Photos Of Chadwick Boseman Still Enjoying Wakanda Forever Reblog For Good Luck

Photos of Chadwick Boseman still enjoying Wakanda Forever… Reblog for good luck

your Mike Wheeler fic was sooooo good I'm foaming at the mouth. Can you write another one with him please?

Can it be like, hate/jealous sex? thank youuuuu

happy new year btw 💞

Obsessed With You (M.Wheeler x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, jealous sex, possessive!mean!Mike, hickies, dacryphilia, praise, choking, degrading, mentions of voyeurism, spitting in mouth

Notes: Thank you!! I'm glad you liked the fic! I didn't know if you wanted jealous sex or hate sex or both so I squeezed in a little bit of both! Happy New Year, love!

Word Count: 1,140

Hours before, the two of you were at a party, a party for Lucas. It was his birthday and also a celebration for making the most points at the basketball game. Everything was going fine until a certain blonde waltzed up to you. It would've been fine if he just kept it all to compliments but maybe something in him just said to get close to you. Get in your space and purposefully piss Mike off. Obviously, Mike didn't like the sight of Jason being all up on you, he definitely didn't like the sight of you smiling at his stupidly pretty face.

So, he, gently, took you by the hand and lead you outside to his car. Ignoring your questions and protests he drove to his house, his parents were gone for the weekend aswell as Nancy, so, lucky him, unlucky you.

Your makeup was ruined, lipstick smeared around your lips and your mascara running down your face. He had you bent over and on your knees, ass up, face down. Your hands being held behind your back with his belt. His hand wrapped around your throat and his thrusts were rough, his pelvis smacking against your ass. "You think he'd fuck you as good as me? Think he'd make you cry on his cock like I do?" Mike asked, his hand tightening around your throat. You tried to answer him, you wanted to answer him, but it was just so hard to with the way his hips were moving and how his cock felt inside of you, dragging against your walls and prodding at your cervix.

"Fuckin' answer me" he groaned, releasing his hold on your throat and grabbing the belt, pulling on it to help you stay up. "N-no..fuck.." you moaned out, "You sure? With the way you were looking at him says otherwise."

"I'm sure- fuck Mike!" you cried, his hips snapped against you, "Oh fuck.." he moaned, cumming inside of you and releasing your hands. "But-"

"Turn around and lay on your back.' he panted. "You'll get to cum when I feel like it. Now lay on your back."

When you turned around it was almost like he was straight out of a dream. His hair lied on his forehead, sticking to it due to the sweat and his neck and face littered with kiss marks and stained due to your lipstick. He crawled on top of you, hovering. His eyes were soft for the moment, it was nice. His fingers traced your skin, he caressed your face, grazed his fingers over your collarbone, grazed them over your tits and nipples, all the way down your stomach and thighs. All while maintaining eye contact. He wiped the remaining tears that sat on your cheeks and massaged your thigh.

He grabbed your hips with both hands and with one thrust he was inside of you again, filling up your empty and needy pussy, pushing his cum further in you. Pushing your legs back, he folded you into a mating press, going deeper and hitting all the spots you know no one else could hit like he does. He dropped his head onto your shoulder, kissing, biting, licking and sucking at your skin. He teeth grazed against the crook of your neck as he moved up to the middle of your neck, the most exposed part of your body.

He left a peck against it and gently nibbled before biting down as his hips moved faster. You winced at the pain, tears falling from your eyes from the pace and sting of the bite. Your tear slid down from your face onto his, "Fuck" he whispered. His dick twitched as he saw your tears fall, "So pretty when you cry..so fuckin' pretty.."

His forehead rested on yours, "Your mine, all mine, always mine. Just mine. Say it."

"I'm..ah!" you moaned, gripping the sheets, "I'm yours.."

"That's right, just mine..not his." He grunted. Your hands moved from the sheets to his arms and back. "I'm gonna cum Mikey..please..can I cum..?" you pleaded, tears never stopping. Mike shook his head, "No..hold it.."

You whined in response, "Either you hold it..shit..or you don't cum at all."

"Be a good girl for Mikey, yeah?" he asked, leaning back, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist. His hands gripped your hips, nails digging into your skin as his head flew back. "Imagine his face if I fucked you in front of him." he thought, "How sad he'd be to hear you moaning my name. How sad he'd be seeing you cry and beg me to let you cum." he smiled as he felt you tighten around him and whimper.

"What? You want that? You want him to watch you get fucked?" he asked. You nodded, eyes shutting, "Fucking slut, of course you would."

Mike's hand trailed up your body and wrapped around your throat. You brought up a hand, wrapping it around Mike's wrist, holding it. His pace slowed, "Open your mouth for me pretty"

Opening your mouth you stuck out your tongue as Mike leaned down, spitting on your tongue. "Swallow." he demanded. You did as you were told, which is one of the things Mike loves. He loves how obedient you are and how good of a girl you are. "Good girl.." he muttered. "Might let you cum just because of that."

"Please.." you begged, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling Mike closer. "Please what baby? Use your words." he asked, his pace still slow and sensual. "Faster..please.." your eyes pleading and your pussy clenching around him making him groan. He chuckled, "That's all?" his eyes never leaving yours. "And a kiss.." you said letting out an airy breath. Mike smiled and captured your lips with his, hips picking up pace as he slipped his tongue in your mouth.

"I love you. I love you so much. It'll kill me if I lost you, especially to..him." Mike sighed, "You won't lose me Mikey." you reassured, "I better not..if I do...just kill me." he joked. His thrusts got sloppy and his hand traveled to your clit, rubbing circles as he kissed you again. Dick twitching as he moaned in your mouth. "Go ahead and cum for me baby. You've been good, such a good girl." he praised.

The knot in your stomach tightened and snapped as a wave of pleasure and euphoria washed over the two of you. Your legs tightened around him as you held him close. He continued to move his hips, helping you ride out your much wanted orgasm. "If I catch you talking to him I'll fuck you right in front of him. i don't care if it's at a party or in school." he muttered, pulling his cock out of you and heading to his bathroom to set up a warm bath for you.

The 100 is a good show :) I've watched it over a few times 😭😭 jus maybe not the last season.. (The 100 fandom likes to pretend that doesn't exist ☠️☠️) if you don't like it tho that's completely fine, there are other fandoms I like that I could probably request :) .

I'll definitely give it a shot, no promises if I like it or not but in the meantime I suggest to request for other fandoms if you'd like 🫶🏽

The Boy Is Mine (C.Grimes x F!Reader)

Warnings: Marking, slight grinding

Notes: I'm so sorry this is short I'm busy with Physics work and hella tests.

Word Count: 307

The room was filled with whimpers and whines, he's so glad his dad and Michonne were out, along with Judith who was being watched by Gabriel. Inside the room was a scene. He was under you, hands gripping and pulling at your waist to keep your body moving against his.

You were on top of him, straddling him, kissing and nipping at his neck. He always looked so pretty under you, big pleading eyes looking up at you through his beautiful lashes, his lips would be red, plumped and covered in saliva from the intense make out. You couldn't get enough of him, and apparently neither could she. 

You don't blame her for having a crush on Carl, I mean who wouldn't. He's so sweet and helpful, and just so cute. But it's only a matter of time before she tries to make a move, she just needs to be reminded that he's not up for grabs, at all. 

Your left hand caressed his face while you buried yours in his neck, mouth sucking until there was a red circle left. Your lips moved down to his collar bones, kissing and nibbling at the flesh. You leaned back and admired your work and how he looked,  

"Such a beautiful mess.." you muttered. "You really think so?" He asked, hair frizzy and clothes wrinkled. You gave him a nod and leaned back in giving the left side of his neck attention. Outside of the house Rick called for Carl to come out, claiming he needed help with something. Startled, his face turned red, he looked at his appearance in the mirror, specifically his neck and looked up at you. 

All you could do was give him a smile and a kiss, walking out the room, ecstatic to see Edin's face when she sees your artwork on Carl's neck.

Do you perhaps write for the 100? 😭

This might be like probably the only show I don't write for because I have yet to watch it.. if it's any good I'll watch it so I could write for you

I Wanna Hear You Scream (E.Landry x GN!Reader)

Warnings: Edging, sub!Ethan, Dom!Reader, Dry humping/grinding(?) & oral (male receiving)

Notes: I've been thinking about this man for so long omg

Word Count: 608

"P-Please.." he whined, hips bucking into you. You sat on his lap, legs on either side of his hips and hands wrapped around his neck. "Awe, bouta cum already? We've barely even started." You smirked, he tried moving you himself, moving your hips back and forth, needing you to keep going.

Everytime he got close and his dick would twitch in his jeans, you'd stop moving, denying him from any release. You grabbed his hands and put them at his sides, "If you touch me, you won't cum at all." You sternly spoke. Ethan looked up at you, eyes big and glossy, face flushed and breathing uneven. He nodded at your words, "I need words, Ethan. You know how to use your words, right?" You asked, hips slightly moving and nudging against his bulge. 

Ethan's eyes fluttered shut at the feeling and he let out a shaky breath. "Yes," he replied, hands gripping the couch cushion. "Then you understand, correct?" 

"Yes," he replied once more, you smiled and started to slowly move your hips. Leaning in you kissed his neck, teeth grazing against his skin and hands finding their way to his clothed dick. "Ha.." he moaned, the feeling of your hands pressing down softly against him even harder than he was.

Giving his neck one last kiss you turned your attention to his hard on. Moving down his body and in between his legs you slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. 

Pre-cum oozing from his top and staining his boxers. You palmed him through the thin layer of fabric and gave his dick a squeeze. Ethan's hand moved to hold yours in place but he quickly shot it up to the back of the couch.

Smiling at the action of obedience you gave a kiss to his happy trail and pulled his boxers down to his ankles. His duck sprung up and retsed on his stomach. The cool air caused him to quietly moan. Grabbing his dick, you licked up the shaft and took his mushroom tip in your mouth before getting off and licking it again.

Slowly jerking him you gave the inside of his thighs a kiss and a bite. Moving down to his balls you cupped them and fondled them a little. Leaning down you flattened your tongue and licked a stripe up to the tip once again and took him down your throat. 

"Fuck.." Ethan groaned, fighting the urge to push your head down and fuck your throat. You bobbed your head up and down creating a pool of saliva to form at the base of his cock. Ethan never knew how hard it'll be to hold back from fucking your pretty little throat. "Please baby..please let me at least touch you.." he pleaded, you looked up at him and shook your head 'no'.

His breathing started to get heavy as he felt his core tighten. His dick twitched in your mouth, signaling he was close. Your movements got faster, pushing him closer to his release. Calling your name his hips thrusted upwards, the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat. 

You brought your hands up to stop his hips from moving and lifted your head up. His orgasm disperses and leaves him painfully hard. You stood up and began to walk away, "Wait..what…why? I didn't touch you.." he said in disbelief and confusion.

You turned to him and smiled, "I know, I just remembered I had things to do." Ethan sat there in silence, "Oh, and don't think about finishing by yourself. 'Kay?" You said, giving him a kiss on his cheek and leaving the room.