#🦇 Anon

[sh1-n0bu]

not a req im just a lovely Sunday fucker ♡

biting his wings while he takes u from behind :(( he's so wet and his eyes are rolled all the way back as he whines about how you're too rough.... apologizing (knowing damn well you've gone rougher but.) and tilting his head to the aide so you can shove ur tounge down his throat while continuing to fuck him just as hard as before but now he can't even think about it, too focused on kissing u back :((

eating him out on a stressful day... kissing his pretty pink pussy and occasionally biting his puffy clit until he cums way too hard >x<

need to watch him fuck my seed back into him with his own fingers bc he's too fucked dumb to realize he cannot get pregnant thru his ass >_< !!!!

grrr i hate him i need this man loved unconditionally

>> 🦇 anon

sunday fucker anon, i see u, i hear u, you are heard and loved<3333333

bend him over his desk in his grand office. promise him “just a quickie” or “just a quick fingering before the meeting” and bend him over with your fingers deep inside his cunt. push him down with a hand to the back of his neck and if he doesn’t comply or keep making fussy excuses, tug on his wings and he’ll be a whimpering mess

wanna see if he’s a freak? he is but won’t admit it just push him against the large glasses of his office and fuck him. tits pushed against the cold window, one leg pushed up with your hand hooked under his knee with his pretty pink pussy for the whole world to see. sunday will turn into a crybaby in record’s time, whining about people seeing you two, how his pussy was only for you to see and how you’re being so mean to him — too fucked dumb that he forgot the windows to his office window is one way window and people can’t see inside

he can get a bit fussy afterwards if you end up messing with his wings. either the ones on his head or the ones on his lower back so be sure to gently brush out the feathers as a part of your aftercare. or else, he’ll be scolding your ears off and pushing your kisses away

be sure to worship his cunt, sunday loves seeing you on your knees for him, pressing kisses to his inner thighs and clit. something about seeing you on your knees for him just gets him going and if you wanna feel the full force of his demanding, controlling nature then he’ll put a collar and leash around your neck, keeping you suffocated between his legs until his legs turn jelly, the leash in his hand slipping out as he cries. give a spank or two when eating him out, pinch his clit if you wanna, he’ll be squirting with a filthy mewl

loves a position where he can see your face. most especially, loves to ride your strap/dick. something about holding hands while he messily bounces on your cock making him feel weak too quickly. loves it when you guide him, force him to keep riding you with your hands on his hips. secretly wishes you would just get fed up with his incessant whining of how tired he was and just put him in a mating press. manhandle him into any position you want, he’ll just take it like the good boy he is, nails mauling at your skin. and if you fuck him stupid enough, you might hear a chirp or two fall from his lips, blending in with the filthy wet noises of his cunt around your strap/dick and his weak mewls

[eddiesxangel]

hi im back :p (i sent the muncher eddie anon pls ignore this if u dont wanna do this<3)

muncher munson eating it from the back and like having a tight fucking grip on her thighs omg?? 😵‍💫

WHO SAID THAT WHAT

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOD YES OK OK OK

Your head is pressed so far into the matress your cringing your neck and it hurts but you pay no mind because Eddie has you propped up on your knees, all spread out and he is DEVOURING you. His nose pressed into your ass as he tongue fucks you.

Your moans are muffled by the plush pillows your face is stuffed into. A wet patch is forming on it from your drool. Your eyes a rolled back and your in absolute heaven.

Eddie’s hot wet tongue runs up your soaked slit. You feel him main into you also blissed out by your taste and the vibrations send you into a tail spin. He breaths you on as his face is drawn to your pussy like a magnet.

“Mmmmm that’s my good girl. Give it all to me baby” he encourages as your mains rip from your throat.

Nothing pleases him more than to hear you blissed out because of him.

You’re so close, you feel it building up more and more until you break. Eddie feels you quivering beneath him. Your legs almost give out as your body shakes with ecstasy.

You feel a slap on your ass

“Such a good job for me”

[fcthots]

ngl i see jason as a cat dad. like mf has this big FAT ginger and white cat and his name is gus

LMAO I LOVE THIS. Cats FLOCK to him. He has this reputation as the the Red Hood, the man who clawed his way out of his own grave. Went mad for revenge. Killed countless people.

But you’re watching him hold the cat he named Gus. And he’s showing Gus the tops of the tables and counters, telling him, “This is what you would be able to jump on and see if you weren’t such a fat fuck. Your twenty-five pound ass is making my arms sore.” The cat meows at him. “No, you can’t have a treat. That’s what this entire conversation has been about.”

The next minute, he’s cradling Gus like a human baby. “You’re so glorious, Gus. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. I love you. My sweet son.”

On more than one occasion Gus has smacked Jason, hissed, and then ran away to nap in your lap. You can hear Jason from the other room. “FUCKING TRAITOR. YEAH, GO RUN TO YOUR MOTHER. LET’S SEE IF SHE MIXES THE HARD FOOD AND SOFT FOOD THE WAY YOU LIKE IT.” Jason still ends up feeding Gus his special food even when Gus smacks him while he does it. “I AM FEEDING YOU. WHY DO YOU HATE ME?”

[lowkeyrobin]

hear me out. five hargreeves w/ a vampire!reader who keeps forgetting their umbrella/sunscreen whenever they go out w/ him.

could i be 🦇 anon too? :3

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE UGHHHH i can always get behind a vampire au/reader ; and yes hello 🦇! enjoy your stay at the hotel 🫶 ; also just a hc thing bc I had no idea how to make this a full oneshot ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!

FIVE HARGREEVES ; vampire

summary ; hcs of being a vampire and also being fives s/o when you forget that you're allergic to the sun

warnings ; language, the sun is like an allergy so hives + burning on the skin

word count ; 201

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you'd think because you're literally allergic to the sun that you'd remember an umbrella / a thick coat of sunscreen

nope

five is always left to make sure you do 😭

he's gotten tired of watching you break out into itching, burning hives as you walk outside

"five..."

"hm?" he looks over at you, eyes quickly widening slightly. "jesus- y/n!"

you quickly begin itching at your arms, trying to use your cool hands to apply some non-heat to the burning parts

like your skin is literally frying

he quickly shoves you into some shade under a tree and frantically looks around for anything

a random lady nearby had an umbrella, so he blips to her, steals said umbrella, and blips back to you

safe to say that you had to get a lot of bandages on your arms when you got home..

"did you get some sunscreen on?"

your face drops as you slowly turn around and head back to the bathroom to grab sunscreen

you then bring it back because you couldn't reach some spots by yourself

"we ran out of sunscreen"

he tosses you an umbrella that sat by the door, which you catch

"this is klaus'-"

"he'll live without an umbrella on a sunny day, y/n"

"fine"

[starkeyisthelastname]

Thinking about calling rafe by another name as a prank

- 🦇

You should have known better really. As soon as you even said the name of your ex out loud, Rafe’s eyes turned black. Especially since you followed it after the word “baby.” Dinner was cut short, telling his friends to fuck off as he dragged you upstairs into the master bedroom by the hair.

“Think I’m stupid?” His voice dripping venom as he nearly ripped your silky locks out. “I knew you were still thinking about that idiot.” He spat, the tug on your scalp making you cry out.

The tears formed in your pretty eyes from fear and embarrassment had just how bad you had fucked up. “I- it.. was a prank. I’m sorry.” Your voice barely audible. You couldn’t get much more out when you were being shoved down to your knees, watching as one hand undid the belt he wore.

“Prank or not. Gonna embarrass me in front of friends, like that?” Rafe’s eyes looking down at you with disgust. How dare you humiliate him? He was going to embarrass you now, whether it was behind closed doors or not. It would be front of him and that’s what mattered.

What was embarrassing is that you couldn’t take his cock all the way your throat as he shoved between your glossy lips. You gagged around the his length, not ready for the intrusion as he gripped your head. Your eyes were big, giving him a pleading look only to be laughed at.

“Hey, here’s an idea. Open wider slut.” He spat at you, forcing himself in even more to make you take it. You reached out to steady yourself, placing your hands on his hips, whining as his cock was abruptly removed from your mouth. “Keep your fucking hands off me, yeah? You don’t deserve that.”

You immediately did as you were told, placing your hands behind your back as shoved his dick down your throat again, letting you gag on it a second time without a care in the world.

“You ever so much as even joke around about calling me another name, I will completely snap. Did you forget who I am?” Rafe asked, holding your head down and watching the mascara start to run down your gorgeous face.

[blucampbell]

haaiii.. so like dexter morgan x reader who doesn't gaf about his little weird mind and will laugh when Dexter gets like jealous and all that

then dexter getting all the thoughts fucked out of him till hes just laying there moaning and whining about slowing down.. anyways do you have a 🦇 anon??:33

Smothering Honesty // DEXTER MORGAN X M. READER

Summary: You and Dexter both work at the police department. When you're alone with him at his house, he brings up how close you're getting with others around the department. For one, you're confused about how The Dexter can even form the feeling of jealousy, but you don't dwell on it. And when you do point it out, you show him that it's okay to let go of his worries.

Warnings: NSFW, un/protected sex, use of condom at first, cum in ass, gay sex, jealousy:3, possessive Dexter but really subtly, light spanking, overstimulation, feminization ish cuz he IS a good girl chat, anyway, he's a sick and twisted little fellow, not proof read, thx for the request bb, lowkey self projected in this

Dexter had been watching you smile and charm everyone in your department all day, not thinking all that much into it when a pretty woman would come up and rub against your shoulder. It was a thing normal people did. Try to get another human beings attention. It confused him on how long people could stretch out a facade while courting someone before deciding they're done with it. He's snapped out of his internal monologue when you appear behind him, jumping the slightest bit when you ruffle his hair with one of your hands. You take a sip from a cup you're holding, placing a quick kiss to Dexter's cheek before you get back to your work.

His heart flutters ever so slightly, eyes trailing after you once you leave. It doesn't take long after that interaction that he sees you talking with a younger detective, swaying your hips as you talk with them. He grits his teeth ever so slightly, chewing on the inside of his cheek. As foreign as it is, a feeling in him begins to flare up. Really fast. He grumbles uncharacteristically and starts to tap angrily on his laptop. Thinking about hacking the woman's hands off, but deciding against it. It wasn't a part of his code any way. Harry's code.

He decides he'll talk to you about it that night, waiting out his shift might help him calm down. But it doesn't work, still buzzing with irritation when he leaves for the night. He watches you hop in your car, pulling out of the parking lot already on your way towards his apartment. He knows you have a spare key, so he's not worried about you waiting all night for him in your car. He's out on one of his usual outings, needing to collect information on a man he's set his eyes on a few days ago. It takes him an hour or two, but he's calculated with his parking when he pulls up into the parking lot. Silent and non alerting. Typical Dexter.

When he gets up to his apartment and at his door, he checks the door to make sure you locked it when you had gone in earlier. He clicks his tongue when he opens it with no resistance, thinking about how he's gonna have to remind you about that habit of yours later. He makes his way inside, eyes immediately landing on you dozed off on his couch. He places his bag down, making his way over to you. Dexter is careful not to startle you out of your sleep, laying down on the open cushions. His head is now resting in your lap, green eyes staring up at you. Part of him wants to wake you up and bask in your attention. You always treated him like he was something to be taken care of. In a way, he liked that about you.

When he starts to shuffle around, you open your eyes, taking a deep breath when you feel his sudden weight in your lap. You look down, smiling at him and stroking your hand through his hair. "Well hi there," you say to him, voice more gruff than usual due to your previous state. "You know, if you wanted it in your mouth, you could've just woke me up," you tease at him, a frown on his face as he turns his head to the side, pushing his nose into your thigh. You tilt your head in confusion at his behavior, not used to Dexter being this "shy" around you. Especially if you were both alone.

"Something on your mind, hun?" You question him as one of your hands runs down his side, almost like you're petting a big pouty dog. You feel him nod against your thigh, looking up at you with his captivating eyes, almost locking you in with them. You lean down towards his face, smiling at him. "Yeah? What's the problem? Hm?" You say softly to him, watching his eyes dart over your face. He starts to tell you about him watching you that day, hesitating when he got to the parts about him feeling angry about it. You listen to him talk, continuing to rub soothingly at his side. You nod along as he keeps talking, keeping the sentences short.

When he's done, his demeanor has changed. He's more curled up than he was before, hands moved up to hold one of yours. "I wanted to cut her hands off. Make sure she can't touch you. Or rip her tongue out, so her laugh would go away," he confesses to you, face pushing deeper into you when he's finished. You coo down at him, rubbing at the back of his head. He hears you chuckle as you do, head tilting to look back up at you. Your hand runs through his hair, thinking to yourself.

"How about we head to the bed then? And I'll show you what's all yours, yeah?" You ask him, a small laugh escaping you when he starts to nod almost immediately. He's up faster than you are, waiting for you to stand and stretch before he's off to the bedroom. You follow after him, Dexter removing his button up as fast as he can. He needed this. He needed you to prove it. To prove that he was only yours. And you were only his.

When you push him down onto the bed, you're situating yourself between his legs. He pulls you down towards him, pushing his lips against yours almost aggressively. You pull away, flipping him over onto his stomach and sitting up straight to start taking off your own clothes. Dexter waits patiently for you to start touching him again, breath heavy when you pull off the rest of his clothes. He lifts up ever so slightly to help you, shivering as the chill air makes contact with his skin

You move yourself closer to the back of him, lifting his hips up and grinding against him. You smirk when he lets out a whine, rubbing his hip slowly as you fumble around in your pants for a condom. You let out a tiny noise of celebration when you find it, ripping it open and rolling it onto your cock. You toss the empty package somewhere onto the bed, rubbing your tip against his hole teasingly. You chuckle when Dexter pushes his hips back against you, never getting over how needy he could get.

You shush him, grabbing his hip with one of your hands, your other guiding your dick steadily into his hole. You watch him clench at the sheet, continuing to shush him gently, whispering for him to relax. He nods against the bed, whimpering when the pain of the stretch starts to dull. His cock is leaking pre onto the bed, rocking himself back against your pelvis needily.

Dexter starts to let the frustration of his day melt away, moaning out loud when you slam your tip against his prostate. You plant both of your hands onto his hips, going all out and starting to fuck into him at an almost brutal pace. The sound of skin hitting skin fills the room, mixing with Dexter's whimpers and your groans.

"Is this what you were worried about, baby boy? Someone else getting my dick?" You ask him between moans, hands gripping his hips harder when he yelps out a "yes!". You grunt as his hole swallows down your whole length, hands letting go of his waist. You lean over Dexter, holding a whole new position as you plant your hands by the sides of his head. Your thrusts become faster, panting as Dexter's noises hit your ears. "Don't want a pretty woman to steal me away from you, baby?" You teasingly ask the question, watching him immediately shake his head no.

You sit back up, bringing him up with you with your hand on his shoulder. Dexter is practically drowning in the pleasure, white ropes shooting from his cock. But you don't slow up, his cock hangs between his legs, spent. You strike his ass a few times with an open palm, Dexter jolting slightly and moaning at the pain. You groan as you begin to orgasm, biting your lip as you ram into him quicker, thrusts getting sloppier. When you release into the condom, you halt your thrusts. You pant, cursing when you pull out of Dexter.

His hips collapse onto the bed, panting and whimpering the slightest bit. But you raise a brow, pulling the condom off of your cock and tying it, tossing it aside. You'll dispose of it later. But for now, you yank Dexter's hips back up, him raising his head slightly in confusion. A moan is knocked out of him as you push your now uncovered cock into him, hands grasping desperately at the sheet of the bed once again.

"You didn't think I was done, did you baby? I'm gonna pound you like one of those pretty women, make you feel nice and fucked out when I'm done with you," you say slyly, already beginning to rock your hips quickly. He lets out a pathetic whine, grunting and huffing into the bed. You reach one of your hands towards his head, fingers running through his hair slighty before holding his head in place. "Now lay there like a good girl and take it."

And all he does is mumble out a "yes, sir", going back to whining when you push your cock deeper into him. Your pace is rough, your dick slamming against that bundle of nerves inside of him over and over again. "Slow down-, Slow down please, sir," he whimpers out, hips trembling as he feels that familiar feeling of his release building up. You silence him gently, a series of "shh" leaving you as you groan at the feeling of his walls around your cock. "You can take it, Dex. I know you can, baby. But just let me know, and I'll stop," you reassure him, rubbing at his lower back with your hand soothingly.

He just whimpers, pushing his face into the bed. You coo at him, rubbing his back more and gritting your teeth. Before long, you shoot your second load inside of him, hips stuttering as the warmth makes him moan at the feeling. And like clockwork, he follows suit, whining as another release shoots onto the bed. You're both panting, slowly pulling your cock out of him once you catch your breath. You rub his back gently, whispering that you'll go get a towel to clean him up. He makes a noise of acknowledgment, curling up on the bed and resting his eyes.

[leighsartworks216]

Screaming crying crawling up the walls for your top tier Astarion content

Idk if you’ve seen this, it’s floating around the internet (I think it’s a tweet?) it says something like “I want someone to grab my face and say ON PURPOSE, I WILL CARE FOR YOU ON PURPOSE” and I’d love to see our love-deprived bi-centurion react to something like this.

Like maybe he’s caught feelings for tav and is starting to feel bad for manipulating them and starts self-sabotaging by saying/thinking stuff like ‘you only THINK you love me but it’s not real, I’m sorry I made you feel this way’ and tav getting v v serious and replying “I never loved you by accident”.

Him being confronted by the fact that things never would’ve gotten this far if they didn’t let it, if they didn’t choose him, that they’re still choosing him and that it has nothing to do with the act he put up or the situation he constructed, if they wanted nothing to do w him they could’ve and would’ve dipped.

Idk I’m just spitting ideas, have fun babe ✌🏻

- 🦇

I wrote this at 2am but I did proofread it (it's almost 4 now 💀)

Also the original tweet is by Jenny Slate (@/jennyslate) and says, "I just want someone to grab my little face and scream 'ON PURPOSE, ON PURPOSE I AM GOING TO CARE ABOUT YOU'"

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: self-doubt, references to manipulation, self-deprecation, references to dissociation, dissociation mention, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1,392

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It began one night, almost a week ago. Astarion had gotten into the routine of joining you in your bedroll after feeding, cuddling close and relaxing to the steady sound of your heartbeat. That night, a week ago, he didn’t. He delicately bit into your skin and pulled away before you were even slightly dizzy, murmured something about how you’d need your strength for a fight tomorrow, and slipped off to hunt for animals. Truly, you didn’t think anything of it, then. And maybe you got so lost, so caught up in your daily stress, that was why you didn’t register it for so long. Comments under his breath about manipulation immediately covered up with Gale requesting a magical artifact or Shadowheart and Lae’zel fighting.

So, a week went by. And the realization finally hit. Guilt ate away at your stomach, but wallowing wasn’t going to help. When night started to creep in, your companions slipping into their tents, you slipped into Astarion’s. Sitting in a pile of pillows, he looked up at you with a smirk and a ‘Hello, darling’, but it didn’t reach his eyes. They were dark. Distant.

“I’m sorry I haven’t given you the attention you need,” you start. A baffled look flickers across his face, but it is not given the time to settle.

There is a twitch at the corner of his mouth, like it’s a strain for him to keep smirking. “It’s perfectly alright, darling. You’ve been busy running around camp, helping people - I understand.”

With any other person, this would have seemed a perfectly reasonable response. An apology accepted, a mutual understanding - the relationship goes on. Except, this was Astarion.

You sit down nearby, close enough to reach out and touch. Any closer and you worried you’d overcrowd him. You always tried to let him come to you first, though he usually struggled to initiate anything.

“You’ve been distant, too,” you point out. He begins to form the words to apologize, but you shake your head to stop him before they can build a sentence. “I’m not upset, I don’t need an apology. I just wanted to know why.”

To be honest, he didn’t expect you to notice. He assumed, quite stupidly, all things considered, that you would be too preoccupied to notice him slowly slipping away. Late night cuddles dashed for hunting, hand holding forgotten as he trails along at the back of the group, kisses never lingering and the ones that did lacking any emotion behind them.

“Is something wrong?” you prompt gently. “If it’s too much, we can work out what would be better for you.”

Guilt stabs at his own non-beating heart like a wooden stake. He’s drifting and you still throw him a rope, still ask for him to grab on and pull himself away from his past, from dissociating with the slightest hint of affection.

He smiles wryly. “I can’t hide anything from you, can I?” he teases, but it comes out a little too strained to be a joke. His fingers fiddle with the corner of the page of his book. He finds watching the paper fold and bend is much more interesting than looking into your eyes.

He sighs. “I’m sorry, my dear,” he says, but the endearment feels like fire on his tongue, “but it’s not real. This isn’t real.” Your brow furrows as you stare at him. He can’t bear to see the realization cross your face. “Two hundred years of manipulating - of course I would trick you, too. It’s instinct, darling, I don’t blame you.” Red eyes finally meet yours. You look confused, of course, but there’s an air of determination, like you’re ready to fight whatever plagues him. “But this… love… it’s not real. And for what it’s worth, I am sorry I made you feel this way.”

He expects anger. He expects tears, even. Crying and shouting and ‘How could you?!’s and ‘I can’t believe you’ve manipulated me all this time!’ But it never comes. You frown, sure, but it’s leagues away from being angry.

“You think… you manipulated me into feeling this way?”

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it does. Admitting it feels bitter. He blames it on his growing fondness for you, but he knows it cannot possibly be returned in any genuine way. Not with his underhanded tactics surfacing at every passing glance, soft brush, and gentle smile. “Come now, darling,” he smirks again, building a wall to separate himself from the shitshow that must be just ‘round the corner, “who could really love me?”

That only succeeds in making you frown further. “Astarion, I’m not with you because you’ve tricked me.” The baffled look from earlier surfaces again, but it lingers, mixed with doubt. “I understand that you started this to manipulate me into protecting you, but I’m not here because you successfully influenced my emotions - To be perfectly honest, I could tell from the start.”

He laughs dryly, suddenly, like it startles him. “And here I was thinking I’d learned some subtlety.”

You don’t laugh with him. You don’t even smile. “I chose you, Astarion. I still choose to be with you. Because I want to.”

Any lingering mask of confidence fell from his face. The creases around his mouth became more prominent as he frowned. His eyes darted around, glancing around your face for any tells of deception, any hint that you’re making this up to make him feel better. “How can you be sure? How do you know you’re choosing me and not just buying into another act?”

“Astarion.” You get on your knees and hold his face in your hands. He stares up at you with big, round eyes. “If I wanted to, I could break up with you. I am not staying because I feel stuck, or because I feel obligated to. I love you. On purpose. On purpose, I am staying with you. On purpose, I choose you.”

He opens his mouth, but no words form. His mind is reeling, chasing to catch up and process everything, all the while jumping and flipping, trying to find excuses or reasons why you shouldn’t care for him. He swallows the lump building in his throat. He speaks in a whisper, too stunned to speak louder. “Are you sure?”

Your whole face softens. Determination turns to fond affection, frown lifting into a soft grin. “Yes. I’m sure.” You press a kiss to his forehead, and he closes his eyes to savor it. It’s been a week without allowing himself your love - he deserves to enjoy it once again, even if he feels guilty for it. He wishes his thoughts would just shut up and let him have this. “If you still need space or time, I’ll be here. I’m not leaving. Just,” you pull his face back, “please talk to me about this next time. I know things have been hectic, but I’m never too busy for you.”

He sighs, slow and soft. Relieved. “Of course, my love.” He adores the way you smile brightly at the endearment. He turns sheepish. “Ah, could I, possibly, join you tonight? It does, admittedly, get rather lonely passing the time alone.”

You kiss his cheek. “Of course you can. C’mon, I’ll even play with your hair if you’d like.”

He chuckles, genuine this time. “I very much would.” His book is set aside, the page he left off on lost as he takes your hand and follows you from his tent. He can’t help himself from squeezing your hand in his, like he can’t quite grasp the fact you are physically holding onto him. Even when you lay down first and he settles in next to you, arms wrapped around your middle and his head on your chest, it still feels hard to believe. But the way you wrap your arms around him and gently detangle his curls and scratch lightly at his scalp cannot possibly be from his imagination. Nor the way you press kisses on his forehead and temple and hair with sweet praises and words of affection. His mind is not kind enough to imagine such tenderness.

Laying there in your arms, listening to the steady beat of your heart and even breaths that fill your lungs as you slip into sleep, is the closest he has ever been to true contentment.

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[hyewka]

I was reading soobin's only voice live translations and when he read the comments, one of them said "come on soobin don't be shy, it's okay come closer to the microphone" and he answered saying "um no, if I come closer I might sound like a pervert so I'll pass" and i was like 😩😩

I find it very interesting the way he has said the word pervert referring to himself before, not just in that live, he knows HE KNOWS HE IS ONE

Ok that's all lol I'm not that good on expressing my feelings in English bc it's not my first language but i tried😩

btw good night!! hope u are okay 🥰

- 🦇 anon

warnings; perv!soobin, panty stealing, masturbation, breeding kink because...duh LOL, mentions of hentai, humping a body pillow, not proofread

a/n; he has no filter lol but soobin as a perv is sooo real might as well be a headcanon 😂

soobin who often kept to himself, his shy reserved nature not doing much but push people away from his circle. he's okay with it, came to terms with the fact that it was hard for him to reach out to others over the bare minimum, and therefore he'll naturally stay a loner.

so when you first tried getting close to him, starting small talk just because you sat by him, he expected the usual. most people gave up trying after his third unintentional curt response but you... didn't. not in the bombarding questions way but more like the next day, the same good morning, with a genuine chirpy tone. like you actually had a good morning.

you were the total opposite of soobin, it was proven time and time again- he brought black coffee to lectures, you always always brought caramel frappes- soobin was undoubtedly awkward, and then it felt like being charming came easily to you, like you were genetically coded to have people swarm around you like a bee with a flower's nectar. soobin being no exception.

soobin who found that a good morning from you seemed to always assure him a good mood. not long before he succumbed to finally asking for your number, which you happily, though a little caught off guard, provided him with. who knew that he would've been the first to make an advancement?

you got close very quickly- to you, soobin was a sweet guy who just had such a pure image, the freshness of his personality was endearing, so you liked being around him.

all intentions were pure, or at least that was what soobin chose to believe at first. the first time he thought of you as more than a friend was when you begged him to go to the frat party on thursday, oh just how fun it'd be to get trashed- all your reasons were unconvincing, but you were unrelenting, so he ended up going, meeting you at the kitchen where you texted him to find you. through what felt like a million sweaty drunks he had to maneuver, he finally found you.

soobin whose relieved instinct is to shout out your name over the music quickly die down, instead, your name coming out as a small whisper by the last syllable, his eyes honed on your dress, horny bunny can't help but look down at your cleavage, cupped and full in your bodycon, gulping at the way they looked so plush. it got even worse when you spotted him, excitedly waving him over to you- then worse when as much as he tried tuning into your ranting, people eventually crowded the kitchen, meaning you had to get closer, and closer, and then finally, he couldn't help his eyes trailing down.

poor boy who ends up sporting a boner, so anxious as he begs you to let him go home, you worriedly thinking he got too overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people, so you usher him to go, patting his back as you tell him to call you when he gets home.

he never ends up doing that, too ashamed that the moment he got home, he had his back pressed his door, too impatient, bunny's dick so hard it's painful, frantic pace on his shaft as he heaves, shut eyes picturing your cleavage once more, then the slight bounce he caught when you walked over to get another drink, oh what he'd do to see them bare, just a little peek seeing you undress-- his hand already soiled with his warm seed,, the fastest he came.

he hoped that this was a one time thing, how awkward would it be talking to you if he jerked off to you every now and then? yeah, he swore the reason he got so worked up that day was because of the drinks he had.

you often stuck to a specific wardrobe anyway so he wasn't counting on this happening again.

soobin who's right for the first few weeks, until he casually checks his feed, seeing that you posted a picture on instagram-- you had a sinister red lipstick, low cut black top, seated in a dining area, posing with the prettiest smile.. and oh god, he's reaching down his pants again, hands so hesitant and slow as they finally hold his dick, phone on the other hand, swiping left for the last slide-- a selfie.

all of a sudden, he's quick, pulling out his swollen dick in a swift motion, heavy breathing as he stared down at the picture, jerking off like crazy, your tits practically out on display-- who could blame him? pervy soobin who ends up spurting his slimy cum all over his phone screen, a strained final exhale, finally feeling the guilt pool in his chest.

soobin who now replaces the content that gets him off, often of anime girls dumbly bouncing on cock, getting their tummys filled with cum, over and over again-- dirty sight that he gives up just for an innocent selfie you took with soobin a few hours ago at the usual frozen yogurt place you hung at.

soobin who's under the protection of his sheets, his room pitch black as he bites down painfully on his lip, frantic breathing, jerking his poor dick to overstimulation at the picture on his phone screen-- it didn't even have to be of your cleavage anymore, just your face did it for him, eyes with a flutter rolling to the back of his head just at the thought of fucking your mouth.

pervy soobin who convinces himself that this was normal, he's sure tons of guys with female friends have done this, he wasn't weird. it was in his nature, right?

soobin who finally gets invited over at your flat because you were tired of always going out, preferring to stay in this time with some pizza. all is well, no pervy thoughts seeping into his rotten brain, until he asks to go to the bathroom.

"oh! you'll find it, it's like to the left-- right of you. it'll be to the right of you." you had your black frames, similar to soobin's, blanket over your legs with a pizza slice on your hand-- he knew you weren't going to abandon the comfort to show him around.

"don't take too long!" he hears you shout behind him, and he huffs out a laugh. you always seemed to get him smiling, for whatever reason.

soobin who mistakes the laundry room for the bathroom, opening it to spot the washing machine, and almost closing the door before he sees through the creak of the door the basket full of clothes. your clothes.

pervy soobin whose feet are still, staring at the abundance of clothes. his dick twitching in his pants, thinking of whether a pair of your underwear was buried in there, but then he immediately slaps himself out of it, shutting the door with a large bang. so flustered as he quickly tries to find the bathroom.

soobin who swears he has morals, who swears he'd never do it, he'll keep his dirty thoughts of you under his blankets at home, without having to raise suspicion.

he doesn't hold onto his set of morals for too long, too far gone at the thought of how you'd smell, how he'd feel to have your panties wrapped around his dick as he did his daily jerk off-- once those thoughts were in, his hands were less controlled.

when you told him that you might be late getting ready, he suggested to wait for you at your living room. which you naively didn't think of much, saying why not.

he didn't have ulterior motives, he swears. it doesn't matter, he ends up in front of your bedroom door, where you were changing, obviously locked, so his eyes trail to the sinful room.

he slowly turns the door's knob as to not cause any sound, seeing that the basket full of your clothes was still there. it's like treasure, dirty boy who's like a thief, anxiously rummaging through the basket, and finally, his hands grip onto a pink lace-- your underwear. there's a few, but he decides he can do with just one, you wouldn't know if he only took one.

hurriedly, he crumbles it in his big hands, getting up from his knees as he quickly stuffs it into his pockets. it's okay, it's just a one time thing.

his hands are sweaty when he gets home, the entire time he was hanging out with you, his hands stuffed in his pockets, holding onto your underwear in case you somehow spot it, or it falls out- both unlikely situations. but this was his first time doing this, the anxiety building up to the brim.

soobin who lives out his fantasy, the irony of him thanking god for such a sinful wish- he had hoped the laundry basket were dirty clothes waiting to be put in the machine.

the pair he picked up was in fact unwashed, just a deep sniff and he smelled you, such a scent that immediately makes him grow a boner, legs spread apart on his couch as he continues taking a whiff, moaning out your name, palming his dick over his sweats, too impatient to fully get it out, so needy, tears brimming at the shame the closer he gets to cumming, finally stuffing your underwear into his mouth in attempt to drown out his moans, but he still ends up saying your name through the restriction of your underwear, muffles as he chants your name the more he chases his high, his drool staining your cute panties, oh how dirty he was when he finally soils his pants at a flash of you on your knees, just for him.

perv!soobin who uses the pair of your underwear all night, masturbating like a sex crazed addict, spilling his seed all over them, dried cum under yet another load, then another...then another.

soobin who humps his anime girl body pillow, your underwear stained with his cum stuffed in his mouth, eyes rolling back at the imagination of having you under him, stretching you out, slamming his dick into you, with each thrust, your breasts bouncing up and down, so lewd, your mouth hung open dumbly, spit all over, begging him to give you his seed-- oh, how soobin dreams, "you wanna have my babies? y/n you wanna carry my babies? h-hah, g-gonna breed you-- gonna- gonna cum!"

hips getting more unrelenting against his poor pillow, with a final cry muffled in your underwear, thinking of spurting his load deep in your tummy, "fuckkk.." he groans, filling you up so well, the image of his seed seeping out your pussy when he pulls out gets soobin's hips to grind against his pillow just a little more before he finally gives out, so exhausted for going so long, your underwear still loosely in his mouth, drenched with his spit, as he flutters his tear stained lashes shut.

soobin who deep washes your panties, so guilty the next day, trying to scrub off with his hands the scent of his cum, but with all fail, he ends up trashing it. he won't do this again, he can't, he'll never.

...right?

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2nd a/n: ok. wow. i really am in my soobin thought dump lol beomgyu's position getting threatened 😭 i might actually do a version for all members im so into this whole perv thing

[celestialprincesse]

first of, ofc i have notifs on for you. hello? have you read your work? 🙄

second, not sure if you take requests right now but i’d kill for some simon fluff. been sick in bed for the past few days and been dreaming of that big strong military princess taking care of me🤧

-🦇

Big strong military princess I love him 🎀🫶

"You look fucking terrible, darl." Simon grumbles as he returns to your shared bedroom, where you currently lay wallowing in self pity, darkness, and a mildly concerning fever. You attempt to level him with what you hope is a steely glare, which isn't made very easy with the way your eyes are so swollen you can barely keep them open. "Soup and then bath, or bath and then soup?" He probes, although he's already hoisting you up by the armpits to carry your lank, worryingly sweaty body to the bathroom, where he props you on a little stool as he fills the bath with steaming hot water and epsom salts. "-lusion of choice." You slur, leaning your head back against the cool bathroom tile in the hope of some reprieve from the way your body feels like it's being slow roasted. "Mm. Yeah." The low rumble of Simon's attempt at seeming interested in your incoherent babbling falls on deaf ears as he turns off the tap and sets to work undressing you, throwing your sweaty pyjamas in the direction of the hamper before easing you into the hot bath. The moment you're submerged, you're already attempting to climb from the bath, grabbing for Simon's shoulders as he keeps you in the tub, splashing and hissing like an angry cat. "Needs to be hot, baby, need to sweat that fever out, yeah?" He croons, holding you until you relax back into the water.

Once you're safely settled back under clean sheets, in fresh pyjamas, the hazy figure of your boyfriend returns to the doorway, this time with a bowl of soup and a spoon balanced with one hand, and your hairbrush in the other. "Right, let's get you fed, hey?" He coaxes, attempting to feed you the soup, which you flat out refuse to let him do. Instead you relegate him to brushing and braiding your wet hair as you sip the chicken broth directly from the bowl, sighing deeply as it warms your insides. The warmth of the soup, paired with the fuzzy haze that's settled across your brain like morning mist in the valley, have you practically falling asleep sitting up. "Done?" It's impossible for Simon to miss the way your head begins to droop and your loosening grasp on the soup bowl, which he grabs before you can spill it all over yourself. "Tired." You rumble, barely holding back a yawn as you snuggle back into Simon's chest, falling asleep not long after to the gentle thump of his heartbeat, and the same episode of Real Housewives you've watched at least four times in a row, having had to restart because you kept falling asleep.

I loooove you 🦇 anon! Giving me cute ideas!! Thank you!! I very politely need a buff military man to look after me at all times always for the rest of ever pls🫶 Also 🦇, how do you cope with having notifs on for me all I do is come on here and yap🫣

[gabessquishytum]

So I might write something for this someday, but definitely not someday soon and we all love multiple cakes, so I figured I’d send this to you as well 🤘

Basically Dream and Hob are having sex for the first time and Hob is fingering him looking for his prostate, and Dream seems like he’s enjoying himself well enough but there’s no big WOAH moment and eventually Hob, remembering that his bf isn’t human, is like “do you… HAVE a prostate? Can’t you change forms at will?” And Dream is like “why would I make a prostate?” And Hob is like “because it feels good???” And Dream, just completely oblivious is like “me having a prostate feels good for you??” And then Hob is like. Ah. I see we have. Some Things™️ to work through here. :/

Cue Hob convincing Dream to make a prostate as like, a “””favor””” or something and then cracking his knuckles and getting to work making Dream feel SO GOOD he can’t even think, let alone argue about how he’s “supposed to be making Hob feel good” and “they should be focusing on Hob that’s Dream’s purpose”. If he can form syllables that just means Hob needs to try harder, he’s getting this anthropomorphic personification addicted to pleasure if it’s the last thing he does. 😌💕

-🦇

This is such a CONCEPT I'm very much obsessed with Dream’s non-humanness. Like, if he doesn't have stuff like a bladder or a stomach or lungs,, why WOULD he have a prostate!!! (This also begs an interesting question: if you squish Dream’s tummy, what happens? Is there anything in there?)

Hob is honestly an expert at gently manipulating Dream into enjoying himself. He has to put extra emphasis on how much he enjoys kissing Dream, cuddling him, generally sharing their time together. That way Dream will feel like he's doing a good job! Maybe it bleeds into a little bit of praise kink, making sure that Dream feels useful... the more he positively reinforces Dream’s pleasure, the more Dream relaxes and allows himself to experience good things. Every single time they have sex, Dream internally promises himself that this time he won't let Hob distract him, this time he'll make sure that Hob is the one squirming with untold pleasures. But goddammit, Hob is good at making Dream’s Endless brain dissolve into a horny mess. Before he can even think, he finds himself in the aftermath of another amazing orgasm while Hob grins smugly and cleans him up with a damp cloth. Even in the dreaming, Hob somehow manages to manipulate the very fabric of Dream’s reality to make sure that he's thoroughly enjoying himself!

It does finally occur to Dream that maybe the thing that brings Hob the most pleasure... is pleasuring Dream. It brings tears to his eyes to realise that his partner is so devoted to him. He's not quite ready to unpack all of the emotions, but he is ready to let Hob have free reign over blowing his mind.

It's not such a hardship to give himself all the finicky little human pleasure spots - a small price to pay, if it makes Hob happy. Admittedly... it all makes Dream quite happy, too.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

Stealing Rafe’s juul as a prank and he literally goes insane and you’re like 😟

- 🦇

okay this got nsfw so... warning for that

no bc you spot it on the nightstand, sitting forgotten, most likely placed there when rafe was getting changed, meant to go into the pocket of his new pants.

you smile and pluck the vape off the surface, taking a hit of the sweet vapor before shoving it into your own pocket.

you head downstairs, pressing a kiss to rafes head as he sits on the couch, a football game on tv.

“are we winning?” you question, rounding the couch and plopping down next to him. you don't know who is playing, you don't really care, but you know rafe must be rooting for someone based on the way his hands are clenched into fist, his eyes only briefly flashing to look at you.

“we're not.” he says. “this coach is fucking shit.”

you don't dare giggle, even though you want to. you nod your head in agreement, always just parroting rafes opinion when it comes to sports.

you turn your eyes to the game, trying to care when you realize that it's almost half time. maybe the cheerleaders will put on an entertaining performance. it's always your favorite part of the game.

“fucking shit!” rafe shouts when the other team makes a touchdown right before the timer runs out. he stands up off the couch when the halftime commentators come on screen, his hands patting down his pockets.

you smirk to yourself and sink further into the couch, knowing he's looking for his juul. he stomps up the stairs, and you can hear the commotion in the bedroom as he looks for his vape.

rafe comes back downstairs after a minute. “baby, have you seen my juul?” he questions. you give a shake of your head.

rafe begins to pat the cushions of the couch, before throwing them off, making your eyes widen.

“rafe-” 

“get up.” rafe grunts. you stand quickly and move out of the way as he throws the cushion you were sitting on off the couch, a crazed look in his eye.

“where's my fucking juul?!” rafe shouts, not at you specifically, but it still causes you to freeze up as he moves out of the living room, and you can hear him in the kitchen, shifting through cabinets. you put the couch back together quickly, hearing rafes angry mumbling to himself, jumping when a glass breaks.

“r-rafe.” you call out.

“what?” rafe shouts, reentering the room, his brow furrowed in anger.

you pull the vape out of your pocket, a pout on your face. “im-im sorry i thought it would be funny to hide it.”

rafe sighs, grabbing the juul out of your hand and taking a hit. 

“im really sorry, rafey.” you continue. “it was just supposed to be a prank.”

“it's okay.” rafe says as his eyes flicker back to the television, the game restarting. he plops down onto the couch. “you can make it up to me by warming my cock while i watch the game.”

you swallow, moving to take your shorts off, but rafe gives you a glare. “not with your cunt. do you think you deserve that? you can use your mouth.”

you don't dare let out a whine or voice your complaints, simply kneeling between his legs while rafe unzips his shorts and pulls his cock out, already half hard.

he takes another hit of his juul before blowing the smoke over your face, laughing when your eyes flutter closed.

he takes your head in his heads, pushing your mouth onto his cock. you gag slightly but ultimately adjust as he pushes you all the way down, his cock swelling in your mouth as you try to breathe through your nose.

“now stay fucking still.” rafe warns, his eyes moving back to the game as his team regains possession.

[eddiesxangel]

OKIE M BACK I FORGOT MY ANON ASK FOR A SEC

virgin eddie giving reader head nd its so good and shes just like... 'u sure ur a virgin cuz damn this is good asf' nd its the sloppliest head known to man.. shes gripping his hair, like chin is wet and sloppy and he cant get enough of her taste like he's basically high off her taste

my mind is going crazy btw if u couldn't tell babes <3

-🦇anon

He swears he’s a virgin, not only that but never ever touched another person sexually!!! But you can’t believe it because he’s so good

He is so greatful that you’re letting f him go down on you, he’s eager to learn but he hardly needs any guidance bc he’s eating you like a man starved. His eyes are rolling back, his face is soaked.

You’re revelling in his touch. Nothing could have prepared you for this. No way did you think he was going to be this good.

He’s hitting your clit with every single lap. He’s making out with your pussy like it’s your mouth. You’ve never been so wet and you can feel it coating your inner thighs. His saliva mixed with your slick is so messy but you don’t care.

“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!” You chant and your juices leak all over his face

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” You ask, breathlessly.

“Yea” he shys away.

“Fuck I think this is what you were made for”

[fcthots]

here with some Christmas gus ask 💪💪

when jason sets up the Christmas tree he has to place the decorations of the tree high enough, out of gus's reach, because gus always plays with them and knocks the Christmas decorations if they're within close reach

- 🦇

Merry Christmas nonnie!! Gus is the best present

Tim had a minor injury. Very minor. That was why he collapsed on the fire escape of your apartment. Okay, maybe the blood loss wasn't ideal, but hey. He's not dead yet.

Though he thinks he might die out of spite when he sees the large orange ball of fluff staring at him from the window. Gus's screech of a meow does not help the migraine brewing behind his eyes. Though he supposes he should be thankful when said demon screech alerts you to the bleeding bird on your balcony. He watches the shock and worry on your face as you use one hand to tear open the window and the other to hold the still yelling cat away from his desired escape route.

"Tim, what the fuck??? JASON"

He tries to say "it's fine," but to be completely honest, he's not sure he gets the words out. He sees Jason come barrelling down the hallway, eyes checking over your body for injury until he spots Tim still laying in a pile on his fire escape.

"Hey." He is fairly confident that he managed to get his mouth to move this time. Jason does not respond to his greeting in the same kind manor Tim had opened with. Rude.

Jason manages to pick Tim up and deposit him into a chair. He spends time stitching up the knife wound Tim got from what he swears was "just a lucky hit." Tim takes Jason's mother henning in stride while you make him something to eat, insisting that a granola bar doesn't count as dinner. Gus is not happy about Tim's intrusion into his home, watching his every move. Tim assumes the cat thinks it's being subtle, but all 20 pounds of cat do not hide behind the leg of the kitchen table as well as it may think. Especially when it flops over as Jason passes, heading to grab some spare clothes for Tim who "shouldn't grapple home with a stab wound."

Tim huffs and crosses his arms, only slightly wincing as it tugs at his stitches. It's only then that he notices the tree, the tree that only has the top half decorated. Almost three feet above the ground of this tree has no ornaments. He can find no discernible reason. He knows Jason would have decorated the apartment November first and it is well into December. He's seen the ridiculous number of ornaments that the two of you own. To be honest, he's not sure where you keep all the decorations out of season. The working theory is an extra safe house somewhere, but after working this pet project in his spare time for two years now, he hasn't figured out which one. Regardless, he can think of no reason, nay, negative reasons as to why not all of your tree is decorated. He stares at it so long that he spaces out and loses track of time.

Come to think of it, has your tree always been like this? He's noticed that the bottom of your tree usually has less ornaments, but the no ornaments thing has to be new, right?

"Uh Tim?" He whirls around to face you where you hand him a plate of something that looks like pasta. He briefly looks at you and then back over to the tree. "You good there, bud?"

"I am losing my mind. Why is only half of your tree decorated?"

"Is that why you've been staring at the tree for over a half hour now?"

"It's bothering me. Please. I have to know."

Tim isn't sure why he was expecting it to be some earth shattering secret. He probably should not be disappointed that it wasn't because you were sending an assassin a top secret code using trees. He is only mildly ashamed to report that his mouth hung open with slight judgement and shock as you said, "Gus likes to knock the ornaments off the tree for sport, and while we're usually just glad he's getting exercise, last year he tried to eat the glass of a broken ornament so we're just playing it safe this year."

The cat seems to laugh at Tim's descent into insanity from behind the table's leg. The cat could be an assassin now that he thinks about it.

And now that he thinks about it harder, maybe he lost more blood than he was previously aware of.

[lowkeyrobin]

ouhh loved how silly the last hcs were .. anyway so think of reader having octopus for lunch and keeps nagging umbrella!ben about it nonstop lmfao [just pretend that they can see him :sob:]

"hey, ben. ben. ben. im eating you. look. im eating your long lost cousin's arms. ben, look-"

- 🦇

I'm glad you loved it!! thank you! ; but this AMAZING lmaooo and dw I got a workaround on how reader will see him cause 😭 it'd bother me if not lol ; but thank you for requesting 🦇! hope you enjoy!

UMBRELLA! BEN ; octopi lunch

summary ; you like nagging Ben when you eat octopus cause you think it's funny

warnings ; language

word count ; 211

masterlist

as the non-related ghost seer, it was your duty to piss off Ben 24/7

2019 was very progressive considering the past decades, meaning a sushi restaurant was located just near the hargreeves mansion

you accompanied Klaus cause why not

he couldn't deal with Ben by himself for more than an hour

he needed your humbling skills

ben had made a snarky comment about your hair and your eyebags earlier

so at that sushi restaurant, you ordered some fried octopus to go with your sushi rolls and soup

ben rolled his eyes, immediately knowing where you were going with this as he sat beside you, wishing he could eat from beyond the dead

Klaus ordered damn near 400 dollars worth of food

dine and dash it is

as you're served your octopus and you take a bite, you turn to Ben, a fake shocked expression resting on your face

"Oh my God, Ben, I'm eating your long lost twin!"

"You're not funny"

you giggle. "it kinda looks like you" you poke at the shriveled tentacles with your chopsticks. "I'm sorry Ben. at least you'll have him in the spirit world with you"

"please get a new joke. you literally did this last week"

"ease up ben," Klaus sighs. "let us eat in peace"

[starkeyisthelastname]

Stepbro jj taking your virginity after being hesitant about for while, he finally makes a decision on what to do, he’s very gentle and lots of kisses

- 🦇

He had quietly snuck into your room, the space dark except for the small pink lamp that set on your desk. He padded across the floor, reaching the bed where he slowly laid behind you. Not being fully asleep yet, you gasped softly, turning your head to see JJ. “What are you doing Jayj?” You asked softly, turning your body to face him.

“I’m sorry cupcake, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just can’t sleep..” He said, breathing a little heavy as he glanced down at your tits.

You frowned, reaching out to play with his bracelets on his wrists as you looked at him. “What’s wrong?” You asked, voice sweet.

“I just… I can’t stop thinking about what you said when you told me you wanted someone special to take your virginity. And.. I want to do it.” He breathed out, watching your eyes for a response.

You didn’t say anything for a moment, fingers still on his bracelet as you paused. “Okay.” You whispered, nodding your head as you looked up at him. “Will you be careful?”

“Shhh…you’re okay beautiful.” The blonde whispered against your jaw as he pushed himself inside of you. He tried to hold back his own groan, the feeling of your tight hole wrapping around him was making his head dizzy. He kissed your smooth skin, other hand coming down to rub your clit. “You got an amazing pussy baby girl.” He mumbled.

“JJ…” You whimpered, clinging onto his toned back as he broke you open. It wasn’t necessarily painful, but very uncomfortable as you found yourself holding your breath the more he began to move his hips.

He knew this was wrong and if you were caught he would quite literally get the shit beat out of him by his dad. He couldn’t stop himself from burying his cock further in you though, telling you how good you felt. He traveled his lips up from your jaw to your own lips, capturing them softly. His thumb still rubbed at your sensitive button, waiting until he heard you moan before he sped his thrusts up at all.

“That better, baby doll? I promise it’s gonna feel real good real soon.” He murmured softly against your lips, keeping you close.

[raythekiller]

omggg the masky nsfw alphabet was 😍

how abt eyeless jack nsfw alphabet? maybe? :)

🦇 anon

🗒 ❛ NSFW Alphabet ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Eyeless Jack

#Notes: THERE'S LIKE 4 OTHER PEOPLE ASKING FOR HIS NSFW ALPHABET IN MY INBOX, FINA YALL WILL WRITE IT 😭

pronouns used: none, gn! reader

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A - AFTERCARE 

Will absolutely not let go of you. The whole act is so personal and intimate and important to him he can't help but want to hold you close.

B - BODY PART 

Pretty nonsexual, but your face. He just thinks you look so pretty, even if he can't see properly.

C - CUM 

Major breeding kink, will cum inside of you multiple times in a row until you're filled to the brim.

D - DIRTY SECRET 

He's never had actual sex before, most far he's ever gotten was a blowjob or two.

E - EXPERIENCE 

As mentioned above, not too experienced, but he makes up for it with his eagerness and will to satisfy you.

F - FAVORITE POSITION 

Mating press. He's able to thrust deeper, hold you close and stare at your face all at the same time.

G - GOOFY 

He gets into an animalistic state and is unable to speak, so humor isn't really that present.

H - HAIR 

Clean shaven, makes him feel more hygienic. It's darker than his hair.

I - INTIMACY

Again, unable to speak, but the way he's clinging to you like his life depends on it says it all.

J - JACK OFF

Barely does it at all, unless he's got someone on his mind, then he'll do it a couple times every week.

K - KINK

Here's a full post on his kinks.

L - LOCATION 

Definitely the bedroom, yours or his. Makes it more private and personal.

M - MOTIVATION 

Hates to admit it, but your scent drives him crazy. Even better if you're horny, since he can smell your arousal in the air. It's intoxicating.

N - NO

Either of you being tied up is a hard no. He doesn't like it on himself for obvious reasons (cult sacrifice) and doesn't like it on you cause he's afraid he might lose control and needs you to be able to get away from him if he does.

O - ORAL 

Definitely giving. Those tongues of his work miracles.

P - PACE

Starts off slow and sensual, becomes brutal and animalistic after a while.

Q - QUICKIE

Prefers taking his time with you, so quickies aren't really a thing you do often.

R - RISK 

Pretty vanilla when it comes to this. Doesn't like experimenting or doing anything risky, but might budge if you ask nicely.

S - STAMINA

Just doesn't get tired. Only stops when you beg him to, otherwise he's gonna be breeding you for days.

T - TOYS 

Doesn't own or like to use any. Just doesn't see the point in it.

U - UNFAIR

Ends up accidently teasing you with how much foreplay he does, but it's completely unintentional.

V - VOLUME

Barely moans, only growls and groans. His noises are deep and raspy, unlike his normally calm and gentle speaking voice.

W - WILD CARD 

Sometimes when you're away, he sneaks into your room and jerks himself off on your bed, inhaling your scent off the sheets and pillowcase.

X - X-RAY 

This motherfucker is big, almost 11 inches, although not too thick.

Y - YEARNING

His sex drive isn't normally high, but he has some "heat periods" to deal with where he gets extremely needy.

Z - ZZZ 

Waits for you to fall asleep first, just relishing in the fact that you trust and feel comfortable around him enough to be at your most vulnerable. Will drift off after with a smile on his face.