#MOOTIE ASK!!!!!

[ponke]

omg look is that Isaiah⁉️⁉️⁉️

HEHEH HAPPY VALENTINE'S AGAIN

AAAAAAA?????? MY LOVE????? OMG HE LOOKS SO CUTE!???????? THANK YOU SO MUCH???????????????? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

[spearminthe]

taps chin. I don't think I've encountered a game like this before, so I'm gonna throw it out into the ether for others to play with.

[ reblog to have others gush about why they ship you and your f/o(s)! ]

be sure to practice good reblog karma, nobody likes to feel left out! u_u

[soangelbaby]

HELP.....why did i just think of clark shopping for victoria's secret and thinking abt you in it but also being a clumsy farmboy bc there's so many people in the store he gets confused why everyone's looking at him weird LMFAOOO and he's just staring at the bombshell bra's like they owe him some money

omgg !!!!! yesssss !!!!

i can seriously imagine you sending him to probably just pick up your online order, but as soon as he steps in, he’s flustered !!!! bonus if it’s packed bc i literally used to work there and pls its always packed during the holidays

like his tall ass towering over everything and everyone, just awkwardly standing in line, hands shoved in his jean pockets, lips pressed into a straight line, as he tries to focus on the cashier ahead but his eyes cant help but scan the room, taking in every single detail, every little piece of lingerie, imagining what you would look good in, his eyes land on a set. soft, baby pink with delicate lace. he can almost picture you wearing it. that image hits him harder than he expected. he knows how you’d look, how the fabric would hug your curves, how you’d move with such ease, and suddenly, the air feels thick. he has to swallow, forcing the image out of his head, and the girls in the store? giggling, whispering, “can you imagine him buying lingerie? bet it’s for a girlfriend, right?”

the girls in the store are waiting for his reaction. will he laugh it off? will he blush? will he try to make a joke to hide the awkwardness? his face is so stiff, so serious, they almost want him to crack a smile, anything to break the tension. they’re watching so closely that they don’t miss a single movement, and when the woman in front of him moves aside, he takes a quick step toward the counter, trying to look casual but failing miserably. eyes glancing quickly at the cashier who’s smiling a little too knowingly, reaching behind her to grab the pink bag. the bag that’s holding your lingerie—whatever it is that you picked out online, and that clark, a little out of breath, is now picking up for you. it feels absurd, but there’s something about it that gets his heart racing.

his thoughts run wild as he watches the bag swing from his hand. is the lingerie something soft and sweet, or bold and daring? does it have lace or silk? does it match the way you make him feel—carefree, bold, seductive? every detail he thought about as he looked through the store comes rushing back, giggling and whispering behind him fade into the background, and all he can think about is the smile you’ll have when you see him walk through your door, handing you that bag like it’s some big reveal.

[taegimood]

subby gamer nerd soobin whining while you suck him off under the desk,,

he’s not allowed to cum until he wins butttt he can’t exactly focus on the game while you’re down there

BERRIE YOU BETTER BE CAREFUL WITH WHAT YOU UNLEASH FROM WITHIN ME GRRRRRR SNARL SNARL BARK GRRRRR

you’re feeling bored and mischievous and horny so what better way to entertain yourself than to torture your hot loser boyfriend ??

he’s glued to his gaming chair going up against beomgyu (you can tell from the screams on the other end of his headset) and he already knows EXACTLY what you’re up to when you slide yourself under his desk poor soob this ain’t the first time this has happened eyes widening as he quickly mutes his mic and goes “b-baby please, n-not-“ but he’s choking on his words the second your hand starts sliding up his jittery thigh and he knows that that’s it, he’s done for.

“lift your hips.” you order, and he swallows hard as his eyes flicker down to you nervously, but he obeys anyway as you slide his sweatpants and boxers down, lowering yourself dangerously close to his hardening cock.

“baby-“

“you can’t cum until you win for me, soobin.”

he groans, whether out of frustration or arousal or both; you’re taking your sweet time teasing your fingertips along his inner thigh and soobin knows there’s no escape when you finally slide your hand around his cock and squeeze.

he whimpers, bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he idles frozen over his keyboard, cheeks red and gaze flitting between you and the screen, beomgyu calling out to him confusedly through the muted headset.

you smirk as this gives you an idea.

“mic on, baby. don’t want gyu getting suspicious or anything, hm?”

he gapes at you, eyes widening. “what?! n-no! i-i can’t, he’s gonna-“

“mic. on.”

he swallows hard. his eyes are glued to you, cock fully hard now in your hand, his breath staggering at your commanding tone.

wordlessly he reaches up and presses the button.

“good boy,” you whisper.

soobin is already melting.

“now keep playing, hm? remember what i told you?”

he nods quickly, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from you and back to the screen, stammering out a rushed apology to beomgyu with some lame excuse that his friend definitely would’ve caught on to if he only cared enough, and you smirk to yourself as you start to pump your hand up and down.

you’re impressed by your boyfriend’s resolve over the next few minutes, but unfortunately for him, that just isn’t your goal today.

soobin inhales sharply when your warm lips close around his tip.

he clears his throat, leg bouncing nervously, and as you take him deeper you can tell how desperately he’s already trying to hold back.

the next 15 minutes are agonizing for soobin as you suck and stroke him to the edge and back, over and over again, his gasps and moans played off as frustration over the game that he cannot get himself to fucking win, his concentration breaking the further he falls apart under your touch.

“soobin hyung!!! what is wrong with you? why are you being so weird right now??”

you giggle at the sound of beomgyu’s complaints.

“i mean i know that i’m better than you in every possible way, but you normally put up more of a fight than this.“

“j-just- just shut up and l-lose already.”

soobin’s face is flushed, breathing labored, abdomen clenched tight as he grits his teeth, eyes pleading as the filthy wet sounds you’re causing fill his room and god, hopefully NOT beomgyu’s.

his throbbing cock is covered in your spit and his own pre-cum as he tips his head back against the chair, jaw going slack as you suddenly deepthroat him - his thighs tensing up as you pull off just as quickly when you think he’s too close for your liking.

he groans out in frustration, fingers slamming down on the keys with a new vigor as the next round starts, and beomgyu’s cackling remark of “you sound like you’re fighting for your fucking life,” couldn’t be closer to the truth as your boyfriend lets out something between a gasp and a moan at the speed that you suddenly start pumping him with.

this time you don’t stop, your hands and your mouth working him all at once, his hips bucking and twitching in his seat and breath coming out in short, aching gasps -

“fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck- FUCK!!!! YES!!!! FINALLY!!!!”

you’re momentarily shocked at the sudden outburst, beomgyu’s protests and the game’s chiming “you win!” quickly swept into the background as you’re suddenly being pulled up and tossed onto soobin’s bed before you can even blink.

his lips desperately find yours in an instant, clothes coming off in record time, and he’s moaning before he’s even touched you as he lines himself up with your already-soaked entrance - “please, please, please, need it so bad, need to come, fuck-“

“fuck me, baby. you earned it.”

without a moment’s hesitation he’s thrusting into you desperately, moaning and whimpering in relief, face buried in your neck as he fucks you into the mattress and through his own orgasm, still hard as he keeps going, so overstimulated but he just can’t bring himself to stop.

and of course neither of you pay any attention to the game’s background music still carrying on; and of course, neither of you pay any attention to the fact that in soobin’s lust-clouded rush, he forgot to end the call with his best friend, and beomgyu’s shock morphs to guilt before it turns quickly into something else.

laying back in his gaming chair desperately getting himself off to the sound of his best friend fucking his girl wasn’t a position that beomgyu ever thought he’d find himself in — but it’s a secret that he swears he’s gonna take to the grave.

…or is it?

[jesuistrestriste]

art is the MESSIEST kisser ever like if u make out his spit is literally everywhere. like he'll kiss u on the mouth then keep on kissing ur neck but w the wettest kisses ever. and i JUST KNOW he def drools. like when u give him head and his head is resting against a pillow, he's so lost in it that he can't even think. like the only thing he can do anymore is whimper and moan like a little bitch. and when u look at him u see him drooling all over the pillow😭

art donaldson has a messy mouth. he drools when it feels too good, he kisses with almost too much tongue when he's desperate, and his warm, eager lips are always on your skin whenever he gets a chance to touch you properly.

he practically salivates like a thirsty puppy on a hot day. it pools under his tongue whenever he catches a glimpse of the more intimate areas of your soft skin; the nape of your neck, your stomach, your inner thighs. and he has to try desperately to swallow it down when you two are in public and he can't get his lips on you.

the first time you and art made out, it was very sloppy. you thought this mightve been a result of minor inexperience on his part, or nervousness, or excitement, so you let it happen. you let him moan into your open mouth and grab at your shirt while he slid his pink tongue over yours. you let his sticky saliva mix with yours as your mouths mashed together. you let him kiss you and kiss you and kiss you until he came in his pants.

the whole ordeal lasted about 7 minutes.

after that, you had assumed that—in time—he'd get more reserved with his mouth as you two continued to be intimate.

but this didn't happen.

if anything, he only got more comfortable with you, and thus only became more orally-fixated and messy with his mouth.

he liked to suck on your fingers during sex.

he liked to slather your arousal with his spit when he went down on you.

he liked to kiss you wetly all over your body before bed.

he liked yearned for it all.

when you'd give him head, your slick lips bobbing over his tip and swallowing salty dribbles of precome, he'd drool all over whatever was near his mouth. it was just too hard to focus on not drooling when the warmth of your tongue got him close so fast. his eyes would get lidded and his knees would grow weak and his mind would turn to mush the second you started to blow him. sometimes you'd have to hold his hips to keep him steady. he was very predictable.

one thing you two like to do together is have art get on all fours on the bed, knees spread apart with his cock hard and hanging between his thighs. his hands will go up and squeeze onto the pillows as he lowers his head and lets you jerk him off.

it’s kinda demeaning, in a way; being milked like a cow.

but you like doing it to him, and he likes whatever you like, so he loves this.

when your hand starts to stroke his cock, strings of pre leaking from his slit, his arms will usually start to shake. it'll start at his shoulders, and then go down to his elbows, and then end when his wrists can't hold him up anymore. he'll let himself collapse down onto the cushions without more than a whine of protest and a renewed tint of pink across the bridge of his nose. his head will lay on one side of his face, his lips parted to let out whimpers and whines as his hips jolt, and then it’ll start.

he’ll drool.

all over.

down the side of his face, over his bottom lip, down his chin. it all happens depending on how his head is positioned. but he always, always, always slobbers on the pillow a little.

just as his eyes start to roll back, and his pelvis starts to shallowly move to thrust his cock into your moving grasp, his sweet and sticky saliva will dribble down his face someway and soak into the pillowcase.

he can't help it.

because, again, you make it hard to pay attention to anything other than how good you make his dick feel. it throbs in your hand.

when you catch a glimpse of his drooling, you usually smile and speed up your touch.

"Art, baby-" you'll coo to him, "drooling."

and he'll know right away what you mean.

"Anghh— feel s'good, s'good— 'm sorry, 'm sorry," he'll inevitably slur.

he'll try to wipe it with the back of his hand, but he's usually shaking too much for that to do much of anything. it more just smears the transparent fluid across his flushed face.

slurp. wipe. whimper.

a few more strokes of your hand, and a thumb pressed right under his cockhead, is all he needs to let go after that point.

his eyes will roll back as he cries out and bucks into your fist, shooting and coating the bedding underneath with his load. he'll tremble and whine until his hands grasping at the sheets below have the instinct to fly between his legs and stop the overstimulation. you generally let up soon after he makes that known.

after you clean him up and ease him into bed, he'll make sure to kiss you goodnight. and it's messy and needy and a little bit too much, but you let him do it anyways. he's eager to please, and he's eager to show you how much he appreciates the way you take care of him. he’s just eager.

maybe one day you'll get sick of how much tongue he uses when he kisses, but you doubt it. it’s just so perfectly him.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

having scary dog privileges when going out in public with Bakugo

Except people only avoid him because they’re afraid of getting rabies 😭😭

he’s just so chaotic he has to be infected

LMFAOOO UR IN MY BRAIN BC I THINK THIS !!!!

(him n my oc r like this cough coiugh cough)

i mean,, look at him..💀 sure, he's scary and big n buff n whatnot but also he looks like a damn dog with rabies the way he walks around shoulders slouched n saggy n with that impossible frown on his face. (plus his little waddle) and if you catch him on a good day he's even scaries cus hes walking upright like he does when he has those big ass gauntlets on his arms and hes just smuch more imposing and scary😭😭😭 (🤤)

and the way he practically snarls foaming at the mouth at the thought of anyone daring to approach you with any typa romantic intent,,very scary stuff indeed. goosebump inducing.

like he's scary in the way hes intimidating and also he looks like a freak😭 plus he's just soo loud when he feels threatened. like if he thinks someone (god bless their soul for even having the balls big enough to walk up trynna flirt) is trynna start something with you hes all GLARESS. the pressure in the room goes hard and when the person doesnt get the hint he will very much start talking for you. he'll lean over your shoulder where he was walking next you and full on get in ppls faces😭😭

"HAAAH???!!! you can't hear or somethin' ?! we're fuckin' busy !"

he'll be so pissed off about the interaction he'll keep mumbling about some "tch,,damn extra..trynna start shit with me.." he'll keep doin this till you kiss his boo boo's better

[erosmutt]

hi again 😭 I know you just finished my request for Hayden eating 🐱 but you did so well for me the first time, that I'm ready to cream again thank you 🙏🏼

I always see requests for reader going non verbal during sex with Hayden or his characters...but what about him going non verbal for the first time 👀 I'm especially curious about Hayden and James Kelly in particular

sucking the absolute soul out of him because love 🫶🏼 and you're stimulating him in every way with your mouth and your hands and you keep going after he cums (bonus points if you're going to fucking TOWN on his tip, dipping your tongue over the slit and everything) and he's trembling and writhing away from you and you haven't even fucked him yet

LORD 🙏🏼🙏🏼

GODDAMNNNNUH you are COOKING tonight 😭🙏

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.02.20

♱ HAYDEN . . .

Hayden's hands find the arm of the couch, holding onto it for dear life as you go down on him.

You had come home particularly horny, and he thought it was going to be a sweet little session on the couch, but he was sorely mistaken.

Pulling off of his sticky cock, you watch as Hayden shakes, his hands trembling and thighs quivering. "Haydie," you call, but he's not hearing you - whimpers and sniffles leave him, tears stain his cheeks, and his nose is red from crying. He meets your gaze, his pretty blue eyes welling with more tears from overstimulation. "Y-Yeah?"

You giggle innocently, hand stroking him at a slow pace. "I'm not done yet." You warn before taking his cock back in your mouth, making him cry out, toes curling in his socks. "Oh, oh! S-S-Slow- d-down!" As your tongue swirls around his tip, he lets out a sob, throwing his head back and clenching his teeth. "God," he grits, arching his back.

Your mouth works him, sucking him off sloppily, obscene, pornographic slurping filling the space of the living room. Your fingers tease his taint, making him jolt and shudder. He drags his nails against the fabric of the couch, the words in his throat disappearing, his jaw slack and eyes rolling back before fluttering closed. You look up at him as you run the tip of your tongue along his slit, teasing before dipping into it. Pulling off again with a gasp, you smile up at him. "Haydie, baby," you call.

Hayden is whimpering, not even murmuring, just making little noises, and your gaze softens, hands resting on his thighs, rubbing them affectionately. "You can't speak?" He shakes his head, sniffling. You get up and sit beside him on the couch, cupping his cheek and turning his head to face you, having him rest it on your shoulder. "Shh, it's okay," you whisper. Usually, he's the one comforting you, but you can't say you're opposed to the swap in roles. "It's okay, you don't have to say anything. Just relax."

♱ JAMES . . .

After a long day at the shop, all James wanted to do was have a cold beer and relax; although, your solution was very tempting as well.

"You never let me take care of you, Jamie," you complain as you kneel down at his feet, pushing his legs apart and shimmying closer. He looks down at you, the TV remote in his hand getting set down on the couch beside him. "You're the woman," he responds, running his hand through your hair. "you ain't 'posed to take care of me."

His sentiment is kind, but still doesn't sit right with you. "Well," you unfasten his jeans, and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down. They pool at his ankles along with his boxers and he sighs, rubbing his scruff. "I wanna take care of you today."

James looks back at the TV, humming in response as he flips through the channels. His free hand rests on your head, but immediately tangles in your hair, remote falling out of the other one as he feels you throat him in one go. "Ohh, holy shit babygirl," he hisses. "Where the hell'd you learn that, huh? My girl been practicin'?" He digs his teeth into his bottom lip as you gag around him.

Once you pull off for air, you just smile, wiping the spit from your chin on your hand, then onto his jeans. "Maybe," you tease, leaning back down to wrap your lips around his tip, fighting the urge to grimace at the taste of his bitter precum. Fucking beer, man. "Baby, wait, take the whole thing, not- n-not just the- mmh," he bucks his hips up, gathering your hair in both his hands, holding it back. "Yes,"

The game show on the TV is forgotten by James as he shifts on the couch, planting his boots harder into the carpet, as if trying to brace himself. "Babydoll, baby, slow it down, 'm already gonna... hhohh, shit..." He falls silent, eyes closing tightly and thighs tensing as he already nears his orgasm. He wants to tell you to stop, that he can't take it, that the assault on his tip by your mouth is damn near making him cry, but he can't. He's never done this before - been so overstimulated that he's gone non-verbal, but, there is a first time for everything.

With a loud, shaky moan, James blows his load into your mouth, all of it hitting the roof of your mouth and back of his throat. He whimpers, his hands shaking as he tries to calm his breathing down. You pull away and look up at him, playing with the sticky mess in your mouth before spitting it down onto his cock, rubbing it up and down his shaft. "Lay back, babes," you smile as you stand up, taking your sweats off. "'m gonna ride you."

[snow-blower]

it has been absolutely pouring rain here for the last like two days and i need to cuddle up in front of a fire with a warm tea, a book, and Robb and Grey Wind

Okay, smut is still sucking ass, so may I offer you all this drabble/one-shot thing to keep y'all fed? Anyways, channeled my inner love for folklore and legends here. (Please let me know if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes, no matter how many times I read through, there's something I've missed lol)

Home is Wherever I'm With You.

My Masterlist

Words: 1.7k TW: Reader is pregnant, mention of injury (in the folklore tale), pure fluff. Literally all fluff.

Greywind is the first to notice him standing in the doorway, the direwolf lifting his head to acknowledge his human with a low huff.

Robb leans against the doorway, his lips turned upwards in a soft smile as he watches you. You're sat cross-legged on the ground by the hearth, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a book in your lap. Greywind, ever so clingy, is curled around you with his large head resting in your lap. There's a mug of tea beside you, the steam rising in gentle coils.

Whilst Greywind had noticed him, you were still yet to. You flick through the pages of your book, focused solely on the carefully written words on the parchment. You were completely oblivious to him being there.

Robb simply watches you for a moment, his arms crossed against his chest as he takes in the endearing sight that is you. The fire casts a flickering orange colour over your soft features, making you look ever the more beautiful. You look damn near ethereal sitting there.

The rain patters against the windows, droplets sliding down the paned glass. The sound mixes with the crackling of the hearth and the gentle crinkle of parchment as you flick through your book. It creates an atmosphere that Robb never wants to leave. It's warm and cosy. It's home.

"Darling?" Robb calls softly whilst pushing away from the doorway. He shuts the heavy door behind him, shutting you both in the comfort and peace of your chambers and away from the chaos of politics and duty.

"You look cosy," he teases, unbuckling his sword belt, removing it and propping it up against the wall beside the door. He makes his way towards you, crouching down to peer over your shoulder to see what book it is you're reading.

He can't quite read the title from his position, but he can read a few words on the page. By the looks of it, it seems to be a collection of old folklore tales. One he recognises to be: The Green Man's Tales. It's a collection of old, Northern legends and folklore tales. It's a favourite book of yours — one you've read far too many times. So many times that Robb can no longer count them on his fingers.

"I am," you quip softly, allowing your eyes to move away from your book to look up at your husband. "I'd be even more cosy if you were beside me, though."

Robb chuckles softly at that, the sound soft as it fills you with a warmth. Hearing him happy — especially when you're the reason for it — makes you feel just as happy. Giddy, really.

Turning your head to face him, your nose brushes against his jaw. "Sit with me, my King," you murmur softly, wrapping a hand around his wrist. You tug him to sit down beside you, giggling softly in response to the huff he lets out as he lands on his bottom.

He loves the sounds of your giggles, of your laughter. It's always soft and sweet, lingering with warmth and surrounding him like an angel's whisper.

Extending your arm, you lift the blanket in an offering to Robb. He takes the offer greedily, slipping an arm around your waist as you wrap the furs snuggly around you both.

Tucking you against his side, he turns his head to bury his face against your soft hair. Greywind had long since returned to napping with his head in your lap, his large paws resting against your thighs.

The room is filled with a peaceful silence as you both sit there. You return your attention back to your book, contently leaning back against Robb's side. Your attention occasionally drifts as you take a sip of your warm tea, gulping down the comfort of the warm liquid.

Robb remains by your side with one arm wrapped around your waist, his hand cupping the plush of your hip. His other hand settles on your thigh, every now and then drifting to give Greywind a few pets. But it always quickly returns to the softness of your thighs.

"Read to me," Robb murmurs in your ear, smirking softly as your breath hitches in your throat. He squeezes your thigh encouragingly, bumping your cheek with his nose playfully. "I want to listen to your voice, my sweet. If you'll give me the pleasure of such."

"Of course," you smile softly, knowing you simply can't deny your husband. Even as your cheeks flush a slight red hue, you cannot deny him. Not when his hand on your thigh slides carefully up to your stomach. He rests his hand against the slight swell of there, his thumb brushing along the curve of the baby bump.

Barely a moon into your pregnancy, the bump had begun growing. It's subtle, barely noticeable unless looked at too closely, but it's there.

"This one's about Simeon Star-eyes," you murmur, pointing to the short passage about him on the yellowed parchment. Robb hums, resting his chin against your shoulder. A small encouragement for you to continue.

"Songs sing of a knight who lost his eyes in a tragic fight," You start, keeping your voice low and soft. "Unwilling to let such tragedy deter him, he replaced his lost eyes. He placed glittering gemstones in the empty sockets — deep blue sapphires."

Your soft-spoken words carry throughout the room, and Robb finds himself hanging on every word. He's heard this tale so many times — mostly from you — that he could easily recite it himself, word for word. As he can with every tale in this book. But, listening to you read the words, your hand coming down to rest over his on the bump of your stomach, he finds himself enchanted. Completely and utterly transfixed.

Greywind, who had woken from his slumber seems to mirror his human's action. His yellow eyes peer up at you, his ears twitching with each word from you and his tail thumping happily against the fur rug. Your voice is simply a comfort to the both of them. And Robb has no doubt that your child will feel the same way.

"Tell me more," he pleads softly once he realises you've paused. You're glancing down at him, your nose a breath away from his own. You've caught him staring up at you with adoration as you read and Robb goes a little red in the face at that.

Turning back to the book, you begin reading once more. "Wielding a long spear with daggers bound to each end, he'd spin it in his hands and chop down two men at once."

Robb listens carefully, hanging on each word still. He dips his head to press a few light kisses along your shoulder. They're gentle enough to be innocent, but you know your husband better than that. Yet, you don't call him out in it. Instead, you simply bask in the loving touch.

"Some say the sapphire gemstones allowed him to see what others couldn't — connecting him to the Old Magic." Glancing back down at Robb once more, you lean more into him, unable to bite back the amused breath as he kisses along your skin.

"They also say he was quite the handsome man," you quip teasingly, watching as Robb's gaze quickly snaps towards your own. His eyebrows furrow with suspicion as he processes your teasing words.

"Handsome, you say?" He asks, watching as you bob your head in a nod. Your lip trembles with the effort to bite back a grin, and Robb decides to play along with your attempt to playfully toy his jealousy.

"More handsome than I, my sweet wife?" He questions, all the while his hand on your stomach moves along your ribs, coming to rest just below your breast.

"So the stories say," you giggle, your hand falling from his own as it slides up your body.

"That simply cannot be true," he growls playfully as he pulls back to look at you fully. Your eyes are bright with a playfulness he adores, your cheeks flushed with a mix of love and heat from the fire that continues to flicker away in the heath.

"But it is!" You insist, still biting back a grin. "The stories say so. So, it must be."

Robb gasps dramatically as he pulls back slightly. His hand on your ribs moves to his heart as though he truly were offended by your words. But the grin that pulled at his own lips assured you he truly wasn't.

"I cannot believe this!" He shakes his head, mocking a man truly distraught. "My own wife, mother of my child, believes a legend more handsome than I."

You giggle then, the sound urging him to continue. Quickly, your giggles turn to laughter. He doesn't stop his act of the offended and jealous husband until he's sure you're lacking in oxygen as you laugh.

Robb chuckles then, dropping the act and pulling you close. "I love you, my darling." He murmurs against your temple, breathing in the floral scent of your hair. "Even if you think a dead man more attractive than me."

"I love you too," you breathe out, trying to steady your voice and avoid falling into another giggling fit.

Robb lets you return to your book, holding you against his chest as you continue to read quietly to him. His hand on your ribs returns to the soft swell of your stomach as he allows his thoughts to drift. And drift they do.

You've given him a child. A baby he'll love and cherish. A baby that will be so loved by yourselves and the entirety of Winterfell. Robb knows that when the baby is born, you'll read to him too. Whatever tales you think the little one would like, you'd no doubt read. Robb wouldn't be surprised if he'd come back from his duties one evening to your chambers filled to the brim with random books.

He smiles at the thought, his chin returning to sit against your shoulder. He lets your voice fill his ears, chasing away any lingering thoughts of his duties, of the wars. For a moment he lets himself relax with you in his arms. Your soft voice mixed with the peaceful ambience of the crackling fire and rain gently hitting the windows, lulls Robb into a sleep.

Greywind seems to have drifted off alongside Robb, his tail relaxing against the fur rug.

When you notice Robb lost in slumber, you smile softly at the sight. Pressing a light kiss to his jaw, you pull the blanket tighter around his shoulders before once more returning to your book.

[boiled-ginger-ale]

Leans in

Hey I think itd be super cool if you drew giant martyn thatd be so super cool aha

-gentlegiantdreamer

You arent really helping the askbox situation you know…

[bleach-your-panties]

🌶️/🍰/🍫 (your choice on which one) for Tamaki, please? (Sorry; am braindead rn--)

🍫🌶️Tamaki has always really liked you - ever since you joined his class in your second year.

You're academically bright and your presence lightens up a room, much like how his best friend Mirio does. The two of you are the sun while he is the darkened side of the moon.

Which is why it doesn't come as a surprise when you and Mirio start dating.

Tamaki is devastated because he wants you all to himself.

You are completely unaware of Tamaki's crush on you, though.

So when he asks you over to his dorm room to study for an upcoming test, you don't see the harm in it.

That is until he's got you pressed up against your bed's headboard, your skirt rose high on your waist and your panties around your ankles while he finger-fucks you roughly.

His long, dexterous fingers are covered in your slick while his other hand covers your mouth, concealing your loud whimpers from Mirio who's on the other side of your door asking if you want to go grab dinner.

His indigo bangs brush your cheek and his long tongue flicks out to lick up your tears.

"Only me, bunny. You'll cum only for me from now on. Right?"

[dipperscavern]

Congrats on 1k, Dippy!!!! I don’t know if you do angstier prompts, but for the potion brewing, Stark of your choice and them thinking you’re dead (you’re not)?

thank you very much !! i chose robb for this, felt like y’all haven’t seen him in a while <3

robb stark x fem!reader

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“Robb.”

catelyn sits across from her eldest son, whom hasn’t stopped pacing since the battle ended more than an hour ago. whether it be pacing, tapping his fingers, or absentmindedly moving his hands while he thinks, she hasn’t been able to get him to cease his ministrations.

of course, her words have no effect, and his fingers continue in their incessant tapping. she sighs, knowing her attempts are fruitless.

you’ve always fought with robb. though advised against it — what would become of the war if you both were killed? — you unsheathed your sword nonetheless. some argue robb fought harder knowing you were at his side. while anxiety inducing, you both had won every battle you’d fought, always returning side by side. until now.

you had been swarmed by horsemen, separated in the midst of the fight. no matter how much he wanted to drop everything to find you again, robb had a duty to his men, and had to trust your ability to take care of yourself. so he didn’t — and he’s been blaming himself for it ever since the battles end.

cat has no doubt robb mulls over that very decision in his mind now, replaying it and wishing he had decided differently. what difference it could’ve made, they’re both unsure, but guilt leaves him wondering nonetheless.

robb stands, turning and walking toward where his sword lay on the bed. catelyn knows what he thinks. “Where are you going?”

“To find her.”

“You can’t.” she stresses. again, he doesn’t seem to hear her, moving to walk past her and to the exit. she stands up, blocking his path before he can get the chance. he stops, sighing. “Mother,”

she tries reason. “You’ve already sent men searching.”

“Move.”

“You are a king, you cannot act in rashness.” his brows furrow at her words, and he frowns. “Aye, a king without his queen.”

“If you act in emotion, your men will think—”

“My men think it a miracle I’ve not yet ordered hangings in my emotion. Father would—”

“Your father knows—” commotion stirs in the background, but they’re both too immersed in their argument to pay it mind. words and steel are weapons alike, and cat is no swordsman. she’s desperate to steer him toward rationality.

their voices mingle together in bickery, volume increasing by the moment. the volume of commotion in the background increases with them. soon, footsteps quickly approach, and the tents flap is opened. robb and catelyn both are fast in silencing themselves, attention now on the guard in front of them.

“I beg pardon your graces, but her grace has been found.”

silence ensues for only a moment, shock reverberating throughout the atmosphere. robb and cat look at each other, eyes wide and lips parted. wordless, robb begins to move, with cat falling in behind him.

robb spots the search party he sent out, and the commotion settles down once they realize they’re in the presence of their king. he scans the small crowd for you; lord karstark, ser rodrick, theon, other men of theirs robb is yet to learn the names of. he and theon make eye contact, and then behind him, emerges you. bloody, dirty, and exhausted; but it’s you.

and in this moment, robb forgets himself. he forgets all “kinglike” mannerisms, quick to rush to you. you’re equal in your want, accepting him with open arms.

he nearly knocks you off balance, but in that moment, with you finally in his hold again, he can’t find it in himself to care. a shuddering exhale as he presses his face into the crook of your shoulder, a hand coming to rest in his curls; he never did enjoy anyone’s touch as much as yours. he melts into you, grime and filth covered and audience and all.

“It’s okay,” you say, breathless. “I’m okay.”

he only pulls you closer.

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[fromdove]

the way you write jason todd omg.. heavenly asf

SDHEJS THANK U SMSMSMSMS BABYY ILY. my favorite kind of compliment i swearrrrrrr like it feeds my soul in ways nothing else can. bc i legit sit there contemplating the shit jason would say......like 🧍‍♀️ staring at the ceiling for 10 minutes straight thinking “okay but would jason actually say this or am i projecting again” “would he grunt here or say something devastatingly soft and repressed???” “is this TOO in character or not ENOUGH???” "how can i make this sound more canon?????" "does this sound canon enough??"" "is this out of character??"" ""am i overthinking this???" LMFAO the way i’ll rewrite a single line 37 times just bc it doesn’t feel jason todd enough like every. single. line. i’m holding it up to the imaginary “canon-ness detector” like “hmmmmm would a traumatized, gun-toting, emotionally constipated anti-hero actually say this????!!!?

[taegimood]

No because there's size kink and then there's Soobin size kink... you know? He's got NO BUSINESS being that tall and hands and legs and– and– hhhhhhhh

STOP BECAUSE HE’S SO BIG BUT SO GENTLE aside from when he’s got beomgyu on a hit list AND HE LITERALLY WOULDN’T EVEN HAVE TO DO ANYTHING EXTRA TO SEND YOU RIGHT OVER THE EDGE BECAUSE HE’S JUST SO ??? BIG ???

EVERYTHING about him is bigger than you… he could still be so gentle but it would all feel like so much. one finger is enough to bring tears to your eyes. one caress to your throat and you’re seeing stars. size training to help you fit his massive cock into your poor little pussy.. he’s barely even done anything yet and you’re already falling apart on him, big broad bunny and his little pillow princess so dumb on his cock 🤧

soft sex where he’s got you wrapped up in his arms and if someone were to walk in they wouldn’t even see that there was a second person there, because his broad frame covers yours completely as he hovers over you, pulling you close and fucking you so deep. whispering how good you’re taking him and how he’s so proud of you… kisses to your temple and soft, breathless moans in your ear as he feels the way your warm walls suck him in.

and ofc don’t even talk to me about the more passionate sex that has your tongue lolling and eyes rolling just from his pace alone. bouncing you effortlessly up and down on his cock as you’re too fucked out to do anything but moan his name. holding your hips up off the bed in missionary as he thrusts into you, his eyes fixated on the bulge in your tummy and knowing that he’s the one putting it there. fingering you into oblivion as he studies every expression your face makes, and he’s practically drooling while he watches and feels the way your pussy clenches around his long, slender fingers as he pounds them into your cunt just right.

i’ve mentioned this before when they joked about it in their live but soobin’s slaps are no joke and he doesn’t even realize it.. i can imagine his shock when he’s got you ass up, not even fully inside you yet as he gives you a simple spank and you instantly cum right then and there. he didn’t even think he hit you that hard, but you’re gasping and spasming around him just from one spank from his huge ass hand and he’s literally just. the surprised pikachu meme. baby doesn’t know his own strength.. his own size..

leads me into himbo!servicetop!soobin thoughts 😖 just wants to make you feel so so good and he guesses he’s doing it right from the way you’re moaning and writhing underneath him, so he just keeps going, pounding his fat cock into you the way you seem to always like it, panting and whining and grunting as he holds you in place to keep you from jolting up the bed with every thrust. so big and strong and exerting himself till he’s dizzy just to keep those pretty sounds coming out of your mouth as you cum around him over and over and over again. edges himself, overstimulates himself, he doesn’t care — gives it all to you even though he’s so confused about what it is that gets you off so much. he doesn’t understand how big he is and how delicious it feels to you.. doesn’t know why your body responds so intensely when he manhandles you even just a little.. why you could get yourself off just from licking and sucking on his fingers alone.

speaking of sucking, size training your pussy is one thing, but your mouth? holding your hair gently into a ponytail and watching you with his lip between his teeth as he gives little shallow thrusts to your throat, easing you into it, his poor baby’s mouth already completely stuffed and he’s not even halfway in yet :(( also thinking about you going to bestfriend!soob to ask him if you can practice deepthroating on him because you KNOW he must be massive, so who better to ask than him? and his initial spluttering, red-faced shock eventually turns into his legs spread wide with you between them as he melts into the couch, head tipped back against the top of it and jaw slack as he uses your ponytail to bob your head up and down on his cock, his moaning shamelessly loud, not giving a single fuck how messy it is as everything is covered in spit and drool and pre-cum. his cock is just too big, too much for your little throat, and the both of you are obsessed as you gag on it till you can’t breathe.

hard dom, soft dom, switch, sub, no dynamics at all — IT ALL APPLIES W SOOBIN + SIZE KINK 😩

i repeat. soobin is just. so big in every way that he would barely even have to lift a finger to make you never want another man’s cock again.

so you can only imagine what it must be like with what we know of soobin: that he’s competitive, and he always puts in the work.

[jesuistrestriste]

sage i had a thought and that thought is ... art begging u to cum in him every time u peg him n so u buy one of those ejaculating straps with fake cum... i think he'd actually get sooo slutty it's insane!!!!!

AUGHH yeah….. :(

im always thinking about the ejaculating straps. sigh. i saw one being used in a porn vid on twt one time and the femdom was jerking her sub off into it and then used his own cum to fill him up. and i personally think art would love that !

like you’ve got him on all fours on the bed, stroking his wet cock until he’s shuddering and panting and pulsing out a thick release into the special toy; and then you’re kneeling behind him and pushing a hand down between his shoulder blades to force him face-down into the mattress while you line the strap up with his hole.

“who’s ready to get creampied with their own load?” you coo down to him, watching his shoulders flush pink as you ease the first three inches in.

his toes curl instantly, his eyes rolling back.

art’s already gasping too, his hips dropping down involuntarily as his thighs suddenly turn to jelly and slide on the sheets.

“me, m-me,” he whimpers, clutching the fabric under him before his jaw goes slack and he tries to push back against your hips, fucking himself on the dildo as he feels his own come drip into him, “fuck me, i wan-wanna get— want— mmn—! fuck me, fuck me—“

he’s so out of it:/ dry orgasm after dry orgasm flooding his system as he feels the way you thrust into his prostate and cause more of his thickness to spill into the deepest parts of his guts

[safety-writes-noms]

Do you have any favourite vore tropes you like to see? If so, about them is cool? :P

- @the-sussy-imposter2

YES. (Hi moot!!)

I am such a sucker for protective vore. Is it overdone? Maybe just a little bit. Does it make it any less good? No!! I will eat that shit up every time because it’s my favorite ever. I don’t know, the thought that a person is so deeply caring about another that they will take any measure to keep them safe in a tense situation gets me in the heart strings.

Like I need you to be safe and this is the best way. GAHH IT JUST GETS ME BAD. Being tucked away under iron bone and diamond flesh, cradled by something that can be fatal, only for it to be a saving grace. Defying biology and anatomy because you care about someone else so much that you will literally change your insides just to keep them safe. The level of love (platonic, romantic, idc) needed for something like that is just super beautiful and heart warming to me.

Better yet if the pred’s inner workings are somehow sentient (in a way kinda??? I think the better word is subconscious to the pred’s desires) and immediately recognize “Oh hey! Person that I deeply care about!! You need to be tucked away and protected, so just chill out here!” Extra bonus points if the prey is kinda freaking out about it while the pred’s subconscious is like yeah, this is great!! I am doing such a good job and this is an amazing idea.

and the prey is just terrified because 1, hello? Stomach! Digestion! My friend/whatever just ate me and I’m feeling very vulnerable and terrified! And 2, how could they do this to me?? And then time passes and they slowly realize there’s nothing harmful about it and they slowly, slowly relax. There’s just something super cool anout rebelling against your natural processes, telling yourself “No, this one is mine, you can’t take them,” and your biology conforming to your desires.

[erosmutt]

hi girly pop 😼 I hope you missed me

I told you I'd return when I'm cooking, although I'm not ovulating anymore 🥲 that doesn't stop me from being horny tho I can still buss a phat nut 🥜

double penetration with Hayden and a rabbit vibrator 🫦 but he goes crazy prepping you, eating you out, finger fucking BOAF holes and you squirt for him for the first time and he creams tf out of your ass and your juices are just stuck in his pubes

I shall cook something better than this you'll see me in ur inbox again

LORD HAVE MERCYYY save me Tamara!!! You and your requests, I love the requests and you! I'm sorry for getting to this so late 🥹 ughhhhhhhh I need to bury my nose in his pubes WHAT WHO SAID THAT!?!?!!!

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ★ sex toys, double penetration, anal, squirting⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 25.04.19 ⋆ HAPPY HAYDEN DAY!

It's been at least fifteen minutes since Hayden started prepping you for this little endeavor you two are about to go on. Anal is no joke - it'll hurt like a bitch without proper prep. So, he's doing his best to ensure your comfort.

He's laying between your legs, moaning as he lazily devours your cunt, the plentiful mix of your essence and his saliva steadily flowing down to your tight little asshole that he's currently scissoring open with now three fingers. You writhe beneath him, gripping his curls and tugging, heels digging into your back. "Oh, oh fuck Hayden, jus' like that, 'm- ow!"

Hayden immediately stops, pulling his fingers from you and looking up at you with pure worry and adoration. "What's the matter?" He asks before licking his lips. "Don't... don't add another finger," you whisper. He blinks at you. "Sweetheart, I've gotta do this. How else will you take my cock in your ass, hm?" You blush. He's right - without getting you used to an intrusion, it's going to hurt worse than you think.

"It hurts," you whine. "It feels weird." He sighs. "I know it does. Just let me take care of you, okay?" You give it a few seconds of thought before you nod. "Okay."

After adequate prep and a shit ton of lube, you decided you were ready. Hayden is positioned between your legs, his tip prodding at your asshole as he messes with the baby pink rabbit vibrator in his hands. "Ready love?" You nod, biting your lip. He pushes the toy into your cunt, the little 'ears' of the toy sandwiching your clit. He waits, not yet turning it on as he pushes his cock into you, making you whine and squirm, your body trying to push him out.

"No," he grunts, hands digging into your thighs. You're so tight, so warm, he can barely take it. "Jesus fucking Christ, let me in, sweetheart," he says shakily. "I know it's big and uncomfy, I know it is," he coos. You babble incoherently, gripping his wrists and digging your nails into his skin, leaving bright red crescent-shaped marks. Once he bottoms out, his fingers hover over the button on the vibrator that's nestled in your pussy that you also keep involuntarily trying to push out.

It takes a minute or two, but you give him a weak nod, letting him know that he can continue. He has to steel himself, and he presses the button on the vibrator, immediately making you jolt and squirm. "Hayden!" You cry, suddenly acutely aware of all the sensations your body is feeling. "Fuck! Fuck, mmh, nnhnngh," you arch your back up off the bed and he grabs your hips, pulling them up to give himself easier access.

Hayden groans, picking up the pace, getting caught up in the pleasure and the sound of your desperate moans. He's already close, but he knows that him cumming early isn't going to matter to you - you're a complete mess and can barely register what's going on anyway. His hips stutter and he lets out a pathetic moan bordering on a whine as he spills himself into you. It's so much - more than he usually cums.

He reaches down and starts to thrust the vibrator in and out of your cunt, making you cry out and fight the urge to thrash around. "Hayden, Hayden, Hay, 'm gonna cum Hayden," you slur, gripping the sheets so hard that they come up off the top corner. He moves his hips somewhat in time with the movement of the toy, and you can't take it anymore - your toes curl, your back arches, your eyes roll back, and a shudder runs through your entire body as you squirt all over his wrist before he moves it away, so the rest squirts up against his pelvis. He gasps, having never seen you squirt before. He didn't even know you could. "Fuck, baby, look at you," he moans, pulling the toy out of you and turning it off. The bush of dirty blonde pubes above his cock glistens with your juices, and he shivers. "Holy shit..." You can't speak. You just whimper and nod, going along with whatever he's saying, your brain too fuzzy to register anything right now. Hayden smiles, rubbing your hips as he pulls out of you. "Good job my love."