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[sweeneydino]

Forgot to add these!

Napoleon has his tail till his 20s cause froglet 👍

Froggies pt.1

Napoleon Bonafrog!

Napoleon is the youngest of the Main Four frogs… and the one that gets in the most trouble.

Raised from an egg, he's a loyal and hardworking frog who strives to make his family proud even if it comes at the cost of his social life. Yet it seems moving to New York for their job has made him quite restless, and now he has a new… turtle friend?

Lord help me /j why do i do this to myself

Believe it or not, he’s not too happy of the situation they’re in, and would much rather be taking care of the horses(or yokai “horse-like creatures”?). Sure, he has a whole city to explore, but being hounded about every safety lesson under the sun just to go check out a sewer pipe gets tiring. And their job—He hates hurting people, hates lying, and definitely hates seeing his face on a wanted poster(they never get his patterns right!) Even with this, Napoleon does have quite a few questionable ideas, and its not just his food taste.

When it comes to fights, Napoleon is quite aware that he does NOT have the muscle the others frogs have, so he relies on evading and staying far away whenever he has to start battling . And after meeting mikey, hes gained the ability of using his whip like a swing.

You’ll get your outside relations later, for now return to froggies.

Napoleons relationship to Attila is a rather complex and strained one, even with his very appreciative view of him, mostly due to the expectations placed on him and the strict rules that follow. Napoleon is a pushover and quite desperate for approval because of this, and struggles alot in trying to voice his needs to him.

Doesn’t help that he pretty much sees him as his dad. His very…VERY flawed and criminal dad. Brother. Guardian…

Napoleon likes Rasputin since he’s more laxed about the rules than Attila, but if he sees him walking towards him, he usually tries to get away as quickly as possible, since it usually means he’s in trouble. Despite this, any mission that Razz is on, Napoleon will try to join specifically for the free time.

He’s not very fond of the views he shares with Attila though. Or his scary ass speed.

Finally, Napoleon thinks Genghis is the best, mostly because he doesn’t brush off any of his questions and has the time to spend with him. Genghis also does not push any of his own opinions on him, and treats him more like a teenager than a toddler.

If Napoleon were to, say, run off to hang out with an orange turtle, he can trust Genghis to not be a snitch.

That said, hes also very aware that the only reason for that is because he doesn’t see his friend as a threat. Yet.

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I wanted to a voice claim thingy for them all but i couldn’t find the voices i thought fit with Napoleon and Genghis, with the closest being, i think, the 1987 punk frogs lol? If you have some voices in mind that youd think fit, id like to check them out uvu

[keeiv]

I’m fucking gagged thank you for getting my first post to 1500 wtf guys 🤍😵‍💫 ANYWAY have some bear!price on the house 🐻

Bear hybrid!John Price x sleepy!reader

Cw: smut v little plot, slight dubcon (sleepy sex ig)

Wc: 2k things got a little out of hand…

It starts when he has to wake you from a well-deserved nap. A what-year-is-it kind of sleep. It was the first thing taught at military school, how to fall asleep on your feet. You took that personally and made it an artform. That's how Price finds you, knocked out on the rec room couch after cleaning up after someone else’s mistake as soon as you got back from deployment. Poor little scrapper.

He’s horribly endeared by it and his deep-seated instincts pull him to join you when his duty demands otherwise. Not his fault you look so cozy, curling around yourself and burying your nose in the blanket Gaz threw over you when he found you.

He tries calling out to you but you are dead to the world, so he lays a warm palm on your shoulder, rocking you gently to ease you back to the waking world. He answers your soft sleepy sound with a deep chuff, his bear endlessly pleased you feel safe enough to sleep so heavily around him and his team. You’re awake but definitely not alert, so he lets himself sit by your legs as you shake off the grip of sleep.

“Cap?”

“Meeting in ten, grab some joe.” He tells you, paw heavy on your head as he gives your adorable bed-head a ruffle. You’re too gone to sleep to wrinkle your nose at the treatment.

“Yessir.” You slur, and he has to make himself walk out the rec room at the sound of your sleep rough voice.

When he sees you again your eyes are brighter and you grip your coffee cup like a lifeline. You don’t get much of it down before you’re pulled to another task, looking down at it, forlorn, before putting in front of Price. A silent offering and he’s not one to turn down caffeine and if he does, take him out back and finish him off. And it certainly has nothing to do with the fact he gets to swallow down the lip-print you left on the rim. Honey-flavored chapstick. He doesn’t stop the happy rumble coming from his chest and you give him a small slight smile before you’re off. He adds the look to the catalogue of secret smiles he's won from you, a well-thumbed archive in his mind he keeps close as winter creeps closer.

Next time it’s you that catches him napping. You come well prepared, armed with coffee and the flask of whiskey you keep hidden in your vest. He doesn’t even hear the door to his office open, chin tucked to his chest, still gripping a pen. The approaching winter had him at its beck and call, quick to sleep and slow to wake.

“Your neck is going to kill later, Cap.” He rouses at the sound of your voice, soft and to his right. You’d lingered a little longer than you’d like to admit, barely controlling the urge to rub the fuzzy little ears he usually keeps hidden under his hat. He looked younger in his sleep, without the furrow in his brow and stern frown on his lips, like a big oversized teddy bear, but you’ll keep that one to yourself.

On que he lifts his head, neck cracking loudly. His wince has your hands itching to lift and massage the soreness out for him. You sigh, a little frustrated at yourself for fanning the flame of the embarrassing crush you have on your boss. You told yourself it was the trauma bond, nothing like shedding blood to bring two people together. It’s just the inevitable coworker crush you tell yourself, even when he’s the last thing you think about before falling asleep and the first when you wake.

It gets exponentially worse when he yawns, not looking as he reaches out to the general direction he heard your voice and patting around lazily. You can’t help but step up from your extremely respectful and professional distance away from his desk. The meaning of the words fizzle out when he catches a belt loop and reels you in.

“You got something for me?” He rasps, prompting you for an update, and the way his voice rumbles out of his chest and buries itself between your legs is beyond unfair. You start with the coffee, waiting a second before putting the flask down next to it. He lets out a grateful huff and you know you’re going to need to change your underwear after all this.

“Laswell touches down in twenty.” You ruin your own pleasant haze you’ve been floating in since he pulled you close enough to feel the heat coming off of him. The frown and furrow are back. He’s all squint, 90% bushy frown, hat forgotten on the desk in front of him.

“We best be meeting her then, hm?” He sighs, coming to a stand. You cannot be bothered to step out of his space but especially when you get a delicious whiff of his cologne and cigar smoke. Drenched. Ruined. In need of some alone time in the showers later.

You hardly breathe when his sleep-warm palm comes up to hold the back of your neck, steering the both of you out of his office. You stop moving all together when he lets go to open the door. He looks down at you when you don’t follow him through the door, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Keep up, trouble.” He chuckles, like he wasn’t the one caught napping on the clock.

“Right behind you, sir.” You hum. He doesn’t have to pretend to hear the warmth in your voice.

It isn’t long before John’s instincts have him searching you out at night, driven by your raw scent, fresh from the shower before you get ready for bed. It's getting worse day by day, so drawn in by your earthy sweetness that he lingers silently outside your door for far too long, holding his bear by the metaphorical scruff. You look longingly at the shadow under your door, fingers slipping through your folds wetly hoping he hears your need.

It’s not until he comes home limping that he finds his control slipping through his fingers, frost in the air. His senses are fuzzy and nothing feels right, his bear huffing and puffing just beneath his skin keeping him from sleeping off the pain. He barely hears the medic giving the usual warnings to take it easy before he’s bullying past them back to the barracks. His den calls to him, nearly dead on his feet when he smells you. It feels like every knot, every inch of tightness in his shoulders unravels as he breathes the remnants of you that linger in the common room. He doesn’t even realize he’s darkening your door until it pushes open under his palm. The sight of you asleep on your bunk, rolled half onto your stomach with your leg hiking up, settles him. The long line of your body has his mouth watering and teeth aching to sink into your plushest parts. You don’t stir when he looms over your bed, only when he sinks a knee down on the mattress. He lets out a pained groan when he sheds his shirt and drops down next to you, mattress squeaking violently under his weight and stitches in his side pulling tight.

“Mhm. Price?” You slur, head lifting off your pillow. He makes a pleased chuff, you don’t sound alarmed that he’s crawling in your bed at this hour, the fact you knew without even seeing him.

You try to roll over, giving him room, but he hushes you and presses a big paw on your back. You jolt, remembering you went to bed without a shirt when you feel his palm on your bare skin. He soothes you, big palm petting down your back as he urges you down with a grumble in your ear. His breath is hot on your neck as he rolls over onto you, thick pelt of his chest meeting the sensitive skin of your back as he eases his weight onto you with a satisfied sigh. You make a high pitched squeak at the contact, body going tight as he maneuvers you how he likes. Hooking a heavily furred thigh around your own and giving the padding of your tummy a grope as he settles. Your room was coated in your scent, your pillows and sheets even more so. He wanted to roll around in it until it settled under his skin permanently.

“Shush now, let ‘m get a feel cub, that's it.” He pushes a hairy arm beneath your chest, thick fingers groping your tits as he presses wet bristle-y kisses to your shoulders. You can’t stop the sleepy whine that leaves you, oh god please don’t let this be a dream, please please please-

The bulge pressing under the cleft of your ass is too hot and hard to be a dream. You can’t help but roll your hips back to feel more of him. You can feel how slick your lips are, slipping together wet and syrupy with your want.

“Price-“ the want in your voice and the smell of your need in the back of his throat is all the approval the bear needs.

“Settle down.” He slurs, but the way he humps against the plush of your ass has you doing the opposite. One particular rut has him pressed right up against your heat, underwear clinging to your folds as he pushes around your slick with the heft of his cock. You can do nothing but lay there with the way he has you pinned, legs tangled together as he grinds into you with sleepy rolls of his hips.

“Perfect thing, huh? Feel so good and you’re not even on my bloody cock yet-“ his moan has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“oh-“ your throat closes up on a desperate whimper when the hand pinned between your chest and the bed falls lower and cups your pussy, playing the damp fabric keeping him from your slick and pinching your puffy lips together.

“There she is.” His hips fall harder as he stuffs his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in like it would get him high. He pulls them to the side and his thick calloused fingers are there to catch the obscene amount of slick, pooling on his fingers and down his palm. He knew it would be fucking good, knew you’d drip down his fucking balls like this-

You reach back, hands patting at the thick of his stomach hanging over his waistband before finding your prize, pulling his throbbing cock free and feeling it bounce up against your thighs. He wraps both his arms around you, banding you to his chest and hooking his chin over your shoulder as his thick cock slots against your pussy, drooling pre against your clit.

“Go on, honey, just put it- fuck, yeah.” He grunts, lips to your ear as your shaky hands obey and notch his cock against your aching hole, a twisted version of the kiss you always wanted from him.

He’s rolling on top of you, nearly pressing his full weight against your back and working your hips up with a meaty paw. Your brain is leaking out your cunt at the realization he’s mounting you-

“One big push, honey, sh sh sh-“ he’s cut off by his own groan as the tip pops inside you, immediately driving further into your tight heat. Your walls seize around him and the animal part of your hindbrain tells you to crawl away, but a firm hand on the back of your neck has you still. He clicks his tongue at you, silly thing, didn’t anyone ever tell you not to run from a bear?

He’s quick to remove the thought from your head entirely, arm closing under your chin to keep you still as he leans over you.

“Come on luv, just a little kiss.” He meanly squishes your cheeks with his fingers, turning your head enough to plant a mess open-mouthed kiss on you. He swallows every little noise he’s punching out of you and in their absence the steady plap, plap, plap of his heavy balls slapping your mound fills the room. The next time his gooey tip presses up against your sweet spot, you let out a desperate whine and clamp down tight on him, a foaming, creamy ring forming around the base of his cock. You feel every throb of him against your sensitive walls, milking himself with your pulsing pussy as he pants and groans into your mouth.

You are taken down with him as he flops back down on his side, cock still chubbed in your pussy. He doesn’t pull out, not even when his breathing evens out and he’s humping your sticky pussy in his sleep. His warmth and the delicious stretch of your pussy around him eases you into a deep sleep, completely surrounded by your Captain and stuffed with another load by morning. He’ll even let you yell at him in the morning for crawling in your bed wounded when you find a little blood on the sheets, it’s all worth it as long as he gets to crawl home to his little mate again at the end of the day.

[superstarcherrycolagirl]

truly everything

conrad fisher x fem!reader

2.2k words

idea: just some hcs

warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of weed, a tiny bit of smut, typos for sure, god awful medical terminology, also this obviously is NOT book accurate! susannah beats cancer + belly stays with jere in this one bc i need to feel sane for a bit🤗 but mainly just tooth rotting fluff

notes: okay new season of tsitp has been making me go insane (don’t get me fucking started on this diabolical bs, the books didn’t prepare me enough to actually watch this tom foolery go down) but conrad is one of the only characters (besides laurel my queen) who’s actually standing on business and i’ve been so wanting to write abt him but i’m drowning in my college finals for my summer courses 😵‍💫😵‍💫 so i’m gonna write some headcannons instead yay

i’m writing reader as a california girl— from from LA and met Conrad at Stanford ayye and is in early childhood development bc why not

but yeah i hope you enjoy reading and hope it’s not totally shit!

blah blah backstory stuff

✿ — the two of you met at a party during sophomore year—he got invited by Agnes and you were friends with the host— and you guys ended up being in the same group conversation with your mutual friends! going around and sharing what everybody was studying, which lead to your first conversation when he asked you about something involving your major (stating how they’ve been covering a few sections of children’s health in pre-med)

✿ — you thought he was funny, and he thought you were sweet, and ended up exchanging numbers by the end of the night

✿ — soon enough the two of you would hang out in the library, take coffee trips, lounge under trees or on benches in the quads, and hang out when you’re friends would go out to the bars or pile into somebody’s apartment—becoming good friends

✿ — all this time he’s been struggling with letting go of his feelings for Belly, even though she clearly moved on and is happy with Jeremiah. he felt like he would never be able to love anybody else like that again, someone who truly knows him and understands him. but after meeting you, who truly truly flipped his heart upside down and all around, a void that he though would never feel full of love and admiration again, was overflowing

✿ — and TRUST you felt the same way about him too but didn’t want to make it weird because you guys have grown to be such good friends.. and ofc course didn’t want to loose your relationship entirely

✿ — a few agonizing months later of silently pining, he asked you if you wanted to go out to dinner with him, paid for both of your meals after fighting you and your card off from the check, drove you home, to which you invited him in to have some tea + watch a cheesy 2000s TV show while sitting on the couch together, leading to gentle touches, nervous but patient confessions, and ending the night kissing each other FINALLY, with “we’re idiots” and laughter in between kisses RAHH

—okay now time to lock in—

✿ — fast forward two years later, and you are truly his person

✿ — picture this— the both of you do come home late certain nights. you arrive to your shared apartment first from your internship at a preschool in the very early evening SO BEAT, but he gets home around 9 or 10 PM from his med trainings ..with bouquet of lilies in his hand

✿ — cooking food together > ordering take out guy — he loves to yap or rant about both of your days together as you do test tastes to see if the sauce needs a little more spice, cutting up an array of fruits, if the food needs to cook a little longer, or lethargically baking a boxed brownie mix — with mellow jazz music in the background to dance to

✿ — gentle touches are everything to him! linking arms with him when walking you to class or when you’re strolling downtown —fingers clutching his bicep— holding your hand when making way through a crowded bar, hand resting on your thigh while driving, him sleeping with his arm draped over your waist UGH i could go on

✿ — keeps hair ties on his wrist and one of your claw clips on the strap of his bag for you just in case

✿ — lazy mornings are his favorite! god he could trace your features and listen to your chest rise and fall forever if he could hello?!? and he looooves to wake you up with gentle kisses across your face and skin, muttering sweet sleepy nothings along the way

✿ — omg coffee runs are also his fucking shit!! (like you guys saw him in ep 3 picking up that coffee tray UGH) and he’d know your order like the back of his hand — boy literally don’t play about that shit

✿ — you help quiz him on stuff from his labs to help prepare him for a placement exam or pretend to be different kinds of patients so he can practice diagnosing symptoms :(

✿ — playful banter OH don’t get me started

✿ — he hardly smokes compared to when he did serval years ago, but if you ever get high, he’ll be there to make you laugh, grab snacks for the munchies, and make sure that you’re feeling good — the occasional weed anxieties do sneak up on you, but he’ll there to help you.. always

✿ — alright and besides making his own little nicknames for you, he’s got a list of pet names

✿ — every day/sweet stuff: baby + lovely + honey + sweetness + love + pretty girl + sweetheart

✿ — like when the both of you accidentally sleep through your alarms set for your AM classes

✿ — “baby.. baby we overslept, our classes start in thirty—” “shit”

✿ — when you’re trying hard to not cry when telling him about something (minor or serious) that bothered you today, and he just soothes you

✿ — “s’alright.. shh .. you’re alright honey.. you’re okay.. just tell me what y’need from me.. hm?”

✿ — or if you’re tanning on the beach in cousins, and he’s already rubbing another layer of sunscreen on your back and all the way down your legs

✿ — “babe-” “y’gonna burn, sweetheart.. just let me.. please”

✿ — OR after walking a few minutes back home from a night out with friends at the pub, the two of you are stumbling through the door as he mutters sweet drunken words in between kissing you, as you make your way up to your bedroom

(to sleep ofc …. duh!)

✿ — “..mm my girl.. just look at you.. oh my pretty girl—” “Connie m’gonna fall”

✿ — when he’s feeling corny/goofy: sexy legs + peach + foxy + sweet thing

✿ — a quiet night, you’re reading a book allowed in bed, lying on your stomach, as he’s slightly on top of you, his head resting on your shoulder listening to you, and taking time to places sweet kisses from your neck down to your shoulder

✿ — chatterbox!gf + listener!bf i don’t make the rules he just loves it when his girl yaps about her long ass day

✿ — Conrad is SO incredibly attentive to you. like this man truly knows how to read your body language, or a look on your face, or observes your habits just so he can effortlessly make your life a little easier

✿ — in the car with your to go thermos of coffee

✿ — “fuck i forgot to put—” “there’s some sugar packets in the glove compartment” “huh?”

✿ — in the middle of watching a movie, and he can see your brows are knitting together and your eyes wincing slightly from the glow of the screen, and he just gets up to grab your emergency migraine medicine

✿ — “m’grabbing you one” “honey s’just a headac-” “and it’s gonna turn into a migraine.. i’ll grab you some juice too”

✿ — “can i have—” “pineapple juice.. i know baby” “..mhm”

✿ — or if you guys are at a function with friends and he sees your eyes starting to droop

✿ — “we can head out whenever you’re ready, love, don’t worry”

✿ — he pours your wine, opens your cans/bottles, and will hold your drink when you guys go out

✿ — if he leaves to go to bathroom for a second and god forbid a guy tries to talk sweet on you, and you’re clearly praying he’ll just fuck off, he’ll just calmly make his way back to you, come from behind to place an assuring but firm hand on your hip and go “make a new friend, baby?” not overreacting, overbearing, or possessive — but making sure somebody knows how to take ‘no’ for a fucking answer

✿ — he knows and respects how you can very much hold your own ground, but is subtlety protective when he needs to be to keep you safe

- sidewalk rule

- opening doors/pulling out chairs for you

- insists on taking off your heels/boots

- hand on your lower back

- standing in front of you in an elevator

- making sure you eat something

- carrying your bag or groceries for you

✿ — and if he ever finds out that you’ve been hiding being sick or injured from him.. oh you’re not lifting or doing A THING on his watch

✿ — once, during the few times he was away to go volunteer/shadow at a children’s healthcare center in SF, he was gone for a week.. and he just had a gut feeling that you weren’t well while talking over the phone

✿ — and he was right! because one morning, when one of your friends had called him on one of the last fee days of his trip thinking that he was aware of the 102 fever you got overnight, his heart basically dropped. he politely told the services there that he needed to be excused for an “urgent family matter” and quickly drove home back to the apartment, in which he found you curled up in your shared bed in his sweater and blankets galore. he took care of you for the rest of that weekend

✿ — “mm.. Con—” “shh shh.. s’just me sweet thing.. m’right here”

✿ — yeah.. there is noooo way you can sneak around being sick or injured around Dr. Fisher unfortunately

✿ — he has a picture of you from a photo-booth roll in his wallet

✿ — Conrad’s family didn’t even know that he had even met anyone new, until one day a plain envelope was in the mailbox addressed to his mother, and inside of it was little letter to her.. and a single black and white strip of you and him in a photo-booth, laughing, smiling, and kissing ——— oh and she was practically in tears when she was on the phone with Laurel

✿ — his family, Susannah, Adam, Jere, Laurel, Steven and Belly, all met you when Conrad invited you sweetly to thanksgiving, and they all were just enamored with you — especially his mother

✿ — even Belly — in which long before Conrad had explained his past relationship with her — which obviously didn’t really bother you. she was a little tense at first, but your sweet and friendly demeanor completely began to wash that away, as the two of you were laughing together by the end of the night

✿ — for the first time in a very long time, his family could see that his rosy cheeks were hurting from how much he was smiling

✿ — but before that, a summer before that really, he was practically trying not to throw up from nerves when meeting your parents. his face was flushed, hands trembling, and voice shaky

✿ — but like you told him, it all went well! your parents found him very sweet, as they were both so curious to hear about his pre-med experiences so far. meeting your parents, being in your childhood bedroom, seeing all the photos of you when you were little around the house, he couldn’t help but feel butterflies fluttering around in his stomach

alright.. here’s some nsfw shit.. sorry in advance if it’s total butt 😵‍💫😵‍💫

✿ — Conrad’s a munch let’s be so for real

✿ — the first time he went down on you was heaven, he would spend HOURS between your thighs if he could, slowly licking and sucking every part of you, your hand and fingers tangled in his hair, his humming and faint whining into you making your head fall back against the pillow

✿ — mumbling a “like—fuckin’ heaven.. hmm—shit” into you, his muffled praises sending a shiver up your spine or an incoherent-voice cracking “s’so good.. taste s’good”

✿ — and yes, the first time you finish in his mouth, he already came in his pants

✿ — he’s a giver, and will constantly tell you that you don’t need to give him head (that getting you off would be more than enough for him in a perfect world) but you insist, and soon enough he’s in the edge of the the bed, fisting the sheets with one hand and the other holding your face, either softly thumbing over your cheek, brushing hair out of your face, or forming a makeshift ponytail as you had managed all of him in your mouth, him panting and breathless moaning out your name

✿ — grunt out a breathy “b-baby go slow.. please—ah— not yet i.. don’t want t’cum yet!” or a “yeah..yeah— oh honey jus’ like that”

✿ — he does love missionary — being able to see your face and kiss down your body, as he whispers into your ear

✿ — “so—fuck— y’so beautiful.. y’know that? all of you.. nd’ all for m-e” he pants outs as he’s fucking into you slowly, one of your legs hooking onto his hip, your arms around his neck and nails digging into the his back muscles

a/n: yall know that one shot from s2 ep 2 don’t play😵‍💫

✿ — OR a mumbled moan “y’like that pretty? hm? like it a little ha-arder? yeah? so pretty like this” when he starts moving a bit faster and thrusting harder, making the bed frame begin to squeak

✿ — but .. he also doesn’t mind when you’re on top, strandling his hips after a long day, and just letting you lead the way

✿ — he’d look up at you softly, eyes almost doe like, his hips bucking up into you, legs bent and slightly trembling while supporting you up, and still a total mess

✿ — moan out a “there you go.. yeah, yeah—mm— keep rollin’ your hips like that..yea-oh!” or a little choked moan “m’gonna cum! oh fuck—please cum f’me..please.. baby please!”

✿ — soon, after calming down from both of your highs and him gently cleaning you up, the two of are lying on your sides facing each other, chests pressed together, tangled legs, gentle touches, and flushed cheeks, he once again mutters soft sweet nothings in between loving kisses, and “i love you”s to top it off

✿ — because you were his person. you were everything to him. his everything.

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[douceenvie]

ooh how about dani who says she's straight but then at parties she's all over you and when she's eating you out she's practically confessing her love

ᝰ.ᐟ ꒰ “straight”!Daniela × fem!reader ꒱

-ˋˏ ✄ ━━━━━ warnings: oral.

okay but listen. daniela swears she’s straight. like tells everyone who’ll listen “no I only like guys 🙄” and then five drinks in, she’s pressed against you in the corner of some industry party, whispering in your ear like “you look so fucking pretty tonight… this is why you’re dangerous, you know that?”

and you’re like “uh huh. i’m dangerous. you’re the one with your hand on my thigh right now, babe.” and she gets all flustered and does her usual “whatever i’m just drunk” routine while still caressing your leg and licking her lips like you’re a snack. girl be serious 😭

by the time y’all stumble into a guest bedroom she’s already kissing you like she’s been starved for years. mouth hot and needy, hands everywhere, grinding on your leg like she’s mad at it. she’s moaning into your neck like “fuck i shouldn’t want this… but i do… i need it, please let me taste it—”

and then she’s on her knees. no hesitation. straight girl who??? her face is already buried between your thighs and she’s eating you out like it’s her last meal on earth. and the way she does it??? yeah no. she’s obsessed. possessed. full on moaning into your pussy, hands gripping your thighs so tight you’ll have marks in the morning, humping the air like she’s getting off from eating you 😵‍💫

and then she starts talking. all messy and breathless between licks like:

“fuck, you taste so good… i think about this all the time, it’s so fucked up…”

“do you know what you do to me? i can’t stop thinking about you, i swear—”

“you’re so perfect, it drives me crazy… i wanna ruin you, keep you all to myself…”

“i think—fuck—i think i love you or some shit…”

LIKE GIRL. get a grip. 😭😭

you’re sitting there getting your soul sucked out through your pussy while she’s down there practically confessing her eternal love like this is a Nicholas Sparks adaptation with tongue. and the worst part is?? she means it. like her whole body is shaking, her voice cracking while she’s trying to say “this doesn’t mean anything” even though she’s literally creaming in her jeans and whimpering “mine” while eating you like a starved animal 💀

after you cum (multiple times), she just rests her head on your thigh all flushed and dazed like “don’t tell anyone about this… but also if you ever wanna do it again… please.” 🙃

and the next day she’ll act like nothing happened. “oh hey bestie 😇” while you’re still walking funny from her head game and she’s just sipping an iced coffee like she didn’t tell you she was in love with your pussy 10 hours ago. straight girl logic™.

[milinilinilin]

₊˚⊹✉️ - pool sex with nicholas, euijoo + yuma˖ ࣪

-> minor's dni! || 18+ quick thoughts || library

-> content/warnings: 4some, fem reader, public sex, pool sex, p in v, double penetration

Nicholas knocked on the door of your hotel room late in the evening, inviting you to come swim in the pool. He said it was completely empty so of course you couldn’t pass up on this opportunity!

You put on the first swimming costume you see, which just so happened to be a skimpy little bikini. One that’s tied together at the hips, neck, and back.

You make your way down to the pool, shuddering as you climb into the cold water. Yuma comes up behind you, snaking his arms around you.

“You cold pretty? Let me help you warm up.”

Your stomach filled with butterflies at the contact, only for Euijoo to come in front of you, reaching out to caress your hips.

“Look so beautiful y/n, you do realise you’re driving us crazy right?”

Nicholas then came in to stand at your side, toying with the strings of your bikini bottoms.

“No one’s here you know… wanna have some fun?”

It’s not long before you’re all rid of your swimming costumes. Hands are all over your body as you melt into their touches.

The thrill of being in such a public area did wonders to heighten your arousal, not only that but you were about to be shared by 3 insanely attractive guys? You might as well be in heaven.

The rest of the night was spent with them taking turns to fuck you in the water.

At some points you’d have two of them in you at the same time, while the third would whisper soothing praises to you, muffling your sounds with sweet kisses.

The water made it all too easy to lift you into any position they needed you in. Best believe it was a long night, they didn’t intend to let you go until they were completely empty.

-> note this video was crazy wdym they were looking this insanely fine in my country!!! on the same soil as me!!!!! I might pass out 😵‍💫

[izzacripple]

hi i really love ur blog!! 😭 but idk if ur reqs are open but if it is could u write non con for rafayel? i feel like w his bratty self he’d take whatever he wants 😵‍💫 its okay if u skip this!!! love ur works!!! 🖤🖤

Stepdaddy! Rafayel takes that pussy <3

Warnings : age-gap, noncon, slight binding, slight nipple play, p in v, no prep, PORNNN

You were so horny. All the assignments and college projects were tearing apart your slutty soul.

Not being able to touch yourself, you decided to wear a vibrator throughout the whole day; your classmates and professors unaware. It was so hard to even stand, let alone walk with that thing constantly vibrating against your pretty pussy lips. You kept quivering occasionally but managed to make it through the day.

When you went home you were accompanied by a loud chatter, walking towards the living room you saw that your stepdad had friends over. He took a single look at you and that was enough to make you throw up. You were aware of Rafayel's dirty gaze, the man was disturbingly obsessed with you. He didn't even shed a tear when your mom died leaving you with him; a strict yet playful middle-aged guy.

With difficulty you managed to make it to your room and immediately took off your skirt, leaving you bare in your wet dirty panties. You abused your pussy through the fabric, slightly pushing the vibrator in deeper making you moan.

All the while, so distracted you had forgotten to lock your bedroom door, totally unaware of the wandering eyes of your stepdad rafayel roaming over your body. He groaned as he looked at your scrunched up face followed by soft bouncing breasts. It's not a bad thing to help your “daughter”, right?

Locking the door behind him he sneaked beside your bed and pounced upon you, catching you off guard, who snapped out of her trance and looked at the intruder; noticing the man’s well built body followed by a sharp jawline and hard abs.

Rafayel, ignoring your protests , grabbed your wrists and tied them to the headboard of the bed with his belt while blindfolding you with your own skirt laying on the floor.

You couldn't believe what was happening, you tried to break free of the bounds but were unable to do so.

Snickering at your futile attempts, your stepdad roamed his large hands across your soft and small body, hands reaching up to the hook of your bra. He quickly unhooked it, and watched your pretty breasts break free. He put his hand on one of the breasts, playing with it and hastily put his mouth on the other one, sucking onto it like a baby.

Even though you were held against your will, you couldn’t control the moans leaving your mouth as you felt the man’s tongue flicking your sensitive nipple.

Rafayel grinned against your breasts hearing your moans, sucking on the bruised nipple harder. All the while he kneaded the other nipple. After a while he pulled out with a pop, proud at his artwork, seeing the nipple all red and swollen, covered with his wet saliva. He gave one last lick at it. Going down he stared at the slick cunt that was covered in your own wetness, not failing to notice the huge vibrator inside it.

“You were asking for this, weren’t you? cutie. look at you, squirming and all like a natural slut.” He mocked you, chuckling at your weak attempts, noticing you trying to cover your body.

You couldn’t do anything but silently weep.

He traced his calloused hand around your wet and dirty-with-cum clit and pinched it, earning a whimper from you. Putting his fingers inside your wet pussy, he grabbed the vibrator and quickly pulled it out, causing you to let out a loud and whimpery moan.

Putting the vibrator on the stand, he took his huge girthy cock out of his draws, leaking with precum. With no preparation or warning whatsoever he rammed inside your hole, grunting out as he felt your walls clutch around his cock. He grabbed onto your breasts and slammed harder and faster making it harder for you to breathe through your nose.

He pulled his face closer to your inviting neck and started sucking harshly on the smooth skin, leaving marks.

The room was filled with your moans as the man slammed in your abused pussy again and again with no breaks in between.

“N-no more please I can’t take it.” you begged feeling your pussy squirt around your stepdad's cock.

“oh, please! shut the fuck up cutie! Just take it, I know you like it.” The older man growled, shutting you up.

Rafayel groaned as he felt his release approaching, he thrusted deeper inside the now-unconscious you. Finally he let loose and covered your stupid cunt in thick white ropes of cum.

He pulled out and watched as the cum leaked out of your small hole, he grabbed some of it and smeared it all over your unconscious body; your tits and stomach, all drenched in cum of your stepdad. He then picked your body up and fucked you a few more times, until he couldn’t anymore. Spoiler alert : he couldn't couldn't, not after getting a taste of his beloved horny little slut.

He knew he could always make it up to you. After all he's your stepdad, you have no one but him . And it's the same for him anyway, so what's wrong with wanting what he wants? He will make you want him too!

[vampma]

dbf!bucky barnes headcanons — fem!reader

contains : pervy!bucky, panties fixation, age gap, mentions of anal, cum eating, and drinking

note : if it’s not your cup of tea or considered taboo for you, please avoid!!!! enjoy the little link at the bottom (you’ll have to be logged into twt)

༯ dbf!bucky who offers to help you pack mostly as a kind gesture, but takes a small sniff of your panties when you’re busy in your closet (shame they’re dirty)

༯ dbf!bucky who is way more emotionally mature than guys your age and he knows it. he never pressures you to apologize over little things, he listens, like really listens

༯ dbf!bucky gives you his number quietly before he leaves for brooklyn; he was colder and short every time you excitedly filled him in on your dates, but brushed it off because he loves ya

༯ dbf!bucky who has been close to you since you were a bit younger and reminds you with stories that start with “back when me and your dad..”

༯ dbf!bucky never married. not because he couldn’t, but because he was too stubborn for a dating app or modern dating; he wanted someone that knew him through the years without having to spark something new

༯ dbf!bucky who tries his best not to treat you like a little girl anymore. he’s used to you being short enough to ruffle your hair, taunting you about your school crushes, etc. when you started to grow, he noticed first. not just physically, but mentally. you moved on from certain things and he didn’t make a big deal out of it

༯ dbf!bucky is so oblivious to how he looks when he’s staring at you. he clenches his jaw when you notice. hard in his pants just wishing you’d ask him for a one on one favor so he could lay you down and fuck you wherever

༯ dbf!bucky’s first time making you cum was with his mouth. he loves to lick and tease your clit with his lips, practically sucking for life when he goes down on you. he loves coming up for air and looking at you with dripping stubble and heavy eyes 😵‍💫

༯ dbf!bucky who doesn’t smoke often, but know not to do it around you. he’s old fashioned and finds it disrespectful, especially in front of someone as pure as he finds you to be

༯ dbf!bucky is a sucker for corruption. he wants to teach you things only men his age would know about

༯ dbf!bucky and you makeout in the garage from time to time when he’s helping you with car trouble. if he wasn’t morally correct, he’d fuck up your engine even more just to feel your tongue against his again

༯ dbf!bucky doesn’t wanna cross a line; he respects your dad and you entirely. he just can’t help it when he smells your hair or when you crumple up a pair of panties for him to tuck in his cargos before a trip with your dad

༯ dbf!bucky who doesn’t like it when you drink because he doesn’t like seeing you drunk.. but he feels like you might come onto him more easily than he prefers. he loves foreplay and talking to you before a simple kiss

༯ dbf!bucky introduces you to anal. he says a big girl like you shouldn’t be ashamed to try something completely new

honorable link : he loves using his fingers

[iluvlemonsharks]

guys will going on birth control make me depressed ?? i really want to but i’ve had problems w my mental health before and i don’t wanna make it worse!! :-/

[tinyxgoddessx]

Did I just get paid $200 for a custom video of me stuffing my panties into my pussy while playing with myself, Polaroids and to send it to the guy who requested it? Yes I did 😵‍💫

[graveyard-mutt]

i’d like to tell everyone that she DID send me an audio file of her saying this to me…that was crazy guys 😵‍💫

“aren’t you embarrassed? embarrassed of people seeing you like this? such a bigggg strong boy whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat, all cockdrunk for mommy. such a dumb mutt aren’t you baby? yea? are you a dumb doggy? awwww you really are cockdrunk! you’re fucking gone, god it’s pathetic. you love when i talk to you like this too huh? you just loveee when i degrade you. you can’t even hide it! your stupid boycunt keeps twitching everytime i’m mean to you, you just loveee it when mommy bullies you right doggy? haha i knew it, i mean it wasn’t hard to figure out it’s sooooooo obvious for anyone to see. you’re such a dumb mutt”

(yes yes i am just a stupid mutt in heat)

[wolvertooth]

~ wolverine by chris claremont #1 review ~

compliments. off to a good start.

'the sabretooth in my gut' <- INSANE LINE

'that way always worked for him' and how would u know this. how do u have this info logan

'i choose a different path. hes here to make me pay for it.' ok..exes vibes....

'CLAIM'.....EXES VIBES.......

kills me everytime he calls him 'sabes' aughhh😵‍💫

HE SPEAKS JAPANESE!!!!!!AND DOESNT HATE LOGAN!!!!!!!!!!!!

the kitty<3

ahh he was already aware of her whole darkside thing..that makes sense to why he easily befriends her in wolverine 1988 #127

yes. theyre twinsies af.

sabes againnnnnnn😵‍💫😵‍💫

logan to the rescue !!!!

love how he just acts like theyre all buddy buddy before disappearing lol

alright actual thoughts time-

with the 'claim to love' and 'teaching him a lesson' lines, it reminded me a lot of X-Men Origins: Sabretooth

in that story, he just wanted logan to realize that he wont be able to stop himself from his feral side, no matter how much he cares for someone. so vic takes on killing them instead, before the inevitable that hes convinced will happen(based on his own pressumed personal experience)

and this story starts with logan literally admitting that vics right. he does have the same urges inside him, he just hasnt given up yet. meanwhile, vic is stuck with the belief that the grief n mistakes n violence are all unavoidable, its just who they are, and wants logan to understand in the same way hes come to. that love, especially for someone mortal, is only a burden for guys like them

but this issue also goes over just how much sabretooth has dissociated from pain n fear due to his healing factor

like the ending of origins sabretooth says, at this point he likely just sees their fights as non lethal playing. he fights others cuz he knows it wont kill him, knows he'll always win the stamina game, and i feel like thats damaged his mental view of the world a bit

also, there were a couple moments where characters gain wolverines claws(im guessing symbolically instead of literally)(tho for kitty in the later comics it was kinda literal i think?...)

the claws visually portray how even the 'heroes' get into the exact same state as sabes does in those moments..or rather the same state as logan

sabretooths claws are out n visable at all times, while logans are hidden, as is his dark side. so it makes sense his claws would symbolize something hidden inside, but still always there just under the surface

[stupiddoggg]

Need some guys or wannabe r@pists to tell me what kinds of things you see girls in public do or wear that make you think she’s asking for it

I need some pointers😵‍💫

[ickytreats]

That mommy domme post did stuff to me 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I'd love to see more like that from you, being really mean to me your little boy. Lots of edging and denial until mommy finally gives release but makes me them clean it up 🤤🤤🤤

I feel like when I get into that domme headspace I don't care for my pleasure. I never picture myself receiving anything but kisses during that space, idk. I enjoy the idea of a little boy begging me for release. I always picture edging for hours, like imagine it's getting late and I'm teasing you. Just wanna play with your pretty cock, baby. Im giggle in your ear as I'm pumping you right when you feel like cumming the door bell rings. I smile and pull away, go answer it. W-what? I said go answer it, I say in a duh tone and sit back. Put your cock away, I lightly hit the tip watching you jolt. I laugh, and go answer the door...now!

I watch you struggle and squirm, I see how you stop in front of the door. If the take out guy leaves because you don't answer that door your getting fucked up. I smile and watch you rush to open the door, your hard on so obviously through the sweats. You try to hide how hard you are as you answer the door. Once you're done and settle the food on the table I pull you over to me smothering you in kisses. You did such a good job! Such a good boy! I giggle and stroke your cock through your sweats. Now you are going to eat, and enjoy. I kiss you softly, and smile.

Just because we are eating doesn't mean you get a break. I keep stroking you and pulling away at random moments. You can't even time it before you can't anymore. You can't cum yet, baby...you may have been a good boy earlier but you have to earn it. I kiss you again before starting to clean up, id act like it's a totally normal thing. This is a part of our daily routine as I leave you there panting and ruining your sweats with precum. Come on, on the couch with me to watch the movie. It's porn, I'm not even going to try and say it's a movie because I'd make you watch other boys cumming for their Mommy's. Id make you watch what I'm not giving you, I'd kiss your tears away as I pull your cock out again.

You see how bad he's being? Squirming and fighting...good thing my pretty boy is not like that. I'd mumble into your ear and kiss your cheek as I stroke you again. Maybe I'll wrap an arm around your shoulders to pull you close but make sure I can choke you at the same time. He's such a bad boy cumming without permission. But you're not a bad boy are you? You've been good waiting for me, your tip would look like it's in pain. Do you think I should give you permission? I'd watch with a content smile as you beg and cry pleading that you should.

Fine, you can cum. I say and you think finally but then I start a count down. You tense up knowing you need to hold it until 10 it's purposely start to make my strokes slower, weak, and maybe hit your thighs. Until finally I give you exactly what you want at 10 and let you cum on my hand. But I won't stop, I love to hear you so let me hear those moans as I over stimulate you. Let me watch you cry and try to escape or maybe hide into me. Once I start to feel bad I'd grab your face and kiss you again.

Such a good messy boy, I'd laugh and bring my fingers to your mouth making you suck on them. My boy, I'd hook my fingers into your mouth and make you look at me. Right? the night is young and I know you can take a couple more rounds. Maybe I'll make you fuck me by the end when you swear your shooting blanks.

[douceenvie]

I believe niki acts all nonchalant but bet he whimpers🤰

ᝰ.ᐟ ꒰ niki (nishimura riki) x fem!reader ꒱

-ˋˏ ✄ ━━━━━ warnings: cockwarming

i know everyone sees niki as this cool, quiet, effortlessly that guy type of dude, but let’s be real... he’s also the kind of boy who gets so overstimulated from the simplest things it’s actually insane. like yes he’s all laid-back and doesn’t speak much, just gives you those side glances and smug little smirks like he knows you’re wrapped around his finger — and maybe you are — but he’s also the one melting the second your hands are on his hips 😵‍💫 like imagine this boy acting all unfazed and then losing every last bit of composure just because you sat on him and told him to stay still?? he’ll try to keep it together, breathing all heavy and eyebrows furrowed like he’s fighting for his life, but the moment your walls squeeze just a little tighter around him?? he’s done. absolutely gone. suddenly that low voice of his is all breathy and desperate, trying not to let out a full-on whimper because god forbid anyone knows how soft he gets when he’s cockwarmed 😩

and like... the best part? he loves it. like he pretends it’s torture, scoffing and saying “you’re so annoying” when you won’t let him move, but then he’s the one gripping your thighs like a lifeline, trying not to buck his hips even though he so badly wants to. and when you lean in, whisper in his ear real slow like “good boys don’t move, right?” — tell me why his whole body shudders??? 😵‍🫠 he might look like he’s the one in control but his whole entire soul is in your hands the second you sit on him like that. he’s biting his lip so hard trying not to moan and then eventually just gives up and lets out the prettiest, deepest whimper you've ever heard... like sorry. he’s not surviving that.

and the moment you tell him you're just gonna sit there and scroll on your phone while he's buried in you??? oh my god. you know he’ll pretend he’s annoyed, throwing his head back like “you’re actually evil” but five minutes later he’s mumbling your name like a prayer, flexing his thighs like he’s trying to stay grounded, eyes glassy and dazed because he can’t handle being that full for that long 🫠 niki might act sigma but he’s absolutely a whimpering mess when it’s just you and him and there’s nowhere to run. he needs you more than he’s ever gonna admit out loud, and honestly? you both know it. <3

[mooniewestwood]

pause. Niceling AU where Lin Ling is a reporter or photographer. like, adjacent to Superman/Lois Lane or Peter Parker&Spiderman

and while Lin Ling isn’t a hero with an astonishing amount of trust value, he’s still being a hero in his own right with his own writing and photography. Lin Ling’s a new, up-and-coming reporter, aspiring to share the best stories that stay true and authentic to his standards. enter Nice, perfect superhero who ends up saving this dorky, clumsy, silly, kind, caring… really super duper cutie of a mess that is Lin Ling.

Nice is a bit puzzled at the person who’s seemingly just some guy, who’s brave enough to stand up to villains when every other civilian is running or hiding out of fear. and Lin Ling’s heroics give Nice enough time to apprehend the villains while keeping everyone and himself safe, so he’s not too concerned. Nice rather admires the compassion and determination he sees in Lin Ling. Even offers an interview after saving the day again (maybe a lil portrait session too that leaves Lin Ling so flustered with how Nice is eyeing the camera so intensely…‼️😵‍💫 the fans go crazy with the headlining photo on the newspapers the next day)

After saving Lin Ling from wayyy too many close calls, the two become rather friendly with each other. Nice becomes something of an informant for Lin Ling in regards to the hero industry whilst Nice’s fans and general public on the internet like to joke that Nice has a big fat crush on the reporter since he’s only giving Lin Ling exclusive interviews and insight/access to him and his big fights

something something Nice and Lin Ling investigate the mysterious hero X together? (i haven’t watched the most recent episodes IM SORRY GHOSTBLADE AND JOHNNYS but i have concepts of an idea… just need to watch the last 2 eps lol)

also love the idea of Lin Ling being a reporter/journalist??? he’s skilled at writing and dreams of being a hero, i feel like that’s as heroic as anyone can get as far as that skillset. pookie is an activist

bro definitely gets scolded and talked down about the topics he wants to write about until his articles on heroes, Nice specifically, get tons of views and engagement. so Lin Ling gets away with it for the most part :p

[frazzled-n-dazzled]

God I love @kysluts and her posts so much. She knows exactly what spot to hit😵‍💫😵‍💫

You guys should check her out.