PAC: Extremely Short "yes Or No"

talking you through an orgasm , hc

their large hand curls just beneath your jaw, fingers barely digging into your cheeks as he rocks slowly, painstakingly slow too. each quick snap of their hips has you sucking in another breath, seemingly desperate to dispel some of that overwhelmingly full feeling. it doesn’t matter when they’re filling you out like this though, demanding each and every one of your senses as he splits you open beneath them.

he fucks you passionately, brushing the lone tears that sparsely roll down your cheeks with the calloused pad of his thumb. he watches with a soft smile, something full of endearment but the longer you look, the more you can pick out the rush of power that swims behind his lust-filled eyes. “Look at you, baby.” he murmurs, slightly tilting your gaze until your teary eyes lock in on him and his head leans every so slightly and he hisses at the way you pulse around him. “You’re fucking perfect when you let me have you like this.”

every sugar-coated syllable has you a whimpering, whining mess, sniffles littered in between the noises you make as your body begins to tremble in the wake of your release. “g..gonna cum!” you mewl, nails digging into his bicep. the dam’s so close to being broken and he can feel all of it. It only makes his fingers tighten their hold on your throat, pulling you up until you’re in a halfway sitting position and the strokes of his length are hitting everywhere you need them most.

every push and pull works another loud, warbled cry from you and he’s leaning in as soon as he starts to feel the telltale sensation of you cumming on his dick. “Cum for me, princess,” he muses, breath gently washing past your ear as your body curls into him. “Let go for me, hm? Wanna feel how tight you get for me.”

and he doesn’t even have to finish the request, not when you’re arching into his chest, crying out choppy attempts of his name as your high consumes every inch of you.

he thinks you look the prettiest when you let the tears clump your lashes, sink your nails into his skin, and attempt to milk him for everything he’s worth. it’s never really much of an attempt though, not when you buck your hips greedily chasing every inch of him as his whispered praises fill your ears, variations of ‘That’s it, good girl’ and ‘Did so well for me, princess’ that have you melting in his hold and ready to do it all again.

Kento, Choso, Suguru, Maki; Draken, Takashi, Chifuyu, Rindou; Hange, Jean, Armin, Mikasa; Osamu, Wakatoshi, Akaashi;

“I’m much happier at 53 than I was at 23.” (x)

I AM A WHORE

sakusa took off his jacket and draped it over your sleeping figure wordlessly.

you stirred slightly at the additional weight of the fabric over your shoulders. opening your eyes groggily, you blinked a few times to adjust to the glaring brightness of the lights in the bus. tugging the jacket closer to your body, you turned to the curly haired boy sitting next to you with a sleepy but perplexed glance.

"you looked cold." sakusa explained, biting back a smile at the way you wrapped his jacket tighter around yourself.

a drowsy grin slowly spread across your features when his familiar and comforting scent engulfed you whole. "thanks." you whispered gratefully.

"don't fall alseep." sakusa said softly when he noticed your eyelids threatening to fall again. you glanced at him with half closed eyes, tilting your head in confusion.

"your stop is next."

"oh..." you trailed off, your tired mind taking a few more seconds to comprehend his statement. "then," you muttered quietly under your breath, removing his warm jacket and exposing yourself to the cool air of the bus. with your best attempt at folding it neatly, you handed it back to him.

"thanks for the jacket, omi." you smiled, expecting him to take it back with a comment about how your germs had contaminated it now.

"keep it."

"huh?" you stared at sakusa in bewilderment.

sakusa froze in silence, his heartbeat raising with every passing second. he mentally cursed at himself for letting his internal thoughts slip through his mouth so carelessly.

"your germs are all over it." he said quickly, hoping you were too tired to notice the slight panic in his voice. tearing his gaze away from yours, he fiddled with the hem of his shirt nervously.

you huffed, scrunching your nose to pretend that you're offended by his statement. "i have far less germs than you," you retorted, "you're all sweaty from practise."

sakusa let out a breath of relief that he didn't even know he was holding in. it was at times like this he was thankful that you were painfully oblivious to his feelings for you.

"but i don't wear it during practise."

"fine." you sighed in defeat. you knew there was no point in arguing with the sakusa kiyoomi about hygiene. when the bus slowly rolled to a stop, you hopped off with the jacket folded in your arms and a promise that you would make sure to wash his jacket before you return it.

much to your surprise, he refused to take back the jacket the next morning. he simply told you that he doesn't want it anymore. because of your germs, he claims, and definitely not because of the way you made his heart flutter with how absolutely adorable you looked in his jacket.

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summary ─ “fuck him,” you muttered. “fuck him sideways.”

pairing ─ avenger!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, a/b/o dynamics, mutual pining, flirting, kissing, light choking (:d), rough sex, getting together, heat/rut sex, scenting, idiots in love

a/n ─ blame seb for that ig story picture. it made me do it. but seriously, can he choke me. anyway sfjdsjf hope you like it! leave a comment if you do! thankl youuuu <333 (italic is bucky, bold is reader) enjoy this 5.6k monstrosity. 

You and Bucky had been flirting for some time, but it was more of a friendly flirting rather than something more. He would call you cute pet names and let you play with his hair on movie nights, and you would let him cuddle or hug you whenever he needed touch. You liked spending time and having a lot of fun with him.

Sometimes you scented each other, too.

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thigh riding with ari 😩🤪😌

Mild NSFW thots below feat DBF Ari

Pairing: DBF Ari x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, beefy Ari, choking (reader choking Ari), age gap

Word count: Drabble

"Shh bunny." There's a mocking lilt to his deep voice and it sends a shiver down your spine. "What did I say?"

He pushes your hips over his large thigh, a thick ridge of warm, solid muscle rolls over your swollen, pulsating clit making you cry out. It feels so good, your pussy sliding up and down in a frantic rhythm, guided by his firm hand, pleasure billowing around you with every filthy thrust of your hips.

Ari stares expectantly at you, his large hand cradling your chin in a firm hold. Mirth darkens his blue eyes, ensnaring you in their smokey depths.

"What did I say?" Ari repeats, his voice low and dark, his thigh tensing under you.

It's hard to think with all the heady, sultry sensations crashing inside you.

Fuckfuckfuck. You can't remember.

Ari raises a brow, a smirk tugs his full lips upward. "Cmon bunny. Think. You can still think can't you?" His condescending tone settles around you, warmth pooling in your already heated core.

He pulls your face towards him, his lips brushing over your parted mouth, inhaling your soft, needy gasps. "What do you want?"

You whimper as he jolts his leg, his ridge muscles striking your clit with a wet slap. "I want you-your cock," you say in a rush, words slurring. "Please I want it so bad."

You want him inside you so bad you ache, the thought of him stretching around his massive cock is enough to push you closer to the edge.

"Please," you beg, your eyes darting to h his cock, its hard and throbbing, the swollen tip leaking beads of precum, your mouth waters at the sight. "Please I-"

Ari scoffs, forcing your face back to his. "You can barely handle my thigh. How are you going to take my cock?" He asks, shaking your head back and forth. "I'd split that pretty little pussy in two in a few strokes."

Your eyes widen and you both feel your pussy pulse. "Oh you want that Bunny. You want me to fuck you so hard you feel me inside that greedy cunt all week." It's not a question, an unreadable expression flashes across his face as he lets your chin go.

He places his hands behind his head, shrugging his broad shoulders in a lackadaisical gesture. "You want my cock, use my thigh to show me how you'd ride me."

There's a challenge in his voice that draws your eyes up to his.

Oh.

He really believes you can't handle him. He's going to make you work for it.

You glance back at his cock and then at his bearded face. "Okay," you acquiesce softly, "I'll show you exactly how I'll take your cock."

You wrap both your hands around his neck and grind on him, your slick easing your moments as you work yourself over his thigh.

Ari's aroused smirk emboldens you and you apply more and more pressure as you chase your high, your pace increasing until your growing moans drown out the wet schlick sounds of your cunt echoing in his ears.

"Good girl," his raspy praise spills out as your orgasm slams into you. "But I'm still not convinced. Ride my face next and then maybe I'll let you have my cock."

Nasty

Summary: August is going to hell and he is dragging you down with him. Pairing: August Walker x Reader (2nd person Pov)

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: Serious smut, GRAPHIC depictions of sexual intercourse, auto-voyeurism (Is that a thing?)   

A/N: @luclittlepond made this request! I obliged. Honestly, I feel like it’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written and I want to thank @agniavateira for being my beta and @wondersofdreaming for giving me feedback since it was not an easy write for some reason.

 Please leave feedback  💖🥺 and more importantly, enjoy.

Title: Nasty

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Mountains of Canada, 1984

“what are you doing?”

your heart just about bursts from your chest as you spot suna through the bathroom mirror. he’s standing there with a few tufts of hair that appear to have developed minds of their own, and you can see subtle red creases on one side of his face.

“jesus, we need to get you a bell,” you mumble—to yourself more than anything. your eyes gloss over his reflection before focusing back on your own, and you resume your nightly routine without a second thought.

“why are you getting ready for bed without me?” he questions, leaning his head against the doorframe as he gives you the blankest of stares.

“rin, you were sleeping. i know better than to wake the beast from his slumber,” you laugh.

“tch, i’m not that bad, am i?” he feigns a frown, pushing himself off the frame and shuffling over to you. the warmth of his bare chest engulfs you as he snakes his arms around your torso, pressing a kiss into your shoulder. “besides, i was resting my eyes, not sleeping.”

you feel him smirk against your skin—both of you knowing damn well those are his famous last words.

“does it really mean that much to you?” you ask, emphasizing the sarcasm in your voice to hide the fact that you actually want a genuine answer.

you don’t get one—at least not at first. instead, he tightens his grip on your waist, just enough to allow him to spin you around to face him. he pulls upwards, a silent invitation for you to sit on the countertop.

“be an angel and sit still,” he says, more than aware of the effect that little nickname has on you. his fingers delve into the cream that now sits in your lap—bringing a small amount to your face.

he stares for a moment, love and admiration swirling around in his pupils as he embodies the definition of heart eyes. he wipes his fingers onto each of your cheeks, using a hand on either side to rub the moisturizer in for you.

“yes,” he blurts out.

“yes what?” you tilt your head at him. he exhales, tilting your head back to its original position so he can finish working in the product.

“it does mean that much to me,” he responds, delicately running the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone. he battles the grin forming on his face, but the one that you’re wearing right now is so perfect—it’s not even worth the fight. he finds himself leaning down, possessed by his love for you, chasing that euphoric feeling of your lips against his.

he kisses you—so hungrily that your back presses against the mirror and you have to place a hand behind you for support. he pulls away with a pant, giving a few more quick pecks to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. there’s that look again—love, admiration, and—mischief?

before you can so much as blink, he’s dipping his entire hand into your beloved moisturizer, taking out a huge clump, and smearing it onto your face with a devious smile.

“wake me up next time, okay?”