumpling to the ground. Blood poured from between your lips as your tongue wagged numbly in your mouth. If you weren’t careful, you might bite it off. It had happened before, and you died drowning in your own blood rather than to the slow drain of your wounds. Maybe, if you were lucky, you could have been saved then.

Not now, though. Your guts were supposed to be inside you, not spewed and steaming on the ground.

And, just like that, it was over.

You awoke in bed and screamed. With gasping breaths, your hands frantically felt the intact skin of your belly, and your bulletless chest. Though you were safe, the ghost of your pain lingered like a knife against your back. Sobs tore from your throat as you curled in on yourself.

It had been a long time since a death this bad. So lost in your own misery — again, again, it happened again, why won’t it stop? — you didn’t hear the door open until it was too late.

“Black Leg” Sanji

Sanji was across the room, scooping you into his arms before you were able to blink. You gasped and squirmed slightly as he rubbed your back. A part of you was still there, bleeding out on the ground, and your heart wouldn’t stop hammering wildly in your chest, even as Sanji murmured sweet nothings into your ear. Phantom pain gripped you, and your stomach clenched when you remembered just how slimy your insides were as you tried to put them back where they belonged.

“I’m here, love, I’m here.”

That only made you cry more. Your breath hitched as you gripped the back of his dress shirt in your fist and buried your face into the crook of his neck. You were hyperventilating, afraid that the bullet in your chest followed you into this loop, threatening to drag you under again. You died in Sanji’s arms once before, and the terror on his face had etched itself into your brain forever. It couldn’t happen again, you would drag yourself away to die alone under a rock if you could help it.

Sanji’s hand shook as he stroked your hair. “What happened? Tell me what’s wrong.”

Finally, you caught your breath and wiped the tears from your face. With a watery smile, one you were sure was nowhere near as convincing as you wanted if Sanji’s worried expression was anything to go by.

“I had a nightmare,” You said.

If Sanji knew you were lying, he didn’t say anything. He only held you while you desperately pretended that you had stopped trembling.

Trafalgar Law

Law was the last person who you wanted to see like this. He carried too much already. You were sure that he would crumble if he knew the weight you had been carrying right under his nose. Frantic, you pawed at your face to remove the evidence of your breakdown as if he hadn’t heard you screaming moments before.

“Hey,” He said softly, crouching beside you to gently grab you by the shoulders. Law squeezed, and you took a shaky breath and remembered where you were. You weren’t dying alone in the middle of nowhere, you were on the Polar Tang, with Law, somewhere on the Grand Line.

You sniffled and cracked a small smile. “Hey.”

Unwanted visions of your previous death assaulted you from behind your eyes. A sharp gasp tore from your throat as your arms snaked around your middle to hold your organs inside. It still hurt, why did it still hurt? You were safe now, it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fucking fair.

Gently, Law pried your arms from your abdomen and pulled up your shirt to inspect it. “I don’t see any external injuries…”

You watched the possibility of an internal injury flit across his face. Before the word ‘room’ left his lips, you shook your head and choked on another sob.

“I had a dream I died,” You admitted the half truth with the sour taste of bile on your tongue.

Law’s brows knit and he let out a small, “Ah.”

Awkward, not yet used to the affection you bestowed upon him so readily, he wrapped his long arms around you with a small pat on your back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“If I died, you need to know I would never blame you.” It came out of nowhere, but it was the only thing you could think to say. The truth was, you would blame yourself, you had a lot of experience doing that, though you thought better of saying that aloud.

Law didn’t say anything in response, his thumb rubbing gentle circles between your shoulder blades.

Portgas D. Ace

“What happened? Why are you crying?” Ace was talking before he even reached you, pulling you against his bare chest before you even had a chance to realize he was here. His scent filled your nose, filled your head, until you were hysterical and pulling him as close as possible.

“Was someone here? Did someone hurt you?” With his righteous anger, his body temperature rose as harmless flames licked your fingers. All you could do was cry, so captivated with the man in front of you, your death was all but forgotten.

“No, no, I’m okay.” You pulled back to study his face, your own stained with snot and tears. He practically glowed in the moonlight that streamed through your window. Even at night, Ace shone like the sun. Your clumsy hands found his freckles, sweeping across the bridge of his nose and down his cheeks to his lips. Flesh and bone, alive and whole. You sobbed harder, low keening whines ripping from your throat before you could stop them.

“Had- Had a dream you were gone.”

Ace pulled you tighter against him. “Oh, babe, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

With your fingers tangled in his hair, Ace rocked you back and forth, hushing you softly while you wished to tear open your ribcage and keep him safe inside your body forever. The only way to get to him would be to rip you apart, and even then, you would come back again, stronger than ever. No one would be able to take him from you. You had died too many times to count, faced pain time and time again, there was no torture you wouldn’t endure if it meant you wouldn’t lose your sun.

How many loops had it been? How many times have you had to watch Ace die?

You’d save him this time, you would make sure of it.

#one piece x reader #black leg sanji x yn #sanji x reader #trafalgar law x reader #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x y/n #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law x you #black leg sanji x reader #portgas ace x you #.jesterwrites #had so much fun with this one

[tokeio]

“my head hurts.”

you give him a quick look from where you sit snuggled into the corner of the couch before setting your attention back on your phone. “theres some pain relief pills in the bathroom.”

you see suna’s head shake in your peripheral, nose scrunched with a distasteful look on his face. “i don’t believe in drugstore pills. they’re just placebos.”

“you’re so weird.”

suna shifts in your cheap grey colored armchair, trying to find a more comfortable position as if it’d make his headache disappear. he lets out multiple grunts as he moves, the mechanics of the chair poking through the cushions and causing an intolerable discomfort on his legs and butt.

he doesn’t understand why you insisted on buying cheap furniture when he offered to pay for everything.

“im not your fucking sugar baby, rin.” your deadpan expression as you spoke had sent him into a fit a laughter, in the back of his mind he thought how he wouldn’t at all mind being of that kind of service to you.

after a bunch of muttered curses and indirect punches and kicks under the small throw blanket he donned, he finally left his seat on that godforsaken chair and took place next to you on the sofa. he slightly scooted to the left before laying his head on your lap, throwing the blanket up into the air a couple times before settling into it.

distracted by the sight before you, you put your phone down on the armrest, taking in the sight of such a big man in your lap, looking the smallest and most vulnerable you’ve ever seen—his knees folded into his chest while his head nestled into the plush of your thighs.

your fingers find his hair almost immediately, combing through the strands as he lets out a satisfied sigh. you let out soft laugh, careful not to move too much to disrupt his contentment. “comfortable, are you?”

“very.” he nearly whispers as he places a gentle kiss on your thigh before falling into a deep slumber.

#[ ｢from kaio ❆｣ ] #[ 「 drabbles ☆ 」 ] #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #suna rintaro fluff #suna x reader #hq fluff

[savnofilter]

Deku and choking 👀People make him out to be this little inexperienced cinnaroll like no he is not

                      izuku midoriya x [afab]reader

warning(s): sexual content, penetration sex, choking, breath play, reader our vocal queen, mentions of overstimulation & squirting.

read more: masterlist | student masterlist

a/n: theres a proper midoriya fic coming soon.. idk how to go ab it so take this crumb. enjoy.

"Zuku~"

you purred in delight as he gave you long and drawn out thrusts. your walls ached for something better and more fulling, and this had you weak. your plush lips were agape, half lidded eyes hazy in lust as you watch in amazement at how his cock disappear and reappear where you two joined. your trembling hands gripped onto the sheets as you wanted more of him.

your boyfriend had your legs pressed against your chest in a mating press. you had no idea that post workout sex with him would be this powerful—this intense. your eyes roll back feeling his tip poke repeatedly against your g-spot, your jaw falling more as you could feel yourself get closer to your climax.

suddenly, you felt one of your legs on your boyfriend’s shoulder, you now being positioned on your side. you squint before letting your gaze fall, your hand that was once safe gripping the sheets beside you now hurriedly gripping his wrist in false security. apparently he had determined you were too slow in looking up at him in your lethargic and fucked out state as he took it upon himself to get your attention. his rough hand replaces itself to grip your jaw, the pressure squishing your cheeks under its hold. Midoriya looked down at you with an expression to challenge you, wanting see how long you could go without breaking the eye contact between you two. you groaned feeling him pick up speed along with the fact he was now forcing more of his length into your cunt.

he gives you no room to regroup yourself, a soft gasp leaves your lips as his hand slips down to grab a hold of your throat, giving the sides of your neck a generous squeeze. you mewl as you slowly feel the air from your throat passage becomes less and the sensations of your body start to ramp up. before your jaw was open because of the pleasure, but now just as equally you couldnt breathe. the topping of the cake was his other hand finding its place between your legs and heatedly rubbing your clit. your expression could rival a pornstar’s: eyes submissive, brows scrunched, and mouth open in an “O” shape.

Midoriya’s eyes were both masked with adoration and carnality watching in hunger at your expression as you came undone. your body shook as he released his pressure from your neck, your hips bucking into his to meet with his consistent thrusts. fresh tears of sexual tension spilling onto your cute cheeks as you couldnt help but let it flow.

you had been so vocal during the session, he couldnt hold back a sadistic grin as your body now focused all its energy in cumming. he stops his thrusts to place a misleading and chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth, and then picks you up effortlessly to flip you over.

he places a heavy hand at the top of your back to bend you down, your chest close to the mattress and ass in the air. with his heavy length pressed against your bum you could feel how hard he still is. after getting you into position, he replaces his hand with his chest, his chin resting against your shoulder. you weakly mewl as he inserts himself swiftly into your fucked out cunt with no remorse. again, one hand found your neck whilst the other found solace on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of your vulva.

you try to muffle the groan thats urged out of you from all the sensations. matched with his expert working of your body and sensitivity, its no wonder you could feel a push in your bladder.

you sure hoped he wouldnt mind changing the sheets by the end of this session.

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#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #midoriya x reader #midoriya smut #midoriya thirst #talk midoriya #not sfw #d drabbles

[solanal0ve]

HOW THEY FUCK YOU ON NEW YEARS

ִ ★ Its new years and your getting fucked. {Toji, Choso and Gojo}

ִ★ contents: fem!reader, hair pulling, praise, edging, creampie, begging and some other stuff

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ TOJI FUSHIGURO

He will find anywhere and any place to bend you over. The couch, a table, a chair anywhere. He has been edging you for at least an hour. He’s pulling on your hair whispering naughty things in your ear while fucking you stupid. “Oh look at that.. the ball is about to drop” You look at the T.V and see the count down. “Come on baby count with us” Giving a hard slap to your ass making you a moaning mess while he pounds into your sweet cunt like the worlds about to end. He really wants you to count while he is fucking you non stop? “10.. 9..” He beings counting. “Oh fuck im gonna cum!” You practically yell. Your legs are aching in pain from the roughness of tojis fucking and you feel cross eyed. “Dont you fucking dare” He groans in your ear. “Count” you can’t believe it he actually wants you to count. The idea slowly dawns on you that he wont let you cum until you count and new years has passed. He knows you will do anything to cum. “5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1” You count. “Cum” It was almost in a whisper but your glad you heard it. Your orgasm rips though you sending a wave of pleasure through your body. “Happy new year baby”

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ CHOSO KAMO

He is leaving passionate kisses from you neck all the way down to your pussy. He already ate you out but he is just naturally a sweetheart and loves to kiss you body. “You ready?” The tip of his dick is pressing up against you entrance and theres 5 minutes until midnight where it will be a year new. You nod and watch as his dick slides into you pussy with ease. You moan from the feeling of being filled up with his dick and you already know this will be fun. He begins to thrust in and out of you like there is no tomorrow making your body ache but you didn’t mind you were just happy that you got to get fucked by him. Choso. 1 minute til midnight. “Oh yes.. Fuckkk choso” You moan feeling his dick slide in and out and always pounding into that spot that makes you want to lose your mind. “Just like that baby, moan my name for me” You hear him panting heavily and you pussy squeezes around his cock. 10.. 9.. 8.. “Lets cum on 1..ok?” He growls in you ear. You nod unable to say anything. 3..2..1 Fireworks pop outside and there beautiful but you don’t pay muck attention to that as you both release. You can feel his cum filling you to the brim, its warm and it feels really good. “Happy.. happy new years my love”

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ SATORU GOJO

Gojo had been edging and teasing you for at least an hour now. He would let you cum and then build you up for another release then take it away. It was like he was playing with you feeling and you didn’t like that very much. You were a sobbing begging mess he had now edged you 3 time in a row. “T-toru please.” There were tears running down you cheeks all you wanted to do was cum “Please what..? use your words.” You knew exactly what he was doing you both knew new years was another 2 minutes from now and he is gonna make you hold out until then. “Please let me cum toru please.” Your legs were aching and you body was sore but you still had 2 minutes. “Hmmm should i?” He asks himself slowly pulling out on ur dripping pussy “Nope” A grin spreads across his face and he pounds back into you pussy making you cry out with a mix of pain and pleasure. 30 seconds on the count down and you a moaning sobbing mess you want it to end but want him to keep going. “Your doing such a good job.. Just a little more baby” He groaned in you ear with you legs over his shoulders. 8.. 7.. “Come on baby just a little longer” You were at your breaking point but you cant hold it for a few more seconds right? 3.. 2.. 1.. Its new years. “cum for me baby” Using his tumb to rub your clit in small circles you release all over him and you body fell pimp. “Happy new year.”

NOTES . . . HAPPY NEW YEARS though im a little late because i’ve been busy i wanna say thank you for 80+ notes on my last post. I wanted to do sukuna but its 2am im sleepy n i have school tmr but i hope you all had a wonderful new years and love ya

#jjk smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #choso kamo #choso x reader #gojo saturo #gojo x reader #happy new year #headcanon #solanal0ve