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tteokdoroki · 7 months

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aali my beloved would you be willing to share some more thots regarding domineering consent-king-kiri,,,no pressure at all I am just delighted by the concept!! If nothing else I am holding your hand making microwave noises because this tickles my brain muah

☆༉ — EIJIROU KIRISHIMA. consent and condescension.

about. your wish is my command beautiful anon. this is definitely yuzuya adjacent LDKAKS !!

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. smut, praise kink, consent heavy, condescension, scratching, afab!reader, soft dom/pro hero!kirishima.

“i only want to do this if it’s something you want.” kirishima says, his voice so quiet that it’s barely above a whisper. there’s a huskiness to it, as though he’s been holding back for so long that his tether and tie to sanity threatens to snap. the very simple fact makes a shiver run down your spine and shoot right between your legs.

kirishima let’s put a condescending coo as he shifts to sit with you on the bed, prying apart your shaky thighs to catch a whiff of your hot cunt, a view of how juices run between your folds like golden syrup that makes you shine. you’re eijirou kirishima’s favourite sweet treat.

“poor baby, if i hadn’t come any sooner, who knows what would have happened to you.” his voice drips to lower tones that turn on the sex signals in your brain — and as you whine out for more, the corner of the red head’s lips quirk up into a sly smile.

“all alone and unable to cum. well, don’t you worry. i’ve got you now.” you see, he knows you better than you know yourself. that you can’t get off without his thick fingers or his fat cock, and how frustrated you get when you can’t touch yourself in the same way that he does.

that’s why you called him at work, with a wobble in your saccharine voice and squelch from your cunt echoing down the line. you need eijirou.

you hardly notice how fast he strips, too dizzy and needy to speak your mind or even think. your level of desire to be fucked dumb by your man overpowers any logical reasoning you may have. taking hold of the globes of your ass, the mountainous man drags you towards him, pressing right up against your throbbing mound — looking down at you as if you’re the most beautiful, pathetic thing he’s ever seen.

you’ve not a clue as to how much you affect eijirou, with your big wet eyes and shaky hips as you rut into him for any kind of friction. he wants to ruin you and cherish you all at once, fighting with the two halves of him that join together and make him the person that he is. the hero that protects people, the man who loves you, the other that has such depraved thoughts about you. his sweet little thing.

“i’ve been dying to take you since the moment you called, fuck you against your cute little sheets, have your adorable ankles and frilly socks hangin’ over my shoulders….” eijirou’s next move is to tease your wet little slit, tapping his milky cockhead against your swollen clit repeatedly until you’re jolting and twitching from the slight streams of pleasure. “is it okay for me to touch you like this? i really want to but… your needs always come first to me.”

the question is masked with a patronising kindness in an attempt to hide the red head’s deepest and darkest dreams. if he truly wanted to, kirishima could have plugged your hole full of his monster-like girth and fucked you until that tight, unused hole of yours was coated in his cum. yet, he treats you (the object of his affections and desires), as though you’re a porcelain doll threatening to shatter under the weight of his touch.

the cracks begin to show and the dam begins to break. your pretty face crumples with ecstasy while eijirou pushes his length through your slick pussy, laughing breathily at your arousal that clings to every spiralling blue vein that decorated his shaft. it jumps against the pleasure bud tucked away between your folds.

you sniffle and his heart breaks for you. it does nothing to calm the flames of desire burning at eijirou’s healthy lungs — blackening them.

“e-eiji—!”

“‘m gonna put it in now, i know, i know, sweetheart. i gotta hurry it up,” he starts, tutting down at you and your clenching cunt as he hits his hips forward — pushing his bulbous tip past the tight ring of muscle at your entrance. “you’ve been so good, sweetheart. waiting for me to get home, so you could get fucked — i just don’t wanna hurt you.”

he brushes the pads of his thumbs over your body trembling beneath him. over your pebbling nipples, so hard they could cut diamonds because of the cold air. over your curves, your tummy and navel — every perfectly imperfect part of you. and when he reaches your thighs, they’re folded into your chest so he can give you exactly what you want.

“oh, little one. you’re so tight, and warm around me. fuck.” eijirou is the one who hiccups this time, gripping the sheets above your head while your warm, ribbed walls grip his cock the further he pushes into you. “so soft too, i can’t get enough of you. got me thinkin’ about you all the time.”

he starts thrusting then, forceful but fluid like a rushing river of ecstasy. eijirou pins you to the bed below, giving you no room to wiggle away and the only option being to take everything that he gives to you. his balls clapping against the curve of your ass, his harsh moans in your ear and tip bullying your g-spot before you can even register the sensation blooming in your lower tummy. there’s no room to breathe or think while he fucks you. like he hates you, all while loving you.

“i love your pretty face. how it looks when you take me. the way your brows furrow and your soft lips part when you moan for me. can you take it? just a little more for me.” the surge of praise you receive from eijirou is like a storm that angrily hits the shore. you feel like you’re drowning, clawing at his back to drag yourself to shore while he pounds you to the high heavens. your body jolts up the bed at every one of eijrou’s thrusts — contrasting with the gentle, wet kisses he peppers across your face.

each sweet word dipped in white sugar has you pliant and mailable under kirishima like freshly made candy. he praises you and your hips rise from the arousal soaked sheets to match his rhythm, sex spasming around him. “holy fucking shit. oh little one…so sweet and wet, hm? so pliant.” eijirou leans over you, shielding you from the world, and liick at your neck, humming in satisfaction at your whistle tone moans. “you were just aching for me to get you like this, right little one? your knees pressed to your chest and my cock…nice and snug against your insides. you don’t wanna let me go, do you?”

you promptly shake your head, your pretty bambi eyes fluttering shut while your body thrashes and shakes from the pleasure he feeds you — piece by piece.. “e-eiji…p-please, i need it. i c-can’t—!”

the red head squishes your cheeks together, grunting impatiently and pressing on until his cock is pressing comfortably against your womb. “oh you poor baby, i need to give it to you just as bad as you want it… but,” the rough pads of his fingers sink into your supple cheeks as he turns your face to look at him. “i need you to look at me first. look me in the eye, sweetheart. show me how badly you want it. you’re so pretty when you do it like that, you know.”

a wet whimper bubbles up on your lips, cherry bitten from where they’ve been caught between your teeth. they echo between your sweet slicked bodies and mingle with the saccharine syllables of kirishima’s words, as condescending as they might be. that with his domineering presence and constant stimulation of all your pleasure spots has you a ruined mess beneath him.

“i’m gonna make you cum. i have to make you cum, if it’s the last thing i do, little one.” eijirou promised lazily, circling his hips in a slow grind just he can drag out your pleasure for a little bit longer — torture you underneath him so he can keep on seeing your pretty face. he seals the promise with a sloppy kiss, sucking on your saliva soaked tongue until you’re begging him for air. “you want that too, right?”

#kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #kirishima x you #bnha smut #bnha thirst #bnha x reader #eijirou kirishima smut #eijirou kirishima x you #kirishima eijirou smut #✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚💬੭ — unknown messenger #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki

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forlorn-crows · 2 months

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mountain sitting on dews face

what r ur thots 👁👁

oh i have thots 👀

how about a lil modified 69 with these silly horny guys?

Mountain’s balls draw up for about the third time since he sat his ass on Dew’s face. He can’t help it, though, not really. Not when that hot mouth suctions to his rim and his delightfully wet tongue delves unnaturally far inside.

His dick twitches, sending another drop of precum onto Dew’s clavicle. “Shit, sometimes I think just your tongue could make me cum,” he groans.

Dew pulls away and grips his asscheeks hard. “It has, big guy.” The smirk in his voice is obvious, even when Mountain’s facing away from him.

“Ugh, I meant right now, asshole.”

“I’m already in—”

Dew squeaks as Mountain grabs hold of his little dick and squeezes. It drools a fat glob of precum onto his knuckles, pearly and thick. He kicks his feet against the blankets with an undignified whine.

Mountain just sighs. Strokes his thumb through the mess he’s already made. “Fuck, why’re you so cute.”

“You are suffocating my di-i-ick fucking fucker—” he wheezes. That thumb presses further into his slit, pushing down the sensitive foreskin and rubbing over the width of the head. Mountain’s slow and antagonizing with it, doing it over and over until Dew groans bodily, right into his hole.

“Oh, Belial, do that again,” he gasps, mercifully releasing his dick.

“How ‘bout you ask me nicely.”

Mountain scoffs. “Pleeaase moan into my ass again?”

“Uh uh. Try again,” he teases, spitting straight up into his hole and rubbing over it with the pad of his finger.

“F-fuck—”

“Come on, Mount, why don’t you kiss it a little? Where’s that sweet-talk, hm?” Dew rolls his hips to bounce his cock in the earth ghoul’s face where he’s crumbled to his elbows.

He can’t help the whimper that falls from his lips. “Please. Wanna feel it,” he starts, genuine this time and much more needy.

“I’m listening.” Dew’s tone gets softer too. He swirls around his hole, watches it clench.

Mountain’s gasp fans hot over the head of Dew’s cock. “Gonna make you feel good so you moan and groan right into me.” He noses down the wet length and presses a kiss to the base. “Kiss you all sloppy here,” he mumbles.

“Shit, yeah?”

“Uh huh.” His lips wrap around the side of his shaft, as promised, tongue darting out to lick at the veins. Mixing saliva into the streaks of slick.

“Hnf, like that.” He bucks into it, balls bumping into the side of Mountain’s chin. “Fuck, sit down.” Dew digs his claws into his boney hips and forces him back onto his face, squarely onto his waiting tongue. Burying his nose between his cheeks.

Mountain whimpers. He grips the inside of Dew’s thighs and spreads them open. Migrating from the side of his cock to swallow the whole thing down in one go.

“Ffuuu,” Dew moans right where it counts. The earth ghoul can only respond with a dumb, gurgled sound. It’s a vicious echo chamber of cause and effect, each of their actions spurring on the other in a self-imploding horny cycle. It only takes a few more minutes of impassioned attention to Mountain’s hole to get him close again, balls drawing up and mouth dragging down Dew’s dick until he’s panting into his taint. Mushy-brained and fumbling for words.

“Gonna—D-Dew,” he struggles, thighs crushing into the smaller ghoul’s ribs. Dew presses that spot inside him again—with only his tongue, how is that only his tongue?—and Mountain wheezes. His cock bobs back and forth between his stomach and Dew’s chest, splattering them both with precum that just won’t stop.

Something that sounds vaguely like uh huh come on vibrates through his core, and that vocalization is what sends him over the edge, shooting onto the fire ghoul’s chest with a surprised shout.

“Sh-h-hit,” he hisses against Dew’s skin, nose pressing tight to his little balls until he whimpers too. Mountain twitches through shudder after shudder. He’s pretty sure he’s drooling on Dew, but his brain’s too empty to care.

“That’s it,” the fire ghoul coos, regaining his composure (and the upper hand). He rubs Mountain’s backside as he slowly goes limp, the bigger ghoul groaning louder when his cock finally makes contact with his own mess and grants him one last jolt of pleasure. Dew presses a kiss to his hole, tutting when it clenches. “Such a sensitive guy, aren’t you?”

Mountain gurgles something unintelligible.

“Yeah you are.” Sadist that he is, Dew slips his pinky into that puffy, spit-coated hole, prodding until he hits the spot. Wringing a breathy, feminine moan from Mountain that he’d surely be embarrassed about, if it weren’t for all of his self-consciousness shooting out of his dick along with his load.

He tuts again. “Be a fuckin’ shame to waste this nice wet ass, wouldn’t it?”

Mountain chirps, a questioning noise that’s almost comical, like a single question mark popping up above his head.

Dew smacks his ass. “Shove up, big boy, it’s my dick’s turn to be inside that tight hole.”

#ficlet #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost #mountaindew #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain/dewdrop #dewdrop/mountain #mountain x dewdrop #ghost fanfic #dewdrop x mountain #by the way thank you for sending in a request! i really havent gotten one in a hot minute xx #if you wanted to know i was listening to a playlist called 'dirty nasty slutty metal' while finishing this up this am #mountain: king of cumming untouched #fanfic #if you see a typo you best tell me about it cause i didnt read this back over mkay

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hyunsvngs · 23 days

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juno ma’am your thots please

cock and ball torture with the sunshine twins

lixie’s such a sweet little thing the way he asks you to squeeze his balls so tight while slapping his cute little cock. he’s so whiny, hips rolling off the bed but he can’t help it! he tries so hard to stay still but he just can’t! you edge him once or twice, but he’s just too pleasure dumb to understand you’re doing it to make him feel so much better when he finally cums.

then there’s sungie, resident brat who decides it’s a good idea to challenge you saying shit like “that doesn’t hurt” “that’s it?” so you tie him up and gag the little shit. you put a cock ring on him, press a vibrator to his tip and smack the fuck out of his useless cock and his pretty face. if you’re feeling extra mean you kneel on his cock while making lixie cum. “see what you could’ve had if you weren’t such a brat?”

oh my godddd lix would be all “ah, ow, h-hurts- it- tighter, please!” with that sweet little blush on his face. his thighs would tense up so prettily too and maybe you’d have to slap his thigh too to see the way the red rises under the freckles there 😟 jesus

god jisung…. yeah. i have nothing to even add to what u said anonnie bc jesus christ. he’d be soooo whiny, crying about how it isn’t enough, and you’re like babe you’re tearing up rn??

#juno’s asks ♡#sweet baby anon #asks: jisung #asks: felix

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love-strike · 11 months

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blondie ♡ boo seungkwan / reader

PAIRING: boo seungkwan / afab reader WORD COUNT: 4.3k RATING: 18+ (explicit smut)

After meeting a blonde Seungkwan working in your favorite pretzel shop, you finally understand what a male thot job is.

warnings under the cut ⋆˚☆˖°

SMUT WARNINGS: casual sex (reader and kwan hook up in a small amount of time after meeting), dom!kwan, making out, dirty talk, some pet names and derogatory names (baby, pretty girl, needy girl, sweetie, slut, fucktoy), dry humping, breast/nipple play, a few spanks, fingering, oral sex (both f. and m. receiving), sex from behind, missionary sex, protected sex (use of condom)

✉ hi friends! i wrote this within the span of about a week because the idea of seungkwan working in a shop but ONLY knowing how to make drinks made me laugh more than i would like to admit. i had a ton of fun writing this and i hope someone else enjoys it as well!

“What do you mean you’re out of pretzels? Isn’t this a pretzel shop?”

“My coworker is the one who does the pretzels. I only make the drinks.”

The blonde man in front of you stands behind the counter, idly picking at his pink and brown striped shirt.

You’re trying your best to not be an outraged customer, but you really just wanted a damn pretzel on your lunch break.

“So where’s your coworker?” you ask with a hand on your hip.

“Chan left early,” the man states matter-of-factly, like you were supposed to know that. “Do you want a drink? We have really good lemonade.”

You sigh and redirect your eyes back to the simple menu. The thought of leaving and going back to your dreadful job without any sort of treat sounds miserable.

“I guess I’ll take a medium frozen blue raspberry lemonade then,” you reply and pull your wallet out to pay. He gestures towards your wallet with a wave of his hands.

“Sure. Don’t worry about paying, it’s on the house,” he says with an almost unnoticeable wink that makes you freeze. “Because of the trouble.”

You smile back at the man, suddenly noticing just how handsome he is. Your dry spell must be getting really bad if you’re thirsting over a random mall worker — especially one working in a pretzel stand. He quickly finishes the drink, handing it over and keeping eye contact with you. You feel your throat go dry when his fingers graze yours.

“Thanks, have a great day!” you exclaim before he has the chance to open his mouth. You grab the cup with both hands, and practically dart to the exit of the mall to get back to work.

The blonde watches you run away and laughs to himself.

“Did she just… come to the mall for a pretzel and then leave?” Seungkwan asks himself in disbelief.

The next day, you find yourself waltzing back into the mall, headed towards the pink and brown themed pretzel shop - “Pretzel Pretzel”. As you head over to it, you can’t help but wonder who came up with such a dumb name.

This time you came after work instead of during your break, hoping to avoid the blonde man from yesterday. Imagine your utter distress when you realized how amazing that blue raspberry frozen lemonade tasted and how you now blame your terrible sweet tooth for the new craving.

Luckily, your eyes meet with a brunette man. His sharp eyes squint and his bright smile grows to greet you.

“Hi there, welcome to Pretzel Pretzel! How can I help you today?”

“Hello,” you start with a small smile. “Can I just get a cinnamon sugar pretzel and a small blue raspberry frozen lemonade?”

“Of course,” the worker replies as he rapidly taps on the screen in front of him. “Your total will be on the pinpad below.”

You pull your credit card out as your eyes wander to the desolate drink machine behind the counter, smiling as you think you must’ve lucked out today. Then, you watch the worker head over to the door right behind him and peek in.

“Seungkwan, we have a drink order!” he says cheerily and you resist the urge to roll your eyes when the man from yesterday walks out.

“Oh, hey,” he greets you when he notices you. “Finally getting your pretzel today?”

You can’t help but grimace and nod.

“And the lemonade was actually really good,” you reply with an eyebrow raised. He smirks at you and begins making your drink.

“Of course it was,” he says, turning to face the machine. “I’m skilled with my hands.”

Your eyes widen in shock at his choice of words. You can’t tell if he did that on purpose or not. The brunette man hands you a pretzel with an apologetic smile and then slides up behind the other man.

“Please don’t make our customers uncomfortable, Seungkwan!” he whispers exasperatedly. The blonde laughs and finishes up.

“Sorry, Chan,” he replies brightly and hands you the cup.

“See you next time,” he tells you with a knowing grin and you snatch the drink from him.

“Uh, thanks,” you say to the both of them before bolting to the exit. The men watch you all the way until you get to the exit doors.

“She came in yesterday when you were gone,” Seungkwan tells Chan when he notices his puzzled expression. Chan shakes his head and looks at the other man.

“This is why I keep telling you that you need to learn the pretzel part of the job! How can you work at Pretzel Pretzel and only know how to make drinks?!” Chan says with a glare.

“Look, I’m the drink guy and you’re the pretzel guy,” Seungkwan replies. “That’s how this works.”

It becomes a routine of sorts. When you’re having a tough day at work, you treat yourself to a pretzel and a drink at the mall across the street from your office building. Seeing the handsome blonde you now know as Seungkwan doesn’t hurt, either.

“So where do you work? You’re always here but I noticed you leave immediately after coming by our shop,” Seungkwan asks with tilt of his head after the two of you formally introduce yourselves to each other on your sixth visit.

“I actually work in the office across the street,” you reply with a nod. “I just came here that one day because I was craving a pretzel.”

“And you didn’t even get one,” he says with a dramatic sigh. “I would’ve left a terrible review on Google if that happened to me.”

“I’m still considering that,” you whisper and Seungkwan laughs. As usual, you take your pretzel and drink and leave after you finish conversing.

The next week, you miss your normal visits to the pretzel shop after you begin feeling under the weather. On Friday, you force yourself to hit the mall department store in search of a birthday gift for your friend.

You sigh, sifting through the clothes on the rack trying to find something halfway decent. A light blue dress pulls your attention and you grab the hanger to look at it.

“That’s a pretty dress,” says a familiar voice from behind you.

Your head whips around in surprise, immediately spotting Seungkwan in casual clothing. Your eyes immediately take in the oversized hoodie and jeans that he’s wearing. When you finally meet his gaze, he’s smiling knowingly at you.

“It’s a gift,” you reply with a forced smile. He hums and casually steps toward you.

“I haven’t seen you at the shop lately,” Seungkwan says as he absentmindedly looks at clothes himself.

“I got sick this week,” you reply with an exhale. “Can’t you tell by how bad I look?”

He scoffs and looks back at you.

“You’re always gorgeous.”

You swallow, throat suddenly feeling even more scratchy.

“Oh,” you reply with a nod. “Thank you.”

“You know,” Seungkwan begins with a devious smile. “I still owe you one.”

You tilt your head in question and he continues.

“Because of the pretzel.”

His sudden words make you giggle.

“So how are you gonna pay me back?” you ask him with a grin. You do, however, immediately regret your words when you notice how his eyes darken.

“Give me your phone,” he tells you and you pause. Curious about what he’s going to do, you unlock your cell and hand it to him. After a few seconds, he hands it back to you.

“There’s my number. You can text me when you decide what you want,” Seungkwan replies with a smirk. With that, he turns around and leaves the store. Your jaw almost drops while you try to process what exactly just happened.

However, your shock doesn’t stop you from taking up his offer.

Maybe not being able to open a jar is your excuse at attempting a booty call — however, there is currently a jar of unopened pickles sitting on your counter. You took it as a sign.

Seungkwan must not live very far from you, because next thing you know you hear a knocking at your door. You open it, faced with fluffy hair and a smile.

“I’m glad I’m at the right door,” he says and you roll your eyes, inviting him in with a gesture of your hand. You notice how cute he looks in his casual clothes.

“Oh!” he exclaims and spins around to look at you. “There’s actually a jar.”

“Yes there is,” you begin and take a step towards him, giving him a pout. “You seem so strong, so I thought you could take care of it for me.”

“I see…” he replies lowly, openly letting his gaze fall on your body. “Don’t you want me to take care of you first?”

You swallow, feeling your face heat up. You close the gap between the both of you and nod up at him, giving him the opportunity to make a move.

Seungkwan closes his eyes and leans in to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the day we met,” he says in a soft voice when he pulls back to look at you.

“You wanted to kiss a stranger?” you reply with a smile, humoring yourself. He places his hands on your waist and bites his lip before replying.

“A stranger as sexy as you? Of course.”

You’re the one to lean in this time and place another kiss on his lips, followed by another and another until he has you pushed up against your kitchen counter.

The way Seungkwan’s body grazes against your chest every time he moves is slowly driving you crazy, and you can’t help but gasp when he invades your space to nip at your ear. You desperately want to beg him for more, but you decide against it in an effort to practice self control.

That is — until his hand snakes up over your thin shirt and his fingers rub over your stiff nipples.

“Oh,” you say with a small gasp of pleasure. “That feels good…”

He smirks and uses two of his fingers to pinch your right nipple, watching as your gasp turns into a moan. He takes his other hand and places it on your left breast, squeezing and massaging and he teases your sensitive nipple.

“At least take my shirt off,” you plea in a desperate voice. “Please?”

“This is more fun,” he replies and gives you a deep kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You let his tongue explore your mouth before he pulls back slowly.

“Who knew that you dress like such a slut at home?” he says in a teasing voice. “Or did you just wear this to rile me up?”

Seungkwan gestures towards your thin tank top and shorts combo, and gives your tit a particularly harsh squeeze. His choice of words sends a spark down your spine.

“It worked. Don’t you like it?” you whisper, your words punctuated with a whine as he pinches both of your nipples. He nods, leaning his head into your neck to suck on the skin there. As he leaves kisses, he shallowly thrusts his hips once into yours and your head spins when you feel his hard erection pressed against your body.

“You can feel how much I like it, baby. I’m so hard for you already.”

Your eyes flutter closed as he gives another thrust, rubbing against your clothed pussy. Little does he know that you’re not wearing underwear either, and you can feel every single movement.

“Seungkwan,” you whine and wrap your arms around his neck, trying to bring him closer and gain more friction. “More, harder.”

He lets out a soft grunt in your ear and grabs ahold of your hips, rutting your body into the hard surface behind you. His cock feels amazing against you, even through his thick sweatpants. You think that you could cum from this feeling. As if he read your mind, Seungkwan pulls back from you the slightest bit to catch his breath. He looks down and you follow, both of you spotting the wet spot that you left on his crotch.

“Holy fuck,” he exclaims, eyes wide. His eyes drift towards your own shorts, seeing how they cling to your soaking wet pussy. His heavy gaze almost makes your legs buckle underneath you.

“No panties, either?” he looks into your eyes as his fingers grip even tighter onto your hips. You shake your head bashfully, secretly loving the decision you made that caused him to react like this.

“So you planned this…” Seungkwan begins, lifting his hands to gently pull down the thin straps of your tank top. “You waited for me, pussy all wet and waiting to be fucked. You need me to help you, right baby?”

He pulls the front of your tank top down so that your sensitive tits are exposed, waiting for your answer. While you stare at him, breathing heavily, he pulls the fabric over your head and throws it to the floor.

“That’s… you’re right. I need you to fuck me,” you say shakily. He smiles, placing a hand on your chin and kissing you sweetly.

“I know. I’ll take care of you, my needy girl.”

He quickly strips off his own shirt, not giving you a chance to admire his body before he lifts you up by the hips and places you on the counter behind you. His hands work quickly and slide your thin shorts down your legs, smirking at the wet spot he sees on them.

Seungkwan kneels onto the floor, spreading your legs before him and swallowing at the sight of your swollen cunt. Without a word, he spreads your folds with his thumbs and licks at your wet entrance.

You feel your whole body react to the touch, your pussy twitching in pleasure. He focuses on your hole, letting his tongue circle it and gently lick at it. You moan his name loudly and scramble to place your hands on his broad shoulders.

“Oh shit,” you exclaim when he moves on to suck on your sensitive clit. You can feel it throbbing. He flicks his tongue on it, simultaneously slipping two fingers inside of you. Your pussy takes them in easily with how aroused you are. He doesn’t take long before he begins fucking you with his fingers against your g-spot.

“Seungkwan,” you whimper and move one of your hands to thread through his blonde hair. “Your mouth is amazing.”

He moans and you watch his eyes close as he continues to tongue your clit and slide his fingers in and out of you, drawing loud sounds from your throat. You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly, but you want to wait on it.

“Gonna cum, Kwan,” you breathe out. “But I wanna cum when you’re inside of me.”

Seungkwan pauses his actions, pulling his fingers out and licking up the remaining wetness all over your cunt.

“You taste so good, I could do this every day for the rest of my life,” he sighs before putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean. The lewd display makes your pussy clench around nothing. Your eyes are then drawn to the clear outline of his erection in his sweatpants, and you swear you can feel your mouth begin to water.

Before he can say anything, you slide down from the counter to stand in front of him and pull him into a deep kiss. You pull back and lean into his neck.

“I want to suck your cock,” you whisper into his ear and run a hand down his chest, stopping to grope his hard cock through the fabric. He groans and places a hand on your ass, giving it a squeeze.

“Be my guest, pretty girl,” he replies with a small smile that makes your heart skip a beat. You nod, carefully dropping down to your knees in front of him. Your fingers find the waistband of both his pants and underwear, pulling them down at the same time. His erection springs free and you almost moan at the sight of his thick, throbbing cock.

“You look like you wanna eat me,” Seungkwan says with a small laugh that makes you grin.

“Maybe I do,” you reply teasingly as you wrap a hand around him. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

His length twitches in your hand at your words and you wink up at him before licking the precum leaking from his tip. He groans quietly and places a hand on your head. You continue by running your tongue down his shaft, before lifting his cock and licking his balls.

You slide your mouth back up, and then fully wrap your lips around the head of his length to work your tongue over it. The sounds coming from Seungkwan’s mouth are making it hard for you to focus, but you continue nonetheless.

“Fuck,” he breathes out when you finally take his cock inside your mouth. You take him in as much as you can handle, feeling his hand rub your head soothingly. His length slides in and out of your mouth as he continues to moan your name.

“You’re doing so well, you look so pretty,” he begins to ramble desperately while you speed up your motions. Your watery eyes look up into his and you feel his hips stutter against you. You take your mouth off his cock, using your hand to rub your spit up and down the shaft.

Before you can continue, Seungkwan gently pulls you away from his cock and up so you can stand. Suddenly, his hands wrap around your body and he pulls you close to him.

“I need to be inside of you right now, baby,” he says, voice raspy. You nod, letting him spin you around and put you into position facing the counter. You turn your head to the side, watching him.

“Do you have a condom?” you ask, ready to offer one if he didn’t. He nods and bends over to reach into his sweatpants pocket. The sight makes you giggle.

“So if you brought one, doesn’t that mean you planned for this to happen?” you say with a teasing pout, making Seungkwan smile.

“You aren’t the only one who’s been thinking about this,” he replies with a kiss on your head. You watch him roll the condom on his cock, excited to feel him inside of you.

He places his hands on your waist, pulling your ass towards him. Your back arches to give him easier access. Giving you a playful spank, he begins lining his cock up and then slowly slides inside of you.

The two of you moan in unison as Seungkwan enters your pussy in one thrust. You clench around him, pulling a string of curses from his lips. Your insides feel so full that you can’t help but lean forward to rest your dazed head against the surface in front of you.

“I want you to wreck me,” you tell him shakily, feeling delirious from the pleasure spreading throughout your body. “Just fuck me, please?”

“Fuck,” Seungkwan curses as he begins moving, taking no time to be gentle. “I can feel how much your pussy loves my cock.”

You gasp and lay your front half against the counter, your arms shaking from the grip you have on the edge. The cold material against your sensitive nipples multiplies the feeling.

“You like getting fucked like this by a stranger, hmm?” he towers over your back and whispers in your ear. “I know you wanted my cock since the first time you saw me.”

You nod wildly, trying to whine out an affirmative answer. Seungkwan’s pace is brutal, but you love it. His words send a thrill down your spine, because you know that he’s right. You did secretly want him the first time you laid eyes on him.

His pace slows down and he begins fucking you slow and deep, pushing every inch of himself against your walls. His hands run softly up and down your body, contrasting how overwhelmed you feel. He slowly pulls his cock out of you, and then slides it back in.

“Hear how soaked your pussy is?” he asks in a cocky tone. Your cunt twitches around him and he begins thrusting faster. “Who are you this wet for?”

“Y-you,” you moan out desperately. “It’s all for you.”

Seungkwan hums, satisfied with your answer. He gives your ass another slap before pulling out of you completely. A surprised gasp leaves you and you look back at him, eyes pleading silently. His hand caresses your face as he rubs a thumb against your cheek.

“You look so pretty like this, all needy and desperate,” he says with a sigh. “It would be fun to leave you here like this just to hear you beg.”

“Seungkwan,” you reply in pure shock. You turn your body around to face him and his lustful expression makes your blood run hot. At this point, all you want is him inside of you.

“Please…” you begin as you push your self back up onto the counter, sitting and spreading your legs wide open. You hook your arms under your knees to push them apart and fully display your swollen cunt to the man in front of you.

Seungkwan’s eyes roam over you, making you feel even more exposed. Without saying a word, he steps forward to lean over your body. He positions himself so that the head of his cock barely rubs against your slick pussy.

“Beg for it,” he says with a vicious smirk.

You lay your head back, focusing on the barely-there feeling of stimulation on your clit. Pride be damned, you need him inside you immediately. You prop your upper body on your elbows and look him in the eyes.

“I’ve been fantasizing about you fucking me since I met you,” you tell him, beginning to slowly wrap your legs around his waist. “I’ve been good for you, please?”

His eyelids lower and you watch his Adam’s apple move as he swallows. You finally feel him push into you, stretching you out again.

“You’re my good little slut now, right?” Seungkwan breathes out. “My pretty fucktoy.”

You moan unabashedly, your walls tightening around his fully sheathed cock. Your whole body heats up with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.

“Yes, yes, I’m all yours, Seungkwan,” you admit with a whine. He grunts in response and tightly grips onto your thighs, spreading your legs as much as possible. As he continues thrusting, he leans down to take one of your sensitive nipples in his mouth and sucks hard. The added stimulation has you groaning, your cunt twitching wildly around him.

“Want you to cum around my cock, sweetie, okay?” he commands and quickens his pace, bringing a hand down to your clit to rub on it.

Your whole body tenses at the contact and you shudder. His lewd groans reverberating in your ear make your head spin and you instinctively wrap your legs even tighter around his waist.

“Cum inside me, p-please, Seungkwan,” you breathe out and he fucks you harder into the counter in response. His fingers quickly stroke your sensitive clit, bringing you to the brink of satisfaction.

You let the pleasure roll over your body in waves, your climax hitting you hard. In the midst of cumming you can feel Seungkwan’s cock throb and twitch as he spills his release into the condom. A soft whine leaves your throat as you feel the warmth radiating inside you.

He lets out a shaky breath, resting his forehead on your shoulder and placing his hands on your back to pull you closer. You sigh contentedly in his arms and close your eyes, waiting to make a move as you catch your breath.

After a few silent moments, Seungkwan hums as he gently pulls out of you, keeping his grip on you so you don’t fall backwards.

“Can I take you to bed?” he asks in a soft voice, taking your face in his hands. You feel your heart swell and you nod.

He smiles and pulls back from you to take the condom off and dispose of it — into your kitchen garbage. You scrunch your face without thinking and he laughs.

“Sorry, it was the nearest trash can,” he says and kisses you on the forehead.

He lifts you up off the counter and carries you bridal style out of the kitchen, finding his way to your bedroom. Your mind wanders to think about how messy your room is and how you should’ve cleaned more earlier.

“Sorry it’s messy in here,” you tell him, letting out a yawn. He flicks the light on and smiles down at you.

“Do you really think I care?” the blonde replies in a teasing voice. “I just fucked you on your kitchen counter.”

“Gross!” you say with a gasp and lightly smack him on the arm.

He lays you down onto your sheets, quickly finding a blanket and throwing it on top of you to tuck you in. His gaze wanders around your room, looking around as if he’s trying to get to know you just by your decor.

You find his hand, intertwining your fingers with his to bring his attention back to you.

“Seungkwan, will you stay the night?” you ask him with a squeeze of his hand. It’s unlike you to put your heart on the line for someone you’ve known so shortly, but it somehow feels right.

After a beat of silence, he brings your hand to his lips and kisses it.

“Anything for you.”

#seungkwan x reader #boo seungkwan x reader #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #svt x reader #svt smut

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onlyseokmins · 10 months

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"teach 'em"

Titling, tagging, and adding to my masterlist bc I don't think it deserves to get lost in my thot tags only... But it's informal af hehe

was thinking about loser!chan (again) who's like a 2.5 on the virgin (1) to whore (10) scale.

your new boyfriend is a sweetheart. he has the prettiest eye smile and he's uber talented. you love to see the passion when he's dancing and the strong bond between his older friends that are like brothers to him. that very same energy carries over to how he takes care of you. he's always fussing over your well-being and checking in on you in a non-intrusive way. you adore him.

bonus points for the foreplay before sex being hot and heavy. he's a fabulous kisser and he even has a great dick that feels equally as great when he's inside of you.

so why is he still a loser?

because his stroke game is sloppy at best and unfulfilling at worst, the latter happening much too often than you even want to admit to yourself - let alone him. which is shocking considering the way you've seen him hip thrust on stage.

it's just that you feel so freaking good squeezing around him and - oh fuck, oh no! - he's cumming way too soon again. you know this by how often he tells you, letting out a heavenly sob of "thank you for having the best pussy pussy in the world," and "thank you for letting me stick my dumb dick inside."

honestly, you're awfully flattered he has trouble retaining any control over himself. there's something quite intimate about the ropes of his release warming up your womb, still full of his softening cock as he grunts and babbles grateful praises in your ear.

but that doesn't eliminate the fact that you've only memorably cum once after the multiple rounds of sex you two have shared. and the reason you even did in the first place was by wrapping your legs around his hyper-thrusting hips, trying to keep him aligned to continuously hit that one spot with the enlarged head of his cock that had your toes curling.

and just as you're about to hit that peak climax - chan cums first - of course. but it's alright, you're almost there. gummy inner walls spasming around his pulsating cock while he whines at the sensitivity. what finally tips you over that much-needed edge is the warm dampness pooling in your clavicle - your sweet channie so pussy-drunk he's drooling on and over you. only a fool wouldn't forgive him for any of his blunders. though it is your first achieved orgasm with him, you're elated that he possesses some capability of making you cum.

but that was a good month (or more) ago and it's high time that you have that deep conversation with your loving boyfriend. and he's as remorseful as expected. in fact, you think he's near tears at the fear of you breaking up with him over this.

you aren't - obviously. he's perfect in every way, he just needs to learn how to use his dick better to please someone. and it certainly piques your interest when he cusses a certain someone out under his breath while running a distressed hand through his hair.

"what did you just say?"

"um... that it's all cheol's fault."

oh. so your boyfriend's technique actually sucks only because he had a bad teacher. not because he's inherently bad at sex. it doesn't quite add up though, because seungcheol is allegedly the famed fuckboi of the century and self-rated an 11 on the virgin to whore scale...

"call him."

"what?"

"i need to conduct some research."

so chan does as he's told, dialing the bane of your existence because you've never truly gotten along with that competitive, cocky son of a bitch from your graduating class.

"hello?"

"what would you do to make me cum?"

your boyfriend looks so mortified you're pleasantly surprised he hasn't passed out or hung up already. and seungcheol is either too stunned to speak or silently gloating before he finally replies, "darling i think you called the wrong number... with the phone of the one you're supposed to be talking to about this. are you drunk? where's that little boyfriend of yours?"

"i'm not drunk," you roll your eyes hard enough so he can hear it in the tone you always use with him. "and he's not little."

"could've fooled me."

"i'm sure you would know how big he is since you supposedly were the one who taught him all he knows."

seungcheol snorts. "guessing he's not able to satisfy you with that so-called big dick of his."

"i dunno, i think it's 'cause he had a shit-ass teacher. tell me, have you ever made someone orgasm before? like for real?"

"not anyone with the kind of attitude you have." there's some shuffling in the background. "brats like you... well, they - you - don't deserve it."

"gosh, you're so irritating." you spit out before smiling kindly at chan, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "hey, cheol... i think you're avoiding my question so you should come and show us how good your methods really are. and maybe you can make me cum along the way with such stellar teachings."

and then you hang up.

"i-i - " chan stutters, "if he's gonna come down... i m-mean... i'll study harder for you, baby - "

"relax," you press a finger to his lips and then smirk when there are two sharp bangs resonating outside your shared apartment, "looks like our sulky upstairs resident decided to grow a pair."

your boyfriend sighs. "couldn't resist, could he?"

sure enough, when you open the door - there stands your nemesis - choi seungcheol.

he glares, daring to try and look at you with a hint of disdain as if he isn't the one who has a light sheen of sweat on his forehead after running down the steps rather than wait for the elevator. impatient as always, along with a growing bulge in his sweatpants.

"wow... you came so fast!" you fake-clap to mock him further. "i always knew you and channie wanted to share me... trying to ruin my precious boyfriend's dick game 'cause you were jealous he got inside my tight, wet cunt that you always wanted first."

chan's mouth nervously opens and closes behind you and he gulps when the eldest of his friends gives him that look. "i-it wasn't my fault!"

you cling to his arm with a pout, eating up the way you can play off this game with the other man who's nothing but a menace.

"don't be mean to the love of my life, cheollie."

if the look shared between them hadn't already dampened your panties, they soaken even further when seungcheol's dark gaze lands back on you.

feral. hungry. wanting.

got him.

you've always had him wrapped around your little finger anyways and he hated... loved... every moment of it.

"on the bed. naked. both of you. chan on top," he commands - no, demands - and you slide excited fingers down your boyfriend's forearm and take him by the hand, skipping to the bedroom.

while getting into said position, you both start giggling at the realization while whispering words of love to each other that has seungcheol rolling his eyes because it feels like he's already forgotten.

he flops dramatically on the ottoman by the bed and loudly says, "alright young 'un. go ahead and start su - "

"i want you to fuck me, channie. please put your huge dick in my needy pussy... i'm dripping..." and then you whisper in his ear, "all for you, promise."

"shit," your boyfriend - ever the good listener - rubs his tip along your entrance in awe before sliding in with a whine, "you're ruining the bedsheets already..."

"ah please, ruin me."

"fuck, baby you're gonna ruin me."

seungcheol's eyebrow twitches. so does his cock. "hold on a sec, you're going too fast - "

"faster! destroy my cunt with your large cock! i love your fat cock in me so much."

you cling to chan's shoulder blades as he gets lost once more in the rhythmic pulses of your walls perfectly massaging his leaking dick. the extra presence in the room no longer even a thought with his erratic, achingly desperate thrusts. though you're trying to coach and egg him on as usual, he doesn't even need to be hitting your g-spot at this moment because you stare over his shoulder at a different set of brown eyes that shoot heat undeniably right to the center of your core.

seungcheol's jaw is clenched, a hand over his own hard-on. either to hide the pre-cum starting to stain his sweats and/or reluctantly giving in that he's enjoying this more than anyone could even think.

unfortunately, you're moaning so loudly over and over again about the thick, wonderful, ginormous cock (so true) of your beloved boyfriend that he's getting irked again and hates how it's kind of killing his mood.

"that's just 'cause you haven't seen mine yet," he grumbles.

scratching at chan's back, you sneer at the bitter observer. "fine, by the bed. naked." you mimic his tone, if not some of his words, from before. "let me see that prized fuckboi cock you're so proud of."

and soon enough you have one impressively large cock in one hand and your boyfriend about ready to coat your pussy with his cum.

and even sooner, you have two men on their backs for you - one weeping (and his poor dick too) from the overstimulation and the other nearly tearing your ruined bedsheets because you are so insistent on (meanly) edging him with your cruel grip on his large cock.

"fuck you," seungcheol huffs.

"you wish," you bite back and seat yourself back on chan hearing his telltale whimper. making sure to catch the final weak spurts of his cum in your greedy cunt.

let's just say with seungcheol's lack of assistance but much needed presence, you work on effectively teaching not only your darling boyfriend how to please his partner but also the fake fuckboi that might just join your sexy sessions from now on.

if not to learn from the real pro, then definitely in the hopes that one day he might get to touch, taste, or fuck even the tip of his cock in your pussy he's been fantasizing about for years.

#Wow thought abt this last night and worked on it between meetings lol it got so long!#>:)#ez.thots #dino.thots #cheol.thots #svt.thots #svt smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #smut #seungcheol smut #scoups smut #dino smut #lee chan smut

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Touch

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The man has beautiful hands. That’s all this post is about, his hands.

Warnings: Smutty slutty thots, dom bucky, degrading kinks, dumbification kink, dirty dirty talking, sweet fluff, jealous/ protective Bucky

His hands when he’s rough and dominant

He finds you with your hand between your legs, spread out naked on his bed. He’s been away for a mission and it’s been too long, you couldn’t wait any more, your hands are not the same but you needed something. You nearly cry as soon as he fills you up, giving you everything you had craved for weeks, his hands all over you.

Calloused. Rough. His finger tips digging into your skin, gripping onto your hips each time he grabs you so he can slam you down onto his cock. You love the bruises he’s going to leave behind, a sore and pretty reminder of how he satisfies you. He grabs every inch of your body, tugging it close to him so you can feel him inside and out, keeping your ass high in the air so he can spank you, the sound of his palm striking your soft flesh piercing through the air.

He’s carding his hands through your hair gently, just to yank your hair back, tugging it as leverage so he can look at your fucked out face as he rails you from behind. Your jaw is slack, nearly drooling on yourself as he pounds you harder, the other hand on your shoulder, keeping you from running away.

Don’t run from me baby, you wanted this remember?

Thought you wanted daddy’s cock to ruin you, huh? Isn’t that what you begged for princess?

Touching yourself like a needy little baby when I’m away? Well I’m back now sweetheart, shouldn’t have tried to replace me with those pathetic toys of yours

When your arms give out, he doesn’t waste any time manhandling you so your on your back, shoving his cock back in, your legs locking around his waist. His hand holds both your wrists above your head while the other caresses your face, smirking at how desperate you look.

His thumb slips past your lips, letting you suck, reducing your moans to pathetic little whimpers as he shoves it further into your mouth, his cock growing harder each time you bite down on him, nearly choking.

Did daddy fuck you stupid baby?

Dumb little princess playing with herself, what did I tell you about that, you couldn’t wait could you doll. Rubbing yourself all over my bed like a slut, getting my sheets wet?

Couldn’t even bother with clothes huh, you had to take all your clothes off so you could fuck yourself and play with your pretty little clit with your legs spread? You were waiting for cock huh, desperate dumb baby

Isn’t this what you wanted sweets? To suck on daddy’s thumb while he makes you cum on his cock over and over again? Look at you, drooling all over, making a mess all over the place, soaking my bed with your cum

Can feel you squeezing me, God you’re such a dirty little slut, m’gonna cum balls deep in you and keep you nice and full all night, don’t worry princess, you just keep sucking daddy’s thumb while he takes care of you

Soft love making with his hands

He’s in this mood during the most mundane times of the day. When you’re in sweats, lounging around, watching a movie. Or Curled up in bed with his shirt on. Or wearing nothing but his Henley, doing some dishes after you cooked and ate together. He loves that you’re all his and he has a life with you. He plucks you up from what ever your doing, all clothes thrown off so he can show you how much he loves you in bed. When he’s soft and loving, he’s running his hands all over your body.

He wants to feel every bit of you, slipping his fingers into you, stroking your silky walls with the pads of his long fingers, curling and pumping them, while he thumb presses down onto your clit. He rubs your sensitive bundle, the other hand stroking your hair while he keeps his eyes locked with yours, he wants to make you feel so good, fingering you faster, letting his palm bounce off your clit.

Squeezing my fingers pretty girl, that feel good?

You like the I curl them like that? You sound so beautiful baby, go a head and cum baby, I got you

You want me to play with your clit sweets? Just like that? I know you like that baby, love making you feel so good princess

I’ll give you my cock babygirl, cum for me doll and I’ll fill you up so nice

When he pushes inside you, his body weight is on you, his forehead resting against yours. He’s stroking your thigh in motion with the rock of his hips, gliding them over your ass, squeezing your soft flesh gently. He’s careful not to mark you with bruises, grabbing you and holding you; he’s forever in disbelief you’re all his. His hands are rubbing all over your body; your waist, arms, thighs, stroking your cheeks, cupping your breasts, gently toying with your nipples.

You feel so good baby, softest, sweetest body ever

I love you, you know that? Can’t believe I get to have all this with you, you complete me

You’re so perfect baby, made for me, inside and out, my gorgeous girl making me feel so good. I love the sounds you make for me doll, don’t hold back, lemme hear how good I make you feel

You gonna cum angel? Let go sweetheart, m’right there with you, it’s s’good, wanna cum for you

Cum with me baby, together yeah? M’gonna cum with you, wanna fill you up while you squeeze my cock, it’s gonna feel so good baby, go a head and cum with me angel, let’s cum together, please, fuck

F-feels good baby, fuck you’re milking me so good, could make love to you for days, yes fuck yes, choke my cock while I cum in your baby

Don’t wanna pull out of you doll, just lemme stay like this, I love you, God I love you so much

His hands making you feel better

There are few things that help you feel better when you’re sick or have cramps. His hands are one of them. His hands are so gentle when you’re in pain, careful when he touches you, wanting to comfort and take care of you. He slips his hand under your shit so he can rub your tummy, his wide palm splayed across your skin. He feels warm to the touch, soothing away any discomfort along with his smooth voice in your ear.

You feel okay sweets? Did you need me to get anything for you?

M’gonna be here with you all day baby, not going anywhere, I got you

Tell me where it hurts doll, let me help you

When you feel a wave of pain, he lets you squeeze his hand, the metal one soothing and stroking your back while you whimper, keeping your face buried in the crook of his neck. His hand is firm, strong, years of combat allowing you to grip onto him with out hurting him while he comforts you.

It’s okay bubba, you can hold and squeeze my hand as much as you need to

My poor babygirl, did you want me to get the heating pad?

You want me to give you a massage doll? Will that help you feel better?

His hands are firm, his thumbs and fingers working at your tensed body, pressing into the muscles of your neck to your back, slowly working down. He goes all the way down to your feet, kneading and rubbing the arches of your foot, while gazing at you as if you hung the moon and stars, each satisfied sigh making his heart swell.

Jealous and Protective Bucky’s fists

Unforgiving. Unrelenting.

When someone gets too close for his liking, his hands squeeze your waist, pulling you to his side possessively. He doesn’t like the way others look at you, especially because he knows they’re undressing you with their eyes. His hands grab you by the wrist, tugging you onto his lap, stroking the exposed skin of your thigh though the slit of your dress like a predator claiming its territory.

His eyes bore into anyone that looks at you for too long, his hands dancing along you body to show them exactly where you belong, his lips trailing along your neck.

Usually that enough to tell someone to back off but no always.

The guy is still trying to flirt with you though you politely decline. Bucky can’t help the pang that hits his chest hearing the guy tell you he could be a better match and take better care of you. Still, he clenches his hands to himself, reminding himself that you love him. Right?

If someone tried to push those boundaries more, trying to brush by you while you grab a drink at the bar or put their hands on you in any way, grabbing our ass as they walk by, Bucky sees red.

No one touches you.

You can see the veins swell across his hand, his knuckles white from the way his balls his fist, unable to stop himself any longer. He doesn’t use his metal hand, no. He uses his right hand, happy to feel every bit of cartilage cracking as he pushes the guys jaw, unbothered by the way his skin stings from the cuts bleeding out. He lands another few blows, taking out a few teeth before he lets the guy drop, immediately going back to check on you.

He doesn’t even notice the bruises on his hand, gently holding you instead, making sure the guy didn’t hurt you. You pull him away to your shared bedroom, seating him down while you grab some disinfectant and wipes, reassuring him you’re fine, he’s the one that needs to be taken care of.

You kiss each of his bruises between cleaning the cuts across his skin, his hand still red and throbbing, you can tell from the way he’s biting on his lip, it hurts. This time it’s you comforting him, reminding him you're all his, that you love every bit and piece of him.

Does it hurt baby? I’ll be careful, just let me care of you

I love when you protect me baby, no one makes me feel safer than you, I love when you take care of me

My perfect soldier always protecting and looking out for me, you’re the one I want Bucky, no one else

I don’t love anyone else the way I love you baby, you’re everything to me

Were you jealous my sweet bubba, you know you had no reason to be, I’m always yours

All his. Damn right.

He has you whining and withering in his lap moments later, his rough fingers buried deep in your cunt, his metal ones down your throat, reminding you exactly who you belong to. He’s going to mark and claim you with his mouth cock and hands until you’re covered in him, bruised by him, smell like him.

I know you’re all mine pretty girl, that’s why you’re crying with my fingers in this little pussy and not his

Bet he wished he could get you moaning and soaked the way I do huh, desperate for your sweet cunt

But it’s all mine, only I get to touch this perfect body and feel every inch of your skin, fuck’n feel the inside of you too

You know how good you feel on my fingers baby? How silky and sensitive your walls are when I finger you like this?

And mere seconds later, he has you naked and splayed out for him, he cock pounding in you, his hands all over, possessiveness fueling every spank and tug, marking you with his entire body.

Remind daddy who you belong to baby, scream for me, let everyone know whose cock makes you cry

Go a head and cum princess, make a mess on this dick, it’s all yours baby, got you crying and squealing, wetting the bed, squirting and soaking my balls

Louder baby, I want others to touch themselves over how pretty you sound, wishing they could have you like this

That’s my good girl, all mine.

All fucking mine.

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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Jake fucking you so dumb that you drool, he’s swiping it up with his thumb and pressing it back into your mouth then asking you to open up so he can spit in your mouth

jake’s broad arms are planted firmly either side of you, completely and utterly caging you in. he swipes up your drool with his thumb as it falls like water from your parted lips. he traces the line of your bottom lip and the corner of your mouth before slipping his thumb inside of your mouth.

you instinctively wrap your lips around jake’s thumb and hum, eagerly sucking it down. you use it as an anchor to ground yourself as jake fucks you dumber and dumber.

“good girl,” jake coos from above you, with a small chuckle. “take your own filth back into your mouth.”

he loves watching every muscle and line in your face contort as you react to his touch.

“now, open up.”

jake removes his thumb from your mouth with a pop and another string of your drool is connected from the pad of his thumb to your bottom lip.

your eyebrows furrow and you slur incoherently, “b- but i thought you just spat in my mouth?”

in your fucked out haze you had mistaken your own drool for jake’s spit. your skull felt like it was full of cotton and you were dizzy, the only sensations being jake’s cock rutting slow and steady along your sweet spot.

“awh, sweets. have i fucked you that stupid already?” you whine at jake’s condescending tone and he laughs back in your face, squeezing firmly on your cheeks. his tone switches up instantly and it’s laced with venom.

“i won’t repeat myself. open. up, doll.”

hehe thank you so much for these wonderful thots my dear anons! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin #sebs masterlist #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman x you #jake hangman x y/n #hangman x y/n #hangman x you #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader

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queenofsimpsblog · 1 year

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griot - shuri x reader

A/N: LMAO I GOT THIS IDEA IN THE SHOWER AND I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS SO I DECIDED TO WRITE IT

is the idea dumb? yes. is it gonna flop? maybe. am i still gonna write it? fuck yeah!!

dedicated to @locoforshuri i think ur really cool and i think you might like this so please read it my mutual bb <3

you waddled your way into shuri’s lab. being 4 months pregnant, you became extra clingy than usual and your hormones were all over the place. you figured spending some time with shuri might calm you down a bit.

you walked in and instantly noticed shuri’s frustrated state. you saw the images displayed on the blue screen in front of her, and remembered that this was the project she’d been stressing on a lot lately. it was a security system for the palace. she wanted to reinforce the building as you’d be welcoming a child soon, and wanted to keep it safe so that no harm would ever come to your child.

her muscles were tensed. you slowly walked up to her and covered her eyes with your palms. “guess who?”

“oh, is that riri?”

you swiftly moved your hands from her eyes to slap her on the arm. she giggled and turned around to give you a hug, mindful of your growing baby belly.

“hello, my love. i missed you. and you.” she said, moving down to kiss your baby bump.

“i saw how worked up you looked. wanna take a break and get some ice cream?”

“i’d love to, but i’m almost done with this algorithm. just wait for about half an hour? i promise i’ll be done after that!”

you sighed but nodded. shuri smiled widely and gave you a long, passionate kiss before turning back to her work station. you waddled to one of the couches in the lab and sat down, picking up a magazine on the table next to you to pass time.

after half an hour was up, shuri was almost done with the algorithm, but then accidentally hit the delete button instead of save.

“damnit! griot, can you retrieve the algorithm i just deleted?”

“it appears the recently deleted folder has glitched for some reason. i don’t think i’ll be able to access it.”

“oh for bast’s sake!! i did not design you to be this incompetent!!”

for some reason, hearing shuri yell at griot triggered something in you. you started crying and walked up to shuri, grabbing the end of the table as you tried to stabilise yourself.

“griot, can you hear me?” you sobbed out.

“yes, queen y/n.”

“i’m sorry shuri is being mean to you. she doesn’t mean it. she’s actually really sweet. she’s just a little stressed out right now, with a baby on the way and this thing she’s been working on for so long. i promise she didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

shuri was never more confused in her entire life. she knew your mood swings were severe and unpredictable. but this?

what made the situation even weirder is that griot started crying too.

“i do everything panther asks for, and it’s never enough. i know i make mistakes sometimes, but all algorithms glitch!”

the sight was hilarious. just you and griot sobbing together. shuri figured out that there was a bug in her system so she resolved that to make griot stop sobbing.

at first, she didn’t know how to calm you down. but then she realised what she had to do.

“griot.” she cleared her throat.

“yes, panther?” by now griot stopped sobbing and spoke clearly.

“i apologise for my rude behaviour. even though you’re an ai and have no feelings, i must still speak to you nicely. i hope we can move on from this and still work together?”

“of course, panther. no hard feelings.”

you stopped crying after that and wiped your cheeks. you smiled at shuri.

“see, griot? i told you she’s really sweet.”

“what’s sweeter is the ice cream we’re about to have. my lady?” shuri extends her hand and you take it, walking out of the lab together, talking about which flavour of ice cream you’re gonna get and what toppings you’re gonna ask for.

*lil bonus scene cuz you guys deserve it*

when the lab is emptied out, griot plays thot shit by megan thee stallion and quietly sings along.

“i’m a bad bitch”

BAHAHAHAH I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF THE ENTIRE TIME WRITING THIS AND I HOPE I MADE YALL SMILE TOO

#shuri x reader #shuri x black reader #shuri so fine #griot has feelings too #black panther #wakanda forever #i have no regrets this is hilarious #we need more comedic fan fics on this app #my baby deserves to laugh #queen of simps does it again

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terrainofheartfelt · 2 years

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dan nate blair for the character ask game if you haven't gotten them yet

Dan & Blair: answered 💛

Natie:

#natie 💫💫💫#he’s my sweet dumb thot my blorbo sunflower #and for me the ‘everyone but me is wrong about them’ includes me and the mutuals 💜#ty cherry ♥️#asks #blairwaldcrf

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evansbby · 2 years

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Ari only letting you ride him when you're pregnant and he's always just moving your hips over you with his huge hands - grinding your clit into his pubic hairs and since you're so sensitive you just keep squirting all over him. Oh and when your titties start leaking - you already know he's sucking on them for dear life which makes you come even harder 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 I WANT THIS MAN SO BAD

YES. I’m so happy the husband!Ari who impregnates you (with twins😏) thots are back!! Everyone knows Ari would be the dilfiest husband ever and he’d always, always keep you pregnant and he’d be very protective😌

Warnings: daddy kink, breeding kink, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, just Ari bc he himself is a warning bye

“Daddy, I’m scared to be on top.” You confess to your husband when he places you on his lap, his hard dick standing erect between the two of you, “I’m not good enough or fast enough. Why can’t you be on top?”

“Because daddy doesn’t wanna hurt you, baby.” Ari explains to you slowly as if you’re a toddler. He leans down to kiss the curve of your belly, “But don’t worry your pretty little head. Daddy knows you’re just a baby and you don’t know how to do anything. I’ll do all the work, honey, don’t you worry.”

And he sits you down on his dick, and it goes in so deep from this angle and fills you up so good, you can’t help but moan as he begins to move your hips up and down, bouncing you on his dick at a mercilessly hard pace.

“Daddy, nngh, ugh, so good! D-Don’t stop!” You grip at his shoulders, his biceps, his chest hair, anything you can.

“My dumb little baby,” Ari coos, “Look at you, bouncing on my dick while you’re all round with my baby inside you. You love being full of me, don’t you honey? I just knocked you up and you’re probably dreaming of me doing it again, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Want your babies, want your babies so bad!” You whine, burying your face in the crook of his neck, smelling his masculine smell, arms wrapping tightly around him because he’s so big and strong and makes you feel so tiny and babyish.

“I know you do, honey. Daddy knows.” Ari squeezes your breasts, smiling wolfishly when they start to leak with your milk, “And look, baby, your body knows it too. Knows it’s time for you to feed your daddy just like you’ll be feeding our baby in a few months when you become a mommy.”

His words cause heat to rise up to your face. You’d begun lactating early, and it had embarrassed you so much when Ari had first “fed” from you, telling you it was completely normal and that all little girls let their daddies drink their milk.

But now, as you watch your husband’s mouth latch onto your leaking nipple, all you can do is throw your head back and moan, the sight so erotic and sensual. He sucks on your nipple like it’s his last meal, holding eye contact with you the entire time.

“So good, baby,” Ari murmurs against you, “Taste so sweet. You’re such a sweet little mommy, feeding your daddy like a good little girl. Cum for daddy, honey. I know you want to.”

His words are like magic, and you’re screaming his name and clutching him tightly as you squirt all over his dick, so overwhelmed with pleasure that you hug him close, crying for him as he ruts against you.

“My good little baby,” Ari praises you, “So, so good for me. Now let’s see how many more times daddy can make your baby pussy squirt while you ride me.”

I never wanted this to end and I know it’s long but this man will be the death of me what the fuck bye

#HAIDJSJZJAKA #OKAY!!!#ari levinson #ari drabble #chris evans #anon

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yourtamaki · 2 years

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sunny 🥺 I can’t stop thinking about sanji and how he loves to overstimulate you,,, not even in a sadistic way,, just likes to see you completely drunk on pleasure. anyways I am very sleepy and wanted to share this lil thot on main

oh,, oh my god,,,

your senses are slow to come back to you. the sound of your own breathing, ragged and shallow though you can hardly hear it over the blood pounding in your ears. a warm chest against your back, firm thighs beneath your trembling ones keeping you spread open. his cologne, woody and spiced, blends with the faded scent of tobacco that always lingers on him and your head spins as you breathe him in.

there’s nothing but sanji, sanji, sanji all around you, holding you to him while you come down from your high.

his hand comes up to cup your cheek and turn your head until you meet his gaze, the same hand that had just made you gush like it was nothing. you should cringe from the wetness that coats his fingers but instead the gentle hold he has on you only makes you feel wholly and utterly claimed.

“easy, angel, you’re okay. come back to me.”

“sanji,” your tongue feels too big in your mouth, muscles still tense and rigid. you’d be embarrassed at how dumb you must sound, how dumb you must look, if it wasn’t for the awe and reverence etched across his face. sanji looks at you like he could drink in the sight of you for a lifetime and still be left wanting more. his other hand rubs your thighs one by one, working them until they relax under his touch and leave you melting back against him.

“that was a big one, wasn’t it? how are you feeling?”

there’s something lurking in his voice, a misplaced worry that makes you sit up further to lean in and kiss him. one on his jaw, another on the corner of his mouth before your lips finally meet. sanji gives you so much, would serve you the moon and the stars on a silver platter if you asked him to, and yet he still wonders if he’s doing enough. it’s gotten easier over time to assuage those fears. now, a searing kiss is all it takes to chase away the doubt and bring him back to you.

“good. you always make me feel so good.”

the effect is instantaneous. the tension leaves him at all once, leaving him with only flushed cheeks and a familiar hungry glint in his eyes. you jerk when his hand starts to drift between your legs, where you somehow still ache for him to be. you try to glance down to watch but between his grip on your chin and all-consuming gaze, you’re pinned in place.

“are you ready for more, then?” a shudder runs through you at his tone, low and longing for your ears alone. you told him, once, when your relationship was a new, fragile thing made of spun glass that you felt guilty with all the pleasure he drowned you in.

“i don’t want to be greedy,” you’d said and the words were hardly out of your mouth before sanji took your hands in his and kissed your palms.

“angel,” he’d whispered into your hands, “you’re not the one being greedy.”

you didn’t understand back then what he had meant. but as he pushes two fingers back inside you and grinds the heel of his palm against your oversensitive clit, eyes boring into yours like he’s trying to commit every twitch and gasp to memory, you think you finally do.

lightening races up your spine, setting all your nerves alight as he works a third finger in and curls them until he’s working the same spot inside you that made you soak the bed not minutes before. it’s too much, too fast, and you can do nothing but stare up at sanji and take it.

“i know,” he says, “it feels better like this, doesn’t it? i’ve hardly done anything and you’re already so close.”

you let out a quiet whimper because he’s right. your orgasm was looming above you like a tsunami, threatening to crash down on you at any moment, and you clench down tight around him at the sweet reminder that sanji knows your body better than you do.

“don’t fight it, baby, it’s okay,” he leans in until your lips brush and you’re all but panting into each other’s mouths, “be a good girl and let go for me.”

the wave crashes over you and the world slips through your grasp as you’re pulled under. your cloud-stuffed mind is already floating away even as you twitch and kick while sanji helps you ride out the high. murmured words wash over you but it all seems so far away. instead, its all you can do to stretch out your senses and try to ground yourself back to the earth.

a warm chest against your back. cologne and tobacco in the air.

sanji, sanji, sanji.

#kat.💕#iruka’s wifey #sanji smut #one piece smut #sanji x reader #one piece x reader

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bokutosmochi · 2 years

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HIS SUGAR DADDY TENDENCIES ♡ NANAMI KENTO

nanami kento x fem!reader

what's it? suggestive

allergen warning/s? tease!nanami, hints of dumbification, oral fixation, spit's involved

sugar level? 0.5k

regulars? @hanayanetwork @takipnet @tokyometronetwork

parlor's note? i'm going through my nanami brainrot era as i'm writing this. please excuse my thots.

bon appetit!

"here," he says.

he's already dressed for work, hair all gelled up in the style he always does when he hands you his credit card.

"go buy some new sets for me, angel." he leans down to whisper into the shell of your ear. the gravel and timbre of his voice makes goosebumps rise on your skin, a shiver to run through your spine, and your pussy pitifully clench around nothing but air.

"what's the budget?" your voice is small and meek when you ask him the question, clearly affected by his actions and his words. there were plenty of tells that you were getting aroused already: the way you were breathing heavily, the way you shifted your weight from leg to leg making your thighs graze one another and giving you the friction you desired, to the way you to gulped when he did something as simple as quirk an eyebrow at you -- at the words that just left your mouth. and if you didn't have a firm grip on yourself like you did, you'd have a firm grip on his beige blazer -- a telltale side of want and lust from you that he knows all too well.

"no budget, baby. whatever you want, you get." he murmurs, large, warm hand tracing the side of your face, to your cheekbone, to your jawline, and finally to your lips. he did not need to say a word, you sucked two of his fingers - his index and his middle finger - into your mouth via your own accord, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around them, letting a soft moan escape you that made his slacks - that's probably more expensive than the rent fee in the apartment you lived in before moving in with him - tighten at once.

"how many d'you want?" the words were slightly muffled due to his digits in your mouth, but he could still understand what you asked just fine. and he threw you the same look he did a few seconds ago.

"dumb lil baby you are." he murmurs, but it's said saccharine sweet, as sweet as the doe eyes you stare up at him with. "as much as you want, darling. whatever your pretty little heart desires, alright? after all, it's a present for me as much as it is for you." he pulls his fingers from your mouth - a silky string of your saliva connects them even when doing so - and smears your spit all over your face, but you do not have it in you to complain, only whining at him in surprise. "when i come home tonight, i want to see you being a good little angel for me and wearing one of them to bed, alright? and prepare for me to wreak that pretty cunt of yours too.

and with that, he's gone off to work leaving you dripping wet, sleek, black card in hand for you to use as you desire.

i get: reblog

you get: a slice of blueberry cheesecake

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imdoingsortagay · 1 year

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request for valentines day celebration!! prompt 4, 6 and 12 with emo!wanda x reader. where wanda is trying to hint (kinda new avenger) reader that she’s likes them 🤭🤭 fluffy emo!wanda is my fave

The secret admirer

warnings: fluff , mention of some avengers, stucky ( being gay for a bit)

a/n: mwah enjoy <3

“ Looks like someone got some new things from their secret admirer,” Natasha says as she walks into the kitchen, met with the view of some of the prettiest bouquets of flowers accompanies by a fresh plate of french toast.

“ Roses are red, violets are blue, I know I can't rhyme, but I want to date you,” you read aloud to her, smiling a bit at the cheesy pickup line the person left for you.

In the past couple of weeks, someone in the compound had been leaving things for you, planning it when you least expect it and you haven’t been able to figure it out.

“ There are flowers in the front of your door y/n”

“Who from?” you ask her, reading some papers from a meeting.

“I think that you have a secret admirer.” Natasha taunts as she brings the flowers to your room, confused as to why someone would leave flowers. Being past widows, neither of you were even aware that people did this but you took the flowers in your room for a pop of color.

“ Are you sure that you didn’t send these Natty? I promise to let you down easy if you do” you jokingly tell her.

“ Oh sweet y/n,” Natasha starts off,” I think we’ve established that the only chance that I’d consider to date you is if you were the only other person on earth”.

“ Ouch Romanoff, my heart,” you dramatically say. Both of you had been good friends, meeting each other in the red room, escaping together, and now in a team together protecting the planet from any sort of threats. All this time together meant that you only saw her as a best friend which both of you were fine with as Natasha had her eyes set on a certain agent at shield.

“ You are you dumb y/n-”

“ Calling me dumb Natty? Says the one who-”

“ Hello to both of you,” Wanda says as she walks into the kitchen, looking at the bouquet of flowers on the counter while she witnesses both of her teammates bicker like children.

The younger brunette tries her best to hide her smile as you observe the flowers.

What you didn’t know was that Wanda had been the one who was leaving you all of these messages, too shy to admit the feelings that she had for you with a fear of being rejected. A quick google search leads to her leaving presents in your room, and kitchen but you seem to struggle that it’s her. Wanda even left a bit of clue that might help but even those don’t seem to help.

“ So who got the cute flowers?” Wanda curiously asks, looking at the amazing job the florist did with choosing flowers related to love. The roses and tulips bring life to the boring kitchen.

Natasha out of boredom decides the moment to be quiet to look at the conversation between you too. In her own little investigation, everyone on the team besides Wanda and Sam were the two people left as to who the fuck was sending you all of these things. She assumed at first, Tony would do something like this because he has money to spend for days and he denied it. Bruce only saw you as a friend, Clint has a whole family with kids that he’s very happy to deal with, and Bucky has something going on with Steve that she’ll have to investigate another time while sweet Thot’s heart seemed to belong to Jane foster.

Wanda seemed to forget that Natasha was in the kitchen with you too as she giggles at the little jokes you throw into the conversation, failing badly at trying to hide the crush but can you blame her if she doesn’t have any sort of experience with it?

“ y/n you are too funny,” Wanda says placing her hand on your shoulder, wondering if the article on dating is doing the trick to woo you,” always making me laugh”. All Natasha can do is cringe, feeling bad for the younger redhead with her very terrible attempt at flirting. A couple more attempts at flirting, some jokes made by Wanda, and more awkwardness before you leave the kitchen to make your way to train with Clint. Wanda was about to leave as well to try to get the next set of items ready when she was stopped by her teammates who was smiling like crazy, holding in her laughter.

Now all the cheesy sticky notes left for you make sense now.

“ Natasha,” she starts off.

“ Witchy that was some of the worst flirting I’ve ever seen-” Natasha says before laughing.

“ It’s not that bad Nat, have you seen whatever the fuck Bucky and Steve have been doing?” She asks, a little embarrassed that even the black widow knows about her crush on you.

“ I did not expect you out of all people to send my y/n those gifts, the only thing that confirmed it was the flirting. Also those pickup lines are so cheesy where did you even get them?”.

“ not the point,” Wanda tells her before trying to look in the fridge for food but the mighty black widow stops her. Though Wanda can use her powers to just move her, it’s too early to be doing that and she’d have to be lectured by Stark about the use of her powers to mess with people.

“ It’s been a couple of weeks now Wanda, so when do you plan on telling y/n about your feelings before I don’t know, they just get tired of all the gifts?” Natasha asks the younger woman. They might not be as close but she would hate to see the young woman heartbroken after all of the things that she’s experienced in life so far. At that moment she decided it would be a good idea to help her out with stuff like this.

“ Would you help me out, Natasha? I know that we aren’t close but you know y/n better than anyone and I just want to make this as perfect as possible, like I know that it’s alot to ask so take all of the -”

“ I’ll help you out witchy with your crush and reveal,” Natasha says which elicited a smile from Wanda. Using what she learned from Sam and Bucky, Wanda holds out her hand to give the older woman in front of her a fist bump instead of a hug but she is relieved when Natasha fistbumps her.

“ One more week and I’ll make sure y/n will know about your crush,” Natasha ensure her teammate before they head to her room to make up a plan.

After two hours of romantic plans, Clint joined in and with so many questions that Wanda asked, the plan was finally formed and Wanda could not wait for it to happen.

A week full of busy meetings, training with the senior avengers, Wanda catching Steve and Bucky going at it in the supply closet on accident ( poor girlie ) leads to the both of you spending the weekend at one of Tony’s many cabins near the compound.

As much as Wanda wanted to tell you about her feelings at the compound, she wanted to make sure that it wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone coming in or their pets.

“ So tony just let us borrow it for the weekend?” You ask while you drive together to the cabin.

While you are confused, you are are very happy to take a break from your Avengers stuff, always happy to spend time with the brunette woman. Being earth’s mightiest hero’s left for no free time but when there was some, you’d always take it to spend time with Wanda.

“ something about needing us to bond more since we’re the only two who haven’t spend time alone,” Wanda lies to you , while everyone in the team very much is aware your super close to each other.

“ weird ,” you comment as you pull up into the drive way, always amazed at the size of these cabins and question why the man always needs to go big. Wanda gets her stuff and quickly heads in first before you do, happy to be greeted with a array of desserts, all of them your favorite ones and one last note with a quote that you had said to Wanda when you first met.

“ Wanda maximoff,” she tells herself, “ you are a very pretty girl, you got this, pietro would tell you that you got this.”

You walk into the cabin a couple of minutes after to see Wanda standing in the kitchen next to an array of desserts, getting hungry at the sight of them.

“ WANDA HOW DID YOU DO ALL THIS ?” You say in an excited tone.

“ I wanted to talk about the admirer of yours actually,” she starts off while you sit down at the table along with her.

“ oh that ? Yeah I don’t think it’s Natasha but she’s been spending a lot of time with you , why ?” You casually ask her.

“ well it’s because -“

“ cause she’s only done this once with Bruce and while I know you wouldn’t hurt a single fly, I will throw you out side of a window if you-

“ i dont like Natasha , i like you" she interrupts your ramble before there’s silence between the two of you, the young woman in front of you mad that she didn’t get to do her plan.

“ me ?”

“ you’re so hot your hurting my feeling that I can’t deal, “ she says to you , while you chuckle at the choice of lyrics she uses. Wanda decides to take this opportunity to go towards you , life you of out of your chair to kiss you.

Not the way that she would of imagined it but it’s a memory she’ll cherish forever

#lizs writing #liz celebrates #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fluff #marvel imagine

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