#he fits so nicely in my lap like this and is a perfect size for hugging

[plushrump-dot-com]

Chillin’

[drgnflyteabox]

daddy cool, side B ⋆˙⟡

simon riley x fem!reader (background price x reader) summary: you make a movie with simon. ↪or, john produces. tags/warnings: making a porno, rough sex (p in v), oral (f + m), please forgive my dialogue i'm trying my best, degradation / slut shaming, squirting, a little dubcon, size kink, a little pain, unnegotiated kink, john is mostly in the background but he's there

“Alright honey, move a little to the right.”

“Like this?”

“Just like that, sweetheart. Spread those legs a little.”

John had been your fluffer earlier, licked you until you were rarin’ to go, wet and soft and needy. He can probably still taste you on his mustache.

You’re taking photos now, leaning back on the bed, bare wet pussy spread for John and the camera. Your two fingers create a perfect V, showing him your winking hole, your pert clit.

He really wasn’t lying about producing– you hadn’t deeply suspected him, but there was a niggling little thought there that he was maybe putting it on to get you in bed. It had worked either way, but nice to know he’s honest.

Ghost, the masked man. Cheesy, but popular with women, John says. They like the mystery.

“Touch yourself a little,” John shifts the camera as you do, lightly petting your clit with two fingers, “that’s good, that’s real good.”

You dip two fingers into your hole, wet from John’s earlier attention, biting your lip in what you hope is a seductive manner for the camera. John chuckles low in his chest, cock pushing against his tight pants. The view makes your mouth water, but you aren’t here for John today.

You’re here for the giant of a man that walks through the doorway, wearing scuffed blue jeans and big black boots. The mask isn’t what you’d imagined, but it fits over the tight white t-shirt he’s wearing. A skull.

“Ah, Simon,” John turns to greet him, “there you are.”

Simon’s cock is already chubbed up in his jeans, long and thick against his leg. For a perverse moment you imagine what it would look like for he and John to push their bulges against each other, groaning, pec squeezed against pec, and your pussy clenches.

You wish John would perform, if only just to tag team you with this meaty specimen of a man.

Add it to the spankbank.

“John,” Simon greets him back, stepping into the room. He’s not even looking at you, which is hot for some reason you don’t care to parse. He lifts a boot and steps onto John’s stool, “fresh meat?”

John laughs, which seems to be the only answer Simon needs before he turns towards you finally and pins you to the bed with his gaze. 

Your fingers pause, still dipped halfway inside, clit pulsing against the heel of your palm.

“Pretty,” he says, and just as you’re about to say thank you, “nice, Cap,” a pause, “picked a ripe one.”

He walks until his shins hit the bed, looking down at you and your spread legs, where your hand is still and your pussy drips onto the sheets. His eyelashes are pale, ghostly, strangely beautiful against his brown eyes. 

You wish you could see his face, his expression, but John was right– they do like the mystery.

There’s a little hint of a scar that pokes up from his cheekbone, pulling the skin of his bottom lid a little, but there’s no time to examine him in detail.

“Right then,” John interrupts, “let’s take a few pictures.”

The first pose he puts you in is on Simon’s lap, explicitly directing you to press your pussy against his jeanclad thigh and make a little wet spot for us, will you, love?

It’s honestly humiliating, but you’re so tuned up that the heat of your embarrassment only adds to the tension.

“That’s good, that’s real good,” John murmurs, instructing Simon to put a heavy hand on your lower back, pressing you further into his leg.

Your clit drags against the fabric, and the camera snaps your open mouthed gasp.

“Pull her shirt down,” and Simon does; pulling your tanktop down until your tits fall out, soft and peaked, pressed against the worn fabric of his shirt.

You’re looking over your shoulder, hazy, bottom lip between your teeth. John snaps a few more before he places you in the next position.

All you can stare at is the dark patch on Simon’s jeans.

“This one’s for the cover,” he says, getting Simon to lay down and pull his jeans a little down– showing off the line of hair leading to the biggest tease; the beginnings of his bush, trapped under just his jeans.

He’s gone commando. All you can see is the little pudge of his pubis as it’s squished by his waistband, a tasty little tenderloin you want to bite.

You’re next; standing over Simon, legs wide open, looking down at him with your tits out and your thighs wet. It’s a movie-esque kind of pose, and in another universe maybe you’re decked out in cheap sci-fi costumes for a blockbuster.

Then he’s ready, and you have to re-dress. Tanktop goes back on, shorts get slid right back up your legs, and he puts you on top of the covers.

Simon prowls like a panther, graceful in his movements despite the sheer size of him. You’re leaned back, elbows on the bed, breathing harder the closer he gets.

“Felt that wet little pussy,” he says, voice low, “she’s more than ready for me, isn’t she? Probably soaking those slutty shorts.”

“Uh huh,” you murmur, legs outstretched and straight before him. 

John had told you a little bit of the ‘script’ beforehand, a loose skeleton to follow outside of improv, so you aren’t shocked when he pulls the button open on your shorts and pulls them down in one fell swoop.

“Look’it that,” his lips move under the mask. You wonder if he’s licking his lips, looking at your pussy like that.

He takes you by the ankle, dragging you across the mattress until you’re flat on your back and looking up at him.

“Haven’t even seen my cock yet,” he laughs meanly, his other hand reaching to take a big squeeze of his cock through his jeans, “and look’it that. Slag if I’ve ever seen one.”

Your face burns, breath stuttering. This wasn’t a part of the little warning John had given you, but you’re not that mad about it. Hot, humiliated– but not opposed.

Simon looks at you for barely another second before he’s crawled up to your face, knees on either side of your head.

Oh.

“Gimme a kiss.”

You lean forward, lips pressing against his rough jeans. He smells good, a little like cigarettes but there’s that musk you love so much. You mouthe against him until he pulls your head back to the mattress by your hair.

He pulls down his jeans, freeing a mostly plump cock that flops onto your cheek. Oh man, it’s weighty. The nestle of curls at the base of it is like a magnet for your eyes, too.

“I can take it all the way,” you look up into those inscrutable eyes.

“Yeah? Prove it.”

You take the tip first, licking it lewdly, turning to the camera every so often like John had told you to– just let them see those eyes, honey. Show them how much you like it.

So you do. You give big, wide eyes as Simon gets impatient and starts tunnelling down your throat, shoulders trapped beneath his heavy thighs.

When you gag, he laughs lowly, keeping you there. He runs a rough thumb over the taut stretch of your upper lip, down to your lower lip, palm cradling your jaw.

“That’s a good girl,” he slides backwards, jeans scraping your nipples through your tanktop, hardly giving you but a moment before he's pushing back in. Rinse and repeat.

It’s like with John, only Simon’s cock is a little different. Longer, and curved where John’s is thicker. The tip pokes you in the back of the throat, sometimes at the roof of your mouth from the awkward angle.

You feel crushed underneath him despite your entire lower half being free, legs coming up and thighs squeezing together as the camera pans towards them and John murmurs, “show me that pussy, honey.”

So you spread your legs, humiliated at the gluk-gluk-gluk sound coming from your throat but gushing impossibly more under the camera’s lens.

“That’s a pretty picture,” Simon grunts, sliding out of your mouth to tap the head against your lips, letting you stick your tongue out and drool drip down your chin, “yeah. Keep your mouth open.”

This is mostly for the camera, the way he rubs himself on your face, the way you lay there and keep your mouth open. You don’t have to fake the desperation, but still.

Simon’s a pro.

He leans back, fingers finding your bare cunt and sliding a finger along your slit. Slippery, swollen, the contact is like drinking water in the desert. Like the satisfying pleasure-pain of pressing down a bruise.

His finger slides up and down shallowly, never stopping where you need it while you kiss the underside of his cock.

“This cock-hungry pussy’s soakin’ my fingers,” his eyes squint, like he’s grinning under the mask, “reckon I could solve a drought with this,” he lifts his finger to your mouth, slipping them in for you to taste yourself.

Where the fuck did John find this guy?

You play along, face burning, sucking his fingers with a soft moan.

After a moment, he leans back and gets off you, pulling your tanktop down as he does so your tits bounce back out. Hello again, ladies.

There’s a small moment of stalling where John sets the camera up on a tripod near the end of the bed and Simon drags you so your head is towards the headboard, and then it’s 3 2 1 action again.

“Hands on the headboard,” Simon gruffs, then slides onto his belly and presses his mask to your cunt. Your hands fly to the headboard, hanging on for dear life as he inhales through the fabric.

Jesus. He rubs the knit on your swollen pussy, up and down, spreading you open with his covered chin and then pressing his nose to your clit.

You don’t have to exaggerate your sounds. They come naturally, rising in pitch when he pushes his mask up just enough to see his pink, scarred lips wrap around your engorged clit.

He’s greedy, eating more to taste you than to please you.

When he lifts his head, mouth wet and tongue poking out to lick the remnants of your slick, stopping at the cusp of your orgasm, you give the camera at the end of the bed your best wounded animal look.

Simon doesn’t take his jeans off when he gets back up to his knees, shuffling to kneel between your legs.

You notice all too late that he hasn’t fingered you, not even a little dip. He’s licked you, sucked on your clit until you were keening, but there’s a deadly focus in his eyes as he puts the fat head of his cock against your hole that tells you you’re in trouble.

“Got a good look at this?,” he grunts, tilted towards the camera, “this is the best part.”

Oh fuck, he pushes in and it feels like a hydraulic press; crushing pressure, a sting, stretching taught around him as you gasp–

“Pinching me,” he curls his lip, abdomen tensing, “Jesus.”

“Oh god, fuck,” you shiver, trying to keep your knees spread, wincing and gasping in deep breaths for air as he carves a space inside you for himself.

“Relax,” he squeezes in further. Stretching, painful, intensely delicious, “relax that cunt for me, sweetheart. Let her get what she needs. ”

You try, only noticing John as he palms his bulge, watching your pussy struggling to take Simon’s cock.

It takes a few see-sawing movements of his hips before you finally loosen a little around him and he really lets loose. Doesn’t let you take a breath, just starts pounding like he’s getting a bonus for it and you shout with surprise.

A vision of an adventuring viking comes to mind, beaten and lashed by storm, the only respite to hang onto the mast in the middle of a ship… that’s the headboard for you.

He fucks like animal, but it’s still as graceful as the way he moved when he first entered the room. How can a man that looks so rough, is so big, roll his spine and slap his hips into yours in such a dancerly way? His pace is inhuman.

His cock spears into you like he’s digging for gold, tilted just so that you’re loud with how good it feels and almost wincing every time he pokes a little too deep.

You think maybe it’s on purpose, what with the way he stares down at you, big hands coming to hold your midsection and dig his fingers into your skin. 

Yeouch, that feels good.

“There she is,” he fucks you deep, unrelenting, groaning when he feels your hole start to squeeze, “doesn’t even need a hand, then,” he laughs.

He’s right. You don’t. Your abdomen squeezes, orgasm building, the first of its kind– without any kind of contact on your clit, that is.

You try to hold back for as long as possible, try to make eyes at the camera again, but you’re lost to the feeling of getting fucked so good and so deep. The feeling builds and builds and steamrolls you, legs shaking where they’re spread, ears going deaf with the blood rushing in them.

A scream bursts forth from your throat at the same time as you literally spray, slick soaking Simon’s jeans and the bottom of his t-shirt. 

There’s no time to be embarrassed with the hard, punitive thrusts he gives you as he rides his orgasm out behind yours, filling you up with hot come.

You’re boneless, after. Laying nice and still for John to get closeups of your creampie’d pussy, for Simon to rest his spent cock between your pussylips and grin under his mask, tucking himself back into his soiled jeans as John dismisses him.

He’s damp everywhere, but he strolls over to John’s little minibar area and pours himself a whiskey like it doesn’t bother him.

John doesn’t give you a break, either. He pans the camera to the mess on the bed, the wet spot you’d caused by squirting all over Simon’s cock.

John grins at you from behind the camera.

“You’re a natural, honey.”

[everrinsly]

a/n; thank you, everyone, for reading and the sweet comments! i don't have a vision for this series haha, just whatever comes up in my life that could also fit with the boys' too (and to practice 'crack' level writing that makes me giggle after a long day). this one reminds me of miss kiyoko (mrs. tanaka) heheh

a momager and her silly olympic team vibes.

missing shoes, olympics version. fluff. fem!reader. | not proofread.

more olympic team shenanigans here!

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The court gleamed under the intense, crystalline lights of the stadium—polished floors practically reflective. Poland’s flag fluttered proudly in one section of the stands while Japan’s dominated the other side, both held high by unwavering pride. As cameras flashed, announcers murmured into headsets, and fans filled every seat clad in national colors, the air buzzed with electric anticipation.

It was also the kind of anticipation that made the team focused as they stretched and bounced in their warmups.

Sakusa was bending his ultra-flexible wrists with ease. Suna was twisting his torso so far to the left that it nearly gave Iwaizumi a heart attack. And Ushijima led by example, doing his routine stretches with slow but methodical precision.

Everything was perfect. No pre-game stress—

“I LOST MY SHOES!”

Silence. Everyone turned to look at Hinata, who was frozen mid-panic-squat with just socks on and visibly vibrating with stress.

“I had them! Shit, I swear! I put them next to my bag and now they’re gone!”

He was rummaging through his duffle, pulling all sorts of random things out—protein bars, milk packets, electrolytes, a container of nicely peeled oranges (from you, by the way), and... a banana. Just the peel, no banana.

Suna stared blankly at him like he was witnessing a live disaster, one that he desperately wanted to post online (just to cause more chaos for Japan's PR team). His hands were already darting out toward his duffle to grab his phone.

Atsumu and Bokuto looked like they were ready to explode from laughter.

"Bro. What? How do you lose your shoes at the Olympics?"

"Shit—I don't know!"

"Are you sure you put them next to your bag?"

“I don't know!” Hinata was full-on wailing now. “Maybe someone took them?!”

"I mean... Poland's middle blocker is looking kinda suspicious over there."

"Look at his size compared to this stupid shrimp, Bo."

"Also, why would anyone want his crusty-ass shoes—?"

"CRUSTY-ASS—?!"

“OR MAYBE,” Atsumu called from the bench, cutting off Hinata's yell, “ya just forgot them. Again. Like when ya were startin' out with us in MSBY. Meian made ya do, like, twenty laps."

"You know, he also lost his shoes during Nationals," Kageyama quipped while doing a butterfly stretch. "I remember this trauma.”

"It was MISPLACED, smartass—"

Komori covered a snort with his towel. Bokuto looked absolutely thrilled. “Well, this is just like Nationals then!”

“No, it’s not!” Sakusa hissed. “That was just a metropolitan gym. This is the Olympics!”

Ushijima blinked, now sucking on a yogurt packet. “Did you not pack a spare?”

“WHO THE FUCK PACKS SPARE SHOES?”

(Ushijima did. He didn't just pack one extra pair, no. He packed two. Both pairs were even nicely labeled in permanent marker. But, of course, you couldn't tell that to Hinata, or he'd combust).

And who else?

You. You did.

You were standing at the bench, already halfway through the team’s emergency supply bag—breath held and heart pounding because of course Hinata would lose his shoes again, and of course you’d be ready.

Because even now, especially now, you knew him.

To the world, he was a 5'8 glory of a man—tan, muscular, kind, and indefinitely loyal... also proficient in Portuguese.

But to you, he was Hinata—your (man-child) sunshine. The boy who forgot to eat lunch if you didn't nag him a little. The boy who was terrible at written English even though he could use the language. The boy who needed a little extra comfort after a particularly intensive drill from Iwaizumi or a harsh scolding from Coach.

“There we go,” you whispered, yanking out a clean, pristine pair of new volleyball shoes. “I knew you’d do this again.”

Same color, same accent. White with red, bright and fiery.

Hinata gasped, turning to you like sunflower to sun.

“YOU’RE MY HERO, SWEETS!”

You nearly collided into him as he ran toward you, arms stretched wide. You held the shoes out. “Here, put these on. Quick. Don’t pull the laces too tight.”

You quickly glanced down at your watch before looking up again and locking eyes with Iwaizumi. "Ten more minutes until game time, so you'd better hurry, Sho."

He blinked at the shoes, then at you, then back again—smile soft and a little wobbly.

“You… you had them ready?”

You flushed under the bright lights. “Well—yeah. I mean. I remembered that time in Tokyo, and you looked so sad, and—”

“I LOVE YOU,” he declared dramatically, clutching the shoes to his chest.

Immediately, from the bench area—

Sakusa groaned.

Komori sighed.

Kageyama glared.

Suna muttered, “Wow.”

Atsumu was nearly on the verge of tears. “Why does he get all the love for a mistake HE made?! Can I fake a shoeless crisis? Will you cradle my career-saving feet too?”

Bokuto practically bounced. “What if I lose my jersey? Will you tackle me with a new one? Please?!”

You didn’t get a chance to answer, because Hinata had already plopped onto the bench beside you, tugging the shoes on like his life depended on it.

“Did I ruin everything?” he asked, voice quieter, sheepish now.

You knelt beside him, fixing the tongue of his left shoe, smoothing his sock into place. “You’re here, aren’t you? You’ve worked too hard to let one silly thing shake you.”

You looked up, meeting his eyes. “I believe in you, Sunshine.”

From behind the bench, Iwaizumi—clipboard in hand, eyes narrowed—muttered, “Okay. That’s the third time she’s called him sunshine this week. I’m keeping track now.”

Ushijima nodded solemnly. “He receives more sunlight than the rest of us.”

“You all get sunlight,” you giggled, rising with a blush. “He just loses his shoes more often.”

Komori deadpanned, “We’ll start misplacing things immediately.”

Suna casually unzipped his Team Japan jacket and let it fall to the floor. “Oops. Lost it. Help me.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, biting back a smile.

“And yet,” he smirked, “you like us ridiculous.”

Atsumu leaned over the bench, grinning stupidly in your face. “When do I get the special ‘I believe in you’ treatment, huh?”

Bokuto chimed in, wide-eyed glassy and lips pouty. “Can you at least pretend I’m your favorite once? Just for morale?”

You laughed and indulged in Bo just this once, hands leaning up to fix the tips of his droopy hair that had lost all their spike and spunk. "I did a three-way video call with you and Akaashi. I think that counts—"

Iwaizumi stepped in, blowing the whistle. “Warm-ups. Now. Five minutes. Everyone who’s not Hinata, stop acting like you're in middle school. Everyone who is Hinata—tie your damn laces.”

"IWA—we were having a moment!" Bokuto cried out.

"Next moment's mine, right?" Atsumu whispered in your ear, slinging his arms around you.

You laughed and pulled him off with a soft pat to his back. "Maybe if you get six aces."

Atsumu smirked, all dangerous and flirty. "Watch me, sweetheart."

You shook your head, a hint of a smile twitching on your lips, and they scattered back onto the court like overgrown toddlers. Except one—Hinata lingered by your side, tugging gently at your sleeve.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “Really.”

His hand found yours, intertwining your pinkies for just a second—like he'd done many times in high school. Only this time, it felt special—like a shared secret between the two of you.

You smiled, heart full and fluttering. “Just win, yeah?”

He nodded, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of your head. “For you, always.”

On the court, eight jealous men all glared in perfect sync.

"God—what kind of flirting did he learn in Brazil?"

"You wanna learn too?"

"Sure do."

[thegingerparty]

you're (not) on your own, kid

"So-so is that enough? For you to get a sample from?"

Alec looks up at him from the iPad with a raised eyebrow. "Dude, this is like. Twenty pages of writing. I'm pretty sure I'll be able to pull the letters I need from here."

Buck rubs his hands against his thighs, feeling clammy even though he's no stranger to needles by this point.

"O-okay, great! How, um, how long do you think this will take?"

Alec scratches their forehead while examining the scanned files Buck had emailed over before his appointment. "A few minutes, probably? Going to have my software pull out the letters we need and then we can go from there." They look back up at Buck. "You know what placement you want?"

Buck nods. "Yeah, the left wrist? If you can make it fit there."

"Shouldn't be a problem, I'll adjust the size when I print out the stencil." Alec stands up, then, and moves towards the computer at the back of the studio, leaving Buck at the bench.

His hands feel twitchy again, and he reaches over to grab the one lying next to him, squeezing tightly.

"You okay?" Tommy asks softly, and it's an echo of all those months ago, dinner in the loft when they first started dating, Buck grapling for the first time with what the loss of Bobby might mean for him.

He leans to the side, his shoulder digging into Tommy's. He allows the press of their bodies to seep through him like morphine in an IV line, let's the comfort soak into his pores like a sponge. As sure as Buck is that he wants to do this, he knows he wouldn't be able to without Tommy next to him, not without shattering into a million pieces the second the needle pierces his body.

"No," he answers finally. There's a soft scratch of calloused skin as Tommy's thumb smooths over the top of his hand. "But this is...not making it better, but." He stops, unsure how to explain it. This isn't going to fix anything, not really. But it's still going to mean something, to him, something that will hopefully cut deeper than his grief.

Tommy squeezes his hand again. "Yeah," he says. "I get it. You can carry him with you, now."

The sting of tears is all too familiar these days, but it still catches him by surprise now. He had had a nice, long cry in the shower this morning, and another smaller one on the drive over, Tommy's hand on his thigh the only thing keeping him from floating away from his body. Buck had thought he had cried out all his tears at least a dozen times by now, but miraculously his body keeps producing more.

Alec choses this moment to return to their little corner of the studio, stencil in hand and effectively cutting off the incoming spiral. "You ready?" they ask. Buck dashes away his tears haphazardly.

"Yeah," he says. "Let's do this." He squeezes Tommy even tighter, pulls their joined hands into his lap while Alec prepares their tray and rolls over on the little stool to the other side of Buck. They methodically clean off the section of his wrist where the tattoo will go and gently apply the stencil.

"How's that look?"

Perfect, is the answer. It doesn't even look like Alec pulled the letters individually from the recipe cards Buck had scanned for them, but like one fluid phrase, like all the separate pieces fit together seamlessly.

Heartbreaking, is the other answer, because he can still hear the echo in his mind, can still feel the gaping, empty void where he didn't say it back.

His hand flexes in Tommy's. "It looks great, Alec." his boyfriend answers for him. Alec peers at Buck for a moment before they nod, pulling out the tattoo gun and getting to work.

The familiar buzzing sounds starts, but Buck can only look at his white knuckled grip on Tommy. Normally he loves getting to watch, seeing the transformation happen in real time, but this one stings differently than usual.

Between one blink and the next, it's over. Alec is wrapping the Saniderm around his wrist, reciting the care instructions to the two of them. Tommy thanks him, somehow knowing Buck still isn't able to speak without breaking apart, and they walk back up front to pay.

Tommy doesn't take the exit for Buck's house, gets off one earlier instead. Buck lets him come around to open the door for him, grabs his hand as he gets out, knows it's the only think keeping him from sprinting in the other direction.

The gravestone still looks new, and a little wrong, the grass only just starting to grow over top of where the dirt was recently unearthed.

"Hey, Bobby," he starts. Stops, takes a breath, and then another, before trying again. "I, um. I have so...so much I want to say to you." he sniffles. "But I...I guess the main thing is that. That I love you, too. So much, Bobby. And I, uh. I'm sorry I didn't. Didn't say it back to you when I had the chance."

Tommy switches the hand in Buck's hold so that he can put his arm around his shoulders and pull him close. He presses a kiss to the top of his head.

"I think he still knew. Even if you didn't say it, he knew." he whispers.

Buck jerks his head in a poor approximation of a nod. "Still nice to hear, it though." he says.

Tommy hums softly. "In that case, I should probably tell you that I love you."

Despite himself Buck smiles a little. It's not the first time Tommy's told him, and it won't be the last, but like he just said, it's nice to hear it all the same.

"Love you, too." he replies. "Thanks for being here."

"No where else I'd rather be." And Buck knows, with absolute certainty, that Tommy means it.

He looks down at his wrist, at the ink that still feels like it's settling into his skin, making a home there.

"Me too."

I love you, kid.

[slytherin-pen]

Size Matters

pairing: Ruhn x Flynn x Ithan x Reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: sexual innuendos galore lmao

a/n: finally adding Crescent City to my masterlist! written for day 3 of @polysjmweek

Movie night was supposed to be relaxing. A nice, quiet evening with your three boyfriends, a ridiculous amount of snacks, and at least one action movie that Ithan would pretend he wasn’t totally invested in.

That was the plan, anyway. But leave it to your boyfriends to take up all the space with none left for you.

You couldn’t blame them entirely, though. After a few years of dating the boys, you had moved into Ruhn’s house with them. A house that was already begging for more space after Ithan moved in, claiming the fourth and final bedroom. That meant you didn’t get your own room but cycled through sleeping with one of the boys each night instead. It worked great for you. You were never alone, and even if one of them had been busy all day, you could still snuggle with them all night to make up for it. It was a perfect situation, except for times like these.

You stared at the sectional couch in front of you. Ruhn had already claimed the left side, his legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back like the prince he was. Ithan had taken the middle, lounging like he wasn’t built like a damn tank, feet propped up on the coffee table. And Flynn was sprawled on the right, legs wide, arms stretched across the cushions like he was trying to take up as much space as possible.

You eyed the tiny open spaces between them, your bottom lip sticking out in a small pout. “You didn’t leave enough room for me.”

Ithan glanced at you and immediately read the situation, shifting slightly—barely enough to make a difference.

“You can fit,” he said, but you weren’t convinced.

Flynn patted his lap. “Or,” he drawled, “You could sit here.”

Ruhn shot him a glare. “You don’t get to hog her tonight, Flynn.”

Flynn feigned offense, gasping and placing a hand over his heart. “I don’t hog her. I just love and appreciate her more than you assholes.”

Ithan shoved him hard enough to make an audible oof.

You sighed dramatically. “Guess I’ll just sit on the floor like some kind of peasant.”

Immediately, three different voices spoke at once.

“Like Hel, you will.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Just sit on me.”

Ruhn rolled his eyes but grabbed your wrist, tugging you onto his lap before you could even argue. You yelped at the sudden movement, but he was warm, solid, and—okay, this wasn’t the worst seat in the world.

Ithan smirked. “Guess that settles it.”

But Flynn took one look at the situation and groaned. “Oh, come on. Ruhn gets lap privileges? That’s favoritism.”

Ruhn smirked. “You snooze, you lose.”

Flynn grumbled, but instead of moving over to make space, he flopped sideways so his head ended up right in your lap, his long legs draped over Ithan.

“There,” he said with a satisfied sigh. “Problem solved.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You just managed to take up even more room.”

Flynn grinned up at you. “But now I’m comfortable, and my lovely girlfriend can play with my hair.”

Ithan looked like he was about to strangle him, but you just laughed as he scooted to the other end of the couch. Ruhn’s arms tightened around your waist, and as the movie finally started, you ran your fingers through Flynn’s hair. Ithan stretched his arm toward you so he could twirl the ends of your hair.

“We need a bigger couch,” you said.

Ruhn craned his neck so he could meet your eyes. “How much bigger can it get? We already have a large couch.”

You hummed, shimmying to burrow deeper into Ruhn’s arms. “We could get a couch meant for the angels. They make them extra wide and long.”

“I know what else is extra wide and long,” Flynn chimed in, his voice slightly muffled by your thighs.

You smacked him in the head at the same time Ithan pinched his leg.

“Ow!”

Ruhn chuckled. “Told you that dirty mouth was going to get you in trouble.”

“As if,” Flynn scoffed. “She loves my dirty mouth, don’t you, babe?”

You blushed furiously, burying your face into Ruhn’s neck. “No comment,” you mumbled.

All three boys laughed.

“A bigger couch isn’t a bad idea,” Ithan said. “But where would we put it?”

You removed your face from Ruhn’s neck to respond. “We move the pool table, and then we’d have plenty of room.”

“Not the pool table,” Ruhn whined.

“Don’t tell me you’d choose a pool table over your girlfriend,” you deadpanned while side-eyeing him.

“Of course not,” he said, his tattooed hand running up and down your side. “But why do I have to choose? If my memory serves me correctly, we’ve had lots of fun on that pool table.”

“Would you stop it with the innuendos?” you said, smacking his chest. “I swear it’s like I live with a bunch of animals. Except you, Ithan. You’re tame.”

Ithan grinned. “Come over here, sweetheart. I’ll protect you from their vulgarity.”

“Don’t you dare,” Ruhn warned, but it was too late.

You crawled out of Ruhn’s lap and across Flynn, who groaned when your knee dug into his stomach. Ithan grabbed you by the hips and placed you across his lap, your back to the arm of the couch.

“That’s better,” Ithan said, placing a kiss on your temple. “No more corrupting our girlfriend.”

“Too late for that,” Flynn laughed. “She was corrupted when we had sex in the—“

You interrupted him with a throw pillow to the face. “Stop it,” you scolded. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Aw, don’t be embarrassed, baby,” Ruhn said, his tone empathetic. “You’re just so cute when you blush. And you can hardly blame us for looking back on those times fondly. We’re some lucky bastards for finding such a beautiful girl who puts up with our shit.”

“I don’t put up with anything,” you retorted. “I made Flynn clean up his pigsty of a room just two days ago.”

“It was not a pigsty! It was just a little messy.”

“It was a pigsty. Smelt like one too.”

“Now you’re just being mean,” Flynn pouted.

“Oh, my poor baby,” you cooed. “Should I call your mommy?”

“I didn’t know you had a mommy kink,” Flynn smirked.

“You asshole!”

You launch out of Ithan’s lap and land on Flynn, tickling that spot under his ribs.

The sound of Ithan and Ruhn’s laughter, and Flynn’s pleas for mercy drowned out the movie.

“Ok! Ok, I’m sorry! Please!”

“Promise you’ll behave!”

“I will, I will,” Flynn swore between fits of laughter.

You relented, settling down between Flynn and Ithan. You were squished, your shoulders caved inward to make room for their massive biceps but you were so warm and cozy you didn’t mind.

Ruhn leaned toward the coffee table and grabbed two bowls of popcorn, handing one off to you to share with Ithan. All four of you finally relaxed comfortably on the couch, joking about the characters’ poor decisions in the movie.

You sighed, leaning your head on Ithan’s shoulder and curling your legs to lay in Flynn’s lap. Flynn grabbed one of your socked feet and squeezed gently.

Your couch might not be big enough for the four of you, but your hearts certainly were.

[nmn-yty]

— ๋࣭ ⭑࿐ first time ｡o♡⋆˚｡⋆.

read part 1: here!!!

pairing: lee know x reader

summary: caring for a bunny seemed harder than you thought

tags: 「SFW! fluff! (ik the title is misleading but i promise this is all fluff!) | hybrid!lee know | referring to lee know as minho | soft!lee know (he's even cuter in this one) | hyper lee know>< | bunny bath time! | the neediest bunny ever | another sweet little kiss! | reader has no gender」

word count: 1.7k

a/n: back at it again! ik ive said it so many times throughout my blog but im truly thankful for all the likes and reblogs(◞‸◟)♡ this will not be the last of my bunny lee know endeavor but stay tuned for more hybrid, skz, and kpop stories in the meantime! also keep in mind that ive never owned any pets so the animal behavior is based on memory of things ive seen online, dont come for me pls>< anyways, i hope this one lives up to the hype of the first part, enjoy!!! (also i apologize for not posting sooner><)

+ stylized lowercase, missing punctuation (not done on purpose), and minimal revisions

a few days in and the days seemed to get harder and harder for you. not because minho was causing you any trouble, but because the fluttery feeling in your stomach kept growing the more you spent time with him. it was scary how perfect he was in every way.

you were sitting on your couch enjoying a nice hot drink, when the familiar sound of thumping on the wood floor caught your attention. you looked down to find a playful bunny minho. he was scurrying around your feet, even moving his paws to your legs.

"what's wrong?" you set your drink down on the table in front of you.

minho kept on pawing at your legs. you reached down to pick him up, placing him in your lap.

"i can't understand you when you're in the form, you know?"

he looked up at you with a nonchalant expression, you expected nothing out of him. before you knew it, you had a hybrid minho sitting in your lap bridal style, hands wrapped around your neck. the weight and size change startled you, but he loved to tease you and transform whenever he pleased.

"can i please go outside for a bit?" he was really bouncy and sounded out of breath. you had to remind yourself that he was a wild animal. although you took him in to stay in your house, his animal instincts couldn't be suppressed.

"okay, but only for a little-" he cut your sentence off by changing back into a bunny, still knocking you off guard.

he scurried off your lap and towards the back hallway, scratching at the door for you to open it. he looked back at you with those big dark eyes. they always sparkled perfectly in the right lighting. seeing him being all hyper as an animal was truly so endearing. you've always wanted someone like him in your life. the universe definitely planned out your lives to be intertwined.

you rolled your eyes from his fast movements and got up. the second you opened the door wide enough for him to fit, he dashed out onto the grass. it has still been snowy for the past couple of days, but today the grass held a light layer of snow from earlier that day.

he was hopping around the entire yard, sniffing around bushes, chewing on some of the obtainable food he could get his mouth on. you could see the footprints and tracks beginning to circle around the snow. the whole surface of your yard was being fully inspected by him.

you couldn't help but sit down by the steps of your back porch. hugging your knees in admiration, you followed minho's path all throughout the whole time you were out there. you couldn't help but get flustered about the racing thoughts in your mind. something as simple as watching him be comfortable in his environment made you feel at ease.

what you didn't know was minho found himself wanting to be human more for the both of you. it was exhausting for him at times, but he couldn't help but laugh with you, smile with you, feel with you. he never got to experience these moments with anyone before. he wanted each adventure with you to last for hours.

he looked up to find you staring at him, which made his heart race faster than it normally should. draining energy fast, he flopped on his back, waving his paws and feet in the air. getting a chuckle out of you from the distance, he felt satisfied. the sudden urge to dig overwhelmed his thoughts, getting back to his feet and digging straight down from where he was standing.

luckily, you had your mind to distract you from his actions. he started to go feral, getting the dirt and snow all over his face.

drifting away from your daydream, you found your white fluffy bunny turning brown from the dirt and snow.

"minho, no!" you quickly ran over to him, making him realize he was likely in big trouble. thinking two steps ahead, he dove out of your attempt to grab him. shocked and stunned, you still chased after him. he was running steadily back towards the house. the universe was on your side though, as the back door was closed and all minho could do was try to reach up and grab the handle. however, being in his small form, he failed miserably.

"cmon silly," you bent down to grab the squirming animal in your arms, the warmth from your body making him docile and shut down.

once you got to the bathroom upstairs, you gently set minho on the floor. his eyes were slowly closing and he tried his best to keep them open again. before he could fall asleep, he jolted himself awake, which unfortunately turned him into his hybrid form.

"do you want me to take my clothes off so you can bathe me?"

his question made you whip your head around in shock, stuttering nonsense to try and distract yourself from the image of himself being naked in front of you.

"dont be difficult... turn into a bunny so i can wash you quickly."

he let out a small whine, almost like it was his plan all along to get dirty and have this scenario go his way.

you crossed your arms and gave him a dissatisfied look. you weren't really mad at him, you just wanted the day to end quicker so you two could snuggle in bed together.

one big movement turned him small again, he hopped onto your legs, as you had knelt down to get comfortable. you turned on the water in your bathtub and ran some warm water about two or three inches from the bottom. placing him inside the tub, you grabbed a cup to scoop up the water onto his body. the first rinse was quick, he even shook some water off himself like a dog which made you smile.

the scrubbing process also went by fast, working your fingers gently through his coat, the dirt coming off completely. you picked up the cup again, filling it with water. washing the soap away, he shook his body again, trying to dry up as fast as he could.

"calm down minho! ill dry you off in a second."

the water beginning to flow down the drain, you picked up a sopping wet minho from the tub and placed him on the rug next to you. the towel to dry him was hanging on the side of the tub. you laid it flat against your lap, picking him up again and placing him on top of the towel.

you wrapped him up in the towel, trying your best not to cover up his face. you patted and rubbed the cloth into his body, making sure to cover all the spots. his ears, his tail, and his paws all becoming dry and fluffy again.

he hopped off of your lap, turning to his hybrid form. this time you expected something from that big of a leap. you were starting to learn and master his behaviors. he was sat on the floor facing you. for some reason, his hair and ears were still wet in this form. he held one of his ears out, squeezing it to wring out the remaining water off himself. you got to your knees and threw the towel over his head. going a little harder this time, you scrubbed his hair dry to the best of your ability. you noticed him closing his eyes in comfort, especially when you got to his ears.

he looked up at you through his messy hair. he hummed softly, he was so happy you were taking such good care of him. not noticing at all, when you removed the towel his bunny ears went away. he was noticeably more dry and your job was done. you turned around slightly to drape the towel on the tub again.

he let out a cute yawn, so ready to flop into bed and get some sleep. when you turned back around you couldn't help but notice some brown specks on his face. did he have freckles this whole time and you were just too star struck to notice? you reached out to rub his face, making him freeze and have his full semi-conscious attention to your actions. the specks turned to brown streaks against his skin.

"youve been digging so much in the dirt, come here."

he scooted over to you, patiently waiting for anything to happen next. you realized now his nose and cheeks were lightly covered in dirt. you reached over for a new towel and quickly turned the faucet on to run some water on it. swiping the warm cloth on his cheeks, his face became very pink. you didn't know if it was because of the pressure you applied to his face, or if he was actually having some emotional reaction to this.

his gaze was so sensual, almost like his mind had gone to mush and he could only display emotions of pure submission. his thoughts became chaotic, trying to resist the urge to tackle you and have you all to himself.

after a while you could feel your face burning up, scared about any of his next moves or words.

"why are you looking at me like that?" the dirt was almost gone. you moved closer to his face, only inches away in order to get the last bits off.

minho didn't answer you, instead he stared more intensely at you, patiently waiting for you to finish. putting the towel down, you gently rubbed the wetness off his face. even more skin to skin contact was making him lose control. the hue of pink showing from his face becoming almost cartoon like.

"mm tired," his eyes began to droop again. he wanted his last conscious thought to be that he was secure next to you. as dramatic as ever, he laid out his body in your lap, slowly beginning to drift off and finally recharge.

this feeling was starting to become a natural occurrence in your daily lives. whether he was a small bunny, a cute hybrid, or a human who could actually sweep you off your feet, you had him. he felt safe around you and wanted to be near you. using one hand to meet his hand, rubbing it gently to soothe him, you used your other hand to play with his hair. even as a human, he was still soft and cuddly. you bent down to place a small kiss on his head, making him nuzzle himself deeper into you.

part 3 is up! click here!!!

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© nmn-yty ★ 6.07.2024

[littlemissmanga]

The Slow Stretch

Pairing: Wrecker x f!Reader

Warnings: This is all spice. Rated E for explicit. There's no plot. Barely a framing device. Size kink, like really that's 90% of it, praise kink is also strong in this one. 18+ only please, if you don't like smut please don't interact but do not put a label on this!

Also, lazy writing but Tumblr wouldn't let me use bullets so I apologize this isn't as smooth as some of my other stuff. It is still pretty delicious, if I do say so myself.

W/C: 1,713

Summary: I had a very vivid thought about what a session with Wrecker would look like if you had a harder time taking him. Guys this thot consumed me and then I imagined how he'd encourage you through that and what soft praise would sound like coming from him ... and I became so unwell I had to get this written. It's pure filth. Enjoy.

Imagine sitting on Wrecker’s lap, three of his fingers buried in your cunt. He doesn’t move them, doesn’t curl them to make you see stars. He’s learned that’s how you get too overstimulated too quick.

But he has to prepare you, to make you come just enough that your tight walls can relax enough to accept his much larger size.

So he just holds you close on his lap, knuckles deep in your pussy as he coos at you to relax.

“I got ya, pretty girl,” he says, his large, warm hand rubbing soothingly on your lower stomach, pressing down just a little. It wasn’t much at all, but it was enough to force you further down on his fingers, the calloused tips now brushing mind numbingly against a spot that makes your vision blur. “Don’t clench, baby. Keep them muscles nice an’ relaxed for me. You can do it, I know you can.”

You don’t want to disappoint him, so you focus as hard as you can, concentration cutting through the fuzzy pleasure vibrating through your core as you force yourself to unclench your muscles and melt into his warm, broad chest behind you.

 “Tha’s it. That’s perfect, sweetheart.” His other hand comes down to draw gentle yet firm circles directly on your clit, forcing bolts of electricity through you. “One more. Just gotta give me one more an’ I think I can fit.”

You shiver on him, around him as his relentless assault on your clit gives you no other choice than to surrender to the pleasure as he rips it from your body … leaving you perfectly boneless and ready for him.

“Please, Wreck, please. Wanna feel full.”

With a deftness you’ve come to expect from Wrecker, he presses his fingers deeper, pushing against that tantalizing spot just once more before replacing them with his cock. He pushes in slowly, pulling you back so your head rests on his shoulder. He can see your face now, his eyes never leaving it, alert for any hint of discomfort even as he groans deep at the incredible way your walls constrict around him as he lowers you onto him.

Your back arches off him, your legs curling instinctively to give him more room, to spread yourself further to ease his progress. You vaguely remember you need to relax, but the stretch of him everywhere inside you, pressing not just against one pleasurable spot but all of them at once … It’s involuntary the way you convulse around him, the pleasure from one area flaring up before the pleasure from another can even fade.

Never before have you understood what it meant to be so deliciously full. You lose coherent thought, your entire being focused on experiencing the sensations coursing through your nerves.

Wrecker pauses as he all but bottoms out, just a few inches unable to sit inside you comfortably. Doesn’t matter. All he can focus on is breathing. The way your walls undulate around him, the way he can feel the intense pleasure ricochet through your body and into his threatens to push him over the edge.

“Shhh, pretty girl … need you to relax. I don’t wanna end this too soon, d’you?”

You whimper and shake your head back and forth dramatically. Still trapped in a hazy fog, forming words is beyond you but you need to make your immense displeasure at the idea of him leaving you empty and wanting after pushing you over the edge of heaven known.

“Tha’s good. So take a deep breath for me.” Again, his hands came to rub soothingly against you, this time trailing along your sides from your knee to your ribs and back again. You could feel Wrecker’s chest expand with each deep breath, a warm encouragement for you to do the same. So you did. Over, and over, until the tension slowly leeches from your muscles.

Soon, the desperation fades as well. But the pleasurable haze does not. It leaves you pliant and dazed on Wrecker’s lap. You remain draped back over him, but now your limbs hang limp. You trust him to keep you upright.

 He moves your legs outside his own, spreading you wide around him. Looking down, he can see how wet and puffy your lips are, so red and swollen around him. He groans into your shoulder and feels his cock twitch inside you. You cry out instantly, but don’t tense beyond a quick pulse he could tell you couldn’t control.

“Take me so good, sweetheart. Knew you’d be able ta do it.”

You hum in contentment. This is what you were craving when you approached Wrecker earlier. It wasn’t just to make the most out of your precious alone time. But a bone-deep need to be consumed by him. And now you were.

“You okay? Don’ go quiet on me now.”

A gentle press of his knuckles — still a little wet from your juices — turns your head to face Wrecker, a gentle smile trying to hide the glimmer of concern in his eyes.

“M’fine,” you manage to mumble. You decide actions are easier, so you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, lips brushing his sensitive skin there and curling into a smile at the choked sound he makes in response. “So fine. So full. ‘T’s perfect.”

“Good.” He pushes your legs together, mindful of the strain he must have put on you keeping you spread open. The movement draws a prolonged moan from you, but it’s gentle enough to keep you from getting desperate again. His thumbs run firm strokes against the top insides of your thighs before circling around your middle and holding you to him.

He knows it won’t be long before the pressure that’s blissing you out now will turn to pain soon. The constant stimulation wears you out quickly. That’s why he loves when you get like this — needy not for how he can take you, but just for him. He craves getting to hold you close and feel you surround him just as much as he sees you crave him filling you to your breaking point. A small thrill runs through him, knowing only he can make you feel this full, this good.

Eventually, once your cunt has completely relaxed around him, when your eyes have closed and even your pleasant little hums have quieted, Wrecker brings his hand once again to your clit. This time, he keeps his strokes gentle, coaxing your next orgasm from you. “Doin’ so good for me. Lettin’ me play with ya an’ stretch you out like this.”

For once Wrecker’s voice is subdued. He’s not whispering, but his gentle rasp is the softest you’ve ever heard him before. It rumbles through you, waking you slowly from the foggy, trance-like state you fell into. Without thinking, you shift your hips, trying to catch that slight tickle that made your sensitive flesh tingle.

And then you do. His rough thumb catches on the hood of your clit, making you clench all at once around him. Your hands fly to his forearms that are caging you in on either side of your hips, squeezing at the intensity you’re feeling.

“Hold on to me all ya need. I got ya.” Wrecker’s free hand flexes under your thigh as his other continues its almost painfully gentle ministrations.

“R-right there,” you breathe, knowing Wrecker is out of patience and you are out of time. With a hum, Wrecker focuses his attention repeating the motion to your exact request. But he keeps his pace smooth and controlled. He knows this is gonna be intense for you. So he’s gonna be as gentle as he can.

The slow, steady push combined with how deliciously Wrecker fills you guides you to the edge of what you know will be an intense orgasm. His steady strokes leaving no question to the exact moment your body will be pushed over. Even so, you’re still unprepared when it happens.

“Let me feel you, sweetheart.”

Every since inch of your body tenses as you seize in pleasure. The walls of your cunt spasm harshly, simultaneously pulling Wrecker ever deeper and pushing him out all at once.

You can barely feel your body. All you know is the bliss that wraps every inch of you in its embrace.

But Wrecker can definitely feel your body. Can feel the way your walls threaten to strangle him and he would happily welcome it at this rate. His hips begin finally thrusting into you as his thumb continues its assault on your clit, noticing the way you jump at each pass.

“WRECK” The cry is ripped from your throat as a wall hits you.

But Wrecker’s attention is pulled by the feel of water hitting his legs. He curses when he looks down to see he’s soaked. “Kark I love when you squirt all over me.”

You can only moan as he fucks you hard now, seeking his release as your body finally offers absolutely no resistance. Absently, you can feel the way you drip around him. Delight zings the edges of your consciousness as you realize to yourself, I was able to take him.

The indulgent satisfaction only intensifies, melting into a lava that crawls through your veins as Wrecker grunts once more into your neck and after two more thrusts, presses himself as deep as he can get to come inside you.

Neither of you move for a moment, too overstimulated and sore. Soon, though, Wrecker wraps you in his arms and, as slowly as he can, pulls himself from you, earning several shivers and whimpers. He coos and presses kisses to the side of your face and forehead at each one to soothe the sting.

Finally, when he’s completely out, you both groan in unison. You can feel the surge of his cum leaking out of you, cooling the abused flesh of your hole. And based on the angle of his eyes, he’s watching it drip out of you on to the floor below.

“I’ll get ya cleaned up,” he offers in a hoarse voice.

You tighten your grip on his arms. “Just … just hold me a little more?”

You can feel his lips stretch against the top of your head. “’Course. Long as you need.”

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Divider art by @pinkiemme, divider by @freesia-writes

[zombiesthetic]

THOMAS HEWITT WITH A PLUS SIZE S/O . . .

pairing . . . thomas hewitt x plus size!fem reader

warnings . . . hoyt ( he needs his own warning ) , no insecurities or self doubt but mentions of having "bad days" because let's be real, we all have those days.

comments , likes , and reposts are appreciated !

★ let us be real for a moment. thomas would 100% love a woman who has some meat on her bones. someone he doesn't have to treat like fine china.

★ you have curves? he's running his hands over them.

★ you have hip dips? perfect place for him to put his hands.

★ you have nice, soft, plush thighs? it's a perfect place for him to rest his head after a long day of hunting and killing.

★ you have a soft stomach? another amazing place for him to rest his head. it's like his own personal pillow and he loves it.

★ oh. and don't ever let this man see you in a dress. your curves, your soft stomach, your wide hips, your full breasts that threaten to spill out of the top and sides, oh dear lord. it takes everything in him not to stop what he's doing, throw you over his shoulder, and take you to the basement to do ungodly things that luda mae would definitely not approve of.

★ luda mae would definitely talk to him about you having nice "birthing hips". it would confuse the hell out of him. how did she know you had nice birthing hips just by looking at them? but once that idea was planted in his head . . . it's game over.

★ he loves it when you sit in his lap. the feeling of your weight being on him makes his head go fuzzy. ad you better believe that if you don't put your full weight on him, he's tugging you down til you're fully seated.

★ he just loves you. he loves every single thing about you.

★ he loves you even when you have your bad days. you know the days where you don't feel your best? he's right by your side and in his own way, he's telling you he loves everything about you. sure, there's a huge conversation barrier, but you know what he's trying to say.

★ if hoyt even dares to make a snide comment, thomas is locked and loaded, ready to take his brother/uncle down to the basement to butcher him.

★ after a close encounter with tommy's chainsaw, hoyt never said anything again. at least not when tommy could hear him.

★ but all it takes is for you to threaten to tell tommy and hoyt is shutting his mouth. that man really doesn't want to become a victim.

★ when it comes to cuddling, tommy likes to be little spoon. nothing you say can change my mind.

★ after a long day of killing and butchering, all he wants is to lay down on top of you with his head buried in your chest while you run your hand though his dark curls.

★ he's so used to be forced to "be a man" by hoyt, he likes that he doesn't have to be a big macho man when he's with you.

★ of course, he'll put on a "i run this relationship" act in front of hoyt, but when it's just you two. man, is this boy whipped. you tell him to do something, it'll be done within the hour. and of course, it's the other way around too.

★ in the beginning you had to sit him down and tell him that relationships don't have an "owner" and a "pet" like hoyt had always told him.

★ because of hoyt's constant talk of how relationships are "supposed to be", tommy didn't really want to be in a relationship. he didn't like the idea of having to "own" someone.

★ but after you had a nice sit down conversation with him, he liked the idea of being in a 50/50 relationship. you respect and love him and he respects and loves you.

★ in reality, you had to teach tommy a lot of things. but the good thing is . . . tommy is a very fast learner. in more ways than one. *wink* *wink*

★ tommy is really good with his hands. no, not in that way. get your head out of the gutter.

★ if you liked a piece of jewelry one of the victims were wearing but it didn't fit you, tommy would craft it to fit you. you mentioned a ring you liked, but it was a few sizes too small? this man is cutting the band and making it adjustable.

★ you like a necklace but it doesn't quite fit your neck how you want it too? he's stealing a chain from another victim and adding it to the necklace so it'll fit you.

★ you liked a piece of clothing but it's too small? this man is cleaning his sewing machine and creating an entire new piece of clothing with you. ( after he has luda mae get the blood stains out because that woman is scarily good at getting blood stains out of things. )

★ his love language is acts of service and gift giving, obviously.

★ he likes doing things for you and he really loves giving you things.

★ after he's done working in the barn, during his walk back to the house, if he sees a flower that sprouted in the yard, he'll grab it and give it to you.

CREDITS . . . divider by @cafekitsune

MASTERLIST

[nervouseden]

Loki & Kisses.

Pairing: Loki x G/N reader.

Warnings: Kisses, touching, dirty talk, no use of Y/N, gender neutral reader, reader not described, reassurance, Loki (Yes Loki is a warning, he's hot, and sweet, and perfect.), fluffy, leaning on smut, established relationship, use of pet names (Darling, Love, Sweetness, ect.), biting, (light) choking, suggestive ending, silly little head canons, praise, Loki is sweet, kinda a drabble,

These are some of my head canons for Loki revolving around kisses/kissing. The second section is where things start getting more... spicy...?

Although he'd never admit it, Loki loves to kiss you. Everywhere. All the time.

Loki likes to sneak up on you, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around you, placing soft pecks on your shoulder blades and neck.

He'll mutter sweet words to you as his soft lips shower you in affection

"You're so perfect, Darling."

"Taste so sweet."

"You're my favorite."

"Miss you all the time, Love."

It doesn't matter if you're shorter, taller, or the same height as Loki, he'll find a way to rest his chin on your head or shoulders...He can shapeshift, after all.

Loki loves forehead and chin kisses, giving and receiving.

He likes to pepper your face in kisses, especially when you lay on the couch together, which puts him at the perfect angle to attack you with soft lips.

If you're wearing something (or nothing) that shows your shoulders, Loki pounces.

He'll wrap one arm around your waist, the other hand rubbing your shoulder as he kisses it.

The shoulder kisses usually evolve into love bites.

Loki will gently press his teeth into your shoulder, not enough to hurt, but enough to leave a small mark, one he'll skim with his lips throughout the day, and possibly the night.

Hand kisses are another favorite.

Loki will take your hand, pressing his lips to each knuckle, murmuring about how much he loves you as he does so.

"My angel."

"I love, sweetness."

"You're everything to me."

He'll turn your hand over, so your palm is facing up, and will press his lips to the big vein under your wrist.

Loki will move from your wrist, to your palm, peppering chaste kisses to every inch of it.

Then he'll kiss the tips of your fingers.

He secretly loves it when you kiss his hands.

Loki likes to pull you onto his lap, he doesn't care if you're bigger or smaller than him, he does it anyway.

If you're ever insecure or worried when you're on his lap, Loki will do everything in his power to rid you of those thoughts.

"Hush, Darling, you're perfect."

"I like having you on me, you're like my own life sized Teddie bear."

"But you fit into my lap so perfectly."

"I'm a god, Love, you're like having a kitten on my legs, relax."

"But you're so warm, don't go."

When you're on his lap is his favorite time to kiss you.

Loki will wrap his hand around your chin, gently pulling your face towards his, pressing his forehead against yours before joining your lips.

No matter what, it doesn't matter what he's eaten, or had to eat, or anything, Loki always tastes like a mix of mint and the way pine trees smell. It's strange, but nice.

Loki's kisses start out gently and soft, never wanting to make you feel uncomfortable or pressured.

He holds your face in his hand, the other resting on your knee, rubbing small, affectionate designs on your skin.

Loki will always follow your lead.

If you keep the kiss slow and soft, affectionate and innocent, he'll work with that, pouring his love into your lips through gentle kisses.

He'll just have to ignore his boner want for more.

He's gotten good at that.

But, if you decide to press forward, putting more heat into the kiss, Loki will happily oblige.

Loki moves his hand a little higher up your leg, gently squeezing your mid/lower thigh.

He'll swipe his skilled tongue across your lips, a warning before he dips his tongue into your mouth, pressing against yours.

Loki will gently push you down onto your back, a growl leaving him as he climbs over your body, his lips crashing with yours non-stop.

"Fuckin' perfect."

"Look so good under me,"

"You taste so good, Darling."

Loki never fails to praise you.

Even if it's not a turn on for you, it definitely is for him.

He'll grip your cheek with one hand, gently holding you in place as he assaults your mouth with kisses and nips (although he doesn't hold you so tight you can't move away, he never would, he doesn't want to hurt you. Ever.)

Speaking of that, Loki's lustful love bites don't stop at your shoulders.

Loki gently bites on your bottom lip, pulling back slightly, sucking on your lip before going back to kissing you.

The hand that isn't holding your face, runs up your body, his slender fingers wrapping around your neck, barely squeezing the sides every now and again. Never enough to hurt you.

Loki will keep you on your toes, randomly squeezing your neck or biting your lip.

He knows that unfortunately, even though he never wants to stop kissing your perfect lips, you do need to breathe. Bummer.

His lips will hesitantly leave yours, but will never leave you.

Loki will travel his kisses to your jaw, biting and sucking at your skin, going for all your sensitive spots.

"Wanna make you scream for me, Love."

Loki loves his dirty talk. So do you.

"Gonna worship you."

Loki isn't lying when he says that– He takes his sweet time.

Loki will move from your jaw to your neck, resting his tongue flat against the hollow of your throat, then licking a strip up to your chin.

"Taste so sweet."

He'll suck, bite, kiss, and lick your neck, never leaving one spot untouched, unappreciated.

"Gods, Darling, you are incredible."

Somehow, you're usually not entirely sure when, your shirt came off.

Now, Loki is sucking on one of his many love bites on your shoulder from earlier.

"Divinity in itself,"

Loki's praises never cease as he starts to kiss your sternum, his hand still occasionally squeezing your neck, often in time with small bites.

"I love you so much, sweet thing."

Loki will kiss and nip his way down your stomach from your abdomen, looking you in the eyes as he makes his way towards his prize, pulling your pants down your body.

"Valhalla..."

Thank you for reading my silly little head canons!

The dividers are not mine, made by Firefly-graphics.

[xxsugarbones]

-as a kite 🪁

-just 🍃smoking🍃 with your fave character

cw- implied afab!reader but no terms used, heavily implied plus size reader, dr*g usage (weed), brief mention of oral (reader rec.), brief mention of p in v, shotgunning at the end

wc - 1.1k

|| an - hello!! this is my first post so pls be nice because i am terrified of posting this lmfao. very clearly inspired by the fact that i am currently high as a kite and these are just my cheeky little delulu ramblings 😭 This is obviously very self indulgent because all i can every think about doing while high is these kinds of scenarios 😮‍💨

pls enjoy!!

Lately I’ve been thinking about smoking with my faves- or even just getting high with them in general. Whether it be edibles, smoking joints, or smoking cones.

But to be very specific, instead of having edibles or smoking a joint, you two are sharing a bong. Short, but slender, the perfect little “pocket rocket” as you liked to call it. Perfect for travelling, and for moments like these, so he doesn’t burn himself too easily.

He’s got you straddling his lap, one of your hands holding the bong up to your lips and the other resting just atop his wrist, holding him still. One of his own hands held the lighter to the cone piece, allowing you to take the deep inhale, while the other made sure to keep your loose hair pushed back with two fingers, almost cupping your face in the process. He could feel the heat from the lighter on the thin skin of his wrist, but he paid no mind to it, instead watching the way the thick white smoke filled the chamber. You almost finished the entirety of the pull but had to pull back just towards the end, eyes closed and head quickly throwing back. Thick, rolling ‘o’ shaped puffs of smoke were blown from your mouth, and he watched them rise up, rolling for a good few seconds before they slowly dispersed.

“Ooh, nice ones, baby. Think they’re the best ones you’ve done so far.” He praised, moving the hand from your hair down your neck, running it gently along your torso and hip, until letting it come to rest on your thigh to keep you steady. Which turned out to be a good move, because a few seconds later you moved the hand from his wrist, tucking your mouth into your elbow and coughing. He chuckled, shaking his head and taking the bong from you, setting it to the side and raising his hand to carefully help rub over your chest to try and soothe the burning feeling with his warm palm. The coughing fit lasts for a few seconds, before you can finally relax, letting out a shaky sigh. You opened your eyes, little tears from how rough the fit was wetting the corner of your bloodshot eyes, and a sheepish little smile pulling your lips upwards. He laughed and just how high you actually looked.

“Oh honey.” He cooed, reaching for the little bottle of water he’d kept by his side just in case. He slipped it into your hands, and you thanked him sweetly, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip. He watched your throat bob ever so slightly as you swallowed the water, and he hummed out a lazy “no worries” in response. He watched you fully relax again, screwing the cap back on and setting it back down and your sides.

“Y’feelin’ better now?” He cooed, his hand sliding down the centre of your chest, making your cheeks flush at the intimate touch, and smoothing it down your stomach, your muscles twitching a little at the almost ghostly touches. You weren’t ticklish, but that particular spot, just above your pubic bone, the soft pudge of your stomach was sensitive to his touch. He enjoyed the feeling of the flesh subtly twitch under the palm of his hand, and it always made your breath shudder at the same time.

“Y-Yeah. I’m good.” You breathed, just watching his eyes take in your slightly dopey expression. He chuckled, carefully grabbing your jaw and pulling your face forward towards his own. You angled yourself down so he could connect your lips in a sweet kiss. You cooed against his lips, your hands gently cupping the sides of his neck to keep him close to you. A few soft kisses ended up turning into a slow make out session, your arms thrown around his neck, a hand carefully tangled into the roots of his hair at the back of his neck, nails scratching nicely along his scalp, while his hands rest on your ass, squeezing and very occasionally smacking the thinly covered flesh over your little pyjama shorts. His tongue lapped slowly at yours before carefully pulling it into his own mouth, giving it a little suckle that made you whimper against his lips. He returned it with a chuckle, letting your tongue go after one last gentle lick of his own against the tip, and you pulled back for air, panting. He reached up, using the palm of his hand to carefully swipe away some combined spit that had dribbled from the corner of your mouth. He looked cocky- he always looked cocky when you were like this, flustered and needy, just for him. It meant he could play with you just how he liked, and hell, you were not complaining. Sometimes he would lay you on your back, head between your thighs and licking and sucking you like you were the sweetest treat on earth, your sensitive body writhing under his ministrations while he had his fill. Or he’d have you on your hands and knees, face pushed into the pillows and your back arched, kneeling behind you and fucking you absolutely dumb until you had forgotten your own name, and could only recite his like a mantra. And you loved every single second of it.

But as you whined when he didn’t move for a moment, he simply reached over for the bong, plucking it back up once again and carefully tucking it into your hand again, and snatching up the lighter off the couch cushion. He smirked at your slightly surprised expression.

“Aren’t you gonna have any, baby?” You questioned softly. He hushed you, watching you slot your lips into the glass, and sparked the lighter up again, watching you once again inhale, the smoke rising quickly into your mouth, and into your lungs.

“‘s fine, I’ll have some after you finish yours, pretty. Just thought you could use a top-up.” He taunted, eyes half lidded and seductive. You pulled the remainder of the cone with relative ease, pulling back from the bong and once again leaning down, holding the smoke in your mouth, until you were close enough to softly blow it onto his face. He wanted to tease, so could you. He let out a sound between a sneer and a purr, quickly nearing his lips to yours as he inhaled the smoke you blew into his face.

“Little minx.” He growled, smacking your ass again, making you jump, then giggle, blowing him a kiss.

Yeah. 😩

[anon-sect]

Mike had been looking hard at his friend Donald's feet for some time. He himself was an average built guy, but his friend Donald was a 6'4" tall athletic jock with a size 12.5 feet. They both worked out together often. But Mike had a fetish for athletic jock feet.

"What is it about my shoes you keep looking at?" Donald asked, which startled Mike out of his trance. He didn't realize he was so focused on his friend's sneakers.

"Oh, sorry. I just think they are really nice." Mike spoke, trying to cover up the real reason why he was starring. He noticed Donald give him a skeptical look.

"I think that's a lie, buddy." Donald paused to give his reason why his friend was lying to him. "I have been noticing you looking hard at my feet even when I just wear socks or just bare feet. So I think you have a foot fetish, just nervous to tell me." He explained, waiting to see if Mike was going to deny it.

Mike was caught. He thought of saying no, but he sensed that Donald would detect that he was lying again. "I kind of do. Your feet are awesome." He spoke, not denying the fact.

"Well, thanks, buddy. You can massage them if you want. I won't mind." Donald spoke as he rested his feet on Mike's lap. He waited to see what Mike would do next.

Mike so badly wanted this, and the opportunity had just presented itself. He quickly untied the left shoe and removed it. He sniffed it for a few seconds. He loved the aroma coming from the used shoe. He placed it on the floor. The right shoe was removed and sniffed even longer than the left shoe. He really enjoyed the strong foot order. He began to massage the socked feet with an occasional sniff of the socks.

Donald saw his friend literally sniff his sneakers. He knew the foot odor in them was rather ranchid since he had been wearing this for his jog for the past eight months. Yet, his friend loved his foot aroma. He relaxed and watched Mike massage and sniff his feet. He liked the way his feet were being treated. "Is that all you want to do with my feet?" He spoke after thirty-five minutes, egging his friend more, to see what would come next.

Mike was astonished at how comfortable Donald was with what was going on. He didn't stop him, but was more encouraging him. It was a little strange at first. He removed his socks with his teeth and began licking the soles of his feet from heel to toe several times on each foot.

Donald found the experience very much relaxing. He closed his eyes and laid back on the couch. He even enjoyed feeling Mike's tongue lick between each toe with sucking on individual toes. He never thought foot worship would feel so good. This went on for a solid two hours, with both enjoying the experience.

For two straight weeks, Donald let Mike worship his feet after each workout session and run. Mike particularly loved worshipping sweaty feet for some reason, but it didn't bother him one bit. He could tell, though, that Mike was craving something new to do at his feet. He had the perfect idea.

"I have an idea. I know how you can experience my feet in a different way that is supportive and useful to me. Interested?" Donald proposed to his friend.

Mike was curious. What new way would that be other than foot worship, he pondered. Curious, he wanted to know more. "Sure." He spoke, very interested in what it could be.

"You know I love to keep in shape and fit. Why not support my feet while I do so." Donald spoke as he left the room to go get something. When he returned, he was holding a device in his hand.

"How would I support your feet while you work out?" Mike asked.

"Simple, I turn you into a pair of insoles and place you in my shoes. You cushion each step I take. What do you say?" Donald asked, a little curious himself on what that would actually feel like.

Mike thought about it. He really did like Donald's feet. What harm could it do, he thought. "Sure, I volunteer to be an insole in your shoes." He spoke without hesitation or any other thought about it.

"Excellent." Donald spoke as he pointed and fired his TF device at Mike. Within seconds, Mike was reduced to a pair of size 12.5 insoles, which he quickly put into his sneakers.

Mike was amazed at how fast he was reduced to being an object. It was literally less than ten seconds as he rapidly shrunk, reshaped, and divided up in two. He was bombarded with the strong foot odor as he was shoved into Donald's sneakers and fixed in place. He thought the foot odor was strong before. It was ten times stronger as insoles. He was placed on top of the used insoles in the sneakers. Next came Donald's feet as they plunged him into complete darkness and applied pressure. He was crushed under them, yet not dying. Still that didn't excuse the intense pain he felt as each step crushed him under foot.

Donald loves the level of comfort the new insoles provided. He would test their durability on his normal jog. As he started, the level of comfort never changed. It was like running on fluffy clouds. Each footfall felt good. It was his best jog he ever had. When he returned home, his feet had no pain. It was also like they were massaged while he was jogging. He took his shoes off, but left the insoles inside. He would test the out at the gym later on.

Mike was in so much pain. Each footfall felt never-ending. Not to mention the foot sweat that soaked him completely. Now the the foot odor had saturated his insole bodies. He literally smelled like Donald's feet. He was glad to be taken off to let a little fresh air in, but it did a little much. He was so saturated by the foot sweat that the fresh air only made the foot odor worse. Since he wasn't removed yet, he wondered why.

Four hours later, Donald put his sneakers back on and went to the gym. Since he already had his jog, he didn't bother with the treadmill. He decided to just do the weights. The entire hour and a half at the gym was awesome. His feet never felt so good. Mike was the best pair of insoles he had ever used. The natural insoles in the sneakers had been worn out. And normal insoles he brought in the store never last long for him. He now saw a solution to his issue. One that would benefit both him and Mike at the same time.

When he got home from the gym, Donald removed Mike from his sneakers. He restored him back to normal. "How was it?" He asked.

"It wasn't too bad, but it was also painful. Each step you took crushed me tremendously. I still smell like your feet." Mike spoke, sniffing his skin. He did like being under his feet, though. "But I like being so close to your big feet." He added.

Donald smiled. "Cool. I have an idea to propose. Since my insole is worn out and normal insoles don't last long under my feet. I could save some money if you let me use you as my insoles when I work out or go jogging." He paused. "You still get to worship my feet and be under them, supporting me. I really would appreciate it, if you don't mind." He added, hoping his friend would be willing.

Mike thought about it. There was the risk of being stuck permanently as an insole. "I don't know. You might keep me stuck in insole form for days. I would be at your mercy." He spoke, voicing his concerns.

Donald respected his friend. The thought of keeping him as an insole permanently was not something he would consider. "Not to worry. I would only use you for working out and gym sessions only. Now, if you want to be used more, I wouldn't mind it. But mainly for when I am working out." He assured him. And was honestly speaking the truth to his friend.

Mike thought and thought. He wouldn't mind volunteering to be his insoles when he worked out. Yes, it was painful, but it was worth it to be under Donald's feet. He wanted more to be under them despite the pain and foot odor. "Okay, you have a deal." He agreed.

"You have to move in since you will officially be my volunteering insoles." Donald added. "Also, no going back on our little deal. You are my workout insoles. So when I work out, you have no choice. Inside my sneakers, you go. You don't come out until my workout is done." He continued. Mike shook his hand in agreement to the entire deal.

THREE MONTHS LATER....

Mike was not just used for just working out. There were times when Donald would go out on dates, using him as insoles in his shoes. He rather enjoyed being used as insoles. The pain part never went away, nor smelling like feet either. Both were part of being another guy's insoles. There was no escaping that part. He accepted that. But each time Donald was done using him, he would transform him back to human form. He truly respected his friend's sacrifice to be his special pair of insoles and didn't take it lightly. As often as Donald wanted it, he would be shoved into shoes to support his friend's feet. Both loved the mutual arrangement and would not have it any other way.

Picture source: Instagram @kansassneaks

[mothiir]

continuing my mission to write the most brainrot nonsense instead of my actual to write list please find below a non comprehensive list of the kinks I think that some of the primarchs have:

Perturabo:

Praise kink. Obviously. Tell him how great he is

facials/generally cumming on his partner - he’s insecure and wants to prove that yes you are his and yes he owns you. No you may not wash it off. Yes you will end up having to avoid eye contact with his sons when they smell him on you. No he does not care.

free use - he’s a very busy bee and he wants to be able to take his consort whenever he needs her. He’s not like roboute who will schedule the time - he tends to his needs as and when required. And then he gets back to work.

Ferrus manus:

Size kink. All the primarchs have one more or less but he’s especially obvious about it — all the stuff that he tends to find repellant about humanity in general (being small and soft and frail) he finds appealing in you in particular. Likes how your hand can’t fit all the way around his cock, or how he has to fuck your thighs because he won’t fit inside

Daddy kink - no, he doesn’t want children. Yes, he does like it when you call him that.

leman russ:

Is it a kink if he won’t stop smelling you

Loves seeing his sons enjoy you - only if you consent to it ofc, but he’s a big fan of pack activities. You. You are the pack activity.

wants to bite the back of your neck during doggy, and your shoulder during missionary- basically leaving as many marks as possible. You’re always going to have a fresh bite mark or a healing hickey somewhere visible

Sanguinius:

Blood play! but he feels horribly monstrously guilty about this and will not launch into it straight away because if he lets loose and tears into you as much as he wants to he will end up killing you. When he does trust himself to get a bit messier he will nibble as gently and as carefully as possible, lapping up your blood with the most blissed out look you’ve ever seen. If he gets a little more confident he may end up biting you, but that would only happen if he has several of his sons (or one of his brothers )present to pull him off you if things get too far

not really a kink, but he loves being preened - he’s got a lot of hard to reach itches in his wings and your small human hands are the perfect way to get to them. equally, play with and braid his hair - pamper him! He will return the favour as much as he can - presenting you with nice clothes and shiny things and hinting you should grow your hair out so you can match him.

Horus:

Breeding, end of list.

But seriously this man will cum inside and put your knees by your ears and refuse to let go. He will cum inside again and again and again until you’re literally leaking. It’s gross. And hot. Depends on your point of view

like leman russ, he wants to watch you fuck his sons. Unlike leman russ he wants to join in - he wants to bugger little Horus, then you, and that’s all fine and dandy as long as he doesn’t get too carried away and try to stack the Astartes on top of you for easy access. Sexy jenga is great until you’re being squashed by half a ton of superhuman.

his bedroom is full of mirrors. He wants to fuck in front of them - watch himself, watch you, watch you both. Hold your legs open so he can watch his seed drip out of you. And then sulk because no wait it’s meant to be inside where it can get you pregnant.

[headcanonenthusiast]

Alex Keller x chubby reader headcanons

Guess who's back with a 3rd Alex post in 3 days? These headcanons will be entirely SFW, focusing on a chubbier, gender-neutral reader, because Lord do we need more headcanons on this man, especially with chubby readers 🥲

Just a quick reminder that y'all are beautiful, no matter your weight 💙

Enjoy! 

-Ik I mentioned this in my NSFW Alex headcanons, but that one (obviously) was more sexual. But, he will still force you in front of a mirror, even in a non-sexual context, arms hugging you from behind while he whispers in your ear about how beautiful/handsome you are. 

-His fingers trail on each and every stretch-mark, observing them with pure delight. 

-And if you dare to complain about them, he's shutting that right down. 

-"What do you mean you don't like 'em? They make you look like a tiger, and everyone loves tigers." 

-"Yeah, but tigers aren't chubby." 

-"They can be. And when they are, they're extra cute." 

-Probably proceeds to show you this pic as well

-Your belly has become his personal pillow. 

-Its also almost like a stress ball to him, too. He'll softly knead at it like dough when y'all are cuddling, pressing kisses to the skin and tickling you with his facial hair. 

-When he gets home from a particularly long deployment, all he wants to do is just bury his face in your belly and forget about life for a while. 

-Will also ask for pictures of your tummy while he's away. Tells you how much he can't wait to come home and cuddle with you. 

-"That belly is the perfect pillow for me, baby. Can't wait to get home and fall asleep on you ❤"

-Absolutely doesn't take anyone shaming you for your body. He probably gets more pissed than you do, but he isn't super confrontational. As much as he'd like to knock the person out, he doesn't, and just leads you away instead.

-If those harsh words get to you, he'll drag you back to the mirror and gently ask you to tell him the specific things you don't like about your body. Then, he'll caress and compliment whatever you point out.

-"What do you mean your thighs are too big? They're literally the softest things in the world. You're nothing short of a warm, cozy pillow, baby. My pillow." 

-Also has an obsession with your thighs. Please let him kiss and squeeze them, he'll probably never be happy again if you don't. 

-Can't stop touching your stomach. He's also obsessed with that. 

-He'll make you feel like the most beautiful/handsome person in the world just with his words, which are always sincere.

-"Hope you know that you've got the best smile, baby doll." 

-If you're at a stage in your life where you actually want to lose weight, he hopes you do it for yourself and noone else.

-Always reassures you that he'll love you no matter what you look like. 

-"I don't care what you look like, baby. You'll look amazing no matter what you do." 

-Will actually help you work-out if you wanna try it. Always there to encourage you and honestly just sees it as more time spent with his wonderful partner.

-Also, he'll only be wearing a thin white shirt and gray shorts while exercising. Do with that what you will 🤭

-Goes clothes shopping with you a lot. 

-If you find clothes that you really like but they don't fit, he'll rub your shoulder comfortingly while searching the racks for another size.

-And if the store barely has anything that fits you? He's fuming about it on the way home and then tries to see if he can get you something customized to fit you. 

-Enjoys bathing with you just so he has an excuse to touch at and clean your body. Rubs soap all over your tummy and makes sure it's all nice and clean so he can fall asleep on it later. 

-Picks you up constantly and grins when it makes you giggle. 

-Once when you were especially sleepy and he made breakfast, he simply just scooped you up, carried you to the dining table and grabbed you a plate. You were definitely 100% awake after that. 

-His lap is always avaliable for you to sit on. 

-Sometimes pouts when you don't sit on it and looks at you with the saddest eyes until you do. 

-"Aw, is my lap not comfy enough for you, dolly?" 

-And if you insist you'll crush him, he looks at you like you have 5 heads. 

-"Thats the craziest thing I've ever heard. Come on, love. Get your pretty/handsome ass over here."

-Pats his thigh when he wants you on his lap, too. His arms immediately wrap around you when you sit on him, giving you a hug so tight it takes your breath away for a sec. 

-Never allows a negative word about yourself fall from your mouth.

-"Don't say that, baby. It's not true. Not at all." 

-"I wish it wasn't so hard for you to see yourself from my perspective. You're amazing, sweetheart. Always have been and always will be." 

-Would absolutely be a wonderful partner overall, no matter your body type or background. Alex genuinely couldn't care less about what you looked like, and would totally throw compliments at you so much you'd get flustered. 

Let's gooo another one done! I'm sure y'all can probably tell that I'm chubbier myself, and as such I'm here to provide for my fellow chubby readers out there with content on this wonderful man 🙏

Feel free to leave requests on who I should do next!

[guardian-of-time-if]

Final Days with MC Snippet: Gaderous

So it's been a hot minute since I posted the rest of these snippets, but this one was giving me trouble. Gat is one of the harder characters for me to write, and I struggled with this scenario. His will be the last one in the set (sorry Sentinel) because I cannot think of a scene with Sentinel that would fit the prompt as he also has a long lifespan.

An unusually warm autumn breeze swept through the air, brushing against Gat’s cheek. He sucks in the warm air from his spot against the towering oak tree. The weather was perfect for a nice quiet picnic, something so familiar it took little effort to get right at this point. 

He twists a flower between his fingers. If she was any later, he would keep them. He smiles to himself at the thought before setting it back in the place he arranged for it. His smile drops when he notices the flower seems out of place, and leans forward to adjust it again. He shouldn’t have picked it up even if he was bored. Now, he’s never going to get it back in it’s proper place.

“It’s just a flower Gaderous,” a voice calls out, grabbing his attention. “You’re not performing emergency surgery in the middle of a battlefield.”

Gat smiles, rising to greet his lover. “Unlike the healers you’re used to, beautiful, I give every patient my undivided attention, however insignificant they might seem to the rest of the world.”

“Is that why you pay so much attention to me?”

“You are not one of my patients,” he says, as they sit down. “You have my undivided attention because you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen walk the face of Tarken.”

She laughs. “Have you been reading poetry again, or are you trying to get me to agree to something you know I don’t want to do?”

“Oh, I definitely want something, but I’d bet money, its something you want to.”

She gives him the side eye. “This I’ve got to hear.”

Instead of answering, he reaches over and pulls her into his lap. 

“Gaderous!” She yelps, and he responds by kissing her ear.

“I was hoping for a kiss, but we can eat first since I made the effort.”

“Considering you made the effort because it’s my birthday, I think I get to decide what we do after we eat.”

“It’s your birthday?” He asks, earning himself a brief smack on the chest with no force behind it. 

“You know it is. After this many years you better know.”

“Or maybe I’m just getting old enough to not remember anything.”

She rolls her eyes, and reaches for some of the fruit, but doesn’t move out of his lap. As they eat, Gat tries to keep a perfect balance in the atmosphere between lighthearted banter, reminiscing, and flirting.

“What’s wrong?” She asks after Gat finishes a joke.

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re trying too hard. When you’re trying not to think about things, you occupy your mind with other things like the exact position of flowers.”

“What if I just really want to impress you?”

She rolls her eyes. “We’ve been together for decades at this point. You don’t need to impress me with a date.”

“We could be together for ten thousand years, and I would still spend every day of my life trying to impress you.”

“Gaderous,” she pleads, drawing out his name.

He sighs. “Fine. How long are we going to pretend this is normal?”

“What are we pretending is normal?”

“We celebrate your birthday every year as if it actually matters. You’re not actually getting older.”

“You want to stop celebrating my birthday?” She asks, drawing her eyebrows together.

“No. I-” He gently moves her off his lap. “You’re aging, and I’m not. I didn’t realize how weird it was going to be until we got here.”

“I-”

“Someone actually asked me the other day if you were my daughter.”

Her eyes double in size, and she coughs. “Daughter?!’

He nods. “We have now gotten to the point where I look old enough to be your dad. That’s weird, or at least it feels weird. Even outside of the appearance thing, I’m starting to notice that my mind is slipping. I made a joke about forgetting your birthday earlier, but I have been forgetting things more lately, and I’m not getting around as easily as I used to.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me that?” She asks, cupping his cheek.

“I didn’t want you to worry, but it has made me wonder, if you wouldn’t be happier without me.”

“Don’t say that,” she chides. “We’re in this together.”

“Before you helped me escape the cult, a lot of our members asked me to check on their elderly family members. Those visits were always rough. People becoming fragments of who they once were. I don’t want you to remember me that way.”

“Gat,” she breathes out his name.

“It would be one thing, if it was reciprocal, and we were both aging together, but it’s just me. I can’t do that to you.”

“Shouldn’t I get to decide that?” She asks, brushing her fingers through his hair.

“Obviously what you want matters, but even if you are willing to, I don’t want you to stay and watch me deteriorate.”

“Gaderous, look at me,” she orders. “Do not push me away from you because you’re afraid of getting old.”

“I’m not afraid of getting old. I’m afraid of losing myself. That aging will change who I am enough that I won’t be me anymore.” He leans his head into the crook of her neck. “I didn’t want to do this to you today.”

“Don’t worry about that,” she assures. “I’d rather know what’s troubling you.”

“I’d rather go back to trying my hardest not to think about it, if it's all the same to you.”

[deadpool15]

Maybe 3?

TW: Fem Dom/ Sub Anton

Manipulation slight

“I can totally make you come 3 times baby. It would be light work for me if anything.” After I said that I saw Anton crouched down trying to hide his face while full on laughing at me. I know for a fact this dude is not laughing at me. “Are you laughing at me right now, I’m being serious like very serious.” He started to laugh even harder when I said that, “yea baby, I know that’s why it’s so fucking funny. You’re so serious, you actually believe everything you’re saying right now tiny and that’s hilarious.” I punched him straight in the fucking arm because what is wrong with him. “Are you for real right now? You don’t think I can make you cum 3 times.” He finally turned around to face me, “baby let’s be honest you can barely make me cum once. That’s fine though, you’re my perfect pillow princess.”

Hearing that I was beyond pissed, I mean sure he usually did all the work. Anton was the silent type, usually they never boast about their size or skills they simply show you and boy did he show me. He was huge, I mean I’ve seen cocks before in the past and no one has ever compared to Anton, he had a nice girth and was probably about 9-10 inches. The first time, I bragged to my friends how he wasn’t that good in bed and was about average size, that same night I cried on his cock because it wouldn’t fit. Leading him to be obsessed with our size difference. He loved the fact that I was so much smaller than him. He is shy all the time except when he is in the bedroom. He usually is the one to take charge but I mean that doesn’t mean I can’t do it from time to time. I simply choose not to. “Baby, did you hear me? I said I was going to hang with the boys today.”

Hearing that I finally came back from my thoughts. With the absolute best idea ever, “are you sure baby? Sure you don’t wanna play with me today?” I slowly watched as he turned around from to door to watch me open my legs. Wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of shorts. “Baby, don’t do this now. I promised the boys I would go out with them today, I mean it’s been a while.” He moved closer to me while bending down to grab my hips in both his hands. “It’s been a while since you fucked me as well. Which promise means more to you?” Watching him fold was only the start of my beautiful plan. I pushed him towards the room sitting him on the bed while pushing him towards the headboard.

Moving forward with him and then stopping to sit on his lap, I leaned in to peck his lips knowing it wouldn’t be enough for Anton. One simple kiss never is enough. He chased after my lips, while I teased him he grabbed my neck and finally i smashed my lips on his. While he was distracted I reach in the bed for the handcuffs. Yes, I did in fact have a feeling that he would make fun of my advantage to make him cum before we had this conversation. He was so used to being in charge, I just needed to allow him to be my little baby for this day. Once he was cuffed I pulled away from his lips to stare at him. To see him in such a pathetic state was so amazing and maybe a little amusing to me. He tried to reach out for me only to realize he was restricted, noticing the his hands he started to laugh at me again. “Really baby, all cause I said you can’t make me cum without a little help? It’s ok you just lack the stamina baby it’s fine. You’re my tiny baby. Come here so I can make you feel good again. I know you want it.”

Once he started to finish speaking I could tell he was getting desperate for me to untie him. Good I need him to be all desperate. “Wanna bet? You think I can’t make you cum. I’m gonna show you, until I feel like you’ve had enough. Here are a couple of rules to follow though baby. You need to know I’m in charge not you means your word doesn’t matter here. And you will learn not to talk back. Lastly, you can cum as meany times as you want, I’m not cruel unlike you can be sometimes. I say when you have had enough.” Moving to kiss him lips again no I bite his bottom lips pulling it back a little, making my way towards his pants. Anton never really wore boxers these days, which in times like this I was very grateful for. I grabbed a hold of his zipped and started to pull the pants off altogether.

“There his is, wow baby you’re so hard. Did I do that?” He smiled at me, “of course you did baby. Only you can get me like this.” Hearing that made me happy, “I’m glad you know that sometimes it seems you forget.” Before he could shoot back a rebuttal I grabbed a hold of his cock and spat on it, jerking him off. His words came out muffed with his pitched moans. I leaned down to suck on the tip, knowing it was his weakness. “F-fuck, shit so good baby. Keep going.” Hearing that I immediately stopped. He whined out a pathetic why. “Who is in charge ton, say it.” Hearing nothing from him I proceeded to get up from the bed. He yelled out for me to stop. “Y-you are in charge tiny, just you not me. P-please just do something.” I smiled at him taking orders,” I knew you could do it baby.” Then, I shoved my mouth down as far as I could go.

Of course, not all of it could fit in my mouth so I jerked off the rest. Moving at a past I was good with, my jaw was burning while I sat there choking and gaging all over his cock. I looked up to see his head thrown back while he was muttering out swear words and praises. It wasn’t long before he shoot his seed straight into my mouth, hitting the very back of my throat. Yet, not all of it managed to make it in my mouth some landing on the sheets. As, Anton tried to gather himself I let go of his cock and slowly started fondling his balls then sucking on them. “W-wait fuck baby I just came. Hold on shit.” I ignored his pleas and moved my mouth straight back to his cock again. While still cupping his balls in one hand, squeezing them occasionally. This time it didn’t take him long, since he had already came it was fairly easy to make it happen again. He tried to close his legs to push me way by then I decided to be evil at that moment, deep throating him.

“Oo f-fuck.” And just like that I moved back and his cum shot straight in my face, all over my shirt and neck. Anton leaned back, all used and abused. I smiled at how overstimulated he looked right now. Then, I took the shirt off my body and slide the shorts off my legs. Leaving me in nothing but my panties. He finally looked at me and watched as his cum slide down my face and onto my neck and boobs. “Shit you’re unreal.” I laughed at that, sliding back on his lap. Throwing my leg over his thigh, to cage him in. “Baby, remember what you said? You wanted to make me feel good. And I haven’t gotten to cum. Can you make me cum please. Wanna cum on your cock please.” He stared at me only really focusing on my breast’s in this moment while nodding his head frantically.

Was this manipulation, you may ask? In a way of course. But I always manage to get what I want and I had a point to prove. Looking down he was hard as a rock again. At this rate I wouldn’t even have to do anything, he could probably get off just by looking at me. Slowly, I lined him up while looking into his eyes and sank down on him. It went in inch by inch, it was always a stretch with Anton, I could take it now I just needed a minute. He started to yank on the handcuffs yet again wanting to be feel with the stimulation wrapping around his cock right now. After a while, I finally sank down fully. He was balls deep inside of me and we both couldn’t stop moaning. Leaning in to kiss him all we could do is moan into each other’s mouths.

I moved at my own past while he leaned down to suck my nipple straight into his mouth. He had a thing for my boobs, why I would never think to question in this moment. Not when it felt so fucking good. He was hitting spots in my I could never reach not with my toys and definitely not my fingers. “So g-good tiny, love you so much right now. Look so beautiful on top of me. Best view.” I could tell by the words and the high pitched voice he was completely pussy drunk now. So, I began to bounce on him think my ass back in a way I knew he could never resist. He was hitting that spot so deep inside of me. “F-fuck so deep, in my stomach ton.” But looking at him he was gone just barely a brain in there. Looking down to watch the white ring around the base of his cock, caused by me. He threw his head back again while pushing his hips up further inside of me.

Eventually, he managed to get up, raising his knees up to stand on his feet and drill his hips into me. After a while, we both were close I could tell once he started to get tired and whispered in his ear to let me finish the job and I started to circle my hips in a motion I knew he loved and just like that he came inside of me causing me to cum right after him. We were both spent, yet I wasn’t finished. Gathering the rest of my strength i leaned into his ear. “One more baby. Just give me one more.” Hearing this his eyes widened, “can’t do another baby. I can’t.” I looked at him and started to pout, “yes you can baby just one more it all I need. Just always want your cock. Can’t get enough of it.” He shook his head free some time and I took that as the cue and started to bounce of him frantically. “Take them off p-please baby. I’ll be good for you. Always will.” Hearing that I contemplated taking them off. “Only for me?” He nodded his head. I reached up to unlock them, rubbing his wrists. But he quickly discarded that and pulled me closer by the hips, hugging my body.

While my head was on top of his, he held me closer and I started to move faster. “Can’t cum again tiny.” Hearing him speaking up I looked down at his face to notice the tears. Grabbing ahold of his face while still moving, “last time baby I promise. Just want you to cream my pussy again baby. Wanna feel it deep inside of me again. Wanna feel it for days, wanna feel you.” He groaned yet couldn’t stopped crying and pulled me back to him. The room was filled with moans, muffled cries and constant skin clapping. Cum swept across my face from Anton’s previous load. Getting an idea I leaned in to kiss him biting his bottom lip, having him cry out for more. It was filthy, smeared cum landed on his cheek and yet it felt so fucking good. I shoved my tongue in his mouth eating and swallowing his moans just like my pussy was swallowing his cock right now. We were beyond sweaty and tired but I refused to stop until I got my point across. “Shit baby love you so much.” Once he said those words I leaned my hand further down my body to play with my clit, knowing we were both about to cum. “Come on baby, give it to me fill me up. Want all your cum. Your tiny little cum bucket.” He moaned out loud and jerked his hips forward causing me to scream out loud as well. And then we both finished, completely exhausted.

After a minute, I moved to get up until Anton pulled me back down mumbling something about staying with him forever. I smiled and pushed his hair out the way, cuddling into him. “4 times ton.” He finally looked up at me and was able to actually give a coherent what. “I made you cum 4 times baby not 3.” He just smiled and held me closer pulling my waist further into his body, reaching down into that very spot again causing us both to moan with cock still being inside me. “Love you tiny.” I kissed his cheek while pulling the covers on top of us, “I love you too baby.” When I tried to move next to him he stopped me saying he wanted to stay inside tonight. “ it’s warm and cozy in there I love it.” I hit his head, “is that your way of saying I will wake up to you rutting into my pussy?” He laughed at that, “you mean a mind blowing sex, maybe.”

I literally rewrote this and the crazy past is, this version is ten times better. Weird shit, I’ve learned I won’t write at school cuz the internet always causing me to lose my work. And second sorry this took so long y’all, it’s like the end of the year is kicking in and I keep getting project after project. Thank you for being patient with me. Ignore that message saying I will quit writing I’m just dramatic as fuck. Love all y’all 🤷‍♀️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[valtiere]

Lenormand Cards

So this is where I out myself as being pagan and into all the witchy things. My blog is already a bit eclectic though so whatever, lets go.

I bought these cards on a whim a while back but I've never used them much. They're called the Shadow Night Raven Lenormand (according to the box). I found them on kickstarter, thought they looked cool so I backed the campaign.

They're cute. I like the imagery. The hexagonal shape is a bit more awkward than I realized it would be; shuffling them is a pita and getting them back into their hexagonal box is even worse (you can't see it in the photos but the inside of the box has a little hollow fitted to exactly the size of the cards and they're just super fiddly to get back in).

Very nice cards though. Amazing art. 10/10 stars for that side of things.

There's a few extra cards in there that are custom to this particular deck (Raven, Candles, Dream). Unfortunately their meanings aren't included in the little book that comes with the deck so they're basically open to personal interpretation.

I've put the rest of my post under the cut but I did a reading with them this afternoon and they are very, very easy to read cards.

So, I'm working on a visual novel and since I decided to add a system like them to the game (mechanically and narratively) I decided to spontaneously give them a go (just for fun you know?). I asked a certain deity if he had anything to say. Which, of course he always does. I don't think I've ever been met with silence trying to communicate with Loki. He doesn't always speak plainly but he almost always has plenty to say.

So I shuffle and almost immediately the tree falls out onto my lap.

Ok, sure. I can work with that. So I ask, "lets see what else you've got.... Maybe four or five more?" (I don't do traditional spreads when I do readings, its more of a spontaneous draw three or go with whatever leaps out at me).

Immediately six cards fly out of the deck in one go and just scatter across my room. 😒

Not quite what I meant but thank you for being clear about it, I guess?

After picking them up and hunting around to make sure I didn't miss any I arranged them the groups they landed in and worked the reading that way. The Mice and the Man (Boy in this deck for some reason) landed together. As did Sun, Girl (Woman), Candles and Dream. I should have known he'd toss those ones at the first opportunity. New, shiny and completely open to interpretation? Irresistible.

I won't go into detail about the reading, it pertains mostly to personal stuff and the project I'm working on. But it was surprisingly accurate and the easiest reading I've ever done. So bonus points for clarity. And the way the groupings made perfect sense was actually pretty amazing. I wasn't expecting that.

(Apologies for the blurry corner on that last photo. My office isn't the best place for taking pictures and the angle was pretty tight).