#eatin sweets

[snoodlebeans]

surprise valentines gift for my girliebee @squishybellies get jumpscared!!!!! di/me/nt/io ate too much heavy meal and is now too heavy to move until it all digests…

(pa/pe/r ma/ri/o belongs to ni/nt/en/do)

[snoodlebeans]

haiiiiiiii...

Desperately yearning to be sat in someones lap whilst she feeds me with one hand and plays with my tummy with the other~

[loungemermaid]

Petty gripe time but some of y’all ain’t never ate squirrel before, and it ain’t your fault y’all wuddn’t raised right but, luckily for y’all, y’all have me.

Recipes for squirrel that ain’t squirrel stew:

Chicken fried squirrel-dredged in buttermilk, pickle juice, and seasoned flour. I soak in buttermilk too. You could also bread it with breadcrumbs but then it ain’t chicken fried.

Squirrel’n’dumplins- I make my dumplins out of biscuit dough, but it’s a cream based soup with either like, thick egg noodles or boiled fluffy dough. That sounds gross but it’s really good. If you’re fancy throw a carrot in, otherwise it’s just stock, milk, dumplins, and squirrel

Squirrel gravy-like sausage gravy. But. You know

Buffalo squirrel- chicken fry the legs and toss in buffalo sauce

Basically anything you can do with a chicken or a rabbit, you can do with squirrel, you just don’t eat the skin. It’s delicious.

[sexysilverstrider]

OO

[mwphisto]

LaDs: First to make a sound loses

~Winner of the poll! I wanted something quick to write and somehow my brain felt this was the right thing to add... yeah sure girl I shoulda known from the start y’all would want this lol

~Contains all love interests with a female reader

Warning, this post contains: Smut, please read with caution! Pussy eatin, dick suckin, fingering, p in v sex, you know the drill

Xavier

A stupid bet, one you should have never made.

You should have thought about it before letting it leave your lips but you didn’t… dammit!

Your nails dug deep, threading through white-blonde locks of hair and yanking hard. If you couldn’t get Xavier to make a sound through pleasure… maybe you could through pain.

The man anchored between your parted thighs didn’t budge, not even a hitch in his breathing as you nearly pulled a fistful of hair out of his head. No, Xavier was in his own universe, tongue prodding at your soaking entrance.

“First to make a sound loses!”

“And what does the winner get?”

“The freedom to do whatever they want to the other.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Making such a bet with your already quiet lover, it was like you wanted to fail. Xavier’s nose bumped your puffy clit and you saw stars, your teeth brutally biting down on your lip to swallow any whines.

You were slowly slipping into panic, body and brain sending mixed signals as Xavier ate your pussy as if it were his last meal. You couldn’t even begin to fathom what your lover would want to do if you lost…

Warm hands kept your thighs spread, moving up and down the length of skin in a soothing manner. The additional sensation making your skin break out in goosebumps as sinful lips wrapped around your throbbing clit.

“X-avier…” you choked, not quite a moan or whimper, but enough for blue eyes to lock with yours. The sight alone had you gritting your teeth, he was too much.

“S’too much! Too intense!” If you didn’t snap your mouth shut a moment later you were positive you’d spill. Xavier only huffed out a laugh, the sensation warming your cunt. He was going to play dirty, so dirty. His lips suctioned just as he slid two fingers into your sopping cunt.

You couldn’t help it, not when his fingers curled right into that sweet spot. Your entire body tensed, head falling back against the pillows as a guttural moan fell past your swollen bitten lips. Your release covered his chin, his fingers, and his tongue eagerly licked you clean.

Xavier had won.

Rafayel

He really thought he could pull one over on you.

I mean really, Rafayel thought he had a chance at winning against you in a bet you had made? Big mistake.

"Whoever makes a sound loses..."

He had been so smug, too smug, and now his knuckles were white as he fisted his silk sheets so hard they were groaning under the force.

You were on your knees putting on a damn show, mouth stuffed with his cock and your watery eyes peering up at him as if he hung every single star in the sky just for you. "C-cutie..." a stutter, one that forced him to seal his lips again in fear of losing.

You only hummed, the sound vibrating his entire length as you dared to swallow around him. He had trained you too god damn well, you could deep throat him without gagging now. Something you had both eagerly worked to achieve together over the months.

Though, Rafayel was starting to regret the training, if he could just get you to gag around his cock, he'd win. But even as his hips stuttered up into the tight heat of your mouth, you didn't budge.

Your jaw relaxed, tongue flattening on the underside of his cock as you let him fuck your face with flushed cheeks.

All it would take is one look, and you knew your lover would crumble. The second his head tilted back, jaw clenched and eyes shut, you knew you were on the verge of winning. Your hands splayed over his thighs, nails scratching at his skin until his entire body was shaking from the sensation.

Your cheeks hollowed out, suctioning to him as you drew back and pressed his hips down. Your focus turned to his tip, dark and leaking, begging for release.

Your tongue swirled, coating in the salty precum that dribbled out, and you had to swallow a moan before you forgot where you were and what was at stake. Winning the bet was seconds away, you just needed to…

“F-fuck I’m cumming!”

A higher pitched cry left Rafayel’s lips, his cum shooting down your throat as his hips stuttered into your mouth.

You had won the bet.

Zayne

You’d bury your face in the pillow if you could.

But Zayne had other plans, determined to not let you pull a fast one to win this silly little bet. Really, you thought you could stay quiet while he fucked you senseless? Adorable.

“C’mon sweetheart, I know you’ve got it in you…” his hips were brutal as they slammed into your cunt, you were positive you’d have bruises left on the back of your thighs at this rate. Tears swam across your vision, Zayne’s hand holding a fistful of your hair to keep you from hiding.

You had managed to swallow your noises for three orgasms. Fat tears leaking down your cheeks and blood dribbling down your chin from how hard you bit your lip. Zayne had kissed it all away, smug about it too.

“C’mon, give me a pretty moan, you know you wanna.” And god did you, you wanted to be his good girl. But you also craved the feeling of victory. “My pretty baby, be good for me and make some noise…” he was evil.

All you could do was bite down harder, she’s shutting as you used every ounce of will power to hold onto sanity. He was fucking you within an inch of your life, cock kissing your cervix with every deep, devastating thrust.

“N-no!” You swallowed the whine, the lingering shakiness as your breasts bounced with each connect. Zayne only smirked, lips soft against your ear as he ran his fingers down your stomach. “You’re so wet.”

You clenched your teeth as he pulled you so your back was flush to his front, fingers rubbing skillfully at your swollen clit. “So sensitive because I made you cum so many times, right? You want me to touch her gently?” Just to rub harder, your body shaking, hips jerking wildly as if you could move fast enough to keep his fingers off.

“Don’t run from me, sweetheart.”

You were done for, so utterly screwed. You couldn’t help it, not when your fourth orgasm had you gushing around his cock. Never mind a moan, you screamed as you came.

Zayne won, a smug smile on his lips because of it.

Sylus

He’d never turn down a bet.

Sylus was certain he’d win. Like always, he took any and every challenge head on with a smug smirk on his lips. But… this? Oh this may be his toughest challenge yet.

Your cunt was sinful, softer than the finest silks, warm and wet and so snug. His eyes could cross just from entering you, the look on your face enough to make him blow his load just from slipping inside. “Shit, baby.”

His voice was somehow steady, his fingers gripping the pillow beside your head. The other was holding your waist, keeping you steady as he bottomed out.

“Sylus…so big…” determination was still shining in your eyes, making his heart swell. You wanted to win this stupid little bet as badly as he did.

“First to make a sound loses, deal?”

“Deal.”

Neither of you made a sound yet, but the swollen lips and flushed cheeks told you how hard it was to keep in. Still, Sylus drew his hips back half way before pushing in again. Simultaneously, your eyes squeezed shut. Bodies tense as you tried to keep your noises back.

Thrust after thrust, Sylus settled into a steady rhythm. Your legs hugging his hips every time he thrusted, keeping him close despite the overwhelming pleasure making you want to run away. “Sylus… I’m gonna…” he had barely began fucking you and you were going to cum.

“Then cum, let me f-feel you.” His cock was twitching, each brutal slam of his hips threatening to send him spiraling over the edge and emptying into you. “O-only if you make a noise, pretty.” But you shook your head, arms wrapping around his neck and yanking him down.

The force of your lips colliding was enough to punch a moan out of both of you. Orgasms crashing down almost instantaneously. You couldn’t even care, the pleasure vibrating through your veins enough to make you forget the silly challenge until you pulled away from him.

“Guess we both lost.”

Caleb

Why on earth would he ever take this bet?

To appease you of course. To see your sweet face twisted with victory when he inevitably cried like a baby because your pussy was just that damn good. "Whoever makes a sound first loses, winner gets to do whatever they want to the other, no limits."

Oh yeah, that sounded like the type of bet he would beg to lose. But, for you, he'd at least attempt to swallow his groans for a bit. Make it somewhat fun for you as he folds you in half and pounds you into the mattress like a dog in a rut. "Fuck, you're so hot, pips!"

You knew Caleb well enough to know that he was barely trying, the whiny lit to his voice was a dead giveaway. But if it meant he fucked you like he was trying to get you pregnant? You could live with it.

Your mouth was hanging open, only ragged breathing slipping past. Every moan and whimper swallowed before it could climb its way up your throat. One clench and you knew Caleb would crumble. So, to tease him, you held off. You wanted to see him sweat.

"Ya gonna cum for me, big boy? Fill me up?" It was slight, barely a squeeze, but enough that Caleb's eyes widened.

"Y-yes, fuck. You'll let me cum inside, right? Please?" There it was, the walls crumbling, he was so close to whimpering. "Yes, baby. You can cum inside of me, fill my cunt up so you're always with me." Dirty, embarrassingly filthy, but the open moan groan that rumbled Caleb's chest as he came made it so utterly worth it.

"I win, baby. Time to switch"

[bowtiestash]

had no choice but to make a half nutella half peanut butter sandwich since i ran out of pb, and ive only had this kinda sandwich once before. what i wanna know is how this combo ends up tasting like NOTHING???

[httpdwaekki]

yo why am i kickin my feet n twirlin my hair rn?? this is so cute, i deadass got butterflies oml

you and me

yunho x reader

word count^^: 1,046

warnings""+: none:)

a.n.//: just some yunho thoughts bc why not,, lmk if there's any mistakes or if I missed anything ,, pls stay safe everyone:)

You couldn’t help closing your eyes at the feeling of Yunho carding his fingers through your hair. Your head on his lap as he watched one of his shows. After your longest shift of the week you had asked him if you could come over to nap. Your excuse being that his place was way more cozy than yours and wanted to steal one of his hoodies. 

 Now, you and Yunho weren’t together but anyone could see that you were clearly blurring the lines of being just friends. The screen goes in and out of focus and eventually you fall asleep but Yunho is quick to shake you awake. You groan and swat his hands away causing him to laugh. 

 “I want to sleep yuyu!” You mumble against his leg.

 “If you sleep now you won’t be able to later. So, the only thing I will be letting you do is stay awake.” He pinches at your cheeks and you poke at his stomach. 

 Suddenly you were pulled into his lap and he was poking you right back. You both were laughing as you tried to get out of his grasp. Yunho keeps a tight hold on your waist and you yelp when you fall back into him. You turn around and push at his shoulders causing him to lean back on the couch. 

 “Stop!” You laugh, “you know I hate being tickled.” 

 “You started it and look, you’re awake now!” He looks at you with soft eyes and squeezes your waist. It takes everything in you to pull your eyes away from him and back to the tv. 

 Yunho places a hand on your back, pulling you to rest against his chest. You tuck your head into his neck and grab the blanket you were using to cover the two of you. The show wasn’t really your favorite but you only watched it for him. 

 “Do you want me to change it? I can see you dozing off again.” He caresses under your chin to get you to look at him. 

 Shaking your head you tell him, “It’s your favorite. I can tough it out.” 

 He holds your chin a little longer before placing his hand over your waist as you snuggle back into him. You were able to keep yourself awake for a little bit longer but now it was Yunho's heartbeat that was slowly taking you to la la land. It also wasn’t helping that he was rubbing up and down your back.

 You didn’t even realize you had actually fallen asleep until Yunho was squeezing at your arms and waist to coax you awake. The tv was off and you look at the clock above it, 10:30 pm.

 “I’m sorry I fell asleep.” You begin to get up but Yunho carries you bridal style instead as he stands up. 

 “Don’t worry, once I get you into bed you’ll be back in dream land in no time.” He winks. 

 He lays you down gently on your side of his bed and then goes to change into a pajama set. You have no issue hiding the fact that you were blatantly staring at him. He looks over at you right after pulling his shirt off and throws it straight at your face. 

 “Look away you creep.” He teases with a smile and you laugh while turning yourself the other way. 

You feel the bed dip and your body is being dragged backwards. You giggle at the feeling of Yunho's breath tickling the back of your neck. Your hand trails up and down his arms causing goosebumps to rise against his skin. He tightens his hold on you and he lets out a deep breath.

 “Do you think we could ever be more than just friends?” Your own voice surprises you in the quiet of the cold room. 

 Yunho turns you over to face him, eyes trailing over your face. The moonlight slipping through the curtains gives you a light glow. He cups your cheeks, bringing you closer to him. 

 “When have we ever been just friends?” He whispers. 

 “I mean, we spend a lot together and are quite touchy but,” Your voice goes quiet. Yunho hums to tell you to continue but you shake your head. “Never mind.” 

 “No, no.” He flips over to hover above you, brushing the hair out of your face. “Come on baby. You know you can talk to me.” He bumps his nose with yours and it makes your heart soar. 

 You take a breath, holding his loving gaze.  “We haven’t kissed yet.” 

 Yunho bites his bottom lip, trying to hold back a smile. You try to turn your head to look away in embarrassment but Yunho is quick to hold it in place with his hands on either side of your face.

 “Is that all you want?” His tone is more serious than playful and you take a moment to really think about what was going to happen.   

 “No. I want us to be together.” You admit. 

He wastes no time in pressing his lips to yours. Savoring every second your lips are moving against his. You cross your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He pulls away for less than a second before going back in. The two of you were lost in each other. Lips getting red and puffy while your hands explore each other's bodies. You eventually detach from him, needing to catch your breath. 

 “Yn, can I be your boyfriend?” He pecks your lips a few times before you could even answer. 

 You nod your head and kiss him hard. He easily reciprocates, placing a hand under your jaw to keep you in place. You smile as you continue to kiss him to the point where you start to laugh. Yunho looks at you confused.

 “Why are you laughing while I try to make out with you?” You laugh even more.

 “I’m sorry! I just can’t believe I actually get to call you mine now.” You raise your thumb to trace his bottom lip. Yunho moves to his side but still keeps you close, hugging you to his chest. 

 “Just you and me.” He whispers into your hair. “Now get some sleep.” 

 You lean up and kiss him one more time.

[botanicsoul]

Roses can wait

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Explicit (18+)

Description: Bakugou was determined to ruin you, and he wasn’t about to let a phone call stop him. Now? You were going to pay for it.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧. 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Bakugou had you spread out on your bed, legs hooked over his shoulders, his tongue dragging slow, lazy circles over your clit. His fingers curled inside you, stretching you open, teasing that sweet spot that had you seeing stars.

It was embarrassing how fast he had you unraveling, body trembling under his touch, gasps and moans slipping from your lips before you could stop them.

“You’re so fuckin’ sensitive,” he muttered, voice muffled as he flicked his tongue against you. “Haven’t even gotten started, and you’re already falling apart.”

“K-katsuki—” You choked on your words when he sucked your clit into his mouth, groaning like you were his last meal.

Then—your phone rang.

You barely registered it at first, too drunk on pleasure, but the name flashing on the screen caught your attention. Mina.

You reached for it with shaky fingers, and Bakugou—who definitely noticed—grinned against your skin.

The second you answered, his mouth was on you again, tongue dipping into your entrance, fingers pressing deeper, harder.

“Hey, Mina,” you breathed, trying—and failing—to sound normal.

“Hey, babe! Just wanted to remind you we’re going on our double date in an hour! You guys didn’t forget, right?”

Bakugou’s scarlet eyes flicked up to yours, dark with amusement. His lips brushed your clit as he murmured, “Better keep talkin’, sweetheart.”

Your body jerked at the vibration of his voice, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach.

“I—n-no, I didn’t forget,” you said, voice a little too breathy.

Mina giggled. “You sure? You sound kinda out of breath. You okay?”

Bakugou chuckled into your cunt, dragging his tongue up your slit before sucking your clit into his mouth, hard. You slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling the desperate sound that almost slipped.

“I-I’m just—uh—” Your breath hitched when he added a third finger, stretching you wider. “Getting r-ready!”

Bakugou nipped at your inner thigh, eyes gleaming. “Damn right you are.”

Your free hand fisted in the sheets as he worked you over, lips and fingers moving in sync, his tongue pressing slow, deliberate strokes against your swollen clit. The heat in your stomach was unbearable, a desperate ache building, pushing you closer—

“Great! I’ll see you both soon then, yeah?”

Your entire body tensed. Bakugou fucking knew you were about to come. His tongue flicked faster, fingers moving in a way that had your vision going white.

“Y-Yeah, see you soon!” You rushed out, immediately tossing your phone aside, barely hearing Mina’s goodbye before you hung up.

The second the call ended, your head dropped back with a strangled moan, pleasure crashing into you as your orgasm ripped through you. Your thighs clamped around Bakugou’s head, your back arching off the bed as you came hard, waves of heat rolling through you.

But he didn’t stop.

His fingers kept moving, his tongue dragging through your folds, slow, teasing licks that had you whimpering. Your body jerked with overstimulation, thighs twitching, but Bakugou held you down, sucking your clit back into his mouth as you sobbed.

“Too much—” You gasped, hands weakly pushing at his head.

Bakugou only chuckled, nipping at your thigh. “Nah, you can take it.”

His fingers curled again, pressing deep, and you let out a broken whimper, legs trembling. Your body was still too sensitive, but that only egged him on. He was watching you so closely, eating up every little sound, every twitch.

“You think you can answer the phone when I’m eatin’ this pretty little pussy?” His voice was smug, fingers still buried inside you.

“I-I thought it was important!”

Bakugou clicked his tongue, withdrawing his fingers—only to slap your clit, making you yelp.

“You’re a real brat, y’know that?” He leaned over you, pressing his fingers to your lips. “Open.”

You obeyed without thinking, tongue darting out as he slid his fingers into your mouth. The taste of yourself coated them, warm and slick, and his pupils blown as he watched you suck.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” His voice was low, thick with arousal. “S’pose I should reward you for bein’ so sweet.”

He smirked, dragging the head of his cock through your soaked folds.

“Now, lemme see how many times I can make you come before dinner.”

His cock was still buried deep inside you, his breath hot against your lips, his body radiating heat as he came down from his high.

But you weren’t catching a break.

Bakugou’s hands wandered, trailing down your sides, across your stomach, his fingers brushing over the mess between your thighs. His touch was too gentle, too teasing—and you knew exactly what that meant.

“You still got an hour ‘til dinner, don’t you?” His voice was smug, breathless, but still cocky as ever.

Your body twitched at the implication, still reeling from the last orgasm. “Katsuki—”

He smirked, dragging a thumb through the mixture of his release and your arousal, bringing it up to your clit. He barely applied pressure, just a slow, lazy circle—just enough to make you twitch.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses along your jaw, down your neck. “Thought you wanted to see if you could handle it?

You whimpered, thighs trying to close around his hand, but he tut-tutted, forcing them apart.

“you’re actin’ shy?” His lips curled into a smirk, fingers dipping lower, teasing your oversensitive entrance. “Nah, baby, you don’t get to tap out now.”

You knew he was enjoying this—the way you were squirming, overstimulated and helpless under his touch.

His cock twitched inside you, still half-hard.

Fuck.

“You’re already gettin’ tight around me already, you must really want it.” He groaned, rolling his hips just slightly, just enough for you to feel it. You bit your lip, trying to shake your head—but your body told him otherwise.

“Liar,” he muttered. Then, without warning, he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

You barely had time to react before he was manhandling you, his hands gripping your hips, lifting them up, arching your back just right—until you were spread out beneath him, ass up, face pressed into the pillow.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, hands squeezing your ass, pulling your cheeks apart just to watch your swollen, soaked cunt twitch in anticipation. “So messy—such a fuckin’ pretty pussy.”

A slap landed against your ass, the sharp sting sending heat through your body. You yelped, fingers twisting in the sheets, but he just chuckled.

“You like that?” He grinned, smoothing a hand over the stinging skin before grabbing your waist, aligning himself at your entrance again. “Then you’re gonna love this.”

He slammed into you in one deep thrust, stretching you all over again.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, body jerking at the overstimulation.

“Yeah, that’s fuckin’ right,” Bakugou groaned, fingers digging into your hips. “Take it, baby.”

His pace was relentless—his hips snapping into yours, his cock dragging against that sweet, sensitive spot with every thrust. You felt everything—too much, too good, the pleasure burning through you so intensely that your mind blanked.

The sounds filling the room were filthy—your moans, his groans, the wet, obscene slap of skin on skin.

Your arms gave out, your cheek pressing into the pillow as he fucked you into the mattress. “S-suki—”

“I know, baby,” he gritted out, voice strained, breathless. “I fuckin’ know.” He flipped you on your back before quickly sticking himself deep inside of you again.

His hand slid down, pressing against your stomach, right where he was hitting deepest. “You feel me right here, huh?”

You struggle to nod your head yes. “Ain’t so talkative now, huh?” He pulled back slightly, shifting to hook one of your legs over his arm, angling himself deeper. Your eyes rolled back, a sob slipping from your lips when he slammed into that perfect spot inside you.

Your response was a broken sob, your walls clenching around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re so tight—‘m gonna fuckin’ ruin you, baby.”

His fingers found your clit again, rubbing fast, mercilessly, dragging you to the edge too quickly.

“Cum for me again, princess,” he ordered, voice sharp, commanding. “Cum all over my cock.”

And you did.

Your body locked up, pleasure crashing into you like a tidal wave. Your vision blurred, your breath caught in your throat, your walls milking his cock as you came hard.

Bakugou groaned, his rhythm faltering, his grip on your hips bruising as he fucked you through it. “Shit— I’m gonna—”

With one last deep, brutal thrust, he spilled inside you, a low, guttural moan tearing from his throat as he filled you up.

The both of you collapsed, his weight pressing against you, your bodies slick with sweat, chests heaving.

For a moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing.

Bakugou chuckled. “Think Mina’s gonna notice if we’re late?”

You groggily grabbed your phone, panic setting in when you saw the time. You had completely lost track of it.

Mina’s texts were waiting for you:

Mina (8:38): Girl… are you guys coming? Me and Kiri already ordered the apps!

Mina (8:50): You two are actual sluts.

Mina (8:51): We can try again next week. Call me when you’re done fucking 🥰❤️

Your face turned bright red.

‘fuck. me.’

[missdynamighttt]

i can just imagine that bf! katsuki's idea of a prank for april fools is... truly something else.

it was april 1st, and you knew something was up.

katsuki had been acting too smug all morning—watching you with that feral little glint in his eyes, lips twitching like he was holding back a secret he could barely contain.

he wasn’t exactly subtle. he never was.

so when he gestured toward the living room with a deceptively casual, “got you a seat, sweets,” you should’ve known better.

you looked down at the chair behind you. then at his suspiciously innocent expression.

then back at the chair.

it looked like a chair.

still… something reeked of bullshit.

but you, tragically, were trusting. and very tired. and in very, very tiny shorts. so—you sat.

and the “chair” just, vanished.

because he’d yanked it away at the last second, and you landed squarely on his face.

a startled squeal left your lips, your hands flailing for balance as your thighs straddled his head. “katsuki—!”

he let out a guttural groan that vibrated straight through you, hands already locking around your thighs to keep you exactly where you were.

“happy fuckin’ april fools, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice muffled deliciously between your legs.

you couldn’t even respond before he grabbed your hips and pulled you down with zero warning, your thighs straddling his face as you yelped, scrambling to keep your balance.

and when his tongue immediately slid up against the wet patch of your tiny shorts, already bullying through the damp fabric like he had something to prove, you knew you’d just been played in the most evil, genius way possible.

“th-this is not what.. april fools is supposed to mean,” you gasped.

“sure it is,” he growled. “i made a fool outta you. thought i was givin’ you a normal chair."

“katsuki—”

he just groaned again, louder this time, the sound shooting straight through your core as he pulled you down flush against his mouth. his nose bumped against your clit through the cloth and you nearly sobbed.

“fuck— this isn’t even—this doesn’t count as a prank—!”

“it does if it ends with me eatin’ you out,” he muttered smugly, voice muffled beneath your thighs. “best fuckin’ prank of the year.”

your hands fumbled uselessly at his hair, clutching for something to ground yourself while he tongued your clothed cunt like he hadn’t eaten in days. and god, he was relentless, licking and sucking and grinding his face up against the thin fabric like it offended him.

“there you fuckin’ go,” he purred, tongue flattening against the mess you were already making. “that’s it, atta girl. ride my fuckin’ face."

you shivered, legs trembling as your body betrayed you, hips rolling forward without you even realizing it, chasing the friction.

“you ambushed me, asshole!” you gasped, flushed and panting, though your hips were already obeying him, grinding down slowly, rhythmically, chasing the pressure.

“‘s not ambush if you’re enjoying it,” he growled. his teeth grazed your inner thigh. “now shut up and ride your throne.”

you couldn’t even respond. not when he hooked a finger under the waistband of your shorts and yanked them to the side—finally getting his mouth on your soaked cunt, bare and aching and already trembling for him.

your head tipped back. “fuck—!”

the smug bastard moaned into you, like he knew he had you, like he wanted you to drown in it—wanted you to remember exactly how dangerous it was to sit in anything he called a “seat.”

katsuki’s mouth was devouring you like this had been the plan all along. and, god, it probably had been. he was nothing if not meticulous when it came to fucking with you, especially when it involved your thighs on his face and your moans in his ears.

your nails dug into his scalp as his tongue licked a stripe up your folds, slow and hot and absolutely criminal. he didn’t give you time to catch your breath either, just latched onto your clit with a low grunt, sucking until your knees nearly gave out.

“shit—katsuki, i’m gonna—”

he growled, like good, and gripped your ass tighter, anchoring you against him. “then fuckin’ do it. cum on my face."

your brain short-circuited. he was groaning like he was starving, and you were trembling above him like you were about to break.

and when he slid two fingers inside you—without warning, curling them just right, you did.

your orgasm hit like a damn truck, hips jolting, thighs trembling around his head as you gasped his name so hard it cracked. katsuki didn’t let up, tongue lapping through your release while his fingers pumped you through every wave.

only when your legs started to give out completely did he finally ease up. just enough to look at you with his lips slick and his grin absolutely feral.

you collapsed onto his chest the second he sat up, totally spent, heart still pounding.

“best fuckin' holiday, huh?” he murmured, kissing your temple.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ ahhh pls pretend its still april 1 lmao, finally done with school and hopefully i get to write more!! hope you guys enjoyed💗💗

[sweetshizunscans]

will aoao waiting to be eaten update? I'm just curious, this is not a demand or anything!!!

hello ! thank u for reaching out to answer that question, we're deciding to dropped all the series we're working since the scan group is in indefinite hiatus. However, the leader wont let go of that series since she loved that sm (but she decided to have a very long hiatus for the meantime) but we're not stopping any scans on picking that up or someone who wants to continue that series or any series we're working. So if any of u guys wants to continue that feel free to do so.

[jobean12-blog]

Cookie Crumbles

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: You and Bucky are neighbors and you’ve been subtly flirting for weeks so when his Birthday comes around you make him his favorite treat.

Author’s Note: This was inspired by a lovely little ask my dear friend @lizette50 and because I love these gifs and Bucky and it’s his birthday! Yay! Thanks a bunch sweets and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: cookies and fluff and sweetness🥰

Knock, knock.

“Shit.”

“Bucky? You there?”

“Shit, shit. Fuck.”

“I can hear you.”

“One sec doll.”

He puts down his food and sighs, assessing the damage.

“Fuck.”

The moment he opens the door he forgets the sauce on his shirt, the sight of you stealing all coherent thoughts from his brain.

“You…ok?” you ask as your eyes fall to the red stains on his crisp white shirt and metal arm. “Did you and Alpine get in a fight?”

He laughs. “Nah doll. Just made a mess eatin’ dinner. Come on in.”

He moves aside and holds his door open. You brush past him, and he gets hit with a whiff of the smell of your shampoo, his eyes closing involuntarily and his chest expanding with an inhale.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” you cheer, turning and throwing your arms around his neck.

For a moment he’s too shocked to move but then he circles his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, burying his face in your neck.

“Shit!” he says again.

“More shit?” you ask as you laugh into his chest.

“I probably got sauce on you now!” he explains as you slowly pull away and look down at your shirt.

“Looks like I managed to stay clean,” you giggle. “But whatever that is it looks good.”

“It is,” he responds.

You look back down at the stain on his shirt and swipe your finger through the sauce, lifting it to your lips.

“Mm, definitely yummy.”

His eyes fall to your lips and track the movement of your tongue when you lick them clean.

“Want some?” he says, his voice hoarse.

“After I clean you up.”

You grab his metal hand and bring him to the sink, carefully sliding it under the water until most of the sauce washes off.

“I think there’s still some in between the pieces,” you muse as you turn his wrist back and forth.

“I can get that out,” he says with a smile.

You watch as he steps back and removes his shirt, then with a few smooth movements detaches his arm from his shoulder. When he opens the dishwasher you can’t stop your giggle.

“Really?” you ask.

“Yup. Works great!”

“But we can’t put your shirt in there…”

You tap your chin and then call him back to the sink. Using the cold water, you run the back of the stained section under the water then use the dish soap to gently massage the spot.

“If it’s still not out after we do this a couple of times we can try some white vinegar. Then you can wash it.”

“Thanks doll face.”

“No problem!”

He waits patiently as you work out the stain and when you’re satisfied you hand him back his shirt.

“Wow, not bad!” he says.

You preen with a lift of your chin and a smile and then grab his food, being sure to lean over the counter so when you take a bite the sauce drips onto the foil.

“Mm,” you say through a mouthful. “Worth the stain.”

“You can have the rest,” he says.

“Nah, just wanted a taste.”

You look up and find him staring at your mouth.

“What?”

He steps closer, tentatively lifting his hand and brushing the pad of his thumb along the corner of your mouth.

“Sauce,” he explains before licking it off his finger.

You swallow hard and give him a breathy thanks. The silence stretches between you and the tension builds until finally you blurt out, “I made cookies…for your birthday.”

“Cookies?” he repeats as if the word is alien.

“Yeah. That’s why I came over. To tell you I made cookies.”

“I love cookies.”

“I know you do.”

“Can I have one?” he asks. “Or five.”

“You can have as many as you want. Come on, I just took them out of the oven before I came by.”

“Hang on doll, just lemme get my arm.”

He opens the door to the dishwasher and slides out the rack, grabbing his metal arm. With ease he pops it back onto his shoulder and does a quick set of movements to make sure it’s comfortable.

When he meets you by the door you grab his metal wrist and search the spot where the sauce spilled.

“Really does work,” you say with a smile.

“Every time,” he answers with a wink.

Sliding your fingers down toward his hand you close them around his and tug him out the door and across the hall.

As soon as you get into your apartment you’re enveloped in the smell of buttery sweetness and melted chocolate.

Bucky lets out a wanton moan. “Man, it smells good in here.”

Once you’re in the small kitchen you hand him a napkin and a cookie, watching as he bites off half of it.

He closes his eyes and pops the other half in.

“More please.”

You slide the plate over. “Have as many as you want Buck. They’re for you.”

He grabs another and eats it, the crumbs falling and sprinkling all over his white tank top. Your eyes fall to his chest, and he follows your gaze.

“Oh man. I’m such a…”

“You’re fine,” you tell him. “Cookies make crumbs.”

You gently slide your hand over his chest and brush the crumbs off and onto the counter.

“And they don’t stain,” you say with a chuckle.

“Not unless it’s melty chocolate chips.”

You agree with a nod and bite into a cookie.

“See now you have some melted chocolate on your chin,” he points out.

“Oh.”

You reach up to wipe it clean, but he beats you to it, his thumb lingering on the spot as his eyes wander over your face.

“Thanks for making me cookies doll.”

“Of course,” you whisper, leaning into his touch.

He doesn’t remove his thumb from the corner of your mouth and leans in closer. His free hand cups the other side of your face and his eyes fall to your lips.

You stop breathing when his mouth finds yours, tender and hungry all at once. The kiss is worshipful but clearly restraining an appetite like you’ve never experienced.

As soon as his lips connect with yours, your fingers curl into his tank top, and his metal hand leaves your face to slide slowly down your back and flatten the front of your body against his.

He moans like he’s never tasted anything so good in all his life and he needs more to survive. He comes up for a brief gasp of air, searching your face for any sign of apprehension and when he sees only the same desire reflected in your eyes, he dives back in.

Bucky’s phone goes off, jolting you both out of the moment. He breaks the kiss, his breathing harsh and he stares at your mouth for a few long moments before reaching into his pocket.

“Sam,” Bucky says with a growl into the phone.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Sam sings from the other side. “How’s it goin’?”

Bucky smiles at you, tightening his hold at your back and keeping you tucked close.

“Thanks. Best birthday ever and I’m gonna have to call you back later.”

Before Sam gets the chance to say goodbye, Bucky hangs up, his phone falling to the counter as his lips find yours again.

[bunny-jpeg]

vegetable patch

hybrid!simon 'ghost' riley

cw: hybrid!au, pwp/smut, breeding, guard dog!simon, bunny!reader, dub-con, outdoor sex

a word from bunny: happy easter! if you like the fic, suggest your own! if you really like the fic, leave a comment! reblogs are always appreciated!

part. 2

what you knew about price's farm was that it had the most lovely heads of lettuce you've ever seen. you also knew that he had two guard dogs who made sure bunnies like you didn't get into the vegetable patch.

but what the farmer grew was much nicer than whatever you could find in the forest. so it was worth it to slip through the fence to get to the bounty of vegetables.

farmer price had two guard dog hybrids. john, also known as soap. and simon, also known as ghost. while john had a louder bark, simon was the one to watch out for.

you had slipped through the fence and kept an eye out for the dogs. with careful steps you did you best to not make footprints in the dirt. you kept your ears low to your head to keep you from being spotted.

"bunny." you heard, a low rumbled of a voice. you looked over and saw the blond. his arms across his chest and his dark eyes gazing down at you.

you swallowed, "hello." you tried to take a step away from him. but ended up face first in the dirt as you tripped over a head of lettuce. you whimpered.

he chuckled, "i can't have you be eatin' that. it's not yours."

you looked up at him, your ears low as you frowned, "you can at least share." but made a sharp noise when simon invaded your space.

he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, "it'll cost ya." he said in a low voice.

the guard dog had the luxury of clothes, while you were naked. you tried to squirm out of his grasp but you felt his erection up against your ass. he grunted when you accidentally rubbed yourself up against him.

"stay still, bunny." he said as he pushed your further into the dirt, "be good, or i'll have your throat between my teeth."

you whimpered as he got himself undressed. your ears laid flat against your hear out of fear as you felt him push his cock into you. he had you pinned to the dirt as he started to rut against you.

his cock felt huge and like it took up the entirety of your pussy. you moaned and whimpered, your tail twitched as you felt him move his heavy cock in and out of you.

"good little bunny." he growled as he continued to thrust.

you had no defense mechanism, you were a bunny! you felt his heavy balls slap against your ass as he moved. you tried to grip onto him but he kept you under his larger body.

"sweet little bunny." he purred, "perfect for me." his cock throbbed inside of you as you pushed back against him to meet his thrusts.

your head felt like a blur as he fucked you. your back arched as you felt the pleasure in your body from his heavy thrusts. your face was pressed into the soil as he feverishly moved against you.

his cock felt like it was up in your womb, hitting the edge of it. you panted and whimpered like a good bunny and let the dog hybrid pump you full of hot seed.

your pussy clenched around his length and you squirmed a little underneath him. he grumbled something that you didn't pick up but knew it didn't sound good. so you laid there limp to let him do what he wanted.

he gave you a little bit of praise for being such a good girl for him, such a sweet wholesome bunny to let him use your pussy like that. maybe that would teach you not to be sniffing around vegetable patches again.

"ah, please!" you whimpered

"i love the sound of your struggle, bunny." he let go of one of your wrists and tugged on your ears for a moment.

he pulled them back like reigns on a sled and used it as leverage to thrust deeper into of you. you whined and moaned from the feeling as he pushed as deep as he could get inside of you.

it felt like his cock was in your stomach.

it wasn't long before simon's pace started to stutter, you whined into the dirt and arched your back further. you felt sore but yearned for his cock. with another hard thrust, he shoved his cock as far as it would go and finished inside of you.

your mind went blank afterwards.

but soon your heard, "simon what in the hell" farmer price sighed as he saw you in a heap in the soil with your ass up and your little cottontail in the air.

simon looked almost proud of himself as he licked your cum-filled pussy. his hands on the back of your thighs. he then looked to his owner as his tail wagged.

the farmer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "i guess we're keepin' a bunny then." then got off the porch to see the damage the hybrid had done.

you moaned a little when simon got ready to fuck you once more. your little tail wiggled at the anticipation. you moaned when he slid his cock in once more.

price grumbled to himself, "jesus christ, simon. at least get the girl inside the house!"

-

months later you'd find yourself curled up with the guard dog in front of the television on the floor. your belly had filled out with pups, something that left simon quite protective of you. you lived a lavish life for a bunny who was out in the woods.

But now you were inside the house, and you got all the lettuce you wanted. <3

part. 2

[rafesbimbo]

ᴄʀʏʙᴀʙʏ ꜰᴛ. ʀᴀꜰᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ

Warnings: 18+, 2.2k words, porn with plot, LOTS of tears, choking, dacryphilia, degradation, praise, overstimulation, make-up sex, (toxic??), pet names used, possessive!rafe, doggy style, hair pulling, reader is def sensitive !!!, unprotected sex, creampie

Pairing: Mean!bf!Rafe Cameron x Crybaby!Reader

You looked too pretty tonight.

Too fucking pretty for your own good.

Rafe hadn't stopped watching you since you stepped out of the bathroom of your shared hotel room earlier, wearing that soft little dress — dark blue, strappy, hugging every curve. You’d even worn those little heels he liked, the ones that made you sway when you walked.

Now, standing beside you at the wedding reception, Rafe’s hand rested heavy on your waist. His thumb was sliding slow circles over your side, possessive, hidden from everyone else's eyes.

"You look good, baby," he said low against your ear.

"Real good."

You smiled up at him, sweet and soft, cheeks warm.

But Rafe's eyes were colder than his voice. He saw the way other people — other men — kept sneaking glances at you across the ballroom. The way the waiters lingered a second too long at your table when they refilled your champagne glass. The way your pretty laugh carried when you talked to anyone that wasn’t him.

And it was getting under his skin. Fast.

"Rafe," you said, laughing when he squeezed your waist a little too tight, "relax."

"Can't." His voice was clipped. "You don't see the way they’re lookin' at you."

You gave him a look — gentle, patient. "Nobody’s looking at me like that, honey. You’re just bein’—"

"Don’t tell me I'm being crazy," he snapped, a little too loud, a little too sharp.

Your smile faltered.

A few people turned their heads.

You pressed your hand to his chest, trying to soothe him, your eyes pleading.

"Please," you whispered. "Not here. Let's just have a good time, okay?"

Rafe forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

He kept his arm around you the rest of the night, grip firm, jaw clenched, like he was daring anyone else to even look at you.

2 Hours Later

The drive back to the hotel was suffocating.

Rafe’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel. His jaw was locked tight.

You sat curled against the passenger door, arms folded, trying to make yourself small. The pretty dress you wore felt too tight now. The silence buzzed between you, thick and ugly.

Finally, you tried to break it.

"Baby—"

"Don’t."

His voice was sharp, slicing through the space like a knife.

You swallowed hard. Turned to look out the window instead. The streetlights smeared gold across your blurred vision.

Rafe let out a humorless laugh, bitter and cold.

"Bet you liked it, huh?" he muttered. "Them looking at you. Bet it made you feel real special."

You turned sharply toward him, heart cracking. "That's not fair!"

"Not fair?" he sneered. "Sweetheart, you were fuckin’ eatin' it up. Laughin' with every guy that came near you. Flirtin' like you didn’t have a man right there next to you."

"I wasn’t flirting!" you protested, voice breaking. "I was just being nice!"

"Yeah? Maybe you’re just a dumb little slut who doesn’t know the difference."

The words hit you like a slap.

Silence.

Crushing, awful silence.

You curled in on yourself, biting your lip so hard you tasted blood.

Tears blurred your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Not yet. Not in front of him.

Rafe gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles straining.

He heard your sharp, shuddering breaths.

He knew he went too far.

But he was so fucking mad he couldn’t stop himself.

"You got no clue what you do to me," he muttered. "Walkin' around lookin’ like that. Actin' like you’re free."

You flinched.

"I’m not free," you whispered. "I’m yours."

Rafe’s hands flexed on the wheel.

The hotel came into view, glowing against the dark.

"You sure about that, sweetheart?" he said, voice low, dangerous. "You sure you’re mine?"

You didn’t answer.

You couldn’t.

The lump in your throat was too thick to speak around.

And Rafe didn’t say another word as he pulled into the parking lot, yanked the key from the ignition, and stormed around to your side of the car.

You sat frozen until he ripped the door open.

"Get out," he ordered.

You stumbled out on shaky legs, trying not to cry.

He grabbed your hand — rough, unforgiving — and dragged you behind him into the hotel.

Rafe slammed the hotel room door shut behind you, the sharp click of the lock echoing in the silence.

You stood there trembling, your little clutch purse slipping from your hands onto the floor.

Rafe just stared at you.

Breathing hard.

Eyes dark.

Jaw ticking.

You didn’t know whether he was going to yell or walk out.

Both would have gutted you.

"You’re mine," he said finally, voice low and wrecked.

You nodded shakily, tears pooling in your eyes. "I know, Rafe."

He stalked forward, chest heaving, grabbing your chin rough between his fingers. Tilting your head back to make you look up at him.

"You don’t act like it," he hissed. "You act like some little whore that don’t know who she belongs to."

The first tear slipped down your cheek.

You gasped, trying to pull away, but he didn’t let you go.

"Aw," he sneered, even as his voice broke. "Cry me a fucking river, sweetheart."

Another tear fell. Then another.

You whimpered, chest heaving with the effort not to sob.

You didn’t even recognize yourself — standing there in your pretty dress, makeup smudged, heart breaking right open in your chest.

And maybe that’s what finally snapped something inside Rafe.

Because suddenly he was cursing under his breath, yanking you against his chest, hands fisting in the back of your dress like he could tear it right off you.

"Fuck," he muttered harshly, burying his face in your neck. "Fuck, baby, I'm sorry."

You hiccupped a breath, body trembling.

"I didn’t mean that shit," Rafe whispered fiercely, kissing up your jaw, your temple, frantic. "Didn’t mean a fuckin’ word."

"I-I hate when you’re mean," you sobbed, fists weakly pushing at his chest.

"I know, baby, I know," he groaned, squeezing you tighter. "I’m a fuckin’ asshole. But you—you make me lose my goddamn mind."

He dragged the zipper of your dress down with shaking hands, yanking the straps down your arms, baring you to the cool hotel air.

"You’re so pretty, sweetheart," he whispered against your skin. "So fuckin' sweet. Don't wanna hurt you. Just wanna make you feel good."

You whimpered when he pushed you gently onto the bed, flipping you over onto your stomach.

The mattress dipped under his weight as he climbed behind you, big hands shoving your dress up around your waist.

"Need you," he rasped. "Need to feel you cryin' on my cock, sweetheart. Need to hear you tell me you're mine." You heard the sound of a belt buckle coming undone.

You nodded frantically, tears still spilling down your cheeks.

"I’m yours," you cried. "Always yours, Rafe."

He groaned like the words physically hurt him.

"You’re my good girl," he praised, lining himself up at your soaked entrance. "My sweet little crybaby."

Then he pushed in — one hard, brutal stroke — splitting you open so deep and rough you choked on a sob.

"That’s it," Rafe growled, snapping his hips into yours, relentless. "Cry for me, baby. Let me fuck it all outta you."

Your fingers scrabbled at the hotel sheets, bunching the crisp white fabric in your fists.

Every brutal snap of Rafe’s hips drove you forward, the bedframe creaking under the force.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, dragging one hand down your back, nails scraping lightly. "You're so fuckin' tight. So good for me."

You sobbed into the mattress, overwhelmed — by the stretch, by the heat, by the way his cock hit that perfect spot inside you over and over and over.

"Fuck. I love hearin' you cry for me," Rafe muttered, voice raw with need.

He grabbed your hair, not too hard but firm, pulling your head up so you weren’t hiding your pretty tears from him anymore.

"Wanna see you," he panted, rutting into you harder.

"Wanna see my sweet little slut fall apart."

You whimpered helplessly, tears streaking down your cheeks.

"Fuck—baby, I'm sorry," Rafe groaned, pressing kisses to the back of your neck even as he kept fucking you rough. "Shouldn't have said that shit. Should’ve been tellin' you how perfect you are."

You clenched around him, making him curse under his breath.

"You forgive me, sweetheart?" he rasped, voice breaking, hips slamming into you without mercy.

"Y-yes, Rafe, yes!" you cried out, the words high and broken.

"Good girl," he praised, biting down gently on your shoulder. "My good fuckin' girl."

You felt so small under him — crushed by the weight of his body, the heat of his love, the intensity of his need.

Your thighs shook violently, the pressure building unbearable.

"Can't," you sobbed, hips jerking. "Rafe—gonna—"

"You can, baby," he coaxed, fingers slipping down to rub quick messy circles over your clit. "Be my good girl and cum for me."

Your whole body locked up, toes curling, vision whiting out as you came hard around him, your wails muffled against the sheets.

Rafe groaned loud, thrusting deep, deeper, chasing his own release.

"That's it," he hissed. "Fuckin’ love you, my crybaby."

"My perfect little slut."

With a strangled growl, he buried himself inside you to the hilt, spilling hot and heavy, grinding his hips against yours as he rode out every wave.

He collapsed over you, not pulling out yet, panting against your skin, arms wrapped tight around your waist like he could keep you from slipping away.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again, over and over between desperate kisses to your shoulder blades. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, baby. Never wanna hurt you. Only wanna love you."

Rafe didn’t pull out.

He stayed buried deep inside you, both of you shuddering from aftershocks, breathing hard.

His arms wrapped around your waist tighter, chest pressing against your back.

You could feel his heart hammering, feel how hard he was trying not to lose it.

"You're mine," he murmured against your ear, softer now. Reverent. "My sweet girl. My only girl."

You hiccupped a tiny sob, the last of your tears spilling.

Not from hurt this time.

From love.

He kissed your temple, your damp cheeks, your hair, whispering little apologies between every kiss.

"Didn't mean to scare you," he breathed. "Didn’t mean to say all that ugly shit. You’re too good for me, sweetheart. Too good for this world."

You turned your head just enough to look at him, your pretty lips trembling.

"I love you, Rafe," you whispered.

His whole face crumpled.

"I love you more, baby," he said hoarsely, brushing your hair back from your face. "So fuckin’ much it makes me crazy."

Slowly, carefully, he eased out of you.

You whimpered at the loss, at the sticky mess between your thighs, at the emptiness.

Rafe caught the sound instantly, shushing you gently, pressing his palm between your shoulder blades to keep you flat against the bed.

"Stay there, baby," he said, voice full of warmth. "Lemme take care of you."

You nodded weakly, too floaty to argue.

You listened to him move around the room — wetting a warm cloth, muttering curses under his breath when he couldn’t find what he needed fast enough — and then he was back.

Rafe cleaned you up so tenderly it made more tears slip free.

He kissed every spot he touched.

Murmured praises nonstop.

"Such a good girl," he whispered. "So fuckin' beautiful, even when you're a mess."

You whimpered when he wiped between your thighs, the cloth soothing against your sensitive skin.

"Did so good for me, sweetheart," he praised, kissing the curve of your ass, your lower back. "Took it all like my perfect, sweet girl."

Once you were clean, he grabbed one of his big T-shirts from his suitcase and slipped it over your head.

It swallowed you whole.

You looked so tiny in it it made his chest ache.

Then he climbed into bed, dragging you into his arms, tucking you tight against his chest like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you.

You nestled into him, breathing in his warm, familiar scent — soap, sweat, cologne — and finally, finally relaxed.

"Don’t wanna ever fight with you again," you mumbled sleepily.

Rafe's arms tightened around you.

"Me neither, baby," he murmured into your hair. "Next time I'm mad, you just sit on my lap and remind me who the fuck you belong to, yeah?"

You giggled softly against his chest.

Rafe grinned, tilting your chin up so he could kiss you slow, deep, and sweet.

"My girl," he whispered. "Always my girl."

And you fell asleep right there — wrapped up in him, heart full, body sore, soul safe.

[theblacklewinsky]

Note: Hey y'all! I hope y'all enjoy, the next one might be submissive Terry idkidk 🫣 kinda hate this one.

Perfect Gentleman. | Aaron Pierre.

Gentle!Terry Richmond x Black!Female Reader

Warnings: MNDI!! this story is 18+ with depictions but not limited to; sexual content ( penetrat!on, oral s3x ( m receiving), extreme language (cursing, sexual references) established relationship, slight daddy kink if you squint. Not proofread!

Summary: terry's been the perfect gentleman, maybe a little too gentle.

swear you can have me, you really one-of-one.

how you so nasty? you really one-of-one.

You eagerly scratched the itch away in your bitten up ankles. The mosquitoes out here in the Black Bayou had torn your exposed ankles up—and this was why camping wasn't your thing. You'd never complain though, any excuse to be with Terry was a good one.

"I told you to wear long socks," he chuckled looking back you and at how you'd scratched the skin on your ankles red, "all that gardenin' you do and you out here with no socks on," he softly lectured as you watched him pitch the tent, at his demand. He was such a gentleman.

You'd been dating Terry for over four months, you've both went on a plethora of dates, had the steamy first kiss, and even spent a night at each others apartment, but you still hadn't fucked yet. Was it you? You knew you had an Oscar worthy performance of your coy-innocent act that Terry ate up all of the time, but you weren't a prude. You couldn't count how many times you'd hinted, and seduced only to be met with more gentleness.

And you loved how patient, protective, and gentle he was with you. He was everything you'd practically asked for when you started dating. A nice man, a sweet man—and you got it, a full blown golden retriever boyfriend. He had so many amazing qualities, he was always on time arriving fifteen minutes early. Something he said was one of the most useful things he learned from his time in the Marine Corps. He was a full blown de-escalator, he never wanted to argue with you, always communicating as calmly as he could before coming to an understanding with you. He was gentle. But maybe he was too gentle? You wanted Terry in the worst ways. It didn't help that he stayed in good shape, gym four times a week, and his infinite morning runs kept him in tip-top shape.

You pouted, squinting your eyes as you looked at Terry from underneath the brim of the Nike bucket hat you'd retrieved from him. Although he was pitching the tent and the sun was currently beating down on him, he decided that, you, sitting in the shade doing nothing, needed the hat more. Such a man.

"You said come comfortable, and I garden in my crocs—that's what I came in!" You defended your reasoning for not wearing the socks that he did tell you to pack last night over a quick FaceTime call, but he did say come comfortable in the same sentence. "These mosquitos are relentless, baby, look at my ankles!" You frowned looking at how red and irritated the skin has gotten there even on your deep brown skin.

Of course Terry stopped his meddling with the tent and came over to assess your so badly injured ankles. He tsk'd softly his big hands cradling both of your ankles gently. Now push them behind my head! you eagerly thought feeling him touch you at all always sent shocks and shivers through your body.

"They eatin' my baby up," he somberly acknowledged rubbing his thumbs where the bites were firmly, "you put bug spray on like I told you?"

You nodded. "Yeah, just go and finish the tent," you dramatically sighed waiting to eagerly scratch at the bites, "I'll just be sitting over here, itchy, getting ate up." At least something was eating you up.

He brought your left ankle up to his lips casually, placing a soft kiss there before setting the both of them back down carefully. You almost moaned, it had been way too long. "stop scratchin' at em, you makin' em worse."

You looked at him, batting your eyelashes at him a dazed nod following right behind. He was so gorgeous, and it didn't help that he was so sweet and treated you like the absolute brat you were. He continued on with his quick work with the tent and you continued on with your sneaky scratching. After it was perfectly pitched, he got you inside as soon as it was done to rub a bit of alcohol on your itchy ankles and making you put on a pair of his socks that were way too big for you.

You frowned looking down at your legs later that night as you both set around the campfire, that you had gotten started. You hadn't forgotten all the survival tips your father had shown you. Terry focused on cooking the fish he and you caught earlier from the pier. He'd cleaned it and dissembled it himself. "These are puttin' a damper on my outfit, so not cute."

Terry chuckled, quickly flipping the searing fish over in the pan. Your eyes flickered over to him. "What?"

"You so country," he commented through a light chuckle, "damper?"

"That's not country!" You defended through a smile. "Everybody says damper!"

"Nobody says damper,"

"Does too!"

"Why you gotta be such a brat? Why you act like that?" He teased playfully, holding his hand out to you only to pull you up from your chair and into his lap. "Hm?" He hummed nuzzling his faced into your neck where he playfully nipped at the skin on your neck, knowing the ticklish effect it had on you.

You laughed hunching your shoulder up to push him away from the area, "stop!" The assault lasted a few more minutes before he reluctantly stopped, only when he seen the tears from your nonstop laughter, and how you cradled your aching stomach when you laughed.

"Brat," he mumbled in between persisting kisses to your lips. You happily returned each one, who were you to deny the brat allegations. They were very true. "Always gotta have yo way."

"You love how bratty I am," you retorted, trailing your own lingering kisses from his lips, to his jaw, to his neck.

"I do," he mumbled out an agreement making you laugh against his neck before continuing on, and you thought maybe, as his hands kneaded the back of your thighs and the undersides of your ass. But all that came undone when he urgently removed you from his lap in light hysterics about almost burning the fish.

The fish.

How could he even think about fish when he had your throbbing pussy in his lap, was he really blind to all this shit? Or was he just not sexually attracted to you? Or was he fucking celibate? The questions brought on a lingering insecurity. The rest of the night you were more distant, quiet, the situation left you a little embarrassed and salty. You'd never had a man be so indifferent to your advances. Or did he even see them as advances? Hell, you didn't know anymore.

Your distance and quiet demeanor didn't go unnoticed either Terry, who constantly made it his mission to see if you were okay and enjoying yourself. You answered the same all the time, yes, which did very little to comfort him—but he also didn't wanna push you into irritation.

"You sure you good, baby?" He asked later that night as you both settled into the cozy tent. You made sure to nestle yourself into your cute, pinky, sleeping bag. It was so you.

"Yeah." You simply answered with a nod, forcing the weak smile. Such a liar. But you weren't gonna admit that the situation left you feeling a little salty. You didn't wanna bring the situation up at all, you'd much rather forget it.

"You sure? You not actin' like yourself, baby. You want me to take you home?" There he went. Being so him. Always being so caring.

"No, I'm fine. It's nothing really, im just..itchy still." You seamlessly lied. Or maybe not. You were still itchy.

Terry decided not to press the issue instead making sure he got as close as possible to you, something he always did when you slept together, he loved being right up under you—you didn't contest to it. Ever. You both gave your good nights, and Terry made sure to turn off the LED lantern lamp you both had in the tent. A soft and easy silence falling over the both of you. Terry's soft breathing, body heat, chirping crickets and the pitch black were enough to lull you to sleep. And they almost did, but damn, you were still itchy.

You brought your knees to your chest, hastily scratching at your extremely itchy ankles, a heavy, draws out sigh from the temporary but almost euphoric relief skipped past your lips.

"Stop scratchin'." Terry's deep voice but through the silence, the raspiness on the edge of his voice attributed to the sleep that had took him in quick. The words halted your actions quickly as you tried to quietly morph into a comfortable position.

"I'm not," you spoke quietly.

"But you were."

His damn hearing. He heard everything.

"Well I wouldn't have been if I was doing something else." Your tone snappy but the suggestiveness fore fronted the sassiness.

"Somethin' else like what?" Terry questioned.

You huffed immediately, sitting up abruptly from your sleeping bag and flickering the lantern on. "Are you really that clueless?" You exclaimed almost, looking at his ever so lost expression. "Terry, are not you sexually attracted to me?"

Terry looked at you as if you'd grown two heads. Like he couldn't understand why you'd ask him such a question, like you didn't know he was a full blown raging man. "Why would you even ask me that, of course im sexually attracted to you, baby."

"You don't act like it," you quietly murmured, "it's like every time I try, you pull back. What is it? I really thought I was obvious enough with everything."

And you were. Terry wasn't ignorant to your advances. But he also wasn't ignorant to your past relationships and the men that you dealt with. Full blown sex addicts a few of them seemed to be, and some of them seemed unable to form a real bond with you without sex. He wanted to prove to you that he actually liked you, that he wanted to get to know you past sex. That he wanted this to last. It'd taken copious amounts of restraint for him to slyly deter away from the advances. Copious amounts.

He wasn't exactly sure how he made it to four months himself, without caving in. Maybe it was his serious he'd gotten about your relationship, maybe it was genuine like for you that made it somewhat easy. He was still a man though, taking care of himself when he was finally away from you.

He said your name slowly, sitting up himself, "im utterly, completely, and deeply sexually attracted to you. But I wanna show you that when it comes to keeping this together, sex is indifferent to me. I don't want you to think we need that shit to connect. I genuinely like you, alot."

"I like you too, but I already knew that Terry," he softly laughed, the weight of the insecurities dropping off your shoulders. You couldn't believe that once again, all this time, the lack of sex was catered to his feelings about you. You were gonna fuck this man so good. So good. "I knew that at the end of the first date when you didn't try to kiss me when you dropped me off." You giggled at the recanting of the memory.

"I wanted you to feel it though."

"And I do feel it," you slinked even closer to him, hand trailing up his thigh, "I feel it so much." You looked up at him, batting your long lashes.

Terry sat there slack mouthed, brows furrowed, his stormy eyes looking down at you with bursting pleasure and astonishment as he watched you suck him down. How the fuck did you get so good at this shit? You'd completely covered his shaft in your saliva, you were loud and sloppy. Just how he liked it. Throat so tight around him, every time you nuzzled him in. You were dazed yourself, tasting him, having him in the back of your throat where you craved him so many times before. You were savoring all of this.

Your hands wrapped themselves around his girthy length, stroking them at a brisk pace, your wet mouth guiding them in their dizzying up and down movements. His grunts and groans of approval only furthered you to please him more. You looked up at him, eyes watery, and soft as you took him down, spit bubbles formed around him, as you nuzzled him in deeper into your mouth. Removing a spit soaked hand, you nuzzled that into your soaked panties, pleasing him, pleased you.

"Sss-shitttt," he drug out through a groan, his strong hand grasping the back of your neck, as he bucked himself up into your mouth, relentlessly fucking your throat. You shut your watery, burning eyes letting him use you how he wanted. "Fuck, eat that dick up baby. You do that shit so good," he slurred through his persisting moans.

That only furthered your arousal, which furthered your efforts. The rough gags and choking from you was almost enough to send him over the edge. Almost. You finally pulled back, giving him a chance to recover and giving yourself a chance to catch your ailing breathing.

You stroke him off, spitting down on his shaft in your hands, eagerly stroking the lubrication in, leaning your head down to suck one of his balls into your mouth; gently. You knew too much. How did you know so much?

"Why you so nasty?" He mumbled grabbing your chin once you were done tending to his balls. "Hm?" He hummed before pressing your wet lips to his own. His kiss rushed, sloppy, and deep. His tongue searched every inch of your mouth, his lips sucking your own into his mouth.

Oh he was nasty like that?

"Move," he knocked your hands away from his still hardened dick, "take that shit off." He comments taking heed to the articles of clothing you still had on, his own hands slithering under the oversized shirt you'd put on for bed.

"But I wanted to make you cum—" you started, wiping your wet mouth with the back of your hand once he eagerly pulled your t-shirt off, nipples immediately pebbling due to the exposure of the cool night air in the tent. You didn't get to finish your sentence before Terry's lips were already latched onto the flesh on your neck, creating red blemishes as he cascaded down your body skillfully.

"You bout to," he mumbled attaching his lips to yours once again, "open up," he tapped your jaw firmly, "lemme see." The firm taps to your jaw ignited the fire and aching need in your belly, a moan slipped past your lips as you opened like he asked.

You watched, dazed, as he spat down into your mouth. Oh, he was nasty.

It was like yin and yang to you. This couldn't be your Terry. Not the Terry that bought you flowers every Sunday and never let you lift a finger Terry. This was a different Terry, nasty Terry. Impatient Terry. Demanding Terry. Just what you wanted.

"Oh my god-uhhhh!" You slurred out through a moan. Terry's vice grip on your locs matched the same vice grip you currently had him in right now. He had you positioned on all fours, one hand on your hip to steady his hard, dizzying strokes. He was fucking you hard, too hard. Too good. Your thighs trembled beneath you, knees threatening to buckle as he slammed into your heated core repeatedly. It's like he knew exactly where that spot was located. "Right there, daddy! Right fucking there," you whimpered, face pressed pathetically on the pallet beneath you.

"I know, i feel that shit," he groaned, sending another hard smack to your ass cheek, the recoil from his pelvis constantly slamming into your ass had him in a complete daze. Four months he kept himself from this, restrained himself from what he knew had to be good. But he didn't expect it feel like this. "Wettin' me right the fuck up—mm mm, keep that shit right there, you better not fuckin' lay down, keep that shit open just like that." He mumbled out into the tent, taking into head your trembling legs. The lewd sounds of your sopping wet pussy, followed by the loud slapping of your skin together filled your tent and your empty head.

"Fuckkkk," you groaned out, managing to sit up in your elbows, acrylics clawing at the covers beneath you, your eyes crossed as you felt his tip kissing a little too deep, "so deep, baby."

"Mhm," he hummed pulling your head back with his tight grip on your hair, his lust filled glare looking right down into your own crossed eyes, "right where i should be. Look at you, takin' this dick like a good girl. This what you wanted right?"

"Yesssss," you managed to fully get out, a series of breath taking moans following. He was giving you exactly what you wanted; hard, rough shit. He was fucking you like he hated you, like he had a point to prove. This shit was only making you delusional did he not understand the type of you he would get now?

"Yeah? Wanted daddy to dig yo' shit out just like this, huh?" He nodded watching you nod in response, your breaths coming out in a series of heavy puffs. "I know you did, can tell by the way you creamin' on my dick."

"Shittt!" You gasped out the exploitive, planting your hands flat against the ground, mustering yo whatever weak energy you had to fuck yourself back against him, working toward your own impending orgasm. "I'm finna cum!" You rushed out.

Terry pulled you back toward his chest, your small frame engulfed in his as you sat promptly in his lap getting impaled in the most delicious way possible. You felt lightheaded, high, and perfect all at once. "Babyyyy, im cummin'!" You whined out.

"Keep tellin' me, do that shit. Lemme feel you cum on my dick," he grunted, the lewd works making you clench around him as they clearly sent you tumbling over the edge. Terry mocking your long, loud and drawn out moans with his own. His lips attacking wherever they could on your exposed neck. His impaling strokes never stopped, even when it was clear you'd completely rode it out. He kept fucking you, sending you into a deep place of overstimulation. When was he ever planning to cum?

"Look at you," he mumbled a smug smirk on his lips, hand firmly holding your slacked jaw in his hand, "dick got you dumb—breathe through that shit, baby." He tapped your jaw, repeatedly. The sight of you alone, plus the constant contracting of your walls around him had earned you a deliciously sounding groan. You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until he spoke up.

Everything was too much. It was too much to focus on. The pleasure, his voice, his kisses. Forgetting to breathe in the middle of your overstimulation was warranted.

Your breaths cane tumbling back to you fast, hard and quick you panted. Body trembling in Terrys grasp, as dared to lean forward feeling another orgasm approaching, but this one felt harder. Body-shattering. It hurt and felt so good at the same time.

"Fuck, ima nut baby," Terry grunted in your ear. "Pussy so good, why yo shit so good like this?" Finally.

"Cum in my pussy, please daddy," was the first and only thing you could get out, not even warning him about your oncoming orgasm. This one cramped everything, the tightness in your stomach didn't subside but seemed to get tighter. Your thighs were numb, but your legs ached. The squeal you let out left your throat raw, and that's why you didn't hear Terry when he finally announced that he was cumming, but you felt him for sure, right where you told him to.

You felt Terry's lips against your jaw, kissing you repeatedly. Telling you how well you did for him, how he couldn't believe he kept himself away from that for four months. How good it was. These were finally the words that lulled you off to a blissful sleep, you'd finally got what you wanted. There you were, fucked out In a tent, with cum leaking out of you. Such a whore. A happy whore.

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still no tag list! 😭 hope you enjoy this little filler! 💕

[andy-15-07]

Hi love. Can I ask for some old Joel smut. Maybe after they get to Jackson safe, grumpy old Joel asks for something back since he basically saved her life and now they live together. He wants to release tensiin and stress. He wants to have free use of her, get to touch her and ask for things like that whenever he wants. He is nice and loving eith her, except when it comes to that, he is pervert, likes it rough, etc.

Something lime that. Thank you

What You Owe Me

PAIRING:Joel Miller x reader

WORD COUNT: 886| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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You owed Joel Miller your life.

And he never let you forget it.

It wasn’t like he held it over your head every day,not out loud, anyway. He’d just glance at you sometimes, sharp and unreadable, the way a wolf eyes something it’s already claimed.

You still remembered that night. The scream. The clicker lunging at you in the dark. The blood splatter. And Joel standing over the body, chest heaving, bloodied crowbar in hand.

He didn’t even look at the corpse,just looked at you. “You okay?”

You’d nodded, trembling. “I owe you.”

And he’d said: “Damn right you do.”

Now you lived with him. Shared food. Shared warmth. Jackson was safer than anywhere you’d ever been,but Joel? He wasn’t safe at all.

He was brooding, gruff, territorial. He didn’t talk much. But when he looked at you, it was with heat. Hunger. Frustration.

He wanted you.

And he was tired of pretending he didn’t.

It started with a knock on your door.

It was late,after midnight. You were in bed, half asleep when the heavy knock startled you upright.

You cracked the door open.

Joel stood there in a worn shirt, boots still on, eyes shadowed. Jaw tight.

“Joel?” you asked, voice hoarse. “Is everything okay?”

“Need you to come with me.”

Your heart jumped. “What,what happened?”

He didn’t answer. Just turned and walked down the hall.

You followed, pulse thumping.

He led you into his room. Shut the door. Locked it.

Turned to face you.

"You remember what you said?” he asked. “That you owed me?”

Your stomach twisted. “Yeah.”

His voice was low. Rough. “Time to collect.”

You froze.

His gaze dropped to your body,bare legs, old shirt hanging off one shoulder. He stepped closer, tilting his head.

“I saved your life,” he said. “Put my ass on the line. Nearly got bit.”

“I know,” you breathed.

“And you been sleepin’ in my house. Eatin’ my food. My bed, when you get nightmares.”

You swallowed hard. “What do you want, Joel?”

His eyes burned.

“You.”

A pause.

“I want to be able to touch you,” he said. “Whenever I need to. Take what I want. Use you when this world gets too fuckin’ heavy.”

Your thighs clenched. You hated how much you felt that in your gut.

“And if I say no?”

He didn’t move. “You can. Always. Ain’t gonna hurt you.”

Your voice shook. “You want… free use?”

He stepped in, voice dropping to a growl. “I want that tight little body on your knees when I come home angry. I want your mouth when I wake up hard. I want you bendin’ over when I say now, no questions.”

His hand cupped your cheek,gentle, almost sweet.

“But only if you want it too, baby.”

You didn’t answer with words.

You dropped to your knees.

Joel groaned.

“Good girl.”

Your shirt was gone in seconds. Joel gripped your chin, thumb sliding along your bottom lip.

"Open."

You obeyed.

He unzipped himself, cock already hard, leaking.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “Mouth’s too fuckin’ pretty not to use.”

He shoved in slowly,groaning as your lips stretched around him, hand curling into your hair.

“Take it. All of it. C’mon, baby, let me fuck that sweet mouth.”

You moaned around him. He started to thrust, shallow at first, then deeper,grunting with every stroke.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled. “Been thinkin’ about this since you moved in. Knew that mouth’d feel like heaven.”

You gagged as he pushed deeper.

“Good girl. You let me do this when I need to, yeah?”

You nodded around him.

He pulled out suddenly, grabbing your arm and hauling you to your feet.

“Get on the bed.”

You scrambled up, chest heaving, and lay back. He yanked your panties off, pushed your knees apart, and stared.

“Fuckin’ soaked.”

His thumb slid through your folds. You whimpered.

He leaned in, voice hot against your thigh. “You like bein’ used, huh?”

You gasped. “Yes.”

“You like knowin’ you belong to me?”

You nodded frantically. “Yes, Joel,please.”

He growled. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Then he was inside you.

No teasing. No patience.

Just thick, hard cock splitting you open as he groaned into your throat.

“Shit, you’re tight.”

You cried out, nails digging into his back.

He didn’t stop. Didn’t slow.

He fucked you hard, rough, like you were a pressure valve for everything he’d ever felt and never said. His hips slapped against yours, his hand gripping your throat,not choking, just holding. Possessive.

“Gonna fill you up,” he snarled. “Gonna use this pussy whenever I fuckin’ want.”

You arched under him. “Joel,please,”

“Please what?”

“Please come inside me. Use me. I’m yours.”

He came with a low, broken growl,burying himself deep, pumping you full.

You moaned as his seed spilled into you, thick and hot, your own orgasm pulsing through your body seconds later.

He collapsed over you, breath ragged against your ear.

For a long moment, there was only silence.

Then,

“You did good,” he murmured. “Took me real well, sweetheart.”

You blinked up at him.

His face softened.

“You still okay?” he asked quietly.

You nodded. “Yeah. I… liked it.”

He smiled, small and rare. “I know.”

Then he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Sleep now,” he whispered. “You’re mine. I’ll take care of you.”

[silkliingerie]

Mark grayson headcanons ★

ᯓ. Mark grayson/invincible x gn! Reader

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Sfw+nsfw headcanons

(Small bit of female, but rest is gn! headcanons)

Reblogs and likes are appreciated ✶ ᶻz .ᐟ

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SFW ★

★ he always craves you, not even just sexually but physically, too. Just your smell, your vibe, your company. Just you.

★ hates seeing you sad, angry, etc. He thinks he might've done something to make you feel that way. So he does everything in his power to get you out of it.

★ such a cuddle bug, like my baby loves being touched and touching you.

★ this boy is soo clingy. He's always following you, holding on to your hand or sleeve.

★ loves hugs. Every time you're at a counter or a table, he always walks behind you and hugs you from behind.

★ you'd always let him babble away about his day or seance dog. Yk, nerd shit.. and he noticed how you'd genuinely listen and was interested in what he'd talk about. It made him giddy and happy.

★ Always gives you cheek kisses every time you guys hug or cuddle.

★ will always fly you anywhere you want, whether it's another city or country. Even if it's just going to the grocery store, he'll never let his princess walk.

★ very affectionate with you,he’s a man after all. He loves to show his gal how much he loves you.

★ if you guys are talking to the GOTG gang or yalls friends, just a lil hand hold or eye contact with you will have this man melting for you. He just loves you soo muchh.

★ SO MUCH PRINCESS TREATMENT WITH THIS MANN. he'll always open doors for you, breakfast in bed, and brushing your hair.

★ He likes taking showers with you, but not in a pervy way. He just likes it when you help scrub and wash his hair, and your hair too!

★ His favorite little nicknames to call you are baby, princess/prince , my love

★ always so quick to do anything for you. Want food? He already out the door. Cold? Blanket is already covering you. Need a hug? Immediately wrapping his arms around you and kissing you gently. He'll do anything for his sweet girl/boy to be satisfied.

Fem headcanons

★ always making sure you're prepared for when you're on your period, making sure you have the right medicine, pads, and snacks.

★ㅤ hates it when you get cramps, hates seeing you in pain. Always holding you in his arms, kissing your head as he cradles you.

"Sshhh.. it's okay, sweet girl."

"I know it hurts, baby.. I know.."

NSFW ★

(Mostly fem)

★ loves seeing how flustered you get by him just doing the smallest things, like when he flexes his arms or lowers his voice a little just to see your thighs clench and face blush red..

★ SHOWER SEX.

★ definitely a pleasure dom, he always puts your pleasure first before his.

★ Loves eating you out, you tasting so good to him. Your wet slick all over his face.

★ pushes your thighs back whenever he’s eatin it

★ his favorite positions are just the basics. Doggy, missionary, and... yk. 69.

★ he'll always make sure not to be too rough with you. He wants to be gentle with you.

★ always checks up on you when you guys make love, making sure you're comfortable with what he's doing.

"Tell me if it's too much okay?"

"I'll stop when you need me to baby."

★ absolutely adores your body. He loves how soft and squishy you are, especially your thighs.

★ he lovess it when you ride him in cowgirl.. holding on to your hips and thighs. Tits bouncing in his face. It's to die for.

★ HES A THIGH GUY. Don't get me wrong, he loves the rest of your body, but your thighs are his favorite.

★ he could never punish you or be rough with you.. you're his sweet girl.

★ But if he were to punish you, he'd go with edging. He loves teasing you as he edges you, seeing you being a whimpering whiney mess as you he pulls his fingers away.

"Not this time baby.. nuh uh."

"You wanna cum so bad huh? Just wanna cum for me?.."

"It's okay, pretty girl, you can take it. You're a strong girl.."

"Look at you shaking baby, you want it so fucking bad huh?"

"Fuckk you look so pretty like this."

★ tbh he's a switch, but mainly dom. (I'll have sun headcanons for him later.)

★ loves praising you, telling you how good your doing and how good you are for him.

A/N: SORRY if this is rushed babes.