#🍄: asks

[plushself]

“pro detrans” “anti terf” which is it…

I can't believe that people STILL do not understand that detransitioning doesn't make you a terf good lord... losing my patience w this kind of thing. do I need to post for the millionth time explaining that detransitioning is not a political statement or belief it's just something some people do

[poppy-metal]

🍄 poppy poppy poppy, cockwarming jordan during a group movie night but only cate shows up, cate who for some reason decided to sit on the other side of you but we all know why, she's currently whispering filth into your ear about how well your hungry pussy is taking them in.

cate always feeds into jordans sadistic streak - both of them together with you between always spells danger for you. the flame of humiliation licking up your spine as cate smirks at you, well aware of how your little cunt is stuffed under the blanket thrown over you in jordans lap. you cant help the aborted little moves of your hips either trying to get friction on your nubby clit.

they make it worse, because they start talking, like you aren't right there on jordans dick.

"so did you hear about-"

"he's fucking stupid, cate. i told you-"

just casual buzz behind you. jordans hands on your hips as you clench and soak the thick length of them inside you, fat and stretching you to the fucking brim. cates hand rests on your thigh over the blanket, her thumb rubbing back and forth.

you only last twenty minutes of this before you can't stay still anymore, start bouncing your hips up and down. jostling jordans cock inside you. their hands tighten on your waist, and you hear their voice hitch in conversation but they keep talking.

you whine then, loud and long, working even faster and that's when they finally look at you.

"wow," cate says, "someone's fucking eager. i thought you had her well trained, jordy?" she giggles. "not that you're much better."

"shit - you try to be composed with this pussy on you."

you nearly sob with relief when they start moving - adjusting their hips, spreading their thick thighs under you so they have the leverage to fuck up into you at last. strong hands helping you bounce up and down. their balls rub against the base of your cunt everytime you bring it back down and you moan deliriously. skin burning up, "s'hot - so hot."

cates hand is tugging the blanket off immediately, and then you're exposed - and cates eyes are drawn to where you and jordan are connected, lips spread wide around the thick cock pushing in and out.

"fuck, that's hot."

its not often cate is rendered uneloquent. the fact that the sight of you getting fucked genuinely affects her makes you clench, pulsing around jordans cock.

"god, she likes that-" jordan grunts from behind you and then you feel their broad chest at your sticky back, and their big corder arms are hooking under your knees and dragging them up, till you're locked in a full nelson. "you like that pussy on display, baby? wanna show cate how good you take daddy's dick in your little girl cunt - "

"oh, its daddy, is it?" cate sounds amused. "is that your daddy, sweet girl? fucking and filling you up, hm?"

you nod dumbly, folded up like a doll in jordans arms, thick cock spearing in and out of your open wet cunt with ease, fat balls slapping your needy little clit with each thrust inside you. "y-yeah, s'my daddy -" you cry, tears burning in your lashline. "daddy's cock n me - so good - uh - "

"fuuuuck. get down there, dun. lick her while i fuck her - make my girl cum f'r me."

oh, you think as cate slinks to her knees before you, coming eye level with your stuffed hole, plush mouth inches away from where jordans sliding in and out. oh, you're going to die.

[hyunsvngs]

I was sitting in class not paying attention and just thought about virgin boy jisung asking u shyly if he can touch u, just touch u, it's his first time touching boobies and legs of a girl and he's barely breathing or talking as he wanders over the body with his hands, hesitant to go further but u just encouraging him to touch wherever he wants and it's so quiet and intense bc he's just feeling u with soft hands ....until he barely touched your crotch and cums in his pants and now he's embarrassed as shit and won't stop whining 💔💔💔 my loser jisung .......

🍄anon

i love virgin jisung

“can- can i touch?” his eyes are wide, unsure, and one palm hovers over your chest. you’re naked, save for your panties, and you’re sat on top of his bulge. he’s probably the hardest out of anyone you’ve ever been with, and you can feel it throbbing beneath you. still, he’s polite, and you nod. his hand immediately moves to your breast and he sighs, hips kicking up a little. "'s soft."

"yeah?" you giggle, but you're cut off by a breathless noise leaving you when jisung's hand grips you firmer. his thumb swipes over your nipple and it's your turn to squirm, hips grinding down just a tad onto him. "ah- sensitive there, baby, careful."

"it's sensitive?" he asks, licking his lips. "you have nice tits."

"you're just saying that 'cause you've not seen any others," you grin, and jisung shrugs with a smile of his own. "do- d'ya wanna touch my pussy, sungie? just get a feel for it, and-"

"yeess," he whines, nodding eagerly. his spare hand moves to your panties, thumb fiddling with the little bow on the front until you finally grab his hand and push it into the fabric. you're wet, embarrassingly so, and his eyes widen further when he feels the slick clinging to your folds. "ah- shit, do you normally… get this wet?"

"no," you admit, and jisung moans pornographically. you exhale a breath when his fingers move over your slit, one finger just barely dipping into your hole. it clings to him, tightening around the digit, and he gasps, hips canting up.

"i- you're tight, fuckin'-? baby, baby," he's babbling, and you jolt on his lap when he bucks his hips again. with an alarmed noise his eyes are rolling back into his head, and you're confused until you feel the telltale gush of wetness beneath you. did he…? he gasps, wet fingers leaving your underwear to grip at your ass. "i- i'm sor- sorry, shit, fuck- baby, baby, i came, i came! i'm sorry, i'm sorry!"

[peachesofteal]

I need the next part of the disco baby trap hospital drabble🥺 Simon and Johnny take Darling and Bee home, maybe their apartment where they can better keep an eye on them, but it’s so tense because Darling is worried they’re going to try to take Bee from her, is still feeling the sting of betrayal, maybe is afraid they’re trying to trap her again

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🩵

18+ / Takes place after this / baby trap au

“Alright, alright.” Johnny murmurs, walking a pattern back and forth in the kitchen, arms slightly bouncing an unhappy Bee to try to settle her. “I know, ‘m not mum. I know.” He can’t help the anxiety that flickers through him, eyes casting quickly to the closed bedroom door, where he can just barely hear the low hum of Simon’s voice, vibrating underneath the echo of your coughing.

He paces in the between the countertops and the fridge, working a pattern, stepping in time to a melody that he’s barely whispering to his daughter, something old, a forgotten tune his mother used to lull him to sleep with. At first, it doesn’t do much to settle Bee, and a wash of emotions threaten to pull frustrated tears to his eyes.

Why should it? He’s but a stranger to her, after all. She does not know either of them, and there’s no one to carry the blame of it except for him, and Simon. She was miserable in the hospital, and neither of them could soothe her, the only thing that succeeds in calming her was to be placed in your bed, by your side, even though you were too weak and too sick to even hold her.

“Let’s get ye some food, eh?” He fidgets with the jar lid, and Bee’s brows furrows with indignation as she glares upwards. This attitude reminds him so much of you, from before, when things were good, and you were happy, safe and secure, confident. Bee fusses at him, but when he goes to put her in her high chair so she can eat, she wails in protest, like something new is upsetting her. “What is it?” He strokes a finger across her cheek and then up to her forehead, checking for warm skin, and breathing a sigh of relief when it feels normal. Her fever broke in hospital three days ago, and your doctor finally agreed to allow the two of you to go home yesterday, even though you were still incredibly weak and exhausted from the pneumonia.

“I’d feel better releasing you both if you could assure me there will be someone to support you at home.” Your doctor sighs, while she thumbs through a tablet at your bedside. Bee sleeps in the bassinet next to your bed, laying between where they sit on the other side of the room, and you. “You’re still running a low fever, and the shortness of breath is going to persist for a while.” Your lower lip trembles, and a tear forms on your waterline, spilling over onto your check when you try to take a deep breath as you quickly wipe it away.

“We can help.” Simon says, keeping his voice soft. The doctor glances at him, before looking back at you. “If you’ll let us.”

“We’d love to be there, for you and Bee.” Johnny adds, hopefully, rubbing a palm against the back of his neck. He’s having a hard time standing still, and Simon knows it, tries to calm him by pressing the outside of his thigh to Johnny’s.

“I’ll let you three talk it out.” The doctor says, before putting the tablet away and patting the bed. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Bee cries aloud, and he holds her against his chest, patting her back gently, swaying side to side. “Okay baby girl, you’re okay.” He kisses her softly on the top of her head, trying to shush her gently. Your voice crests from the bedroom, a sob that fades into a cough, and he tenses, worry thrumming through him. Bee settles a little, her face going blissfully sleepy, and he picks the lullaby back up, eager to rock her into her dreams.

“You need more sleep.” Simon tries to ease you into closing your eyes from where he sits on the bed, halfway down the mattress, far enough away that you’re comfortable, but close enough that he feels like he can get you to focus. You’ve been in a fog, head cloudy and a little off kilter, the low grade fever still running through your system and the cough wrecking havoc on your rest. He doesn’t think he’s seen you sleep for more than a few hours at a time, and your body is weak as a result.

He’s trying to be gentle, to be soft, to let you choose and decide. He’s determined not to overstep, not to make you feel like you’re backed into a corner, or that they’re here for nefarious reasons. He knows, you don’t want them here. He knows you reluctantly agreed because you’re doctor practically demanded it.

He also knows you know, that you’re too sick and run down to take care of Bee right now. The realization is a difficult one to swallow because you’ve been so strong, so resilient all this time.

He’s in awe of it, of you. Of how incredible of a mum you’ve been to Bee, all the sacrifices you’ve made to give her an opportunity to flourish, how you’ve taken care of her, given her the best of everything you could find. It doesn’t escape him, the toll it’s taken on you, the way you’ve neglected yourself for her, the way you’ve put yourself dead last in every aspect to make sure she’s well and happy.

Their darling girl, so brave. So strong for your daughter, but never for yourself.

But at the same time, it makes him hate himself even more. Hates what he’s done, hates how he let himself get out of control and do something so hideous to the person he loves. Hates how because of him, you’ve suffered so greatly. Hates that he let his most selfish urges cloud his judgement, hates how he ruined everything for you, and Johnny. How he ruined your happiness, Johnny’s happiness, his own. He tries not to think about how it felt to see the fear in your eyes, how it was when you were convinced they were there to take Bee away from you, like he was a wretched monster.

Like he was a man as wicked as his father.

“No.” You shake your head, trying to reach towards where Bee is cradled in Johnny’s arms. “I wa-want Bee. Give her to me.” You cry, and push away from Simon, stumbling before careening towards the ground. He catches you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Darling, we’re at the hospital. We need to go inside.”

“No, no. I won’t… I won’t let you take her.” He grits his teeth, jaw tightening as he turns your face towards his.

“Look at me.” You try to twist away but he holds you still. “Shhh, darling. Look at me. It’s okay, everything is okay.” Your breath is ragged, wet and heavy, and he can feel how hot your skin is beneath his touch. “We’re not here to take Bee. We’re going to see a doctor okay? Bee needs a doctor, right? That’s why we’re here.”

Your hand curls into a fist by your side, and he beats back his urge to reach for it, to try to comfort you, even though he knows you’d recoil from him. He wants to soothe you, pull you into his chest, ease your worries and fear. He wants to take control and fix this, to do what he knows to do best, but he can’t.

You’ll never trust him again.

You cough, hunching forward, and he grabs the glass of water from the bedside table, pointing the straw towards your mouth. Your features soften when you sip, and once he’s satisfied you’ve had enough, he pulls away. You sag where you’re propped up against the pillows, practically wilting and he wants to scream in frustration, in fear. He has half a mind to take you back to the hospital, and almost did this morning, but stood down after talking to your doctor on the phone.

“Do you think you can sleep?” He asks, and you blink at him, lips parted, like you’re processing his words but unable to answer.

“I don’t know.” You moan, miserably, and his heart breaks a little bit while tears web in your lashes. You’re so sick, and uncomfortable, and he wants to help you but no matter what he does, nothing comforts you. “Where’s Bee?”

“Johnny was going to give her a bit of lunch. In the kitchen.” His fingers spread wide on the bed, desperately seeking you, like they’re moving on their own accord, pulling him closer and closer.

“I want to-“ your words are choked off by another cough and he grimaces. “I want to see her.” You cry, the tears that were gathering in your eyes spilling freely down your cheeks, and you gasp a sob. “I want Bee.”

“Okay, okay.” He tries to console you, and his hand moves closer, now resting against the outside of your knee. “You were resting, darling. He only took her to the kitchen.” He explains, and you shake your head before slumping farther into the bed, your body now overcome with sobs.

“Please.” You moan, and then cough between your tearful breaths. “Simon.” You cry his name, eyes half closed. Something shifts above the sheets, and then warm fingers are brushing against his.

His heart stops in his chest before he realizes it wasn’t intentional, that you were just moving. Still, he can hope.

He says your name, and you cry harder, head heavy, your lungs fighting for each breath, the combination of your distress and the pneumonia choking off your air. “Hey, hey. It’s-“

“Si-Simon.” You gasp, and then your eyes are widening in a haze of fear. “I ca- can’t… can’t breathe.” You’re panicking, you’re scared, and he can’t fight himself well enough to keep his hands for reaching for you.

To his shock, you don’t fight him. He moves slowly, painstakingly so while your body shakes with sobs, but you don’t tense or flinch away.

“Darling,” he whispers. “Can I hold you?” He wouldn’t dare try to without your say so, not when he’s hurt you so badly, betrayed your trust beyond a level of comprehension. If you don’t want him to, he won’t.

But you’re also free falling into a panic attack. Your body is trembling, and he’s scared, holding his breath while you answer with a nod.

It’s enough, enough for him to move forward and pull you into his arms, wrapping you up without holding you too tight, settling his palm on the back of your neck to gently squeeze you there. He runs his other hand up and down your back and you cry into his chest.

“I want Bee.” Your plea is interrupted by another coughing fit, and he leans you back slightly and tilts your face upwards to try to help you breathe.

“Shhh. It’s alright. She’s just outside, Johnny will bring her in. You’re okay. Everything’s okay.”

“It’s n-ot.” You wheeze as he coos above your ear.

The bedroom door creaks open, revealing a hesitant Johnny with a very sleepy baby in his arms, who stops dead in his tracks when he sees what’s happening the bed. The image of you, cradled against Simon, letting yourself be held, letting yourself be touched. He blinks in surprise, and Simon gives him a look. Do not make a big deal.

“She’s right here.” Johnny calls to you, crossing the distance and then sitting hesitantly beside Simon. “Bee’s right here. We didn’t go far, just to the kitchen. Promise.” Your shaking hands reach for her, but you don’t try to hold her, you just place your palm on her chest while you rest against Simon. Your breathing evens out slowly, matching his own, and Bee’s, and your cries quiet to occasional sniffles while your lungs rasp. Minutes pass, and yet you still don’t pull away, instead staying tucked into Simon, body relaxing slowly. His thumb rubs circles into your neck, and Johnny watches with wide eyes.

“Everything’s alright.” Simon murmurs into your hair. “It’s okay. Bee’s here.” You nod, eyes starting to slip shut, body and mind wrung out with exhaustion.

As you drift, Bee does too, until you’re both asleep, with Simon and Johnny holding their breath collectively, eyes flicking from you, to Bee, to one another every other second, like they can’t believe what they’re seeing.

[dcandyland]

Um, just to clarify Sun, we don’t want you guys gone! We just really want our Sun and Moon back

If there was a way to get them back and also let you guys stay here, that’s the outcome we (or at least I) would prefer!

-🍄 anon

[yourturntolive]

nao, why dont you like keiji?

…artistic differences

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Had a random thought just now that I absolutely had to share with you because why the hell not? 141 with a baker bf/gf/partner that always ends up giving them lil treats subtly, like, it’s just kind of already made but their not eating it so they casually offer it up to them and they all just adore it, bonus points if the partner is wearing an apron, the guys definitely just want to bend them-. Anyways yeah, baker partner x 141. Definitely didn’t think of this while I was baking.

~🍄

It ain't much but I raise you:

Little 141!boys x baker!reader thots:

Johnny who licks your spoons and spatulas. No, he doesn't care about the raw eggs and flour. It's free protein, don't you know, bonnie? He'll also get his grubby fingers in icing/buttercream/ganache and lick it.

Simon who has a major sweet tooth but doesn't show it... Until you've baked a fresh batch of something, leave it on the counter to cool and when you come back 30 minutes later, half of it is gone.

Kyle who likes coming to the kitchen when you're frying sweet things, especially things you later have to drudge in cinnamon sugar or dunk in icing, and comes just so he can eat them Right when they're ready.

John who comes sniffing into the kitchen whenever you're baking. For some reason he likes watching. And maybe, just maybe, he likes it when you let him taste what you're making. It doesn't have to be a full treat or pastry... But if you're making something (especially with fruit), he'll want to taste to see if it's "up to par".

[depravedprincess26]

Hm, I'd like to apply and be your distant uncle who's just moved in nextdoor. And as luck would have it, my bedroom is just opposite yours, so I can see through your window. When you change, when you sleep, when you play with your brothers and sisters...

🍄

I do have a bad habit of never closing my blinds... Uncle would be able to see everything. Even me trying on new lingerie, or walking around my room naked after a shower, or taking nudes of myself 🙈 Maybe my big brother figures it out and pushes my bare tits up against the window while he's fucking me to make sure you have a good view 🥺

[nvmadic]

Okay so Roommate!Jschlatt finding out that his roommate is stealing his clothes. He acts all pissed and defensive but in reality he melts when he finds out.

Not a request just a little blurb.

Also can I be 🍄 anon? I’m new to your posts (:

of course ! 🍄 anon i love you for this idea mwah

admittedly schlatt was a bit confused when he noticed that his clothes were disappearing from his wardrobe faster than usual. some items being returned as if they had never left, some vanishing without a trace.

it wasn’t until one evening he was in the kitchen late one night after a night of gaming, grabbing something to snack on. then all of a sudden, under the soft glow of the lights and the patter of your feet he heard you wandering in.

slowly turning his head to the source of the noise, he saw you. wearing his green wilson hoodie, it’s large size swallowing your body. you couldn’t help but freeze, not expecting to see him as you came to grab a glass of water.

“is that my fucking hoodie?” he monotonously quizzed, his brow furrowing slightly as he glared at you. there was a brief pause as you hesitated to speak.

his expression was difficult to pinpoint; his face seemed rather stern but there was a playfulness in his eyes.

“yeah- sorry, they’re just-”

“i’m gonna have no clothes left if you keep at it,” he retorted as he shook his head with annoyance. his back leaned against the countertop as he finished the remnants.

“sorry, i’ll take it off,”

“well there’s no fuckin’ point now you’re already wearing it,” he retorted blandly before there was a temporary lapse in conversation. “just- keep that one, i was gonna get rid of it anyway.”

he seemed to brush off the comment and not make a huge deal of the situation, feigning that he was doing it out of niceness. however, he would be lying if he didn’t just love how you looked in his clothes.

he watched as you poured yourself a glass of water, sleepily. god did you look so fucking cute.

“y’know, just ask like a normal person next time,” he spoke rather coldly, deflecting his true emotions. he didn’t want to outright tell you to never wear them again otherwise he wouldn’t be blessed with your sight. he then disappeared back into the confines of his bedroom.

slipping into bed and not being able to get the thought of you out of his head.

[cod-dump]

The only reason Ghost has this mentality was because of his home situation. He just never broke the habbit, and frankly, he doesn't want to. He loves the reactions he gets out of people sometimes.

Like, his family had enough money for meals like—a good amount of the time—but there would be some bad months where meals had to be extremely stretched out, or no food for certain days. His dad's drug and gambling problem was absolutely zero help, and his mom never really worked. Simon would always make sure his brother would have at least something, and he did that by giving Tommy his portions, but he never actively starved himself.

He would give Tommy and his mom good quality foods that he bought with his own money, then ate whatever scraps looked edible enough. His stomach built a lot of immunity this way, and he never grew out of the habit of eating whatever he found.

His time with Roba did not help at all. He ate whatever scraps he would get because his feeding days were so far and few between.

Even as he "healed" it's just a habit that stuck with him. His quality of life in the beginnjng built it, and his time in the military and with Roba only solidified it.

Ghost doesn't care about the actual origins anymore because he's a big guy who eats a lot and likes to freak out his colleagues.

(sorry for the long idea—also can i be 🍄🍂 since every anon is giving themselves an identifer?)

When Soap had first witnessed Ghost eat two week old leftovers he found at the back of the fridge, all he could think of was “Who hurt him?”.

Of course he thought that in a joking manner.

But as he learned more and more about Ghost, when Ghost finally opened up to him about his childhood… Soap did everything he could that would let Ghost know that he didn’t have to continue with these old habits. Soap was quick to always check the fridge and get rid of old food, making sure everything was fresh.

He started packing Ghost lunch. Homemade meals that Soap learned from his gran that he normally only made for himself. He made sure that Ghost always had something fresh. And each time he gave Ghost a kiss on the cheek when handing off his lunch, reminding him that he can have good food and not have to pass it off to someone else.

[anton-luvr]

hi!!! this isn't a request and idk if this counts as a soft thought but i'm currently in anton brainrot hours so i give: losing you in a convenience store and finding you talking to another man, watching your conversation from afar curiously, but then you laugh at something the man said and he starts to feel a little jealous >:(

from your perspective, you took your eyes off of your giant boyfriend for like five seconds to look for milk and suddenly he's just. gone. so you go to the first person you see, asking if they'd seen which way your directionally challenged bf walked off to, but they're just like ".... uhm. is he tall? because i think i see his head." and in the reflection of the freezer doors you see the top of anton's hair peeking out from behind an aisle, except you can also see his eyes and eyebrows and he just looks like >:

but then you turn and look at him directly and anton just🧍🏼‍♂️

he awkwardly shifts from his spot and offers you a sheepish smile upon realizing that you were actually laughing at him spying (very terribly) on you. even if it's obvious you forgot the other man's face the second your eyes landed on anton, your boyfriend's still standing there like ☹️, a little unsure, making small grabby hands at you. you have to go over to him and take his face in your hands as you gently scold him not to go off unannounced because:( you missed him:( but there's still a small pout on his lips that you gently kiss away, wrapping your arms around him and reassuring him that you'd happily climb into his hoodie and walk around like that if it makes him feel better. you even joke about clipping his keys to your belt so that you can stay attached at the hip and he snorts at that, giving in and nudging his nose into the side of your neck. with your reassurance that you won't stray from his side again (it was his fault in the first place but he's sulky and you know he won't shut up if you point that out), the two of you resume your grocery shopping.

except he disappears AGAIN and not even 10 minutes later he's tying a bright red balloon to you "so i don't lose you!" you have no idea where he got it from (did he buy it? did he steal it from a kid? you'll never know) and you begrudgingly entertain him by smiling politely at the other customers giving you confusing looks - it's worth seeing your boyfriend walk around with his head high, a toothy grin, and slightly red ears - but it's only after you two get home that you see the huge "RETURN TO ANTON LEE" scribbled all over it in bold sharpie.

you smack the back of his head.

no, he doesn't apologize.

(this is so long i am so sorry)

(also hi can i be 🍄 anon 🫶🏽)

THIS IS SO ?!@?@#?@#?!@?!@?!! anon i love your mind you are a sexy genius oh my god…. im gonna be thinking about this for WEEKS… you should write fics omg this is so cute im going to lose it and bang my head against the wall

and yes ofc u can!!! welcome 🍄 anon <3 also dont be sorry wtf thank u for blessing me with this 😮‍💨

[atinystaypixie]

Pixie. Pixie PLEASEEEEEEE. Can I just get a taste of subby!Fatgum. Girl please, you need new people on that damn BNHA master list and I will give you the heaviest pictures I have of cannon accurate Toji cock, please I beg of you. You know what, I don’t even care if it’s sub or dom, I just want him

-🍄

MY BABY 🍄!! THANK YOU FOR THE LONG WAIT AND BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME! I FINALLY FINISHED IT! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT😙🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

WC: 1.2k+, Not proofread (as usual 😭)

CW: Pussy eating, kind of switch of power, mostly Service Top!Taishiro aka Fatgum, sex on the couch, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it)

18+ MDNI!!

When you told him to come give you a kiss, you meant a kiss on the lips of your face not the ones between your thighs. You had been happy to see him after he returned from the gym. The broad shoulder man always loved to work on his physique and spent hours there. His best reward was coming back to you after working hard and you would always greet him so sweetly.

But his favorite sweetness was your sweet pussy. He would convince anyone that your pussy was the healthiest meal for him. Your juices were an energy boost. A natural source of dopamine. You didn't even make it from the living room couch as he pushed you back and took you right there.

"Tai! Baby, aren't mmm aren't you tired?" You were met with a toothy grin.

"Not at all. Gotta eat to stay strong." He placed a kiss to your folds before running his tongue up your slit. Your juices were essential to his survival and he wouldn't waste a drop of them. Coating his tongue in them before wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit. The sucks he gave to your bud causes you to squirm and buck your hips to his face. He places a firm hand on your thighs keeping you spread for him. "Stop squirming. Let me enjoy my meal."

Taishiro always showed his love for eating, so it was no different when it was time for him to eat you out. He was moaning, pure bliss flowing through his veins from your taste. His dick stiffening as he licked another thick stripe up your folds. The roughness of his tongue against you forcing your voice to hum out through the room. The knot in your stomach tightening as he started scissoring his fingers in and out of you.

Your voice gave out before you could tell him you were releasing on his tongue. A high pitch squeal replacing the words you were about to moan out for the muscular man between your legs. He didn't need warning, he knew your body all too well. The fluttering of your walls around his thick fingers, the way your thighs flexed under his hands. He caught every drop that you gave him. He loved the taste of you and refused to lwt any go to waste. Taishiro's eyes rolled back at your juices hitting his tongue. His body felt charged as he tasted your climax.

"So good. My favorite. Good girl." He was speaking through licks as he helped you through your orgasm. He didn't let you calm all the way down before he was pulling off his pants and stroking his heavy cock. His cock was thick just like every other muscle on his body. Your lips were met with his as he slid into you. The taste of your release was still on his tongue as he swirled his with yours.

His dick was sensitive. The man truly loved eating you out, just being between your legs was enough to have him on edge. He was barley fully in when he let out a whine from you wrapping around him.

"Tai, aww my baby. Take it slow." You often would have to guide the beefy man through fucking you. His brain would turn to mush the minute your wet cunt sucked him in. Tai had great stamina, but your pussy did something to him. He could never hold out for long when it came to you. Your nails scratching down his back, the moans that left your mouth, your lips trailing his jaw as he delivered slow deep strokes to you. He couldn't help but always be ready to burst inside of you.

It didn't hell he had wired himself to only focus on your pleasure. He only wanted to fuck you how you wanted to be fucked. There was no pleasure in it if you weren't getting the pleasure you deserved. "Like this, baby?" He ached for your approval. Eyes locking with yours, searching for the answer he already knew but needed to hear.

"Y-yes! Tai, right there!" It was intense. You could never tell who was in control. He whined for you constantly but the way he fucked you always would remind you how big he is. He messed with your brain more than you messed with his. You could tell him anything to do and he would, but the pleasure he gave you by hitting the insides of your walls so perfectly made you clutch and beg for him more. Incoherent sentences flowing from your mouth as a large, veiny hand held your head up so he could stare into your eyes.

He took his free hand and lifted your leg higher, placing it over his shoulder. Your ankle being met with a sweet kiss from him as he watched your face morph into more pleasure. "You like that, pretty girl." It wasn't even a question at this point. More of a statement that he loved seeing you nod your head furiously as your breath caught in your throat every time he thrusted into you. Glossy eyes shined back to him as he released shaky breaths feeling your walls flutter again. He placed a thumb on your clit making a loud moan rise out of your chest.

Leaning closer to you with your leg on his shoulder still, he continues rubbing your clit as his other hand now tweaks your perk nipples. "Gonna cum for me, baby? Come on. Wet this dick up." Tai was playing with your body, working your sensitive spots as he was face to face with you. His hips grinding into you over and over making your eyes go cross. "Let me kiss you properly please? Give you the kiss you asked for early please." The switch between fucking you dumb then giving you the power would never make you tired.

Moaning out a yes to him as you opened your mouth for him. Tai loved getting your approval to love you right. He let spit drip out of his mouth and into yours before he locked lips with you. Pushing his tongue in and out, letting your saliva mix. The kiss heavy and moan broken. Clapping of your skin connecting at the hips and smacks of your lips sounded out as he fucked you into the couch.

It was when he hooked a hand under your hips and lifted you slightly that your back arched up higher and your head fell backwards. Your second orgasm rushed out of you. His tip hit that special spot deep inside you perfectly for the last time. Your moans went straight into his ear as he kissed your exposed neck. The twitches of your body being held in his hands.

When you started whimpering from oversensitivity he finally pulled out and released onto your soaked pussy. His milky white cum covering your cunt as he used his thick dick to spread it around. He loved making a mess of your cunt. Placing one last kiss to your lips, he lowered your hips back to the couch.

"Let me clean you up." Such a gentleman. A wonderful lover. The best you could ask for as he slipped back down between your legs and got to work licking your pussy again.

Taishiro loved eating your pussy.

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I didn't really know him well so i had fun looking him up! Him so pretty yall!! Thanking my 🍄 nonnie for showing me him😙 thank 🍄 nonnie for being so patient with me too!😙🫶🏽

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[hyunsvngs]

I have this thoughts (vivid images in my brain I could recreate if given a pen and paper) of minho being so damn confident in his body that walking around naked isn't bothering him at ALL,.....ure just laying in bed waiting for him, maybe already ready in bondage and pretty bunny fit and he comes closer to the bed with his dick out and hanging ( like u said the biggest of them all yes 👍) and his walk and gaze just shows how much power he has over u and how high he sees himself and FUCK I came in my pants

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a few nights ago i hopped on a server vc and i’ve been thinking about it since because: i got high and thought about minho’s dick swinging while he walks.

it being so long even when soft that when he walks it slaps against his thighs… and yes. maybe ur tied up and he’s stood there, his cock not even hard but fully naked anyway with those delightful tits out too….. and you’re staring because how can you not!! “really, kitty? i’m not even horny. are you?” OF COURSE YOU ARE!!! HES FREAKING TIED U UP

and yeah that gaze… his feline eyes half lidded, head tilted to the side with his bunny teeth digging into his bottom lip. he’ll jerk himself til he’s hard, little sighs and ‘mmph!’s leaving his lips. oh boy i need him so bad

[peachesofteal]

oh the image of Simon holding Darling while Johnny holds Bee in the latest baby trap installment 🥹 I just want so much more of them just being there trying to support Darling while repenting for their mistakes, even when she fights them the whole way

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Beautiful mushroom anon is referencing this.

The guys are so... annoying. Concerned. Loving. Doting. I hate them. I love them. I could write an entire fic of this angst/pining/let us help you mess. I want them showing up at every beck and call, every whim. Groveling. Crying. I want it all. (I will also probably write it all for disco baby because that's the one that's going to be a full fic.)

18+ MDNI / baby trap au / dark and mature themes

"I'm here, I've got ya." You murmur, patting Bee's back while you hold her over your shoulder, trying to bounce her just a bit, enough to get her to burp. The movements work fairly quickly, and then you're leaning back again, foot rest coming rising under your feet and tucking your giant fleece blanket up around your waist with one hand.

"Need help?" Johnny asks, and you shake your head.

"No." Be nicer, they're being super helpful. You can't help but eye him with suspicion while he smiles shyly at you, perched on the opposite end of the other couch in your living room, fingers tapping together with nervous energy.

"Do you want to try to eat some lunch?" Simon sits a tray down on the cushion beside you, a plate with a sandwich and your favorite fruits already sliced up, along with a peanut butter smoothie. He's deposited your water bottle, refilled, on the side table next to you, within arm's reach if you need it.

Bee coos with a sleepy smile, pressing her face to your chest and you blow out a breath. She's going to fall asleep on you, again.

You could give her to one of the guys...

No. Just because they come over here, and take care of you, and wait on you hand and foot, doesn't mean you forgive them.

You do not forgive them.

The peanut butter smoothie calls to you, it's perfect consistency, perfect taste something you haven't had in so long, since before you left them. You want a sip, or to just down the whole thing, you want-

A cough scrapes across the bottom of your lungs.

You turn your face away from Bee instinctively, but you're not strong enough right now to really hold her from your body, and your shoulders tense as you try to draw a breath. Fucking pneumonia. Fuck.

"Take-" you croak, and Simon reads it, scooping the baby from your arms before you start to shake with the effort of your wheezing. It makes you lightheaded, and dizzy, and your eyes blink slowly after the fit is over, trying to get your equilibrium right.

Suddenly, you're exhausted. All over again. It's frustrating, increasingly so, and your patience has run thin. It's overwhelming, and frightening, how you could have gotten this ill, and now- now you're crying.

"Oh, darling." Johnny whispers, and you shake your head.

"'m fine." you sob out a protest. Jesus Christ. You are pathetic. This is so embarrassing.

"I know ye are, I know." Neither of them move, waiting, holding their breath. They don't want to push you, don't want to encroach on your very established boundaries, so they'll wait, which is even more frustrating at times, because it feels like they're trying to draw you out, push you to your limit even if that's not what's happening. "Please, can... can I help? Do ye want to go lay down?" Johnny's inched closer now, close enough you can see the sparkling blue of his eyes, his sweet and concerned face that watches every movement you make.

The dark of your room sounds so nice, so much easier, and you nod miserably.

"Alright, come on. I've got ye." He coos, and then wraps an arm around you, plucking you from the couch like Simon plucked the baby from your arms. "Bee's right behind us." He assures, because he knows you'll flip out, and sure enough, you hear her sleepy babbles over his shoulder. "We're all just gon' have a bit of a rest, yeah?" Simon situates her in the bassinet in your room, while Johnny places you slowly onto your bed. He hovers, watching while you peel back the covers and snuggle yourself down into them, turning on your side until you can't see either of them.

The baby monitor is deposited on the pillow next to you, while Simon murmurs something about being just outside if you need them.

Whatever. You roll your eyes but something, something very small, very far away in your heart, echoes with a ping of gratitude, and you and Bee drift off for an afternoon nap.

[dcandyland]

ECLIPSE WE’RE SEEING MORE OF YOUR TRAUMA

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[yourturntolive]

Haiii!! What is kurumada and Anzu relationship like?(im trying to push my kurumada Anzu siblings agenda(the siblings ever))

deep down he cares about her but will NEVER admit it