kenny-does-stuff

[kenny-does-stuff]

Hi guys 😼

I wanna like give yall the choice in what I write bc i cant do it on my own 😭💔

I mostly write mlm and mlw but im always up to try wlw!

but uhhh plz vote! And if you choose “Other” plz comment ;)

Also choose the genre if you wanna or put any ideas!

I write mostly fluff and angst but I can always try lime stuff! (I use citrus scale constantly)

Maybe lemon too if I grow some confidence 😭💔

NO DEAD DOVE OR GRAPEFRUIT RECS bc..i will not do them!

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Heyo! First post! :)

Its a Mark x William small oneshot! (I think thats what its called 😭💔)

Brief summary: Mark is deep in the closet, careful not to let anyone suspect, but William already knows the truth. Maybe Mark can relax for once.

Warnings: Closeted Mark, Secret relationship, Mild angst, yearning, kissing.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ

Mark is always careful.

Or at least, he tried to be.

It wasn’t easy, sneaking around with William when every single person in their lives already knew that William was gay. Nobody suspected Mark, though. That was the part he had to be extra careful about. His mom didn’t know. Eve didn’t know. No one knew. And he intended to keep it that way.

Which was why this was such a bad idea.

“You’re the one who wanted to come over,” William pointed out, standing way too close for comfort in his dorm room.

Mark exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, well. You could at least try to keep your hands off me for five minutes.”

William smirked, resting his back against his desk. “Oh, I’m the problem? You’re the one who flew in through my window instead of using the front door like a normal person.”

Mark rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. He had done that. He always did that. It was safer than walking through the hallway and risking someone catching him here at odd hours. But even now, standing in William’s room, there was an undeniable itch in his chest—the one that always showed up whenever they were alone.

William had this way of looking at him that made Mark’s stomach twist. Not in a bad way, but in a way that made it impossible to think about anything other than the fact that William knew. He knew the things Mark wasn’t ready to admit out loud.

And the worst part? He never pushed.

“Relax,” William said, voice dropping just slightly, and Mark hated how much he wanted to step closer. “It’s just us.”

Mark’s hands curled into fists. He wanted this—had wanted it since the first time William kissed him and made his whole world tilt on its axis—but it still terrified him. Being Invincible, fighting villains, nearly dying? None of that scared him as much as this.

William must’ve noticed, because his expression softened. He reached for Mark’s wrist, tugging him in gently. “Stay for a while?”

Mark hesitated. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he always hesitated. Then, like always, he let himself give in.

“…Yeah,” he muttered, voice quiet. “Yeah, okay.”

And when William pulled him in for a kiss, slow and careful, Mark melted like he always did—just for a little while, just here, where no one could see.

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TYSM FOR READING!! PLEASE GIVE ME TIPS!

Format? Am I doing my summary and warnings right? IM SO LOST IDK HOW TO USE TUMBLR 💔

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He says it to that robot dude that works in the guardians of the globe…bc of what he actually is…

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۪۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ — ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ

ft daichi / tsukishima / ukai / ushijima

summary: haikyuu boys realising they have a thing

༄ؘ ˑ SAWAMURA DAICHI — MARKING

running your teeth over the calloused tips of his fingers before taking them into your mouth is something daichi is used to. what he’s not used to is the feeling of your hand replacing the heat of your mouth, pumping him with languid strokes while you sink your teeth into his hip and bite. a strangled sort of noise leaves him, like he can’t decide whether to yelp or moan.

“what are you doing?”

“sorry.” you flash him a sheepish smile and press your lips over the reddened indents of your teeth. something swirls in his gut and daichi can practically feel his pupils dilate at the sight of the shallow imprints of your canines in his skin. claiming.

“no it—” he swallows thickly, broad chest heaving when you squeeze him at the base. your cheek is resting against his thigh, his aching length obscuring his view of your doe-eyed expression. “feels good.” he says, slipping a hand into your hair.

“really?” you look proud, eyes twinkling with delight as you trail your lips across his skin.

“mm, will you do it again, baby?”

this time, you can feel his dick twitching in your grasp when you nip at the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. you’re jerking him with slickened strokes, your other hand caged between the mattress and digging crescents into his ass.

your mouth feels like it’s everywhere, and when he’s coming down from his high, spent and coated in a sheen of sweat, it looks like you have been: the corded muscle of his thighs is tender to the touch and covered in bruises. hues of raspberry and darkened plum sucked into his skin and teeth marks glistening with saliva that he wears like a badge of honor.

༄ؘ ˑ TSUKISHIMA KEI — HAIR PULLING

honestly, he has no idea what he’s doing. he’s never gone down on anyone before, but it’s easier than he thought, and you seem to be enjoying it. he’s hesitant at first, just exploring your folds, running his tongue along every part of you until he finds something that makes your breath hitch. you’re so.. receptive, muffled sounds of pleasure slipping from your lips and guiding him to focus in on what you like.

he makes a very interesting discovery when he curls his tongue inside you and you clench around him, a hand flying into his hair and gripping blonde locks between your fingers. he blinks, does it again, and you sing for him.

“fuck, tsukki, right there—” your nails are grazing his scalp as you tug him closer and he shivers, grips your hips and lets himself be shoved further into your cunt. his spine is tingling, nose pressed into your clit as he buries himself in your pussy and maps out your insides until your soaked walls are moulded to the shape of his tongue. he’s groaning into your heat when the flavour of you bursts across his tongue, lapping at your release and urging you to tug.

he mumbles something that gets lost in the lewd slurping between your legs, and when your hand slips away and you start to wriggle from his grasp, he snaps his head up and yanks your wrist back into his hair.

“harder.” he repeats it with so much fervour that all you can do is blink, slowly nodding in a lustful haze and guiding his mouth back to the apex of your thighs.

༄ؘ ˑ UKAI KEISHIN — BREEDING

the room is starting to get so hot that it’s making you lightheaded. ukai is hovering over you, pushing your knees further into your chest with each thrust as you desperately cling to his shoulders. the sticky tip of his cock hitting your g-spot has your nails reflexively dragging along the taut muscle of his back at a pressure that you both know will bloom angry red columns of scratches against his tan skin.

his cum has started to drip down the seam of your ass, sticky ropes of it beginning to coat his balls that press against you when he buries himself to the hilt and rolls his hips. it has your toes curling, your eyes hazy and pussy pulsing so hard you ache.

“‘m full keishi—hah!” you actually jolt beneath him when he presses a calloused thumb into the slick mess of your clit.

“one more.” he offers, “just one more, angel.” and it doesn’t take long either—all ukai has to do is picture you swollen with his seed, full tits and glowing features, and he’s releasing another load into your spent pussy with a drawn out string of expletives.

you’re reaching for him, navigating every hot curl of his tongue in a sloppy connection of your mouths while keishins hips fuck his cum back into you. he can feel your blissful smile against his lips, “that all ya wanted? hm? wanted me to fuck a baby into ya, sweetheart?”

༄ؘ ˑ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — LINGERIE

if he’s being completely honest he rarely pays attention to what you’re wearing before he fucks you—it’s coming off soon, so why think too hard about it? plus, he prefers you bare anyway.

but this, oh he likes this. and you can tell. you watch his adams apple bob when he swallows from his place seated on the edge of the mattress as you step out of the bathroom with a shy smile. you pad into the room, give him a little twirl as you present yourself to him. wakatoshi has to release the sheets clenched between his fists and remember to breathe.

“it’s cute, don’cha think?” you’re glimpsing at yourself in the mirror, adjusting a strap here, plucking at the fabric that sticks to you like second skin. he hums, feeling foolish for envying strips of lace and cotton.

wakatoshi reaches for your hip when you’re in his reach, pulls you to stand between his legs only for you to crawl into his lap. he can feel the heat of you, and if you notice the hardness between his legs you don’t comment on it. you’re nosing at his jaw, and he feels a groan bubbling at the back of his throat when you press your chest to his. nimble fingers tugging at the clasp between your shoulder blades pulls his focus from dragging his lips along the dips of your collarbone. when a large hand closes over yours and guides it away from your back, you fix him with a questioning look.

wakatoshi looks up at you through unfairly thick lashes, his mouth at your sternum pushing fire into your chest.

“keep it on, hm?”

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❦ ASKING THEM FOR A BABY

cw: mature themes, fem!reader, pregnancy, language cause i got a potty mouth

yes, there are boys in multiple spots lol

KUROKO NO BASKET

♡ automatic response is: “we’ll stop by the store tomorrow, m’kay?” before he realizes what you said and completely shuts down imagining the two of you raising a child

— akaashi, iwaizumi, kageyama, hinata, kenma

♡ suggests ‘practise’ rounds, cause he’s a horny bastard, then probably develops a breeding kink from said ‘practise’ rounds lol

— kuroo, atsumu, suna, tendo

♡ whips out the scrapbook he’s been working on with baby names, colours for the nursery, recipes for soft foods, and clothing catalogs: major baby fever

— oikawa, bokuto, kita, ushijima (i find this hilarious)

♡ has a mature conversation with you about what you both want that leads into soft and passionate lovemaking (bow chicka bow wow)

— osamu, sakusa, daichi, kita, akaashi, ushijima, tsukishima

bonus:

♡ probably accidentally knocked you up anyway

— bokuto, atsumu, tendo

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𖦹 themes: x f!reader, public, mutual masturbation, heavy petting

You should've just dined at home.

It all started with him staring intently at your lips and speaking so intimately close to your face. Now, he’s dragging his lips against the skin of your neck, reaching your earlobe and giving it gentle bite.

“Not here.” You squeezed his thigh under the table as warning, but he took your hand away and led it on the bulge on his pants. You gasped to feel him so hard for you. He pressed your hand even further and used it to stroke his cock over his pants, feeling him throb and get bigger against the touch of your hand.

“Can you feel how hard you make me?”

You let out a strained whimper and gulped dryly.

“There are people,” you said almost breathlessly.

“Then stop your little hand from massaging my cock and push me away. Unless…” He skimmed his palm against your thigh, hiking the skirt of your dress up and finding its way on your panties right at your pussy. You’re so fucking wet. He smirked. “You want it too.”

“Someone might see us.” You heaved.

“Not when you keep it down.” His index and middle fingers circled your clit over your panties, which made you grip on his cock so tight. He groaned against your neck as you tried your best to keep your moan from escaping.

You quietly whined his name when his fingers pressed harder. Your one hand stifled your noises while the other was caressing his cock. His heat seeping through the fabric of his slacks.

You squirmed in your seat as he rubbed the lips of your pussy, teasing your slit and ultimately drenching your panties and the inside of your thighs. Fuck! You’re so ready and horny for him that he felt like bursting anytime soon with just your light caresses over his cock.

Through gritted teeth, he hissed against your ear commanding and begging you at the same time, “Restroom.”

—♡ kuroo, osamu, tsukishima, suna, hirugami, iwaizumi, ushijima

© nekorei 2023 - All rights reserved. No work shall be reproduced, reposted, modified, translated in any form or by any means.

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You like to call your boyfriend cute when you talk about him to your coworkers, saying things like: “He’s so cute, he cooks for me all the time!” or “My boyfriend just bought me this flower bouquet for our date! Isn’t he the cutest?” and it planted an image into your coworkers mind of your boyfriend being this soft looking guy. So they definitely didn’t expect a tall muscular guy with a face that literally embodies “if looks could kill” to walk into the building claiming to be your boyfriend and that you had asked him to pick you up. But it did help a little when you run into his arms telling how much you miss him and for a moment, they catch his hard face turned soft. Ok maybe he was a little cute.

-Sakusa, Ushijima, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima.

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hi tonight i'm thinking about rlly pent up simon coming home. he's wound taut, a short fuse. he just needs to let off some steam and be a little mean with u ): just a lil tho!!!

while he whispers about how soft and sweet you are, how cute you look pinned beneath him, how pretty your moans are as you lick and squeal as he makes u cum on his cock — he has his big hand wrapped around your throat.

he makes you stare right into his eyes while he has u creaming and squirming. he's glaring even tho he's saying sweet nothings <3 he's got u pinned, his chest pressed against yours, rendering u completely immobile and at his mercy as he stuffs his cock into ur drooling cunt ):

when your eyes inevitably roll back, breaking the eye contact, he lightly slaps you across the cheek. the impact makes your eyes fall back to his and he squints in disappointment.

"eyes on me, sweet one," he growls, "told you to keep your fuckin' eyes on me."

and when he hits just right, nailing that gooey little spot inside you, eyes flutter closed and he smacks you again. it's not hard enough to hurt but the fact your sweet simon is the one treating u so meanly is what gets u really clenching around him <3

"filthy thing," he spits, "gettin' off on me smackin' you around? fuck, you're a lil pervert, love."

you whimper, toes curling in ur fuzzy socks when his pelvis grinds right up against your clit, as he says those dirty things to you ): and he keeps just humping your pretty little pussy until you're cumming again around him with a weak cry of his name, hands helplessly slapping against his broad shoulders.

"i'm not done, sweetheart," he coos in your ear, deep timbre of his voice making your heart race, "gonna keep fuckin' this precious little cunt until i cant remember my own name." <3

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── KINKTOBER DAY NINE

mirror sex w/ simon riley ─ female!reader

cw: reader being insecure, fingering, p in v, slight choking, slight hair pulling, soft dom simon, cum play(?)/finger sucking, PRAISE AND BODY WORSHIP (RAHHHH)

NSFT ✩ MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ✩ GENERAL MASTERLIST

“you can’t be serious, love.”

your shoulders shrugged softly as if to brush it off, as if this hadn’t been weighing on your heart so heavily.

“i just don’t-” you cut yourself off before sighing defeatedly, “i don’t like how i look right now. i prefer not to go out and just be home, where im not going to be hyper-aware of how i look.”

simon’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion, his eyes glazing over you entirely. you were perfect. he didn’t understand what there was not to like. but as you began to fidget under his stare, guilt ate at him.

guilt for not realizing your own insecurities had begun to eat at you and that they had festered to the point where him looking at you caused you to squirm. he leaned closer, hands rubbing up your thighs and towards your waist to pull you to him.

he sat you firmly on his lap, his face digging into your neck as he inhaled your familiar scent. “has my pretty girl not been feeling her best?”

your face grew hot as his hand laid on your belly, toying with the elastic of your shorts. you answered him with another shrug.

his fingers stilled for a brief moment, “do you want me to make you feel better, hm?”

you gave him a short nod before he pried your legs open. his fingers dipping between your thighs to rub at your clit through your shorts. a soft hiss leaving your mouth as you relaxed into him, “need you to tell me when you aren’t feeling good, baby.”

you whimpered when his fingers left your clit, standing up and taking you with him. his big hand moved back up to your belly as he guided you both to your bedroom.

when he walked the two of you past the room and into your bathroom, your eyebrows furrowed together.

“i thought-”

he nipped at your ear, closing the door behind him with his foot as he caged you in between the restroom vanity and his hard muscled chest. “we are. but i want you to look at yourself while i fuck you.”

his fingers slowly removed your shirt, pressing his hardening cock against your ass as he kissed down your throat, “want you to remember just how fucking beautiful you are.”

you were about to protest but a soft growl came from simon and the words died on your tongue. his fingers unclasping your bra. his eyes hungrily devouring the sight before him as his fingers skimmed over your belly and towards your breast.

“so pretty,” he mumbled more to himself, but it didn’t stop the familiar ache that began to throb between your thighs.

his thumb gently swiped across your nipple and it hardened beneath his touch. his face tucked into your neck as he groaned quietly, “fuck.”

through the mirror, he watched you with an almost drunken haze. watching the way your body reacted to his touch.

his fingers slowly pulled down your shorts, leaving you in only your underwear. his fingers slipping into the fabric and rubbing at your clit. sliding his thick fingers between your folds.

“already so wet for me.”

your face colored in embarrassment and tucked into his neck to not look at yourself anymore. simon gave a soft click of his tongue, showing his disapproval.

his unoccupied hand wrapped around your throat, tilting your face and forcing you to watch yourself. your thighs quivered gently as one of his fingers sunk into you.

“i said i wanted you to watch.”

you whimpered softly at the command in his voice, still so very gentle but firm that you felt it in your bones. your cunt clenched around his finger.

the flat of his palm laid against your puffy clit as he eased a second finger into you. “how could you possibly think you aren’t beautiful?”

your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as his cock rutted against your ass. “do you have any idea of how many times i have to restrain myself from just fucking you wherever we’re at?”

you cried out softly as his fingers gently tightened around your throat, your eyes snapping back open to watch yourself as he fucked you with his fingers.

“or how many times i have to stop from fucking ripping the eyes out of some idiot who’s lookin’ at you for too long?”

you came around his fingers quickly and unexpectedly, and simon grunted when your thighs closed around his hand.

“you drive me crazy, baby. it’s not fair.”

you were breathless and loose, simon slipping his fingers out of you and towards your mouth. your lips instinctively wrapping around his fingers as you licked them clean.

you whined quietly when he pulled his fingers out, “see? you even taste good.”

his fingers unwrapped from your throat and your panties were being pulled down your legs. simon was spreading your thighs before you knew it.

his sweats pulled down only enough for his hard cock to be out. “no fair-”

he laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your hair as he tapped his cock against your clit, one hand on your stomach to keep you up right, your back against his chest. and the other guiding his shaft through your slick folds.

he pushed the tip of his cock into you, grunting softly, “say it, baby-”

your fingers gripped at the counter, even with him stretching you out with his fingers he was still so big. it always took some getting used to.

“say you’re my pretty girl.”

he sunk fully into you, pressing soft kisses to your hair before delivering short, shallow thrust.

your eyes had locked onto simon’s through the mirror, and maybe it was the conviction in his voice, or the sex haze, but either way you did feel it.

like you were his pretty girl.

“come on, baby. say it.”

one of his hands laid on your hip while the other tangled in your hair. his thrust increasing in speed as he grunted soft praises into your ear.

“i-im your pretty girl.”

“damn right you are.”

his thrust picked up pace, fucking into you as his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you and holding you against him. grunting into your ear as you squealed softly from pleasure.

“my sweet girl, you make such pretty noises too.”

you were sure your face couldn’t have burned hotter. his compliments seeping into your skin as you tightened around his cock.

your body spasming against his hold as he held your gaze through the mirror. fucking you through your orgasm.

a quiet groan fell from his mouth as he came, deep inside of you and not once did he let you go. the both of you panting and exhausted as he kissed your neck.

“want you to tell me next time you’re feeling like this. i’ll make sure to remind you just how lovely you are.”

and you knew that he would.

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#mwii #captainprice #yes

KINKTOBER - #14

power imbalance w/ sergeant!john price x captain!male reader kinktober masterlist

A knock on your office door has you momentarily distracted, calling out a short “Come in,” before turning your attention back to the paperwork littering your desk. You don’t look at who walks in, not until the footsteps stop on the other side of your desk. A brief glance up has you acknowledging the man with a short nod, “Sergeant Price, how can I help?”

“Captain,” he nods back. “Just wondering if you needed any help with anything?” You’ve been doing this more often lately, sitting side by side at your desk while Price takes care of the documents he’s allowed to see, his attempt at working his way up the ranks you assume.

Shuffling through your documents you pick a few out, simple ones that just need your signature and pile them up to the side. “Grab a chair,” you motion to one of the spares in your office and get back to work, not really paying attention as Price settles next to you and begins to work on the piles of paper.

You work together in mostly silence, only answering the odd question your Sergeant has and before you know it hours have passed, leaving your back aching from being hunched over so long. Price looks over as you set your pen down, eyes drifting to the skin that’s exposed as you lean back and stretch, your shirt riding up. You don’t notice and his eyes continue down, looking over the way your pants pull tight across your thighs and he can’t help but shift slightly at the bulge under the material. 

He swallows heavily, “You ok, Captain?”

Once you’re finished stretching you hum slightly, pulling down your shirt to Price’s dismay. “Don’t think I’ll ever get used to sitting in these chairs,” you joke, adjusting yourself to get some of the feeling back in your legs.

From then on he’s suspiciously quiet and distracted, unable to sit still while his eyes constantly drift over to you. Rather than focusing on signing documents he can’t help but think about what you look like under your layers, or how you would feel in his mouth. He’s caught glances of you when you happen to shower at the same time but never your front, although the imprint left in your underwear when you’re changing leaves little to the imagination.

It’s your turn to ask, “Everything ok there, Sergeant?” It snaps him out of his thoughts, and he only now realises he’s been daydreaming for a while. “I can finish these up on my own,” you say, gesturing towards the now smaller amount of paperwork on your desk.

Your gaze makes his stomach flutter and he quickly shakes his head. “I’m sorry Captain,” he clears his throat, “Can’t seem to focus.”

Your smile melts his heart, eyes turning soft. “It can do that to you. I think it’s probably time for a break.” You go to stand but he stops you with a hand on your knee, swivelling in his chair so he’s facing you. 

“Can I try something?” His face is bright red, nervousness coursing through his blood. If he’s read this wrong god knows where his career will end up, but he can’t help but think you show him a little favouritism.

He sinks to his knees between your feet, hands skirting up your inner thighs to fiddle with your zipper, dragging it down and letting his fingers graze over your clothed cock. You watch with a faint smile, eager to see what he’s going to do next.

Hooking a finger under your waistband he drags your underwear down as much as he can, letting the elastic go so he can hold you in his hand and lick a stripe up the underside of your cock. He moans when he gets to the head, tongue darting out to lap at your tip before taking it in his mouth, hand stroking the rest. He sinks deeper, tongue swirling around your shaft as your fingers comb through his hair, sparks shooting through his veins at your airy moan of, “Good boy.”

Hollowing his cheeks he begins to bob up and down, slurping around your cock as saliva starts to run down his chin, the warmth of his mouth encouraging you to give small thrusts of your hips, pushing more and more of your shaft into his mouth. When you touch his throat he gags slightly, quickly pushing through it as he continuously swallows, groaning around you as he draws back to taste the pre-cum dripping from your tip.

He’s already rock hard in his pants, the sight of you moaning above him in pleasure enough to have him throbbing. Drawing back he lavishes your cock with attention, letting it slip from his lips as he tongues at your shaft, licking up to your glans until you’re grabbing your cock with your free hand and tapping it against his lips.

Relaxing his jaw, his lips part around your cock as your hand moves to the back of his neck, gently pulling him towards you as you curse into the air, going until his nose is pressed against your stomach, his throat constricting tight and hot around your cock. You stay there for a few seconds, letting the sensation wash over you before letting him go, slightly chuckling as he goes back to bobbing up and down on your cock. 

“Do you like sucking anyone’s cock this much or just mine, Sergeant?” You don’t expect an answer but find yourself surprised when he pulls off completely, stroking you in his hand as he takes a few deep breaths.

“Just yours, Captain.” Before you can reply he goes down again until you hit the back of his throat, hips jumping slightly as his tongue quickly runs in broad strokes across your cock. 

“Shit, I’m close, Price.” With your warning he doubles his efforts, pace sloppy and hurried as he works you to orgasm. The heat of his mouth quickly becomes too much, hips bucking into him until you’re cumming down his throat, groaning as it milks you dry, not stopping as he swallows your release. His tongue continues to lick at you, not stopping even as you soften and you’re forced to pull him off, the slight pain of overstimulation beginning to settle in.

He rests against your thigh, a moment of peace as he gradually catches his breath. Your hand doesn’t stop gliding through his hair, nails slightly scratching across his scalp as dots of pleasure leave the corner of your vision. You don’t catch the way Price’s eyes have slipped shut, or the way his underwear is now soaked with cum.

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KINKTOBER - #13

monsterfucking w/ simon "ghost" riley x vampire!top!male reader kinktober masterlist

Your gums ache, hunger settling deep in your gut and you can almost taste the blood pumping through Simon’s veins, a thin layer of flesh separating you. All it would take is one bite-

His hand tightens on the back of your neck, pulling you back so he can look at you eye to eye. “Not yet.”

You make an inhuman growl, fangs itching to burrow into his skin. It sends a rush through Simon, the animal hunger in your eyes as you listen to his command, leaning back to rest against the couch and away from temptation.

He shuffles slightly, thick muscled thighs encasing yours as he draws his hips up only to sink back down, hole stretching around your cock. He’s maskless this time, pretty neck on display for you and you can’t help being hypnotised by the way his throat bobs with every swallow and moan.

Simon stares as your tongue runs across your lip, laughing at the way you watch him like a predator watching its prey. “That hungry for me?”

“No, I was thinking of drinking someone else’s blood,” you snark back, patience running thin. You’ve been at this for a while now, Simon not letting you feed from him until he’s had his fill, thighs slightly burning from how long he’s been riding your cock.

He sinks down all the way on your cock with a moan, head thrown back, “No you weren’t, love.” He knows the hold he has on you - how much sweeter his blood tastes when given willingly.

You huff slightly, shifting your body to a better angle as you start thrusting up into Simon, fist curling around his cock and stroking him simultaneously, pleasure rapidly pooling in his gut. 

He’s already close again, previous orgasms staining your stomach. He enjoys this game more than he should, offering himself up for you to feed on in exchange for the countless orgasms you pull from him, leaving him empty-headed and bone-tired afterwards. It makes something possessive curl in his chest that you only do this with him, sticking to blood bags and animals usually, but the only human you feed from is him.

The climax comes tumbling into him like a tidal wave, knocking him off balance as he covers your chest, body trembling above you as you lift him up and down, punching your cock against his prostate.

In the haze of his orgasm he hears you moan his name and tugs you into his neck, giving you all the permission you need. Your fangs pierce his skin, a groan leaving your throat as blood flows into your mouth, Simon’s hips lazily grinding forwards and backwards as he smears cum on your stomach. 

The pleasure and relief is too much, your cock pulsing hotly inside him, twitching as you pump him with your release, one hand cupping his hip to keep him moving while the other holds his neck to the side, leaving you room to take as you please.

It’s the worst kind of addiction - the desire to take and take and take as you swallow mouthfuls of his blood, yet you only take enough to satiate your hunger and leave Simon coherent afterwards. Your fangs leave his flesh, tongue quickly soothing over the sting left behind.

When you pull away Simon slumps against you, panting into your neck as drowsiness clouds his senses, the draining of his blood leaving his mind buzzing as you draw mindless shapes into his skin, holding him while he recovers.

He soon shuffles back with a wince, hand cupping at his neck where the holes left by your fangs have already closed up, no trace of your feeding left behind. You at least look slightly sorry, fingers moving to massage his hips as awareness returns to his eyes, pools of brown becoming brighter.

Simon says nothing for a few moments before his thumb presses against the wet corner of your lip where blood had escaped. He trails his thumb across your lip and pushes the tip into your mouth, humming when your tongue swirls around the digit, wiping off his blood. Once it’s clean he pulls it from your mouth just in time to smash his lips against yours, groaning at the slight metallic tang of your mouth.

You stay like that for a few moments, lazily kissing until your hips shift and Simon feels how hard you still are and pulls away with a smile. “Another round?”

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I'm going so feral for this man you have no idea

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i'm about to become the number one olrox defender everybody else MOVE

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queer vampire sex. you agree. reblog

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bayverse megs and op soulmate au where thier fated lover is a tiny human thing and they meet very inconveniently,, like they fall through a building they work at or they're evacuating a highway and accidentally step on their car,, i think they're both clumsy idiots ♡♡

clusmy idiots, yes! but also rlly hot for some reason, too!! love this prompt. thank you for the request :)

Warnings: SFW, GN human reader

Megatron:

Megatron knows he’s seen you before. As much as he typically struggles to tell your verminous species apart, he remembers you. You always seem to be near him, peering from around corners, your rags-clothes- fluttering as you turn out of sight, disappearing before he can wrap his claws around you.

There is one thing that infuriates Megatron more than simply seeing Starscream’s disgusting face: and it’s when he doesn’t get what he wants. And what does he want? You, of course.

People don’t just stumble upon Megatron. If they do, they don’t stumble away. In fact, Megatron would attest they rarely get the privilege of crawling away. You don’t even let him have the option of making you beg for your life or simply crushing you like the bug you are, because he can’t get his damned claws on you.

Said claws currently dig into Optimus Prime’s chassis. The two leaders grapple with one another, rolling over cars and bus stops, crushing them without second thought. Megatron is winning this time, and he can tell Optimus knows by the way he attempts to sway their fight towards his fellow Autobots. 

Finally, Megatron grunts, pulling back a fist. Finally, I can end this, end Prime, Megatron thinks. 

You. Your blinking eyes loom over the terrace of some building’s third story patio, small hands gripping the guardrail. How do you keep finding him? Why do you keep finding your way back to him like those ratty canines do their human masters? 

Before he can ponder it, Optimus grabs him by his shoulder, heaving him over, face first into the ground. The skidding of metal on pavement hardly matters when Megatron stands, disregarding his opponent, to follow where your missing form might have gone. Prime and his lackeys can wait a few cycles to beg Megatron to spare their lives, the Decepticon leader has better things to do.

Optimus:

Optimus barely has the chance to react, much less transform, as you are tossed through the air, landing right in front of his alt mode. 

Forcing his servo into the road, he drags himself to a stop a few feet before the rubble unearthed by his movements touches you. You landed on your knees, eyes wide and staring up at him. His servo curls around but doesn’t touch you. No matter how much he wants to scoop you off and run away for your safety, he doesn’t trust himself to do so with so much rage tainting his judgment. Disregard of life is not a new behavior for Decepticons. What is new, is the disregard affecting you.

In the background, whatever Decepticon that had gotten so desperate as to endanger your life is blasted to bits by Ironhide. When Optimus’ gaze shifts back to you after glancing at the unrecognizable corpse that lays at Ironhide’s pedes, you are already looking at him. 

Your eyes show no fear despite your situation, glimmering in the sunlight that reaches over his shoulder. You push yourself to stand, one tiny warm hand reaching for his servo that serves as a makeshift shield. Whatever you are doing, Optimus can’t take his optics off you. Ignoring even when the incessant ringing of an incoming communication buzzes through his helm. 

This isn’t your first time meeting the Prime, and he hopes it isn’t the last. He knows he has to let you run off to safety now, for you his benefit and yours. Even if his spark aches to watch as your form disappears behind what remains of the overpass that Starscream crushed.

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request…

Can I request tf141 + König with Fem! Reader who has lot of cute puppies. Imagine when they see their darling sleeping or hanging out with her puppies. They were about to cry while taking pictures.

thank you for requesting!! this is adorable omg

141 + könig with a puppy crazed s/o

fluff

warnings: none

reader is female according to anon. it is from your pov so no pronouns used.

gif not mine!

ghost

definitely acts like he isn't interested, he is.

thinks its cute when you're playing around with the puppies. "simonnn!" you call out to your boyfriend as you try to calm down the rave of puppies.

"yes lovie?" he walks over to the couch and crouches down to your level. "i need you to help me feed them." simons eyes narrowed as he huffed and sat criss-cross on the carpet of yout shared flat.

you hand him a puppy and he takes the formula and starts feeding the pup.

as you finish feeding the last puppy you watch him, he looked so determined and adorable.

"you would be a good dad." you prop your head on your chin and look at your boyfriend.

"would i?" his tone seemed bark, you giggled and leaned in for a kiss,

"yeah, definitely "

soap

is probably puppy crazy too. you'll have to help him detach from all the pups.

"im so tireddd." you groan as you jump into your boyfriend's arms. "long day lass?" you grumble in his chest as he nods in understanding.

"ill take care of the pups no worry love,"

"you sure? you can handle everything?"

he nods almost hesitating at first.

"everyone?"

he swallows and nods as he gets to work. as the day ends he walks to your bedroom and peeks inside,he had forgotten about the puppy he had in his arms.

"love? you still in here?" he peeks into the room, his eyes lay on your sleeping figure.

he smiles and walks in, closing the door behind him. with the puppy still in his arms he shuffles closer to your sleeping figure.

"goodnight lass, love ya." he smiles and falls asleep, close to you.

gaz

as tired as you are, but still loves his furry-children. very silly with the puppies.

"honey! junior peed on his sister again!" you groaned and cleaned your hands on the towel. it was cleaning day so you had dish duty.

you walk over to the scene of the crime and pick julie up from the floor. you start her a nice bath outside.

"bring the other pups out we'll clean em now i guess."

"alright love." he kisses you on the cheek and walks back inside for another litter of pups.

after the day is done you both sit down on the couch to watch a movie. you walk over to the kitchen to find one pup escaped the fence. you almost tripped over him as you stop right in your tracks.

"sunny! god you scared me half to death." gaz laughs at you as you pout and pick the pup up to place him back in the pen.

price

very concerned about the amount of dogs you have. teases you for no reason.

"love im hungry."

"cook something then ya old man."

he gruffed and you both shared a glare. as he thinks about getting up he starts to inch closer to you.

"lets cook one of these." your face falls and he starts laughing. "thats not funny john!" you smack his arm and he continues to laugh at your reaction.

"you're okay here with me babies." you hug all your pups safe.

könig

just like you for real. cant get over how you look with a messy bun in your hair and puppy slobber over your shirt.

"would my king dare to take these pups to sleep?" you ask your boyfriend as he walks over and takes the litter of puppies from your arms.

"liebling come to bed with me." you smile at your boyfriend and follow him into your bedroom. you snuggle up against his chest and you steady your breathing, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

"ich liebe dich."

"i love you too."

then suddenly you get attacked by a litter of puppies.

sorry took me so long!! (im extremely unmotivated i apologize.)

reblogs appreciated

requests : open

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Soundwave Soulmate Prompt? You can see what your soulmate draw on their skin

Sorry this was super long lol!

TFP Soundwave X Reader Soulmate AU

Soundwave had thought for a long time that he would be forever alone. He’d watch as everyone else got small little marks on their plating that would fade in a matter of hours, while he had none. 

He believed that some just never got soulmates- him included. So when after millions of years a small doodle appeared on his plating, he was shocked. He quickly made his way to his berthroom so no one else could see. 

Once there he inspected the mark. It was a very-well drawn image of the Autobot’s insignia. He quickly felt irritation pull at his spark. Was his soulmate an Autobot? He hesitated for a moment before drawing a Decepticon symbol on his arm.

You were sitting in the Autobot’s base when you felt an odd sensation on your skin. You looked down to see a Decepticon symbol on your arm. It looked like someone had scratched your arm to make the symbol.

 You yelped in fear and held your arm out like it was burned. Ratchet’s eyes quickly fell to you, being the only other in the base.

“What’s wrong?” 

“The-there’s a thing on my arm.” He walked over and gently turned your arm over.

“You shouldn’t be drawing this on your arm.” He scowled.

“I-I didn’t! It just- just appeared there!” 

Ratchet’s eyes immediately furrowed. While humans didn’t have the concept of sparkmates, Cybertronians certainly did. The fact a human could be affected stumped him. 

“Did you draw anything on yourself?” He asked. You pointed dumbly to the Autobot symbol you had drawn on yourself a few minutes ago. His frown only deepened, realizing that your sparkmate must have been a Decepticon.

“What? What’s wrong?” You pleaded in fear. The other Autobots returned to the main hangar as you loudly interrogated Ratchet.

“I fear that you have a Sparkmate- which I didn’t know was possible for a human.” 

“A what?” You demanded.

“A sparkmate?” Optimus questioned. “How is that possible?” 

“I’ve never heard about this before.” Arcee commented. 

“It must be a Decepticon, look at the markings!”

All of the bots began talking about it as you grew more panicked. You yelled out unintentionally. “SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON!” 

All eyes fell on you with guilty looks. Optimus gently placed a few digits on your shoulder. “It appears you have a… sparkmate. It is what you humans would refer to as a ‘soulmate’. A sparkmate, however, is someone you are actually bound to- not just someone you feel an emotional pull to. Anything you draw on your skin will show up on your sparkmate. Before you, there has never been a recorded case of an organic and a Cybertronian being bonded before”

You sat dumbfounded. You looked at your skin where the Decepticon symbol was fading. “So, this is like. I don’t know. This is a Decepticon? That I’m bound to?” 

Optimus nodded solemnly. “I think it may be best for you to refrain from drawing on yourself. We have no clue who you’re bonded to- and it may put you in danger. Many Decepticons have killed their sparkmates to prove their loyalty to Megatron.”

The fear on your face was obvious. When you went home, you could feel nothing but fear. What if they caught you? What if they killed you?

You were about to go to sleep when the odd sensation returned. On the inside of your hand, large letters appeared. They were foreign to you, being Cybertronian. 

You tried to resist the urge to write something back, but you ended up putting a question mark on your wrist.

Soundwave had realized you were a human when the question mark arrived. He had always wondered why he didn’t have a sparkmate- and now he knew. He had no idea how to feel about it, either. So he went to the one person he could always confide in- Megatron.

“They’re human?” Megatron thought. Soundwave thought Megatron would laugh, but he instead seemed thoughtful. “I didn’t know something like that was possible. If you wish to collect them, I will not stop you.” Megatron patted his oldest friend on the shoulder who only tilted their head.

Megatron noticed their confusion. “This will not leave this room, understand?” Soundwave nodded his head. “I had a sparkmate. It was before the war when I met him in the mines.” Megatron’s face pulled into one of sadness- something he’d only seen once on his leader’s face. “We had spent a few million years together when they became one with the Allspark. Energon deficiency. The senators refused to give us the energon we needed to survive- only enough to keep us running. We tried to save him, but there was nothing anyone could do.” Megatron grabbed his shoulder once again and looked at him in his faceplate. “Your sparkmate is destined to be with you. Don’t let them slip through your digits- human or not. You’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Soundwave was shocked by the advice given to him by the warlord. He trusted his advice nonetheless, and began searching for you. He drew on his arm plating, a simple question.

You were at base again when you felt it. You looked down to your wrist to see a name written in English- Soundwave. Your face went pale when you realized just who your sparkmate was. You read all about him and the atrocities he’d committed. You felt your head grow light as you began to sway. 

Bulkhead called out to you when he noticed you walking weirdly. You looked up at him with glossed over eyes and he just barely managed to catch you with a servo before you collapsed.

“Ratchet!” He yelled. Ratchet and the others immediately ran over. As Ratchet looked you over, he noticed the writing on your wrist. His face contorted in fear. 

“What is it, old friend?” Optimus’ deep voice sounded from beside the medic.

Ratchet almost couldn’t get his words out. “Their sparkmate is… Soundwave.”

Concerned looks flashed on everyone’s faces. They knew just how brutal he could be- he was a gladiator before the war after all. “We must have surveillance on them at all times. If Soundwave is contacting them through their bond, it cannot be good.”

When you woke up, they explained everything. You couldn’t help the fear you felt at the idea of someone so terrifying trying to contact you. However, the messages left were oddly… sweet. He would often ask how your day was, or what your favorite color was. When you were at home you would write on yourself- and this went on for months.

You actually began to enjoy talking with the silent mech- just as much as Soundwave. He was actually really funny, but also awkward. He often talked about his son, Laserbeak (and whatever Laserbeak got into that day). 

One day Soundwave asked you the question you’d been expecting for a while. “When can we meet?” 

You bit your lip as you thought of it. You weren’t even sure if you should meet him. Despite everything in your brain telling you not to- that he was just leading you on or he was going to hurt you- you wrote back. “Tonight.”

You went out back to avoid being seen by Bulkhead. You looked back at his vehicle mode from the small hill you climbed up in guilt. You looked back over the hill, and made your decision. 

You walked for a few miles. Your legs felt as if they were on fire. You plopped down onto the ground when you heard it- a quiet whooshing sound. You turned around to see an odd looking jet coming your way.

A Decepticon transformed midway and flipped to the ground, landing on his two pedes. You looked at him, and made eye-visor contact. He was beautiful- from his frame to his purple glowing biolights. He, too, thought you were beautiful.

You both took a step towards each other. Before you could say anything, he scooped you up. You both only looked at each other as he held you close to his visor- and it just clicked. It felt right to be in his hand. 

Before you could stop yourself, you spoke. “I love you, Soundwave.”

Soundwave pressed his faceplate against yours, signaling his love for you too. With that he whisked you away back to the Nemesis. For now, you’d keep your new-found relationship secret from the Autobots- but that would only last for so long.