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mamayan · 10 months

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Can I please request NSFW Spinner with a fem reader who is like super friendly and affectionate (hugs him a lot, wants to cuddle all the time, etc)? Maybe a little ditzy too haha. And they start off as friends/Spinner thinking he just has a one-sided crush on reader, but a night of “friendly cuddling” (which always makes Spinner’s head spin anyway and he never quite knows what to do with himself lol) turns into something more when reader notices he’s hard and excitedly offers to help him with it

Oh Anon, you don’t even understand how perfect this request is. I was sold yesterday! This sounds delicious🫢😭 Mama is cookin’!

Spinner x Fem! Reader

CW: NSFW•Fem!Reader•Hemipenes (Gecko Quirk will not allow me to believe otherwise)•Fluff•Friends to Lovers•Loss of Virginity•Creampie

Tag list: @sharpcheddarcheese

★彡Cuddle Me☆彡

“Oi! Dummy, stop messin’ around, you’re gonna’ get me killed!” You laughed despite his mildly threatening tone, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him from behind. Your head peaking over his shoulder at the video game he was clearly losing. Some car racing game? You remember him raving about getting it a few days ago, but you’d been away on mission for the League and just hadn’t had time to snoop like usual through Spinner’s newest finds.

“Did’ya not hear me? I’m gonna lose cuz of ya…” his grumbling is too cute, but you relax your choke hold for something soft as your rest against his firm back and watch him play. When he realizes you aren’t going to mess with him more than this, he relaxes and goes back to his game. In only a few minutes, you’re nearly asleep against him, his skin finally warming up to your body temperature and urging you to nap. While he’s not soft nor very comfortable to sleep against, you still manage fine due to his mild scent and presence calming you.

“Win!” He startles you awake, jumping too when you yelp and turning quick to check he hadn’t accidentally elbowed you or something. “Ah, my bad. You okay?” He looks a bit sheepish, and you take a moment to admire his lack of villain ensemble, his casual hoodie and joggers very homy in your eyes. “Shit, were’ya sleepin’?” He looks guilty now, seeing you rub the sleep from your eyes tiredly.

You nod solemnly, keeping the smile off your features as you look up at him from beneath your lashes. “I haven’t slept in two days due to my mission…”

He looks twice as guilty now, horrified even. “W-why’d’ya come here then?! Go to bed!”

“I came here to sleep…” you shamelessly look at him now, clearly inviting yourself into his space for your much needed nap. He looks mildly annoyed, sighing at your antics but not surprised in the least. He looks ready to berate you, as usual, but you’re a bit taken back when he just scoots over his bed to allow you space.

You normally have to force your way onto the bed, mostly confined to the edges where you can bug Spinner properly. You’ve certainly dragged him into your bed plenty, though his is a full and your own a twin. It’s not necessarily very comfortable for Spinner to sleep in your space.

Glancing at his switch, you realize the screen is already dark.

“Ya gonna’ sleep or not?” His question pops your bubble of thought, and you realize you’ve dumbly been staring off into space for a moment. Steeling yourself, you smile and nod, crawling further onto the bed and latching yourself onto Spinner.

“Stop it woman! Just go to bed!” Despite his scaled and clawed hand pressing against your face to make you back away, you just snuggle closer, rubbing your cheek against his palm until you hear him shudder and twitch a bit. He yanks his palm back, sighing and giving up to the inevitable. “Idiot” is all he mumbles, not amused by your affectionate cuddling streak.

If he was more observant, he’d realize the only two people you really touch like this are him and Toga. The latter for platonic reasons. Him for other. While it wasn’t difficult for you to show affection, your actions always speaking louder than your words, you have felt a mild fear of rejection lately.

He just seemed impassive, any and all advances begrudgingly endured and not necessarily welcomed. You wonder if he’s hiding how he feels or if he’s just not interested like that, and it’s something that’s been bugging you quite firmly for a while.

It mattered little now though, your eyes heavy and body exhausted. You’re quick to fall asleep again, curled against Spinner’s side despite how closely he’s pressed his body against the wall to give you space.

His eye twitches in annoyance as he looks at all the room you ignored.

Your sleeping face peaceful, curled up like some sort of cat against his side. He’s never been too much to a fan of felines, mostly because they hate him, but it’s difficult not to find you cute.

Thankfully you hadn’t tried to climb on top of him, he would’ve had to toss you if that was the case, because he was painfully aware how close you are right now. His pants tighter by the minute, and he can’t even make it go away because that could wake you. He’d rather die than have to live through that embarrassment, of being caught jacking off while you sleep beside him. It was entirely too uncool and shameful.

Eventually his body calmed down enough for him to actually become tired too, scrolling on his phone finally boring him enough to close his eyes.

Sleep entraps you both for several hours, and unfortunately for Spinner, you wake up first.

To the feeling of strong arms wrapped around you, a hard body and soft breathing against your neck. It has you flustered, the initial shock, but melting quickly into the embrace. He was holding you like a teddy bear in his sleep!

The cuteness of the situation unbearable, your need to wake and grab the man almost winning. You wanted to tease him until he was too shy and embarrassed to speak.

Except what happened next wasn’t as cute as it was something else entirely. Spinner had one leg slotted between your own, his body molded to your back. You felt his erection clearly against your ass, hard and a little worrisomely large. You didn’t intentionally grind back against him, but when your hips moved, he tugged you even closer and tighter to him. A soft huff from him behind you alerted you he was awake now.

He was incredibly grateful you didn’t seem to be up yet, knowing you and your antics, he was fearful it’d become a joke that’d haunt him for life. Spinner tries not savor the moment of you in his arms, so warm and soft it has him struggling to pull away. As quiet and gently as possible, Spinner attempts to remove himself from your body he’d unknowingly hugged in his sleep. This wasn’t his first time waking up like this with you, usually in your bed because the space was so limited. He was slightly lightheaded as he reeled his self control in to keep from pressing himself further into you. Like his dicks desperately wanted.

“Do you want help?”

He nearly yelps like a child caught stealing, flinching away from you in panic. He’s quick to school his features and laugh. “Sorry, I get cold if I sleep without turning my heater up—” His excuse is interrupted by you though.

He’s nearly clawing out of his skin when he watches your arm move, body twisting a little so you’re looking up at him, and your hand without hesitation palms him through his pants. “H-hah—w-what the hell are you—!” He’s frozen like a statue despite you applying no real force.

“I meant with this.” Your smile is so devious it’s terrifying. His mind is left racing like a hamster on a wheel, trying to formulate even one coherent thought and failing like a loser. “Do you want my help?” You’ve completely turned on your side to face him, hand not moving from his crotch.

“H-help?” He’s barely breathing, struggling not to pant and lose his mind because he’s never had anyone touch him there. Only his own rough hand has explored himself. He looks lost and confused, unable to fathom why you’d be doing this right now. Why you, pretty sweet you, would be touching him so intimately. Did you actually not understand? He became mildly concerned, because it wouldn’t be the most far off thing, for you not to understand that this was an invitation for sex.

“Yes, help. Shuichi, do you want me to make you cum?” He was wrong, and it nearly had him hopping out of the bed and rushing for the exit like a scared child. He would’ve, had your hand not tightened around him, making him moan out loud. His hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you still as he tried to concentrate enough to think logically and not with his lower half.

“You’re half asleep, let go—.”

“I’m wide awake!”

“Ggh!” His resolve weakened further when you squeeze him, whimpering a little when you do release him and he can greedily suck in air.

Spinner is nearly helpless as he’s pushed onto his back, your body easily climbing on top of him to look down and see him trying to look anywhere but you. He doesn’t realize his own insecurities are intensifying yours. “Shuichi” he’s startled by the use of his name again, normally you’d call him Spin or just Spinner. He peaked up at you, a bit alarmed at the distressed expression you were showing.

“H-hey don’t cry! I’m sorry!” He’s not even sure what he’s apologizing for, but it’s better than seeing the glassy look in your eyes.

“Do you not like me? Like that… like a woman?” He’s so focused on your words, he doesn’t halt your movements in time. Your clothed cunt grinds down against him, eliciting a grunt as he grits his teeth and grips your hips harshly to stop your wiggling. Claws lightly digging in through your shorts. He’s glaring up at you now, your expression still sad and pouty, but he’s known you long enough to recognize the glint of mischief. “Stop playin’ or I’m gonna take it serious.” It’s his turn to feel a bit of his pride rebuilt, pulling your hips down so he can forcefully grind against you this time.

The wanton moan you release isn’t what he’s expecting. Your hands moving to rest on his chest as you do it again, and the pleasure he feels is unreal. Your soft center rocking down onto him.

“Fuck—” whatever leg up in the situation he’d had, it’s gone now. You’re quick to grip his face in your soft hands, so you can lick up his neck to his mouth. His groan encouraging, as you proceed to take the chance and lick inside his mouth.

It’s hotter than any porn he’s ever watched. He’s trembling beneath you, and thankfully his mind is clouded enough to not panic and climb the walls. He’s far too focused on the feel of your warm and wet little tongue touching his own. He’s a bit unsure what else to do but let you lead, his mouth open to allow you access because he’s not a normal man and can’t kiss you like they do in movies and such. Except he feels his chest tightening and cocks ache when you moan again and try to press as much as yourself against him as possible.

The feel of you was enough to nearly make him cum in his pants.

He tries to vocalize that the stimulation, however little, was a bit too much. “Wait,” he’s lightly panting, trying to lift your hips up and off him a bit so he doesn’t ruin his pants, “I just need a minute—”

“No you don’t.” You seem determined to make him soak through his boxers and pants, grabbing his hands and moving them to rest on either side of his head. You weren’t physically stronger than him, not even a little, but he always worried of accidentally hurting you. It came natural for him to let you move him how you wanted, cautious of where you were in relation to his claws.

You’re back to grinding against him, and Spinner is unable to hide the noises escaping him with how you lick and suck at his tongue. His guttural groans and whines have your underwear sticky and messy as you try to give him as much friction as possible.

“G-gonna cum—oh fuck fuck—!” His whimper and moans are debauched, making him sound ruined as he comes apart beneath you. He breaks your loose hold on his wrists, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you to his chest as he bucks up under you to ride out his orgasm. His face in the crook of your neck as his long tongue slips out to lick you now, your neck and your sensitive ear, panting and causing you to clench around nothing at the sensations.

You let him calm down, running your hands sweetly through his hair and gently massaging his scalp.

When he’s caught his breath, he seems content to just hold you against him and either avoid confrontation a little longer or simply bask in the afterglow of the hardest he’s ever come. A bit of both more accurately.

“Shuichi…”

“Hmm?” He’s not lightening his hold on you at all.

“What about me?” Your voice is little more high pitched than usual.

“Huh?” that has his attention immediately. His hold finally loosening enough for you to push up on his chest and look down at him again. Your pout is prominent, and it’s the same face you make when he’s eating something you want a bite of selfishly. It’s arousing and dangerous for him all at once. That pout going to haunt his dreams.

“I want to cum too…” clearly you were trying to make him go brain dead, why else would you be acting like this?

“Will you help me now?” He’s losing his damn mind as you yank your top over your head, letting him see you shirtless. He’s also made aware that you aren’t wearing a bra, your chest on full display for his eyes. Much to his panic and blatant fear.

He’s never been hard again so quickly in his life.

“W-what do ya want m-me to do?” He’s both elated and unsure all at once, senselessly conflicted. What he wants to do is grab and lick at your chest, though no porn he’s ever watched really cares to focus on that portion. You show mercy thankfully, and instead of teasing him, you tell him exactly what you’d like him to do.

“I want to sit on your face…but I also want to still touch you too…” he’s blurting out the first thing to come to mind for him.

“Ya wanna 69?” You light up, and it’s both his dream come true and worst nightmare because you nod and grin down at him.

“That’s a great idea!”

You stripping naked for him is enough to have him crumbling, but when you climb on top of him again backwards, so you scoot your drenched cunt before him and face his soiled pants… he either wants to die or acknowledges he’s already in heaven.

You get a perfect view of the mess you made of him, and while you’ve prepared yourself mentally when you help slide his pants and boxers down, you’re still taken by the sight. His hard cocks, two, covered in his own sticky cum and it’s so erotic you bite back a moan.

It’s quickly ripped from your throat though when Spinner decides to taste test your dripping slit. Your voice is nothing but encouragement for him. When your own tongue joins the party to lick his cum off the first and longest cock, you’re given both cocks rutting against your cheek and face as Spinner moans against your pussy. His hips automatically jerking at the hot sensation of your mouth and breath. His skin heating with your own, and he’s left dizzy and nearly intoxicated on it all.

While you kitten lick his cocks, teasing and more in chase of your own high at the moment, Spinner does his very best to not cum again before you. His tongue has no real rhythm, switching too quickly between licking at your clit and trying to slither inside your tight cunt. It’s pleasurable but not enough of one or the other to make you shatter like you’re so desperate for now.

“F-feels good…Shuichi, use your fingers?” You’re panting directly over his cocks and it’s difficult for him to focus on pleasuring you when he’s becoming wound tight again himself.

He’s not stupid, but he is hesitant and cautious as he brings one hand around, his thumb lightly pressing into your clit. He’s tuned into your every noise and movement, eyes widening as you jolt and moan his name when he does it. The light but consistent pressure on your clit, coupled with his tongue returning to lavishing your entrance and finally wiggling a portion inside your cunt, is what finally allows you to cum.

“M’gonna cum…” you’re only weakly able to pump one cock at a time, grip tightening around the second one you’d been giving some much needed attention too when you feel your orgasm hit. Your head dropping on his pelvis for a moment as you shake and cum with his name on your lips.

Spinner is left with your soft pliant body atop his, your swollen and soaked pussy before his eyes and cum covering his face and chest. Your hips tilted up a little, but the rest of your body limp against him. His hand on your hip that was helping you stay up for him finally moving to help flip you onto your back. You look so fucking cute for him, it’s hard to not just spread your legs further and sink one of his cocks inside you already.

Your eyes are a bit heavy, but your smile is so sweet it could give him a cavity.

“Thank you.” He wants to scoff, because it should be him thanking you. Since he’s gotten off now, it’s a bit easier for him to think despite still being hard. He’s yanking his bottoms back up, ignoring your complaint, so he can lean on an arm over you.

“You—,” he stops, his fist clenching and unclenching as he mulls over his word choice, “is this like a… one time thing?” He’s worried, of ruining your friendship, but of losing you most of all. He’d shut the hell up and never bring this moment up again if you said so, if it meant you both could return to normal.

“D-do you want it to be…?” You, sweet enthusiastic to an annoying degree you, look damn unsure of yourself for a moment. Spinner is only able to feel surprised, seeing you honestly so vulnerable beneath him like this.

He doesn’t want to be uncool, to make a fool of himself, and he is best of all aware of how he looks… but he doesn’t want to lie either.

“No. I ain’t gonna pretend like I do, but I also wanna know if you want that kind of relationship with me… I ain’t the most good lookin’ man out there.”

“Shut up!” The volume in which you yell startles him and hurts his head.

“I love you! Who cares what everyone else thinks?! What idiot wouldn’t want you? You! Spinner! Legacy holder of Stain!” You’re wrapping your arms around his neck and dragging him close, grinning victoriously like you’ve won something special.

Him. He feels special.

He can’t help but laugh a little, not rushing away from you for once, but leaning in. His chest tight but in a way that makes him happy. Because you love him.

“I love you too.” The outright confession leaves your face stunned, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Spinner is captivated by the sight, wanting to hold you close but also wanting to see your face. When it melts into a shy smile and glassy eyes, he can’t help mimicking your earlier ‘kiss’. His tongue gently delving into your mouth, and it’s enough to have your thighs clenching tight as he devours your mouth. Lost to the kiss, Spinner is complacent.

Clearly forgetting the soft and sweet moment couldn’t last with your ability to stir him up so wildly.

Your hand grips the waist band of his joggers, yanking down to free his cocks again and wrap your hand around the top longest with an iron grip.

“Fuck, you don’t need to—”

“I wanna have sex.”

How the hell was he supposed to say no? Especially as you try and lock your legs around his waist, arms still linked around his neck to prevent him from getting too far away. From the beginning, he really didn’t stand a chance against you.

“Y-you sure?!” He’s a bit aggressive in his embarrassment asking, but he’s nervous because this is the most that’s ever happened to him in his life.

“Mhm, wanna feel you inside me Shuichi” your words make his mind short circuit. You politely release his cock so he can move. He’s a bit clumsy as he grips your thighs and drags you closer against him, knees coming in-between your legs to keep you spread open. He’s lightly trembling, aware of how to have sex but not entirely sure of how to have sex with you. The two very different in his mind. He doesn’t want to hurt you or ignore your pleasure in anyway.

“I can take both.” You sound breathless beneath him, and he briefly wonders through the haze of lust if you’ve lost your mind.

“No.” He’s firm in his answer this time, his expression and glare he settles you with full of that familiar stubbornness he gets with certain things. Like with his ideologies shared with Stain.

“Shuichi—” this time you’re cut off as he lets the tip of his second cock poke your entrance. It’s enough of a distraction as you moan, the feeling of his scales on his cock added texture you feel as he slowly sinks inside you. Neither cock is small, both thick, but his second cock is the smaller of the two and curved up a bit more than his first.

He’s nearly on his death bed when he bottoms outside you, tip just gently curving up into that spongey patch inside your pussy that has you whining and toes curling.

“Fuck Shuichi, so good!” He chokes a bit at your honest comment, huffing as he tries not to look right at you. He’d fall apart too quickly.

“Y-you too— so tight.” He sounds nearly in pain, but then again he’s likely a bit overstimulated having cum not too long ago. “M’gonna move” is all you get before you feel his cock drag against your walls, his whimper of pleasure loud as he tries to keep quiet and fails. You’re not any better, but you at least keep your eyes trained on him, realizing he’s overdressed.

“Your hoodie… Shuichi I wanna feel all of you!” The way your hands desperately pull at his top distracts him a bit, and he doesn’t even have time to feel insecure because you squeeze down on him as he’s revealed to your eyes. His hard scaled chest and upper body a feast for your eyes and hands as they move to touch him. His moans pick up a bit as his hips begin to find somewhat of a steady pace, his concentration at maximum as he focused on trying to make you cum again.

The way your hips move and twitch cause him to look lower.

He’s inadvertently made to look at how your sopping cunt takes him in, his first cock erect and sliding perfectly against your clit with each thrust. Your nails can’t pierce his skin, but they would’ve if he didn’t have the quirk he did. Your noises have him checking your face, your watery eyes and open mouth with drool a sight for sore eyes. He doesn’t mean to pick up his pace or force, but you’re soon being fucked with more aggression that he originally intended. He’s close too. Muttering little praises as he gets consumed with pleasure.

“So pretty—,” he’s desperately fucking into you, muscles taunt and tight as he grits his teeth. Shaking the bed and you with each powerful movement, leaving you both a bit stupid.

“Cum inside me!” Over your senseless babbling and moans, one sentence has his balls tightening painfully.

“Fuck y’want me to fill you up?” He’s delirious on the pleasure of your cunt and warm body, his thrusts rough and a bit too much if not for the slicked up cock rubbing on your clit and driving you wild.

“Yes yes fill me please!” Spinner’s mind goes blank as he sinks as deep as possible and shakily paints your inner walls. Your cunt clamping down and spasming as you reach your peak with him. Groaning and whining, dropping his face down into your throat and losing it as he rocks his hips to prolong the experience of fucking you.

Your belly and chest are sticky and wet, his first cock shooting and covering you both with his how much he released. He grips you tight against him despite the mess, rolling so you’re on top so he isn’t crushing you.

It’s silent for a few minutes, save for your combined heavy breathing and the groan of the bed.

Your hands running over his chest and into his hair as he relaxes into your touch. His own hands lightly trace over your ass and thighs, massaging a bit curiously running a finger through the mess he’d made inside you.

“This doesn’t count as cuddle time.” He’s snapped from his thoughts as you mumble against his chest. He’s confused how this couldn’t count.

“You gotta cuddle me properly later, understand?” He chuckles, his grin growing.

“Yea, I got it. You need cuddle and sex time?”

“I’m glad you see logic like I do.” Your words teasing but voice clearly tired. You hadn’t slept much when you did nap earlier.

“Oi, don’t sleep yet dummy, ya need to go pee after sex.”

Your groan of complaint is ignored as your hauled from the bed and to the bathroom. Why he knew that piece of information, you didn’t know.

He’d never tell you he’d read multiple articles on “what women want” in a relationship after he found himself falling in love with you.

#SPINNER #Mha spinner #fem! reader #x reader #shuichi iguchi #bnha #mdni #18+#request filled #spinner x reader #mha spinner x reader #mha shuichi iguchi #x shuichi iguchi

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ddymarie · 10 months

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Hi omg uhm please could you write a spinner x reader 🥺 hes really underrated lol I love the lizard boi

Introducing

Spinner x reader

Seasonal Allergies

⚠: begging, bottom spinner, self edging, two dicks, top reader, riding, strip tease,male masturbation, HEAVY mommy kink.

While making a favorite dish of yours you head a cough come from your bedroom

Spinner grunted, sliding his hands up and down his cocks and thrusting up into his palm.

"Mommy, please" he pleaded turning his attention to you.

Your eyes raked over his body down from the sweat dripping off of his chin to his hard six pack and down to his cocks where you stared for some moments before looking back up at him in his eyes-yours low and filled with mischief.

You hadn't responsed verbally. But spinner got the message as soon as you removed your shirt

Giving him a strip tease

Watching you disregard your garments onto the floor Made him pump his heavy red tipped cocks harshly.

"Y/n-" he moaned nostrils flaring

"You know better than that" you said smirking

You watched him jolt from the bed and sit ok his knees

Hands still pumping his hard cocks

"Mommy-angel" he choked up. "Mommy, help me please, I need you." He was hunched over and hot. "Mommy please, I deserve it" he begged

"Do you now? " you said raising and eye brow "what makes you say that? Your not gonna letting your ego get the best of you now huh" you said circling him

"Show mommy why you deserve it" you said while your grip on his hair tightened pulling him backward.

He was in between your legs now.

Spinner wasted no time lapping you up-upside down. Moaning into your cunt as your juices coated his chin.

"Mm~ good boy" you praised.

Spinner had removed his hands from his cocks to focus on you. Sliding a finger then two and finally three. Curling them inside of you.

From his position you knew his neck hurt and his arms were tired. But this didn't stop him or you from receiving YOUR pleasure

"Uhh~" you moaned grinding on his face "mommy taste so good doesn't she? "

He sucked your clit in approval and began thrusting his fingers

"I'm close, right there" you moaned knuckles turning whit on your knees

As spinner wrapped an arm around your hips to keep you in place his ministrations on your clit continued.

Drunk off your juices.

You came not long after that

"Such a good boy for mommy yeah? " you said lining his cocks with your entrances

"Yea I'mma good boy" he said

"Be an angel and help me help you yeah? You deserve it "

he wasted no time sliding you down his cocks

"Ahh~" you moaned at how stuffed you were. You could feel him in your stomach.

Spinners grip on your hips tightened and his eyes rolled back as you slowly bounced on him.

"Mommy~ so tight~ so pretty " he praised

"That's right" you leaned down lips you touching his "pretty boy, you wanna cum with mommy" you asked

You had no chohce but to reward his good deed after all.

"Help mommy out " you said in a sultry tone.

His thrusts were harsh but you knew it was to fill you with love and intentionally done with caution. You were gonna punish him from it

"Mommy~" spinner moaned in your ear.

"Uhh~so good, baby, yes mommy gonna come " you moaned loudly arms warpoing around his neck as you stabled your self.

He stilled and so did you as one of his cocks slipped out.

Spinners grip on your ass cheeks released as so did he.

#bnha x you #mha smut #league of villains #bnha x fem!reader #bnha spinner #spinner x reader #spinner x reader smut #spinner smut

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mhaxwishxgranter · 6 months

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For Anonymous, who asked:

So I was watching The Big Bang Theory and Bernadette is my favorite character from the show, and I was thinking how cute it would be if Dabi and Spinner (separately) had a S/O like Bernadette quirkless, short and cute, a microbiologist, she’s also nice and kind. Plus she can be a savage when she feels like.😅

Dabi and Spinner (separately) loves their S/O to death, but they got super nervous when they’re S/O asked to meet the rest of the league but also their S/O still loves them no matter what.

POV: First Person

Characters: Dabi, Spinner, Black!fem!reader

Pairing: Dabi x Black!fem!reader, Spinner x Black!fem!reader (separate)

Note: This is my first time writing for Dabi and Spinner! Please let me know how I do!

Dabi put up a nonchalant front of not being nervous about you meeting the league for the first time, they could be a bit much to handle and not everyone could handle that.

But honestly, as he watched you interact with the league, he came to realize that he had nothing to worry about.

You spoke with Shigaraki in the language of video games.

Talked the best way to apply makeup with Magne and Toga.

Occasionally was the taste tester for a new drink that Kurogiri had made.

And even helped the doctor with experiments, your work in microbiology being a helpful tool.

It was like you fit right in with the league.

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Spinner, unlike Dabi, couldn’t hide his nervousness pacing back and forth, until blissfully, the familiar black and purple portal of Kurogiri materialized and you walked through it.

He wasted no time in coming up to you and embracing you, letting the scent of your favorite perfume calm his anxiousness.

“Spinner, I’m fine. It was just..a lot. I need a drink.” He led you over to the bar, the contrast of your brown skin against his own as he held your hand, was something that he would never tire of.

He thought of you to be a true beauty.

He wasn’t surprised that you would need a drink. A stiff one at that. After all, meeting the boogeyman of the underworld did tend to leave people off kilter.

He was curious as to what exactly you had discussed with All For One, but for now, he could wait for as long as you needed, until you were ready to tell him.

Mutuals/Tag list: @olenoname @mysticpisces

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha x fem!reader #lov x reader #dabi x reader #bnha dabi #spinner x reader #bnha spinner #anime x black!reader #black!fem!reader #black female reader #black fanfic writer

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 2 years

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This has nothing to do with anything but Spinner and Shigaraki making a series of alarming posts to r/relationships and r/relationshipadvice about their darlings

The 2chan jannies whenever they see the (alleged) same anon posting every few weeks about the gf they had to "discipline" after she tried to escape, and threads asking for advice on what the strongest handcuffs on the market are and DIY soundproofing methods in case her gag slips off

#.bnha #.sillyshit #.tomura #.spinner #yandere tomura #yandere spinner #yandere bnha #fem darling

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 2 years

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I come to kill you

Warnings: Weapon mentions, Doom Patrol freeform, first meet, attraction at first sight, semi slow burn

Word count: 1.0 K

Pairing: Rita Farr x Spy Fem!Reader

Prompt: Reader needs to escape from the biggest intelligence agencies on the planet, asking her friend Niles for help. Rita is, a little, in love with the woman who tried to kill her

Requests: OPEN

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Narrates Rita

"Larry, Jane and I are going to stop him, Cliff, Rita, you help the civilians" without giving us time to protest, Victor took the other two and left Cliff and me alone.

"Well, since my movements are a bit limited, you'll be the one to help the others."

"Uh, thanks for leaving me alone, Cliff."

Despite these excuses, Cliff helped some children to take refuge in nearby places, while I helped some ladies. Victor, Larry and Jane were trying to fight off an attempted sea monster?, until some shots were heard.

Although Victor had firearms, that shot sounded different, but I tried to reassure the women, ignoring my own fear.

After a while, I heard a scream outside, so I walked out of the little place, to meet Larry, Victor, and Cliff.

"What's wrong? Where's Jane?" I asked for.

Just when Larry was going to answer me we heard a knock, and we saw how Jane's body crawled to our feet, so we turned our heads to see the shadow that began to advance towards us.

A short-complexioned woman with her hair tied back in a bun and wearing a gray suit was slowly approaching.

"Who the hell is she?"

Everything happened so fast that I didn't even have enough consciousness to know what happened.

The woman, from one moment to another, took out a gun, and with a quick movement, she reached my side, grabbed my neck and pinned me against her chest.

Her left hand rested on my neck, squeezing it firmly, but without hurting me, but her right hand held the gun, while she placed it right on my temple.

“Take me to Niles Caulder ” she speak, in a voice soft enough to have a lethal weapon against me.

"Hey, calm down" Larry tried to help, but only made the gun point from my head to his, but, still, the woman did not let go of me

"TAKE ME TO NILES CAULDER OR I'LL BLOW YOUR HEADS OUT!"

"Fine, fine" Victor stood in front of her, and tried to appear harmless "just let go of our friend, and we'll take you there"

“Do you think I was born yesterday, ignorant child? She'll be fine, as long as I'm guided to him."

"Please listen to her" I finally spoke, trying to reassure myself, and them too.

"You have already heard the beautiful lady, or take me to the boss, or you will have to pick up the lifeless body of your friend… you decide"

The guys were completely silent, as they began to walk, straight to the mansion, this was the moment where he was grateful not to be so far from home.

We all walked in silence, until a small movement from the woman hurt my arm, causing me to complain.

"I'm sorry" she whisper, trying to give a little caress in the area

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"Niles, someone is looking for you!"

The man came out of the kitchen, staring at the woman who was subduing me with a smile on his face as he shook his head.

“Oh, woman, you never change. What's your name now? Clara? Grace? Sophia? Or Ava ?”

“Cut the nonsense, Niles”

With great care, the woman released me, and suddenly sat down in front of the man, with a big smile.

“Guys, she is Y/N, Y/N Y/L…”

“Oh no, the last name is confidential”

"Well, this is Y/N, an old friend and a CIA agent."

“Former agent of the CIA, MI6 and the extinct KGB”

"Wait… your friend, is she like a James Bond?" asked Larry excited

"Arguably yes, but don't believe everything you read, being an agent isn't as pretty as it's made out to be"

"And what are you doing here, dear?" Niles asked as he took her hand.

“I am expelled from more than 10 countries, France, Germany and Russia are following me, I cannot return to England, returning would mean the discovery of more than 100 agents… and, in fact, the United States is also looking for me, but, I know that, if you give me a space in your little… home, you would help me not to be tortured by the CIA itself”

“Sure, you know you will always be welcome in this house”

"Niles, are you going to let a killer stay in our own house? She tried to murder Rita

"Yeah" the woman stretched out, interrupting Victor "speaking of which, darling, excuse me , but, desperate situations call for desperate measures"

"Do you think that with a simple apology we can be in peace?" Victor spoke again

"Kid, I'm the one with more than 10 nations on my shoulders, with millions of people who put a price on my head, and do you think it's very comfortable for me to sleep with a bunch of strangers?"

"Kid? Do you know who I am?"

“No, but obviously you are a kid, since if you were an adult, you would understand that this is just a normal day for an agent”

“Ohh, excuse me, I forgot we had James Bond at home”

"Don't worry"

I interrupted the absurd fight between the guest and Victor , making them both turn around, the woman with an unreadable face, while the dark-haired man had a grimace of disbelief

"What?"

"She is clearly in dire need of a place to hide, because if I were her, this place would be my last option. And if what she seek is my forgiveness, I understand that too, I don't know what I would have been capable of, just to avoid someone looking at me after… that day”

Victor only managed to shake his head, as he walked away from Y/N's personal space

“Well, I appreciate your apology, miss; but, even so, if any of you feel some discomfort and/or anguish about my residence, I could give you a couple of weapons, for protection”

“I feel uncomfortable”

"No Jane, you just want the gun"

" Shut up Cliff"

“Well, since, everyone agrees to your stay. It's better if I show you your room." Niles started to move, to go to the rooms.

"I follow you captain "

Both disappeared from our sight, while Jane, Cliff and Victor left the room, leaving me and Larry alone.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

“Yeah, if Niles trusts her, I think we also we should do it”

"Of course, it's not like the whole trip here you haven't taken your eyes off her"

"What?"

"I'm leaving." Larry got up , jogging to his room.

“LARRY!"

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⋆₊˚⊹♡ alastor + dressing you in white

character: alastor warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, heavy pet/master dynamic, toxic relationship (condescension), blood + blood eating, slight gore, fem!reader words: 1.8k

alastor exclusively dresses you, his precious little pet, in white—white linen dresses, white silk pjs, white cotton undies—and you’ve finally figured out why.

“Alright, uh,” Charlie’s finger flicks the worn cardboard spinner in her hands, watching as the arrow lands on a splotch of colour. “Right hand, red!”

You’re in the parlour when it happens—a sudden, sharp pain that sears through your ribs as you bend over, a reactive hiss spit from between gritted teeth.

“Whats’a matter?” Angel teases, panting slightly. “Too short to reach your colour?”

Throwing a glance over his shoulder, Angel’s long limbs easily twist to obey the most recent order, both of his right hands finding red circles on the crinkled plastic mat.

“No, I just—”

“Holy shit!” his gasp cuts you off, all amusement eradicated from his face, dissolved by concerned shock. “You’re bleeding!”

“What?”

Glimpsing down at your body, your eyes are drawn toward the rapidly developing blot of scarlet, steadily seeping through white linen—a gruesome petal, irregular edges spreading, slow but ceaseless, eating away at the fabric.

A gurgle of disquiet sounds from the couch, voices tangling together, dulled to your ears as your gaze finds your Master’s.

But he doesn’t meet your stare.

Unblinking crimson eyes are focused on the flowering patch of blood, beginning to mottle as specks bloom around it. His chest rises and falls with even little huffs of air, ebony pupils gnawing at his irises as they devour the sight, his fingers twitching on his knee. Your gaze drifts back to the smeared blemish, the softest whimper dripping from your lips.

It’s beautiful.

Alastor was right; your blood does look ravishing against the crisp bright fabric—stark but artful, a miniature abstract piece being painted in real time as the substance transudes the linen, created by your body and his, together.

Now you understand; there is a reason why Alastor always dresses you in white. Especially when the abrasions he leaves have a nasty tendency to split and spill out.

Entranced, your fingers press around the sensitive flesh, feeling the open wound hollowed by your dress and staining your skin with a glittering crimson, a sharp breath sucked through the gaps of your teeth, flashes of speared agony radiating through the surrounding flesh.

Your sound of pain seems to snap Alastor from his revere, blinking twice as he comes back to himself, smile stretching wider with something sinister, worming between razored teeth.

“All right,” Alastor’s saying as he stands from the couch, bravado ringing strong and clear and firm over the chatter. “I’ll take care of this.”

“Are you sure? That looks, uh—”

“Why is she bleeding in the first place?”

“Alastor, maybe we should—”

“Come, pet.” Alastor disregards the chorus of concerned comments without sparing them a glance, holding an arm out to you in invitation.

Then you’re scampering to his side, instant, instinctive, allowing him to curve around you protectively, guiding you away from a collection of worried faces with a palm plastered over the injury.

“I told you not to play,” Alastor admonishes in a singsong while he guides you through the threshold of his bedroom

Leaning into him, you nestle your cheek against his ribs, catlike, hiding the blurry disappointment nipping at your eyes.

“But I wanted to.”

“You should’ve known better,” he chides, but his voice is tender, fingers rubbing soothing circles into your shoulder as he ushers you into his bathroom, depositing you on the rim of the clawfoot tub. “Your injuries are not fully healed yet.”

Your injuries are never fully healed, you want to point out. He is constantly engraving new cuts, scrapes, slashes, bites into you; there is never a moment where your body is not stained with Alastor in some way.

“I thought they’d be okay,” you say instead, forehead scrunched in petulance.

“Well, you thought wrong.”

“Who knew a game of Twister could be so strenuous,” you mutter to yourself, bottom lip wavering on the edge of a pout.

He snorts out a titter, mean and scoffing as his fingers pick through the first aid kit. “For such a smart little girl, you can be really stupid sometimes, can’t you?”

“What?”

But he refuses to elaborate, continuing on as if you hadn’t spoken at all.

“Clearly, Master cannot allow you to make decisions for yourself,” he teases, but his tone holds a twinge of sincerity, a vow of certainty.

This is the last time you’ll be making a decision on your own for a long time.

“Arms up.”

Immediately, you comply, arms held straight over your head, Alastor’s hands curling in the hem of your dress and pulling it from your body in one swift, fluid motion.

It stings, the linen of the dress ripped harshly from the steadily weeping wound it had been clinging to, a yelp cracking in your throat.

A halfhearted hush falls from your Master’s lips as he carefully drapes the soiled dress over the rim of the tub, taking a moment to admire the stain. A finger traces around the blotch almost affectionately, a tender sigh exhaled out his nose. Then his palms are finding your legs, pushing them apart and sinking to his knees, wedging himself between your spread thighs.

“All right, let Master see,” he murmurs, shoulders hunched a little as he becomes eye level with the gash, your spine straightening to present the tear to him.

Hesitant fingers prod at the surrounding flesh, now smeared with dried blood, inspecting the damage.

“You ripped open every single stitch,” Alastor chuckles quietly, his fingers tugging at the bordering skin and watching with macabre awe as the wound gapes open beneath the pressure, a thick torrent of blood oozing out.

A whine that sounds suspiciously close to his title sticks in your throat, half-stifled by your clenched teeth, and he looks up at you, sadistic amusement glimmering in his eyes.

“Does that hurt, sweetheart?” His fingertips press down on the tender flesh, now slick with blood, and shove together, completely sealing the wound, another cascade of crimson spilling past the seam.

“Master!” you cry out, fingers clamping over his shoulders to steady yourself, nails scraping against cotton.

The force of his touch increases, claws nearly sinking into the torn slash. “Answer my question.”

“Yes!” you choke out, head nodding in quick little motions. “Yes, it hurts.”

A soft hum vibrates at the back of his throat, sharp teeth hidden behind a wide, close-lipped smile. Leaning forward, he plants his tarnished hands on your thighs for stability, then runs his nose along the top of the cut, inhaling one deep breath, his entire ribcage expanding as his chest swells with it.

He stops, holds the scent in his lungs for a moment, lets it ferment into something sick and foul, lets it steep in the tissues and infuses them with you, before finally exhaling, the rush of air frigid against the bleeding gash.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, rubbing his mouth into the blood. “So fucking delicious.”

Tongue unfurling from his mouth, he traces, slow and cautious, around the edges of the wound with the tip, turning rusted blood watery and faded, grotesque streaks painted across your flesh. A noise claws at his throat, desperate to get out as he shoves it back down, tongue flattening over the slit and dragging, measured and meticulous, slick muscle soaking up the percolating blood.

“Alastor,” you nearly moan, dainty fingers curling around his antlers, the sudden touch evoking a growl from deep within his chest.

“Let your Owner clean it,” he spits against the injury, lips brushing it again, voice muffled by your skin.

And so, you do—because you’re nothing if not an obedient little pet girlfriend for your Owner, back arching as you press your ribs into his mouth, offering yourself up to him.

He laves over the laceration three more times, glazing it in a protective layer of his saliva, glimmering in the light with each of your shallow breaths.

“Better,” he breathes, the word nothing more than a wisp of air against the wet cut, chills skittering across your flesh.

“Th-Thank you, Master,” you whisper, fingers tugging on his antlers a little, desperate to get him closer. “I—It felt nice.”

Crimson eyes flick up, his gaze veiled by heavy lids as he laps at his lips, cleaning them of excess blood, some of it streaked along his chin.

And, oh, how breathtakingly beautiful he looks coloured in strokes of you.

Hips twitching a little, your thighs tense around his torso, and he looks down again, eyes honing in on the drenched lace between your legs, panties molding to your cunt and accentuating every dip, every bump, every contour.

He chuckles at the sight—something dark, something decadent, something demeaning melting on his tongue.

“Well,” he pants softly to himself, pride tweaking the edges of his smile. “Would you look at that.”

A finger traces the outline of your cunt—over your hood, along your lips, circling your hole and just barely pressing into it, watching with a morbid fascination the way it flutters against his finger, delicate material dipping, trying to siphon his finger into you.

“You would like that, you nasty little girl.”

But he’s aroused, too, his cock straining eagerly against his trousers, a direct result of your sweet blood still tinging his tongue, your precious yelps of pain still ringing in his ears. Saliva pools in the dips of your mouth as you stare at it, thighs flexing on either side of him again, another gush of warmth flooding the apex of your legs.

“Master, you’re—” you begin in a stringy, needy whine, swallowing thickly. “You—You’re…Can we…”

“Can we what?”

A knuckle finds your chin, drawing your eyes back to his, a thumb gripping the point, inhibiting you from fleeing his invasive stare.

“Come now, it’s rude not to finish your sentence.”

Pricks of embarrassment erupt across your face, eyes teetering on a wince as you force the stubborn words from your tongue, question trembling.

“Can we fuck?”

Crimson searches your face, pupils pulsing with a vile sort of voracity, consuming his irises bit by bit as he contemplates. His gaze is cutting, slicing into you as it torturously pulls apart your features and examines them one by one.

And you—you let him, open and willing and vulnerable and raw as you bear your soul to him, as you rip yourself open for him, as your fingers dig through meat and blood and bone to get to your core, offering it to him wholeheartedly.

“Perhaps,” he finally responds, reaching for his surgical needle and thread. “I’m going to re-stitch this now,” he tells you, voice a touch huskier than before. “If you are well behaved as I tend to the wound—no squirming, no complaining—I might just give you what you want.”

His stare holds your own, an eyebrow raising, imbued with inquiry.

Are you ready to play?

Oh, he isn’t going to make it easy for you, but you’re up for the challenge.

#alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor x y/n #alastor smut #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel smut #tw:blood

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wildflower | z.cl

“you know you are my favourite fantasy”

💿now playing: wildflower by 5 seconds of summer

❯ summary: Chenle just has to make it through one more round of twister. Then, you and his friends can leave and he can take care of the boner growing in his pants from your limbs grazing over his crotch every turn. Yeah, that’s his plan. Just one more round.

❯ pairings: chenle x fem!reader

❯ genre: friends to lovers, smut

❯ words: 4.0k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, light petting, male masturbation, explicit descriptions of chenle's thoughts while he gets off, voyeurism, hand jobs, literally just horny chenle, reader uses she/her pronouns.

"Chenle, left foot, green," Jisung announces.

It's just a game of Twister, Chenle keeps reminding himself as the colourful spinner dictates his next move. So why is he feeling so flustered? He needs to get a grip. Like he said, it's just a fucking game for Christ’s sake, one that families play on holidays. There's no reason for him to be turned on right now, but he is.

"Dude, will you hurry up? I don’t think I can handle Jaemin's ass in my face much longer," Haechan grumbles from his awkward position on the board, head perched to the side to avoid eye contact with the back of Jaemin's jeans.

"Stop pretending you don’t love my ass."

Chenle feels no sympathy for Haechan; after all, this stupid game was his idea. He's the reason Chenle keeps having to conjure up the most unsexy thoughts imaginable to suppress the growing bulge in his pants.

It all started with a trip to the mall earlier in the day. Chenle had turned his back for just five minutes to go to the bathroom, and when he returned, he found his friends gathered around the ridiculous board game on the shelf.

"Come on, it'll be fun," Haechan insisted, while Jaemin practically bounced with excitement.

Chenle thought it was stupid; he's never been any good at Twister. But they all begged and pleaded to buy the game instead of sticking to the original movie night plans Chenle had organised for their traditional Friday night hangouts. And truthfully, Chenle had no intention of playing the game, let alone buying it. That is, until you stepped off the wall you were leaning against to join the conversation.

You strode over to pick up the box Haechan was clutching onto and inspected it. Chenle's gaze was fixed on your fingers as they tapped the package gently. It was surprising how everyone instantly fell silent from the shock of you wanting to get involved in their antics for a change.

"Come on, Lele, Haechan has a point. It does look fun," you encouraged.

Chenle's attention immediately shifted to your puppy-dog eyes, and he swore they were strong enough to break his willpower. Or maybe it was the way your lips protruded in a practised pout, staring up expectantly at him. Actually, now that he thinks about it, it was definitely the soft and eager "Please," that you uttered that had him heading straight to the counter with the box and his wallet.

That's what landed him here now. Stupid you and your stupid eyes and your even more stupidly cute smile.

“Chenle did you hear me?!” Jisung waves the spinner in front of his face, “Left foot, green.”

He snaps back to attention, finally shifting his left foot to a green circle.

“Fucking finally,” Haechan murmurs, “Sung, spin it for me.”

Jisung complies, giving Haechan his next instruction. Haechan begins to twist his body through the gap between Jaemin’s legs – he just needs to stretch a little more to reach the blue target in his vision. But then…

“Ow, what the fuck?!” Jaemin groans, his ass crashing down on the board from Haechan’s manoeuvring between his limbs.

“That was totally your fault! If you didn’t wriggle your body at the last second I wouldn’t have—”

"Nobody cares, Haechan. You're out. Off the board," Chenle grits through his teeth. He can't stand the arguing; it only prolongs the silly game for him, and he doesn’t want that – he doesn't need that. He just wants to get this all over with.

But as Haechan and Jaemin move away from the board he realises that won’t be so easy because you and him are the last two players standing. Chenle gulps, the realisation hitting him like a truck. He’s the only player left that you can tangle your limbs up with.

He doesn’t need this – this is what he’s been trying to avoid thinking about all night. You’ve only innocently brushed him this round, nothing overtly explicit. But just seeing you contort and arch alone was enough to trigger a twisted fantasy in his mind.

Chenle considers forfeiting. Sure, he's a little competitive, but he’d rather lose than pop a boner in front of all his friends while playing the old-school classic game of Twister. He also knows Haechan would complain, insisting that the winner was rigged and therefore there needs to be a rematch. Chenle does not need a rematch.

He just needs to focus. Keep his head in the game for a little while longer. Then, you and his friends can leave. Yeah, that’s the plan. He just needs to breathe.

Chenle composes himself, hastily waving his finger in Jisung’s direction. “It’s her spin.”

“Y/N, right-hand yellow.”

You’re already reclining, distributing your weight between a palm and a back foot. And you’re just as competitive, so when Jisung issues the instruction, you aim for the dot directly beneath Chenle but still behind him, manoeuvring beneath him for your hand to brush past his thigh before landing on the target.

Chenle almost stumbles at the slight touch, and it makes you raise an eyebrow. Was he ticklish or something?

“Y/N, that’s cheat–”

“Oh, so when she touches you, it’s cheating, but when Jaemin wiggles, I get told to get off the board,” Haechan complains. “I see how it is.”

“Be quiet, Haechan,” Jisung says, and Chenle is thankful for the intervention as he shushes the boy and flicks the spinner with his hand. “Left hand, red.”

Chenle looks down at the position you’re both in right now. So far, luck had been on his side as he was still on two feet, but you, you were on all fours and very close to him. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about looking down to see you pooled at his feet, looking up at him with pretty eyes, but he never imagined it like this.

The fact that this is all happening in front of his friends should be enough to kill his boner, but he’s still turned on. Not only was just the position of you on all fours tantalizing enough to begin with, but your last spin caused arms to cross over one another, pushing your breasts together.

Damn.

Chenle bites the bullet and goes for it, his body fully covering yours as he plants his right hand in front of him. In theory, his plan sounded like a good idea; if he places his right hand on the red dot behind you, he can just hover over you and then he won’t have to see you looking up at him with those pretty tits, he so desperately wants to fuck, on display.

But that was all in theory, because Chenle may have overlooked one massive fatal flaw. The new position places his crotch right in front of your face, and Chenle hadn’t even registered that until he could feel your hot breath against the fabric of his sweatpants.

This is not good.

Chenle can’t help but panic, he knows being like this, his clothed cock so close to your lips, he’s not gonna be able to hide his growing erection any longer. His cheeks flush, he doesn’t know how much more he can take, but he still tries to compose himself.

It’s just a game of twister.

“Y/N, right-hand green.”

Chenle thanks the heavens when he hears Jisung tell you to move your right hand because it’s that hand that’s already put him in this stupid predicament. You move to a red dot and it helps create some space between your lips and his groin. And Chenle thinks the Earth is finally on his side, because Jisung’s next instruction is for him.

“Left-hand blue.”

This seems perfect, he thinks. He can simply shift the hand that caused him to hover over you behind him. That should work. And it does, but only for a little while. Because on Jisung’s next instruction, you’re reaching over Chenle's shoulder with a hand, but your reach isn’t quite good enough, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep himself balanced on one arm.

Then it happens – you land on top of him, and the room fills with whoops and cheers as the game comes to an end. But Chenle can’t comprehend that because all he can think about is you, and how your body is pressed on his, tits crushing him and looking so delectable.

He sees you laughing, and God, how he adores your smile. He almost loves it as much as he loves how close you are to him, almost. You feel so warm, and he wants you to stay there forever, wrapped up in him as he... well, his thoughts suddenly take a more heated turn.

Damn, he’s getting hard.

No, fuck, he’s getting hard with you on top of him.

Without hesitation, Chenle brushes you off him and rises to his feet. He hastily adjusts his sweats to conceal his bulge, but nothing can disguise the sudden shift in his mood, which casts a frosty chill over the atmosphere.

“Dude, you good?” Mark asks.

“Yeah, I'm fine,” Chenle responds, his voice strained as he tries to sound casual.

The vibes in the room have turned awkward, suffocating almost. All he can think about is you, and he just wants this whole shit show to be over.

“Hey, why don't we call it a night?” he suggests, trying to mask the urgency in his tone. “I mean, it's getting late, and I'm sure we all have stuff to do tomorrow.”

You exchange glances with the others, sensing Chenle's unease, but you all agree to pack up and leave. As you gather your things and head towards the door, Chenle can't shake the image of you out of his mind. All he wants is to be alone, to explore the thoughts and desires that have been swirling in his head ever since the game started – he wants to deal with his boner.

Once you’re gone, Chenle lets out a sigh of relief, finally able to breathe again. But even with the apartment empty, his mind is still consumed by thoughts of you. He knows he needs to get a grip, but the memory of your touch, your laughter, lingers in the air, and he can't help but crave you.

He can’t control himself anymore, he just feels so needy. He sits down on the sofa, eyes fluttering shut as he thinks. He lets his tongue slip out from between his lips and one hand travels down his body, over his hoodie until he reaches the waistband of his sweatpants.

He can still feel the warmth of your breath there, and he’s harder than a rock, but this time there's no need to hide it. He wastes no time slipping inside the fabric to palm himself, his hands cool and rough. He savours the feeling of rubbing his long, thick length slowly with both hands, imagining it's your body taking him in, and filling you to the hilt.

You.

The girl he could never quite shake. The girl who Jisung had introduced to the group a couple of years ago. The girl who started hanging out with them more often, securing her invite to ‘boy’s night’ at his place. The girl who he’d found himself having the same interests as. The girl who was seconds ago brushing soft fingers over his body while playing Twister.

His friend.

His mouth parts and he thrust his cock up into his fisted hands. Precum lubes the tip of his head as he spreads it around with his thumb, gently rubbing the slick up and down himself. Needing more glide, he spits into his hand and rubs it down his length, coating his cock. He knows that when he finally gets to bury himself inside of you he won’t need spit, you’ll be fucking soaking for him, he’ll make sure of it.

He squeezes his eyes shut and groans. He needed this, badly. It had been a long night of your body bending, spinning and twisting – and fuck – remembering the way your back curved so delicately in the first round.

Not to mention you’d worn leggings that clung to your skin and a T-shirt that dipped low enough to flash everyone. Skimpy shit that you insisted were your ‘comfortable clothes’. He doesn’t believe that for a second – but he’s not complaining. They may have killed him when he was trying to hide his arousal, but now he’s glad he’s got a more accurate image for his thoughts.

Thoughts that include him wanting nothing more than to feel your body beneath his, sweating and used. Panting. Hair wild and a mess, as his fingers explore every inch of your flesh. He wants you wet enough that your arousal seeps over your thighs. He wants his cum dripping out your mouth, down your chin, and pooling on your tits.

He wants you filthy.

Fuck.

He palms himself up and down again, gritting his teeth and throwing his head back against the sofa.

He wants to bend you over, stretch you out. He wants to make you beg for him, writhe for him. Mould you to be his perfect little toy. If you could see him panting as he indulgently strokes himself to thoughts of you he’s sure you’d be flushed, embarrassed.

The image has him shuddering and thrusting his cock up into his hand again. And again. And again.

Fuck. What would you say if you knew? If you walked in and saw him?

You couldn’t blame him. Nobody forced you to insist on the game of Twister. Nobody forced you to trace your delicate little hands across his legs and arms and shoulders as you found the coloured circles. Nobody forced you to stumble on top of him, your grip holding his shoulders to find balance, immediately triggering his mind with thoughts of you riding him.

And fuck – nobody forced you to be that flexible.

His arms begin to ache at the punishing speed, but he couldn't stop. He wouldn’t stop. It felt too good. He hisses at the smooth glide over the sensitive underside of his head, head falling back again as he curses.

He knows you’d beg for it - just like he is.

“Fuck, Y/N…”

You and Haechan are making your way through Chenle’s building, en route to the parking lot. Haechan had insisted on you driving him home tonight, citing that "Ubers are too expensive in this economy." But as you both walk towards the car, your mind starts to wander.

Chenle's behaviour tonight was odd.

He never ends your Friday night hangouts early, and his sudden shift in demeanour was quite... uncharacteristic. Moreover, he's usually very competitive, yet there were numerous instances during the game where he could have easily nudged or jostled you, but he refrained. It was almost as if you were a hot stove, and he feared getting burned by touching you.

Was he coming down with a cold or something? Whatever it was you don’t like it, and you’re about to ask Haechan about it. However, as your hand reaches into your jacket pocket, you realize: shit, you left your car keys.

"Mind waiting here? I left my keys back there," you inform Haechan and he looks at you unimpressed.

He groans dramatically, “Y/N, it’s freezing out.”

"Relax, I'll be back in five minutes tops," you assure him.

"I knew I should've gone home with Jisung.”

You quirk an eyebrow, "What was that?"

"Nothing, just hurry up."

You return to Chenle’s building, taking the elevator up and walking down the halls. You hoped he hadn’t retired to bed if he was feeling unwell. Unfortunately, you can't even send him a quick text because your phone is with your keys.

You're slightly puzzled as you reach Chenle's door and find it open just a crack, unusual for him as he typically locks up immediately after everyone leaves. Concern creeps in — did something happen to him?

Anxiety triggers, and though you know you should knock and give him some warning that you're entering his apartment, your rational mind seems to switch off. And then it fogs because you just realised what you’ve just walked into.

Chenle’s head is thrown back with shut eyes, lips parted just a touch as he fists his cock. He groans, the motions causing a loud sloppy sound. His hand goes past the base of his cock and he grabs his balls, tugging at them with a whine.

He fucking whined.

You have to fight every urge not to gasp because the sight sends heat to the place between your legs, wetness pooling in your panties because he looks so hot, so unfiltered, raw and erotic. His face is so relaxed, his breath uneven, and you wonder what has got him so worked up. He looked like he was ready to kill moments ago.

“Fuck Y/N…”

What the fuck?

Chenle sounds like he’s on the brink of an orgasm…to your name. Were you hearing it correctly? If only you could see better, peer further into his apartment, and realize that you'd made this whole thing up, then you could relax – you could curse your mind for playing such a cruel hot joke on you.

So you do, you creek the door open and that’s when you see his abs begin to quiver and his eyebrows knit tighter together. It was visible that he was getting close and he let out an involuntary yell, hips bucking as his hand pumps harder.

Your thighs rub together, and your legs threaten to tremble from the sight. You'd never imagined yourself being so turned on from watching someone else get off, but here you are, and you don't think you've ever been more aroused.

And perhaps you’re a little too aroused because you don’t even realise that Chenle’s hand has stopped stroking because he’s staring straight at you, eyes wide looking like a deer in headlights. His cheeks are red and he’s awkwardly stuffing his very hard cock back into his sweats.

“Oh shit! Fuck! I’m sorry,” you stumble over your words as you turn around, giving him a little bit of privacy.

Chenle is at a loss for words. While he might have entertained the idea of you catching him, he never expected it to actually happen. And he certainly hadn't anticipated just how hot the glint of lust in your eyes as you watched him would be.

“No, it’s my fault…I should have locked the door.”

You’re still facing away from him, looking at his apartment walls when he stands to his feet and walks closer to you. You can feel the heat radiating off his body as he settles behind you. It’s a delicious warmth and if you weren’t just caught being a fucking perv, you would have let yourself bask in it.

“N-No, I should have knocked, I just came to get my keys, I’m so so sorry–”

“Y/N will you just look at me?”

He cuts you off and you feel him wrap a hand around your wrist. You wonder if it’s the same one that was wrapped around his cock and – fuck Y/N – now is not the time.

His gentle tug compels you to turn around and face him. You can't bring yourself to meet his eyes; instead, yours remain fixed on the floor. Still, you can feel the intensity of his gaze burning into your forehead.

"How long were you standing there?" His voice breaks the silence, prompting your mouth to open and close, resembling a fish for a moment as you process his question.

"I-I um, not long," you stammer out.

“Not long?” He raises an eyebrow, “Were you planning on standing there until I came or what?”

Your mouth goes dry as the realization dawns upon you because, yes, that's exactly what you were planning on doing. You wanted to witness what he looked like when he reached his climax, to see if he could possibly look any sexier than he already did as an orgasm washed over him.

“Lele—”

"You know," his finger reaches up to rest beneath your chin, trailing along your jawline until he has a firm grip, coaxing your eyes to meet his. "If you wanted to see me cum, the least you could have done was offer to help."

"W-what?" Your eyes widen in surprise.

"You heard me," he smirks confidently. "You gonna help me or what, Y/N?"

You bite your lip and nod, your hand dances along the hem of his sweats slipping inside to feel the length of his cock. It twitches in your grasp, and it doesn’t surprise you since he looked so close to his peak only seconds ago.

Chenle sucks in a breath, he’s thought about this moment plenty, and today specifically, he’s been so pent up about it. He focuses on the feeling of your touch, slow but effective as you tease him. And Chenle swears he almost drools at the sight of you collecting his precum and licking it off your thumb – it’s so filthy – just as he fantasised.

The sounds coming from his mouth are heavenly and sinful all the same, echoing in your ears. Your hand hovers over his length again, only starting to stroke when he bucks his hips. The rutting of his hips forces you to quicken the pace and his breath is all but shallow gasps.

Chenle can’t help the way his abdomen tenses, and his eyes find themselves falling on your low-cut top that had earlier been teasing him with your tits as you contorted your body for a stupid board game. Chenle thinks the view paired with your vigorous stroking might be enough for him to blow his load in his pants.

He's whining. He needs it. He’s chasing it.

He spasms as you continue frantically fucking him with your fist. He meets your touches grunting and cursing with every thrust. He bites down hard on his lips when you grab his balls cupping and pulling and squeezing until you know his high is ready to hit him like a steam train.

Chenle’s body tenses, thrusting his cock as hard as he can manage. His stomach contracts as stars cloud his mind and he moans out your name. His body has never been hit by this much blinding bliss before – especially not from just a hand job. But still, his legs buckle and he has to steady himself on the wall behind him.

“Fuck Y/N! Just like that, gonna cum.”

Unashamed, his eyes roll back as cum shoots violently from his pulsing cock and all over your hand. His voice rings out clear and desperate with yells in the air. Long strings of hot cum coat your fingers, each rope eliciting another groan. Another clench. Another bliss.

You bite your lip, relishing the explicit sight of Chenle as he rides out his orgasm. Despite being soaked through with arousal yourself, your own pleasure takes a backseat; witnessing him in such a state – sweat glistening on his forehead, eyes glazed with ecstasy – is more than enough to satisfy you.

As you withdraw your hand from his sweats, you both gaze at the white substance coating your fingers. You're almost tempted to tease him with it, to watch him shiver as you lick it off your fingers, but that fantasy is abruptly cut short when the front door swings open.

“Seriously how hard can it be to find some damn keys—”

Haechan takes one glance at your glistening hand and the wet patch on Chenle’s pants and puts the pieces together. Then, he looks at you his eyes squeezing as he grimaces.

“If you left me in the freezing cold for fifteen minutes to give Chenle a fucking hand job, I'm going to kill both of you."

#nct smut #nct dream smut #chenle smut #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #chenle x reader #nct hard hours #kpop smut

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bloompompom · 5 months

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✦ content: girl dad!eren jaeger x fem!reader, domestic fluff

“What are you doing?”

The words left you on a disbelieving laugh. You leaned against the doorway to your family room, eyes cast down to where your husband and three-month-old daughter lay.

Up until more recent milestones, Eren was the one invested in the baby’s toys and trinkets, not her. They wouldn’t have gotten much use if not for his insistence on testing everything out, or so he said. You’d call it his boyish sense of curiosity, something he never quite outgrew.

So, really, it should have come as no surprise when you found him adjoined your daughter on the floor, with her sprawled and sharing a corner of her play mat for her father to rest his head. Above them, a colorful arch decorated with various sensory toys—tiny rattles and shakers, crinkly plushes.

“Trying to figure out what’s so interesting about this thing,” Eren said, flicking one of the spinners.

Your daughter’s little eyes widened until you could make out the green of them, even from where you stood. Eren turned to her with delight, waiting for her reaction when he spun the ring a second time. A smile squished her cheeks and a giggle slipped past—the tiniest sound you could imagine but somehow more than enough to make your heart want to burst from your chest.

“See?” He lifted his head to get a better look at her and softly poked the tip of her nose. “What’s so funny?”

She smiled again, bigger this time, putting a cute scrunch in her nose.

“The box said it’s for zero to twelve months. I think you might be a smidge too old to get it,” you teased.

She was at that age now, rounding the corner where merely observing the world around her blossomed into reacting to it as well. You’d only known her smile for weeks, such a small fraction of your life, and already you were enamored with it, more than anything else. She was still discovering her own—sometimes crooked, sometimes not—while you strived to discover their causes. Which, more often than not, was Eren. Annoyingly so at times, but only because he absolutely ate it up.

His eyes were still fixed on your daughter, as were yours. She stuck a plump hand out to paw toward Eren’s face or hair, you couldn’t tell, but fell short—she was still tackling coordination. He hooked her hand with his finger and kissed her tiny knuckles.

You were reminded of the impermanence of the moment. It was a warm feeling, honey-colored like the ephemeral ray of afternoon sun that told you sunset was near. That night was inevitable the same way tomorrow was inevitable, then the day after that. Soon enough, she would be able to grab his hair or pinch your face without falling short. It would hurt, but you would laugh anyway, and you would think back to this day.

So you joined them. You walked over and dropped to the floor. You inched your way beneath the arch, right beside your daughter, and flipped a gear until it spun, just to see what all the fuss was about.

#eren fluff #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #dad!eren #divider by @/saradika-graphics

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thelovelyruin · 7 months

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𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : you heard choso was an eater, and you wanna find out if it’s true.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : smut, HORNY, let's be honest, porn with very little plot, oral sex, praise, teasing, fingering.

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from tongue twister by cash cash.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! probably the horniest shit i’ve ever written. i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

I want your tongue twister; got me beggin' for your head spinner!

Now, when you heard from a friend of a friend of a friend that Choso was an eater, you took it with a grain of salt. You hadn’t seen him talk to anyone since about a year ago, but that was when he broke up with his ex (who you’d assume was the one who started the rumor); she cheated or something like that; you didn’t give a damn because you had a boyfriend at the time. But that was a year ago. And Choso looked fine now. He’d had a bit of glow-up since then, doing a new hairstyle since he let his hair grow out, some tattoos, and working out a bit. He also became a little more social, still keeping to himself but a little more outgoing at parties and whatnot. You’d never really had a conversation with him, only ever seeing him on campus, both of you wrapped up in conversations to really notice each other. That was until right now.

I want it, I want it; let's get loud!

“CHOSO, CHOSO, CHOSO!”

They’d all been doing a strikeout competition, which pretty much consisted of taking a hit of a blunt, doing a shot, chugging a beer, and then, finally, exhaling. Most guys throw up or can’t even make it past the shot, but Choso had won three times now, which everyone was pretty damn excited about. You’d think he’d be hammered now, but technically, it had only been three shots, so no biggie, but they were tequila shots. He was a little tipsy, laughing as Yuuji raised his hand in celebration, the other guys getting hyped and banging on their chests, walking up to give him dap. Once the main event pretty much ended, you went to walk away until:

“Wait, wait, wait, you guys gotta see him do this thing!”

“Nah, Yuuji, I don’t think I can right now.”

“Nonsense, we got you; somebody get the damn cherries out the fridge.”

Now what the fuck were they gonna do with that? They brought them up to Choso, sitting them on the counter as everyone watched him pull one out the case.

“Fuck it.”

Choso put it in his mouth; what, he was gonna take a shot with a cherry in his mouth? That’s pretty basic compared to what he was just doing. Except he hadn’t taken a shot after. And did he eat the whole damn thing? What about the-

“HOLY SHIT HE DID IT!”

Choso stuck out his tongue, the stem of the cherry tied into a heart. Everyone went batshit, completely impressed by the trick. His friends, yet again, hyped him up. He looked around at everyone smiling, that was, until he made eye contact with you. And what did you look like? Flustered as fuck. When he pulled it onto his tongue, you felt something in the pit of your stomach, which shot straight on down. It was pretty fuckin’ hot. But why were you so excited? Because it proved, he really was an eater.

‘Cause I can't fight the feeling of your tongue twister, I want it!

You’d walked away after that; he’d gotten a rise out of you for sure, and you had to go cool down. You’d found Nobara and Mai by the pool, drinking some punch and smiling at you as you walked up to them.

“Told you!”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t think he was gonna do that!”

“It’s a party trick, ya know. Yuuji on his shoulder, it was bound to happen.”

“You say that like you’ve seen it before!”

“‘Cause we have. He’s just not my type.”

Nobara shook her head in agreement, leaving you surprised.

“Now, go get some punch and loosen up; we’re about to play beer pong soon.”

So fine girl, I must be dreamin'...

“Fine.”

With that, you walked back to the kitchen, grabbed a cup of punch, and headed back to-

“Hey.”

You almost jumped out of your damn skin. You knew it was him, you’d recognize his voice from earlier, but when you turned around, you hadn’t expected to see him like this. His eyes were half-lidded, bloodshot from being high probably, and flushed a bit from the alcohol. He leaned against the counter, eyes looking up at you.

“Um, hey.”

Now, Choso wasn’t a homewrecker. He thought you were pretty damn cute, but he knew you had a boyfriend, so he backed off. That was until tonight when he caught eyes with you and asked Yuuji about you, who told him you’d broken up with your ex a year ago, but Yuuji wasn’t always a reliable source. So, Choso was feeling a little hot, in a horny way; you possibly being single put a fire under his ass. So now, he was talking to you.

“Saw you earlier; why didn’t you play?”

“Oh, not really my type of game?”

“No? Why’s that?”

“I’m not a big tequila drinker. Um, my friends are waiting, so I should probably get going.”

You felt so hot; you had to go back to Mai and Nobara. There was no way you could keep doing this, especially when he looked like that, like some sort of animal that wanted to eat you alive. But then again, after tonight, that wasn’t so bad. You shot him a little wave and walked off; now you just had to find out where-

“Wait a second.”

He’d grabbed your arm now, not enough to hurt you, but enough to shift your attention back to him with a look that said you weren’t going anywhere. So, you didn’t.

“Um, what’s up?”

“You know, I gotta tell you somethin’.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“I think you’re real pretty. Usually, yeah, but tonight, your curves look pretty damn good in that dress.”

You wanted to respond; truly, you did, but you completely froze when he looked you dead in your eyes. You were about to die; your panties were probably fucking soaked from all this interaction with him. You were fuckin’ melting when he brought his hand behind your waist, bringing you closer to him. Choso brought his lips up to your ear, licking the skin there. He didn’t really give a fuck if you had a boyfriend at this point.

I’m comin' in, and you got me talkin'…

“Can I eat your pussy?”

“Can you do wha-”

”You heard me, princess.”

“Um, I uh-”

“Meet me, upstairs bathroom, five minutes.”

With that, he let you go, walking off somewhere in the party. You were nearly panting. The fuck did he just ask you? You found Mai and Nobara at the ping pong tables, unable to speak.

“Oh, there you are. You okay?”

“Yeah, I just- um, I gotta go, uh, use the bathroom! But, I have to, um, just don’t check on me, I’ll be fine.”

“Uh, okay, girl. Call us if you need us.”

“Yeah, no problem!”

You walked away from them, still in shock from what was about to happen. He’d said 5 minutes, right? You could use the other 3 to get in there and cool off; try to act normal about this. You scurried up the stairs, controlling your breathing as you opened the bathroom door.

It's about time; let my lips start walkin'!

“Here early, huh?”

Choso pulled you into the bathroom, making sure no one was looking and locking it behind him. He turned to look at you, walking up and kissing you softly. You felt like someone was putting you on ice, calming down a bit, but mostly because you didn’t want him to feel you shaking in anticipation. He was so laid back, pulling away to look at you.

“Why ya so nervous?”

“Is that even a question? You told me a couple minutes ago you wanted to eat me out, and now, we’re here for you to do that.”

He chuckled and brought his hands under your ass, lifting you to sit on the counter. He massaged your hips as he looked into your eyes, kissing you again, bringing his hand up to the back of your neck to deepen it. You couldn't help but bring your hands up to his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hand found its way to the arch in your back. Your fingers ran through his hair, and you swore you heard him groan a little into the kiss. He pulled away from you, half-lidded eyes looking at you up and down.

“Got a question for ya.”

“What’s that?”

“You got a boyfriend?”

“No, but it’s a little too late for that, huh?”

“Nah, I’d have you in here either way.”

Now you wanna make my head drop…

You blushed at his confidence as he brought his lips back to you, this time on your collarbones, sucking lightly as his hand rested on your thigh. When he got to the top of your dress, he came up and gave you a quick kiss, letting your straps down and hooking his fingers in the front of it to pull it down; your tits falling out. He brought his hand up to massage them, his mouth next to your ear again.

“Nice tits, princess.”

You felt your body perk up at his comment, making him chuckle as he brought his mouth down, taking a nipple in his mouth. That tongue of his was just getting started, sucking in and kissing your nipples as you moaned into his touch. He’d been smiling at your positive reaction, bringing a hand down your body, feeling your pussy through your thong. He came up to your mouth and kissed you, smiling as his hand kept massaging your panty-clad pussy.

“This wet for me? I’m honored.”

God, you wished he’d shut the fuck up. Not because you didn’t like what he was saying, but because it was a little too physically effective. Choso was a little excited now, high on, well, high in general, but also on how worked up you’d gotten for him. Hooking his fingers in your thong, he pulled it down your legs, kissing the skin that led to the way back up. He had your body like putty in his hands, grabbing your ass and bringing you closer to the edge of the counter so he could get a good look at you. With two fingers, he spread your lips, precum soaking his fingers as he smiled at your reaction to him finally touching you.

Getcha in ya sweet spot…

“So fuckin’ pretty…”

Choso brought your legs over his shoulder, kissing your inner thighs as you squirmed, dying for him to touch you how you wanted. He chuckled at your reaction, then got to work. He brought his lips down to your pussy, letting his tongue split your folds like he was knocking on the damn door. That is until he opened the door for himself, sticking his tongue inside of you, dipping deep to make sure he could really taste you. You’d been moaning out, trying to keep as quiet as possible to ensure you didn’t alert anyone that the bathroom was extremely occupied.

Meanwhile, he was shamelessly groaning, exploring you like a hidden treasure. It was really when he moved his tongue to your clit that you were groaning his name, fingers in his hair as he lapped you up. He started slow, but then anticipation got the best of him, licking you up like his life depended on it. He felt too fuckin’ good, your pussy basically screaming at the satisfaction.

He’d opened your legs with his hands at this point; you were so stimulated you couldn’t keep them closed. Then, there was that fuckin’ eye contact. He shot darts at you, watching your every move, closing your eyes, throwing your head back; he wanted to see it all. You’d arch your back every time he licked your clit up and down and pulled your body forward every time he circled it. Like a fuckin’ movie, and he was the director. You knew you couldn’t take it much longer; that fire inside of you was burning up, getting hotter by the second. At this point, you were grinding your pussy against his face, feeling him smile as you begged him to make you cum.

“I’m close…”

Choso kept going, this time a little slower, teasing you to hold out a little longer. He wasn’t quite done having fun. He’d decided he wanted to feel your pussy on his fingers before you came, pumping them in and out of you real slow but curling them up to hit that spot inside of you. With a final look at you, he picked up the pace with his tongue again, bringing his fingers out so his hands could keep your legs still. You were goin’ crazy, gripping the sink, his hair, anything, trying to brace yourself for what was about to come. And then, you came. You threw your head back as your body tensed up, hand steady in his hair. He brought his hand up to cover your mouth before you could get loud, feeling you screaming his name into his hand.

Choso stood up now, wiping his face off and kissing you on your neck. He held you as you came down, head falling on his shoulder from how hard you came. He found your dress on the floor, putting it on you as you came to. You were spent. You had to hold your arms over his shoulders as he slid it up your body, kissing you when he brought it all the way up, and lastly, bringing his mouth to your ear.

“Such a good girl for me.”

Gonna make your body go crazy!

I want it; I want it one more time…

When you woke up the next day, it felt like almost nothing had happened until you saw the hickeys on your neck and legs. And you in Choso’s T-shirt. And his sheets. You immediately called Mai and Nobara to see what the hell happ-

“Oh, you’re up!”

Choso walked into the room, freshly showered, briefs hanging low on his waist that were quite thin, despite the very, um, thing they were meant to cover up.

“What happened last night? I know we-wait, did we?!”

“No, not all. After I ate you out, you damn near passed out, so I brought you back here to my place and gotcha all cleaned up, ya know, shower and took your makeup off. Then I put a shirt on you and laid you in my bed, so I took the couch. Didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything.”

“Oh, um, thank you?”

“No problem, princess.”

He walked over to his dresser to get some clothes out, hanging his towel over the back of his chair. You know you probably shouldn’t, but you had to know; the thought was itching you.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I just wanted to talk to you about your, um, reputation.”

“Oh, you talkin’ bout the rumors and stuff?”

“Yeah, those.”

Choso came over and sat with you on the bed, rubbing your thigh as he spoke.

“Yeah, I’ve heard ‘em. What people don’t know is that it originally came from Yuuji. The first time I did that cherry thing, he joked and said I looked like an eater, you know, like someone who, anyways, then it pretty much caught on. A lot of girls walk up to me these days, asking about its truthfulness and if they can test it out, but I’m not a very promiscuous guy. My last girl was last year, and that ended pretty toxic.”

I can't find the words to sing it: tongue twister! I want it, I want it!

“So, uh, why did you eat me out?”

“Well, I told you last night. I think you’re cute. I’ve seen you around for a while, but you're always in conversations with someone, I’m not one to interrupt. When I got a little fucked up last night, my dick pretty much told me to make a move, so here we are. I totally get if you’re not like looking for anything more than-”

“It’s not like that at all, um. It’s just surprising to hear you say all that.”

“So, what you’re saying is you do want that?”

“Um, I uh, yeah…”

He brought his lips to yours, kissing you passionately. When he pulled back from you, he gave you a smile as he blushed, but that ended pretty quickly when he brought his mouth to your ear.

“So, wanna go again?”

I wanna get you in a tongue twister, tied up in a tongue twister!

♱ the song used in this story is tongue twister by cash cash. 🖤

(this work is very different than my others! I encourage you to read speed. or fruit.)

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jamiethebeeart · 8 months

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Context: none

#lmao context none is a lie. ive got 2 different ideas attached to this but i dont feel like typing them out #shuichi iguchi #mha spinner #shigaraki tomura #fem shigaraki #fem spinner #not necessarily spinaraki bc i just.... dont care to draw the other league members hair (theyre so hard 😭) so its just them #i absolutely shouldve looked up dress references but instead i went on vibes alone and winged it.... i am not a designer #spinner absolutely has a knife strapped to her leg 😤#kind of want to design dresses for the league members but i have no ideas tbh #fun fact: they are the same height but the difference does correlate to the heel height 👍 (i matched it up bc im extra)#can't believe im actually postimg this when i finished instead of scheduling it (i usually finish stuff way early in the “morning” aka 3am)#mha jbee

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thecuriousquest · 3 months

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Shiggy Drug Dealer to Yandere HCs

Yandere!Shigaraki Tomura x Fem!Reader (you’re 18+ but still not old enough to buy alcohol)

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW (drugs, alcohol, and murder), mention of erection, Shiggy wants you, controlling/possessive yandere, conditioning, characters 18+

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Note: I’m not hating on anyone who chooses to do weed for medical/recreational purposes. This is just my take on Shiggy as a drug dealer who ends up falling in love with you.

@palesweetscherryblossom

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Just thinking about Drug Dealer turned Yandere Shigaraki.

He loves you so much that he stopped selling to you. He doesn’t give a shit about anyone else. He just wants you sober.

It pains him because now he doesn’t have a good excuse to see you anymore, but he still wants you to get clean.

He ends up stalking you, trying to just “coincidentally” run into you at some convenience store.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you in a while! How have you been doing?”

As if he doesn’t already know.

You tell him that you’re getting your drugs from Dabi now, and he knows, but he has to act like he doesn’t know.

Shiggy lies and tells you that Dabi puts fetenal in his weed. He tells you that Dabi mixes weed with a mixture of shit that could put down a horse.

“Imagine what that shit could do to you, Y/N.”

And you’re thinking about going to Twice or Spinner. You ask Shiggy about them because he really does seem genuine, but he makes up some shit about them being untrustworthy as well.

“Twice is schizo or some shit, and Spinner’s only in it to get girls high and then feel them up.”

You’re immediately put off by all three, and you pout slightly as you try to think of some way to just get some good fucking weed. So you ask him.

He literally sighs and looks away from you.

“Maybe…you should just stop. You…should enjoy your life sober. Stop putting that shit in your body.”

He wants to control you, but he doesn’t want to scare you. If you were his girl, he’d make sure you knew the rules. No drugs. You can drink if you want, but he’ll be there to supervise.

But you’re not his girl, not yet anyway.

You ask Shigaraki why he cares so much.

“Because…you’re actually a decent human being, and you deserve better.”

You can’t help but feel your heart pound and flutter.

You deserve better he says.

It makes you blush, even if it is an awkwardly phrased compliment.

You thank him and tell him you’ll think about staying clean.

However, when Shigaraki gets wind that you’re trying to contact some drug dealers around Japan, he can’t help but *intervene*.

Intervene as in kill them all. He has the power and the means to do it.

And suddenly, you’re left crawling back to Shigaraki on hands and knees. It’s a welcoming sight. You knocking at his door, eyes red and puffy from all of the stress in your life. You’ve been crying, you can’t stomach any food because of the anxiety, you can’t sleep because of the loud thoughts which race well into the night. You’ve been surviving on maybe two or three hours of sleep every night if you’re lucky.

The way you look makes his dick hard, but he pushes all of his urges down as he invites you inside.

No, he still won’t give you drugs, but he offers you a drink under his supervision. A little vodka shot. One. Only one. It’s not even half a shot glass. Basically just a third. It doesn’t get you drunk…

But it does take a bit of the edge off.

You do end up crashing at Shigaraki’s place, and his bed sheets smell like sandalwood and something synthetic like chemical spice, and his pillow is a little too thin for your liking, and his sweatshirt that he loans you is big and comfortable.

You fall asleep under the fleece blanket, not thinking as much, not feeling as much, so you finally manage to get seven hours of sleep.

It’s so good.

You don’t even notice that Shiggy is conditioning you. You, not being old enough to buy alcohol yet. You, only managing to fall asleep because of the tiny shot that Shigaraki supplies. You, feeling safe enough to fall asleep next to a warm body. You, waking up and feeling better than you ever have in the last few months. You, actually feeling up to eating breakfast, a meal you’ve gone without for a while now.

It’s all because of him. All thanks to him.

You can’t help but look at him like he’s your number one fucking hero.

Little do you know how much of a true villain he is.

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mamayan · 9 months

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May we get an nsfw Drabble or one shot for stepbrother spinner/pervy fem reader?

Absolutely, enjoy nonnie!♥️ The entire time I wrote this, I couldn’t stop thinking about that one porno that turned into a fucking comedy, where the girl is a life guard and the dude is in a bathtub and he goes “this isn’t a beach this a bathtub!” and she goes “I know and I think we should have sex,” and the guy is just confused and is like “…alright I guess…” lmfao

Stepbro! Spinner x Stepsis! Reader

tw: NSFW • Blowjob (double?) • Stepcest themes (not biological siblings) • Dub-con • Degradation • Brat! Reader • Fem! Reader

Tag: @sharpcheddarcheese

“S-stop! M’gonna tell ye’r ma if you don’t—ngh, wait please—!,” his claws scrape the wood flooring beneath him, Shuichi pathetically weak to your touch as you teasingly smile up at him.

How could you even do this? It’s wrong. On all the levels, it’s wrong. His dad would kill him, descale him and turn him into a pair of boots just to stomp him some more.

Apparently his dad isn’t enough to make him go soft, not when your pink little tongue licks up his shafts, your smaller hands wrapped around both to squish them together so you could wiggle your tongue between both. “Fuckkkk,” he’s about to pass out, or cum, or both. Embarrassingly he’s extremely close and you’ve hardly touched him yet. His teeth are bared aggressively but it does nothing to deter you. If anything, you become more emboldened by his fight to deny this, to deny you.

“What’s wrong Shu~♡ Not ready to drop the family act yet?” You swirled your tongue over the head of one of his cocks, chuckling as he groans low in his throat. His hips twitching up a little and smearing some pre-cum across your lips and cheek. The sight of his little sister laying her upper body in his lap to tease his cocks is too much. You could easily tell by how he trembled beneath you.

You were at it again. Vehemently disagreeing to even call him family when his dad had married your mom. You used to hate him, but his charm wasn’t in his ability to battle back against you. It was in his reliability, his loyalty and protectiveness.

It’s just you never wanted him to feel that way only because he saw you as his sister. That pissed you off. His desire for “family” cute but not when it was directed at you in that way.

“Please, this, we need to stop— fuck,” he’s panting, as you slip one inside your mouth and hollow out your cheeks to suck gently. He looks ruined and you’ve hardly played with him yet.

You release his cock with an audible pop and grinned up at him. “You keep saying we as if I give a damn about your stupid family ideals. How’s this? We can be a real family Shu, how about you marry me? That would make it true.” You laugh as he chokes on his own saliva, looked more than a little angry at your words.

“‘Ya shouldn’t say that shit so easy idiot!” A clawed hand comes up to grip the back of your neck, intent on pulling you off finally, but when you let a fat drop of spit fall from your lips onto his cock, he freezes.

“The idiot is you Shu,” you mutter before finally taking one cock all the way into your mouth and throat and gripping the other tightly to jerk in the same rhythm you set with your mouth.

“Shit, fuck, fuck m’gonna cum!” He gasps, hips thrusting up to force more of his fat tapered tip into your tight hot throat.

You pull off before he can cum, making him nearly whine.

“Aww~♡ You’re fucking pathetic, were you about to cum down your little sister’s throat Shu? That’s disgusting.” You grinned as his eyes go wide with guilt and shame. You continue a slow motion with his cock in your hand as you lean further up his torso so he’s made to look at you. “What’s wrong? You said this is wrong, but it’s you who was about to paint his baby sister’s face with his hot load.” You were goading him, it was obvious, and he was certainly putting up a good fight in the face of it.

In the end though, he loses. “Fucking bitch,” he all but growls before taking a fist full of your hair and pressing your face back down on his cock. Moaning when you relent and open your warm mouth for his dick to invade and thrust up into. He could care less it gagged you, even chuckling when a few tears prick your pretty eyes.

“This want ya fuckin’ wanted? The fuck are they even teachin’ at that fancy college you go to?” He’s pushing and pulling your head like a toy as he fucks your mouth. Your free hand forced to grip his shirt still on to ground yourself a bit. “Okay baby, ya wanted me’t treat ya like my woman, I am now.” He laughs, moaning as you drool and slobber on his dicks, struggling to breathe and crying now. You looked messy and adorable, like a slut for his enjoyment and not the precious sister he normally tried to treat you as. He’s not thinking anymore, just focused on cuming as hard as possible down your throat like you asked for.

“Fuckin’ take it all—,” he groans, stuffing his cock as deep down into your throat as possible as your cry is stifled. You feel his cock twitch and even expand in your throat, eyes widening in panic as you shake, while his second cock shoots another load all over your neck and chest. His balls are drawn tight as he gasps, pushing your head down even further until your nose is smashed against his scales.

You nearly pass out before he releases you, having cum straight down your throat and into your stomach.

You cough and sputter, trying to fill your lungs with air and dispel the burning in them. Tears, snot, saliva, and cum cover your pretty face. Hair disheveled and cocky expression finally gone as you look up at him with those sweet eyes he adores.

Until your words throw him for another spin.

“You still didn’t even make me cum, who would want to be your woman when you can’t even do that?”

“Fuckin’ brat!” You giggle at his irritation.

#not proof read!#request filled #Spinner smut #bnha spinner smut #shuichi iguchi mha #shuichi iguchi smut #spinner x reader #spinner x y/n #fem! reader #Shuichi Iguchi x fem! reader #stepbro spinner

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fertilize-my-eggs · 8 months

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Villains getting caught masturbating

A/N: this one was pretty fun, I wish I'd done this one sooner but it's pretty long and reader just gets horny and frisky with them sooo this is smut with no plot basically. Hope y'all enjoy this one😄💕 ( also there different readers in case you're wondering why reader has different color words in each one that why.) Sorry if it bad, this took me days to write this😭😭😭

Dabi, shigaraki, compress, spinner with fem reader smut.

Warning: it's has some smut, dabi & shiggy kinda of a dick while compress and spinner are pretty sweet. (Bit of dubcon for dabi, cum eating, public masturbation, oral, rough sex, riding and horny reader 😜)

MINORS & ANTIS STAY AWAY it's 18+ content!!

Dabi

I personally don't think dabi would do this often but when he does, he doesn't care where he at.

Him casually takes his cock out in an empty alleyway where no one will disturb him. A good old hand job doesn't hurt anyone right?

He spit at his member to get some lubricant and to do a quickie, he lets out a heavy sigh.

Groans out of his mouth, his cheeks turning red when his hand goes up and down at a fast pace.

Loud footsteps coming towards the entrance, he tilted his head to the side as his smirk grew wide.

Your pretty little face appears as you're were the popular and most powerful pro-hero in Japan as you get ready to attack.

You blink a few times as you realize what's happening and you start to smirk.

" ohh the big bad villain taken a break, I thought you were done running away from me~" you cheeky wink at him as he grunt out.

" brat… how about I burn you to ashes so you can leave me in peace. "You didn't fight him but you're getting distracted by him and how he didn't remove his hand away while he was making eye contact with you. The mental piercings on his thick manhood, his balls were hanging a bit out of his pants but you started to drool.

His smirk grew wider.

" aww what wrong hero? Cat caught your tongue.. see something that you like? " he purred at you sweetly.

He moves his finger up, wiggle his sender finger toward him.

" come on~. I knoooww you wanna play with my cock.. " your eyes move up and down at him, you're not sure what to do in this type of situation.

" If not, you can piss right off.. I'm not in the mood to fight. " he throws his head back as he lets out loud moan.

" fuck… I'm getting close-.. " you swayed your hips didn't realize you were moving towards the villain, you immediately dropped down as you lick your lips.

" good kitty~. " he gently caresses your soft silky hair, you grip his wrist tight.

" I'll bite back if you do anything… fair warning. " dabi chuckle at your aggressive threat… How cute as he growls at you.

" watch the teeth then doll…" he shoves his cock down your throat roughly as he pins both your hands up the wall.

" I'm not a nice villain to be messed with. " he lean in to whisper seductively.

" I know how to tame bratty heros like yourself, doll~. " your eyes begins to tear up as he lick it off.

" so pretty choking on it kittycat~ "

Shigaraki

Tomura had a day off, it was his time to play games or more importantly watch hentai videos on his phone.

He was sitting on the ratty couch, he pulled his sweatpants down as he released his dick out. He spread his legs wide as he watched two girls getting caught in tentacles.

The high pitched girly whimpers coming out of his phone as he bites his scarred lips.

He stroked his cock up and down, building up at a slow pace.

He loves to edge himself because whenever he finally reaches his end, more cumming will be all over him.

He sighs a bit, he kinda gets annoyed whenever that happens but it'll feel amazing afterwards.

He rolls his eyes back as he arches his back, feeling it coming soon.

Suddenly the door is slammed wide as you begin to walk in.

Tomura lets out a whimper as he begins to release his cum over his pants and onto the floor.

You gasp out loud feelings a bit embarrassed by this but couldn't help but realize your boss looks really hot and his cock…. How does he hide that thing, it's so… huge.

" what… the.. hell.. Y/N. '' he narrowed his eyes at you as he growls in annoyance.

" Look at what the mess you made.. " you were confused by this as you begin to talk.

" me?? You are fucking jerk off to nasty shit in the bar!?! " he tsk at you as he watch you with angry pout.

" ughh… you're pissing me off. " he begins to scratch his neck fast as you cross your arms.

" Well shit who's fault is that? "Tomura grunted again as he lay back, breathing heavily as he continued his scratching.

You blink at him a few times as you start to feel heated but you also want to help his little problem.

You click your tongue making tomura look at you with annoyance.

" what? " you bite your lip as you look at the cum all over himself.

" Do you want me to help you out? " Shigaraki raises his brow at you.

" Huh?? " You want to feel him inside of you, he's looking really good and juicy right about now.

He narrowed his eyes towards you as he growled.

"... if you want to help me out, you gotta go down on your knees and crawl for your master. " he pointed downward and wiggled his long finger.

" Go on baby…" you watch his cock twitch with excitement as he rubs himself.

You drop down with no hesitation as you begin to crawl towards him.

His smirk grew so wide once you finally reached him.

You lick the white liquid off the floor and onto his dirty pants.

"Filthy whore~ " he pet your head softly as you look up at him.

You lick the salty creamy goodness as you lick your fingers as well realize how his cum tastes pretty good.

You get up quickly as he raises his brow again, you pull both your pants and panties off. You start to straddle him, putting both your thick thighs on the side of his thigh and onto the ratty couch.

" can I ride you handsome~? " he purrs sweetly at you as he grabs your hips and pulls you downward where his cock should be, inside your tight warm pussy.

" since you ask nicely. "No warning slammed you downward, making you gasp at the fullness and girth, you cry out, holding onto his lean shoulders.

" but I'm not going give you an easy level… no I think you can handle a hard challenge don't you think? "

Compress

You were running at the park, it was pretty fresh and chilly at this late hour. You stretch your legs a bit as you sigh softly.

You grab your water bottle to quench your thirst, the nice cold liquid running down your throat as you smile softly.

You hear a groan as you watch the area.

No one is around, it sounds like the person is in pain, you keep following the noise as it gets more and more vocal the more you follow it.

You trip over something as you hear the loud grunt-like noise.

" sir are you oka-... " you freeze up to see the man was masked and was the infamous mr.compress, you happen to lay on top of him in the bushes. What the hell is he doing?? You turn over away from him quickly, your eyes widened as you see his pants were fully around his knees, his cock was in his hand.

He was breathing heavily as you tilt your head in confusion. Why is he masturbating in a park and why was he by himself??

" ahh… sorry darling, I didn't mean to disturb you." He bows his head as he begins to pull his pants up.

You bite your lips as you stop him fast, why did you stop a villain, you could have run away?? Your brain was screaming at you as you shake your thoughts out of your head.

You lean in to begin licking him, it's confused both of you but your mind was filled with dirty thoughts when you saw him and his pretty cock.

You pant softly as you lick the vein of his cock, grab the base as you stroke him.

You tease his tip as you lick in circles motion as he lean back and groan out.

" my.. my.. you're very sweet darling~ " you look up at him with a smile, with his cock in your mouth.

You push down to take more of him, you play with his balls as you gag on him.

You pull away as you give him your biggest puppy dog eyes.

" Can we continue this at my place~? " You tilt your head at him as you lick your lips.

He hums softly as he grabs your chin pulling you towards him.

" of course darling~ "

Spinner

You were alone at the lov headquarters, it's your job to be a maid and clean everything.

You sigh softly as you get annoyed at shigaraki bossing you around whenever you clean something and he'll get pissed if you don't clean it right.

You rub the sweat of your forehead as you groan out.

You're heading towards the restroom as you're not expecting much.

Just an empty room right? You open the door to see one of Shigaraki's comrades in the shower.

Your eyes widened, he was fully naked and was leaning his back on the wall, that didn't surprise you no it was the fact that he has two penises out, they both look light pink.

Has some glans on the tips and some bumps on the side of his cocks.

He leans towards you as he begins to realize you were there.

"Shit…. I-I.. " he begins to cover himself as he feels embarrassed and you don't know what to do.

" I… I'm sorry!! " You quickly slam the door shut, you feel bad for walking in on him.

But you couldn't help but rub your thighs together and just imagine what it would be like to take it both at the same time.

You knock the door softly, there is no response as you open the door.

You see spinner freeze up in fear as he covers himself.

" You know, you don't have to hide from me~" you walk in as he starts to blush red.

You lock the door as you remove your clothes off, spinner's eyes wide as his mouth drops like a cartoon character. You couldn't help but giggle at him.

You come towards him as you put your hands on his scaly knees then move it towards his cheeks as you gently caress him.

" Do you wanna have sex with me? " You know it wouldn't be that simple for you to ask anyone that and you barely know him, your eyes clouded with lust as you bite your lips.

"... y-yess!! I would like that please. " he whimpered softly as he began to turn more red.

He gently pulled you into his lap as he looked away from you.

" only if you're okay with it.. " you giggle at his shyness as you kiss him softly.

" I'm okay with it~ " you put your head on his as you grab his cock and stroke him a bit, the pants fill the room as you get into it.

You roll your tongue out as you're hungry for him inside you already.

You gently push down on him as you moan out.

" shit-.. it feels…" he leaned back as he groaned, grabbing your hips tight.

"Fuck~... it's feel amazing. "You give him more kisses as you coo at him.

" you're so beautiful Shuichi~ " you puff as he feels hot all over.

" I'm not beautiful… " you giggle at him more, he's such a cutie.

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