Samaras Home Cooking Show

samara’s home cooking show 💞

nsfw / fem!reader

surprisingly, miya atsumu knows how to not be loud; you used to think you were the quiet one in the relationship.

during movies, he’d usually lean over to tell you how he knows that actress from somewhere, a finger pointing at the screen, and the entire cinema would hear. back in college, you’d be whispering about a professor that annoyed you, and when he’d answer you, he’d speak loud enough for the whole room to know.

when he’s on the court during a game, he’d announce his team’s next strategy like it was a public service announcement. he’d laugh so proudly after too, and the pleading looks you’d get from sakusa to get your man to shut up would make him laugh even harder.

so you couldn’t believe it when you found out that miya atsumu knew how to stay quiet — well, it was really him finding out that you could be louder than him, because how could he believe it when his meek and quiet little girlfriend could moan so loud for the whole city to hear?

he’s pounding into you from behind, your hips slowly being mottled with shades of purple and yellow from the strong grip his fingers had on them, and you’re so loud; he’s already gagged you with your soiled panties and shoved your head down into the pillow, but still, you’re so fucking loud.

“be quiet for me, princess,” his voice quietly rasped, right hand squeezing your bruised hip as a warning. “don’t want the neighbors hearing how needy you are — just me, yeah? only your tsumu can hear.”

he thinks he hears a muffled yeah amongst the unintelligible babbles and groans, but he still grabs you by your hair and pulls your head back to his shoulder. his right arm wraps around your waist, pinning his chest to your back, and his left hand releases your hair to throw your panties out of your mouth before wrapping around your neck. his hips continue to piston in and out of you and he’s sure you’d collapse without his hold from how much your legs are shaking.

“you gonna stay quiet for me now?” he chuckles, right hand dipping down to play with your clit.

and as soon as you’re about to say that you can’t, your climax hits you out of nowhere. your eyes squeeze shut and tears drip down your face while your mouth opens in a silent scream.

“so good for me, baby,” he groans, watching how good you look when you cum, “so fucking good.”

but he doesn’t stop, and he continues hit that spot with every thrust, fingers unceasing in its movements.

“stay quiet for me a little more, princess? i’m not done.”

bokuto is the type to ask u how much you weigh only because he wants to put that weight onto a barbell and send u a video of him hip thrusting it at the gym

prompt: post-apocalypse ghost/reader fic where ghost and the rest of his team come across the feral, blood-soaked reader who stabs first and asks questions later. (on ao3 here)

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The world ends on a Monday.

Abysmal timing; they’re on leave by chance, the whole lot of them. Soap and Gaz are playing cards in the barracks when they get the call. Price is still in his office when a phone in the corner of the room that never rings suddenly does (he stares at it for a time before picking it up). Ghost is someplace, no one knows for sure; what they do know is that when he does finally answer their calls, he’s out of breath and there’s a thread of panic in his voice that makes the blood in Soap’s veins run cold. 

He’s never heard him sound like that. He never will again.

The virus rages across the country, hopping borders like they melt away into the ether. Country after country toppelling to this unnamed virus that demolishes society so completely that there was never a chance for the military to contain it. That chance evaporates before even the faintest spark of hope is lit. 

Soap is used to killing, but what he never gets used to is the sight of those things that take human shape. Calling them zombies is easy at first, but even that name comes with a sense of distance; it evokes things seen in films and tv shows, not the real flesh-and-blood of it all, not sitting in a caravan speeding down the motorway with bodies torn apart and scattered across the road. He learns to bite his teeth and hold his bile down at the sight of one of those creatures hunched over the masticated remains of a person. 

Then suddenly it’s seven months later. The core unit of them make their way across the continent, taking back roads where they’re less likely to encounter the hoards of infected. They’ve had too many close calls for them to take chances anymore—even armed to the gills and strapped in body armor (the remnants of the military efforts that collapsed within days), Gaz’s shoulder pad has crumpled beneath too sharp teeth and Roach has had his legs swept out from under him, his throat nearly exposed, nearly torn open.

Ghost’s hands are still wet with gore from taking that infected apart. If any of them make it, it will likely be him.

A part of Soap worries about Ghost. Even he feels the tender edges of his own humanity bristle at the day-in and day-out struggle that is now a luxury rather than a hardship. Just being able to survive is a miracle. Ghost just goes dark. From the little Soap knows of Ghost (which is still more than most; he’s confident enough to say that of their group, he’s the one that Ghost shows himself to the most), he knows that Ghost has already endured enough suffering for an army. Never mind a single man. 

There’s a flatness behind his eyes these days and it scares Soap, just a bit. He no longer looks like a person behind a mask but rather the sun-baked skull itself. 

His worry only fades when they come across the girl.

She’s a feral little thing, half-starved and out of her mind. They see her slip in and out of abandoned houses when they make their way through a small village in the French countryside (or what Soap thinks is France), hair matted with sweat and blood. 

It’s Ghost that pauses, Ghost that makes them stop and detours long enough to creep up on her, holding a big hand to her mouth when she howls and tries to tear his whole arm off. It takes over an hour to calm her down long enough to reassure her that they mean her no harm. She tries to take off no less than six times.

Soap has never seen Ghost look smitten, but there’s no other word for it. 

When Price tentatively suggests leaving the girl behind—not a terrible suggestion after she tries to stab Ghost—the look Ghost levels him with brooks no further arguments. They’re keeping the girl. 

She’s his problem, as far as Soap and the rest of them are concerned. No name, unless it’s Soap yelling “Girl” or “Hey, you!” when she does something stupid like actively seeking out infected to kill. Ghost chuckles all deep baritone when he sees her hack away at an infected man’s neck. It’s enough to make a man hurl. Love in a time of zombies. 

He hears them murmuring to each other sometimes, late at night when the team is holed up in a house or a barn they’ve commandeered. Doors always reinforced, someone standing guard on the roof. The low rasp of Ghost’s voice, almost susurrous, almost intimate. Her voice like a chittering wolf. 

Hovering between sleep and wakefulness, Soap doesn’t look away from the wall in front of him. He knows if he does, if he turns over from where he’s supposed to be sleeping, he’ll see Ghost hovering over the girl roughly half his size, her face blocked only by the way his arms frame either side of her head. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to stomach the sight of his friend’s hips bucking into the girl.

He hears him mutter something like, “You needed to be found. I needed to find you.” and then it’s enough. He lets his brain shut off. 

If it keeps Ghost sane and with them, so be it. 

bnha men x f!reader

songs they'd fuck you to + smut blurbs

Cws - petnames(puppy, baby), dom!character, sub!reader, impact play, degradation, praise, daddy kink. 

a/n - bakugou. midoriya. denki. hawks. sero. monoma. kirishima. todoroki. repost from my old blog doinmybesthere. MINORS DNI | Please have an age in your bio before interacting.

Midoriya - let me love you, Ariana Grande

Your legs are shaking and you’ve got fistfuls of his comforter as he rips a third orgasm out of you, flicking his rough tongue over your swollen clit one more time. “Hurts,” you get out when your vision clears and he’s still between your legs, “Zuku, please, feels too good,” he chuckles, blowing softly on your burning skin. “I haven’t even fucked you yet puppy, we’re just getting started.” 

Bakugou - Cry baby, The Neighbourhood

“C’mon bitch,” Bakugou snarls, landing a harsh slap on your ass, “You know better than to cum without permission,” you’re on your hands and knees on the bed, whimpering as he fucks you through your high, only to yelp when he reaches underneath you and pinches your aching clit, “Since you wanna cum like a fuckin’ whore how ‘bout we see how many times you can do it before you’re crying, huh?”

Sero - High For This - The Weekend 

You’ve been kissing for what feels like hours, every brush of his hands on your skin sends a shiver up your spine, “Baby,” he growls in your ear, the vibrations and the softness of his breath make you grind harder against the thigh he’s slotted carefully between your legs. “Not yet.” He cups your face in your hands, pressing his lips to your forehead before gently tugging your pants down to your knees, and kissing a burning path down your chest. 

Denki - Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene, Hozier

You roll your hips, letting out a gasp when he thrusts up to meet you before he grabs your thighs, warmth pooling in your cheeks, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty babe,” he breathes, “So pretty, and all mine.” He lets you lift up off of him and slams you back down again. “Denki, I,” your eyes roll back as he takes control, setting a brutal pace. “That’s it,” he coos affectionately, “Cum for me, baby.” 

Shouto - Do It For Me, Rosenfeld

You can feel the nubs of the carpet cutting into your knees but you don’t dare move as Shouto daintily presses his thumb against your tongue, letting drool pool around his digit and fall out of your open mouth. He leans back in his chair, looking bored. “Disgusting.” Your face burns with humiliation but you know better than to move, to wipe your chin clean. His expression remains neutral as he unzips his fly, pumping his hard cock in front of you. “C'mere pretty girl," he coos, dripping condescension, "Suck.” 

Keigo - Two Weeks, FKA Twigs

“Fuck, come on sweetheart,” Hawks relaxes on the couch, eyes closing in bliss as you bounce up and down on his cock, “That’s it, baby,” he growls, “Come on, ride that shit,” he opens his golden eyes for just a moment, reaching down to circle your clit with his thumb, watching you collapse into him as you cunt flutters around his length. 

Kirishima - National Anthem, Lana Del Rey

“Oh god,” You look up at him, eyes wide with innocence even when he was spearing you with his huge cock, “God, daddy, you’re so big,” you breathe, and he somehow gets even harder at the praise, “Yeah kitten,” he says, “Who makes you feel this good?” You cling to his shoulders for dear life as he rails you, completely unaware of his own strength, “You do,”  you get out, “You make me feel s’good, daddy.” 

Monoma - Hatefuck, Cruel Youth

“This is the last fucking time.” You say over your shoulder, all the air gushing from your lungs as Monoma roughly bends you over the bed, flipping up your tiny skirt. You don’t have to turn around to know he’s smirking, lining himself at your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock on your soaking panties. “What are you waiting for?” You hiss, turning around. He chuckles, shaking his head at you. “I think, tonight, I want to hear you beg.” 

#28 & #46 w/ Asra

Pairing: Asra Alnazar x f!reader Genre: S M U T Warnings: oh lord. Choking, degradation, master kink, spanking, oral (giving), mentions of exhibitionism, bondage, oral (receiving), fingering, and orgasm denial Summary: (Y/n) teases Asra all day and he eventually decides it’s time for her to receive her punishment  Prompt #46: “Looks like someone is needy.” Prompt #28: “Did you two just have sex?” A/N: hey so I recently-ish learned that Asra is nonbinary and uses he/him and they/them pronouns and doesn’t use gendered terms. With this knowledge, I went through and took out words like sir, man, and so on. If you read it and still find something wrong with it, please don’t hesitate to tell me!! I want to represent him correctly!! Thank you and enjoy!!

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