#🐀 anon

[deviouz]

thinking about leon kennedy and how he talks you through another orgasm and how he's just the softest dom - 🐀

i love love love gentle dom leon so much <3

“c’mon, sweetheart, you can give me one more, can’t you?”

his voice is gentle against your ear, evading your senses in such a way it has you feeling just the slightest bit overwhelmed by the sensation of it all. it was a stark contrast to the way his fingers pistoned in and out of your drooling cunt. it had been difficult to keep still after the second orgasm, and the third one had left leon with no choice but to keep your legs pried apart with his own. confusion plagued your mind, only managing to seep in passing waves amidst the rampant pleasure.

“leon, can’t,” your words were slurred as your body trembled, thighs trying their absolute hardest to clamp shut around his incessant hand. “too much, too much, please-!”

the soft coos and gentle shushing had you keening, eyes rolling back at the curl of skilled fingers, thumb unwavering against your swollen clit.

“you’re so good for me, so pretty,” leon grinned as he watched your back bow for the umpteenth time that night. your cries of ecstasy reverberated in the otherwise quiet room. as you came, body shuddering and writhing about in the comfort of his arms, leon eased you through the aftermath of your climax. chest heaving, your eyes finally slipped shut. your thoughts had finally cleared, coherency beginning to front itself once again.

“one more time?” leon’s hand went to rub at your thighs, taking pleasure in the way you canted into his touch. “let me see you cum on my cock, baby.”

[princessbrunette]

good morning princess!!!! or evening or afternoon!!!

i fell asleep last night thinking about sleepy sex with jj, maybe he came to bed late or you just had a nap but the thought of him just sliding into bed behind you, all warm and soft, pressing kisses to your sleep-warm skin, pulling your ass back against his hips <333 murmuring in your ear between kisses about how warm you are n how much he missed you and how he much he NEEDS YOU !!

needless to say i had a great sleep teehee

-🐀

good afternoon!

⊹ ׅ ۫ ꒰১ ˖ ˚ ♡ ˚ ˖ ໒꒱ ۫ ׅ ⊹

with jj, he wants you to suggest it. even if he’s dying to get himself inside of you— his pride will always make him touch on you just enough so that you come across more eager than he does. he wakes you when he climbs into the bed— drinking up as much of your warmth as he can as he stuffs his chin in the crook between your shoulder and neck whilst pushing his hands up your camisole. the weight of his bulge on your ass is comforting and familiar almost, and your half awake brain doesn’t really process his intentions when he pushes it against you.

“so, i did not mean to be gone all day.” he apologises, an octave above a whisper. “are you mad?”

you ask yourself, and you’re not— honestly. sometimes things just come up, it also didn’t help that you were barely awake, the feeling of his body against yours making it hard to be mad at anything.

“no, just glad you’re back.” you whisper, and he kisses your cheek in relief, pulling you even tighter against him. you think that’s gonna be the end of conversation and he’s going to let you doze off once more but he speaks again.

“i missed you today, real bad. kept turnin’ around thinking i was gonna see your lil face beside me and then i’d remember you weren’t there.” he chats quietly as his fingers dip into your waistband. he doesn’t go lower, just keeps his hand tucked there, drawing back to press a kiss to your back.

“mhm.” you respond clearly half asleep, so a hand creeps up towards your tit.

“missed touchin’ on you, mama.” he presses another kiss, and then you start to wake up. something else wakes up too, and now you’re pushing your ass back against him. “there she is.”

“m’sleepy.” you remind him, and he gently rolls you onto your back, pressing kisses in the dark to your tired parted lips.

“oh i’ll be so gentle. treat you like a real princess.” he continues kissing and touching until its like his body finds your passcode and your legs fall open for him. “just so warm… how can i be expected to resist this? just cruel, babydoll.” he murmurs, dragging his lips down your chest making you arch a little off the bed.

“just take it.” slips out your mouth on his descent downwards.

“hm?” he coo’s, focused on massaging your hips and slowly dragging your panties down.

“j’st take what you want.” you mewl, shuddering now that the blankets had been taken away from you. he licks his lips, glancing up at you once your panties are down past your knees.

“you know just what i wanna hear, dont’cha sweetie?”

⊹ ׅ ۫ ꒰১ ˖ ˚ ♡ ˚ ˖ ໒꒱ ۫ ׅ ⊹

[tired-biscuit]

general!kiba’s surprise when you initiate sex for the first time. watching him train that day had you thinking all sorts of thoughts about him, his speed, the way he moved so effortlessly. so gracefully. the way he manhandled his troops when they were sparring. has him growing desperately hard when you sit on his lap and whine about how bad you want him when you go to your room for the night. let’s you fuck him. which is an entirely new experience. let’s you set the pace as you bounce up and down on his- *gets yanked off stage by comically large cane*

- 🐀

BRING LITTLE MOUSEY ANON ONTO THE STAGE, BRING THEM BACK RIGHT NOW!!

18+ fem!reader / royalty AU

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he tries so hard to let you have control.

but goddammit, it's hard. it's really fucking hard to just watch you ride his cock and hold you by the hips so that you can try and take him better, deeper, and simply do... nothing.

he watches your face as you straddle his lap and hold the tightest grip he's ever felt from you on his shoulders. he's reclining in the armchair that's positioned in one corner of your shared bedroom; the one that's big enough for you to sink your knees in now that you're riding him, and that he sometimes just plops on to people watch whilst they tend to their chores in the courtyard below.

feeling how soft the cushioning is underneath him as you slowly bounce up and down, kiba thinks it's borderline bizarre. he still isn't quite used to owning a house this big and with so many riches stored inside it, even less to having a literal princess, blue blood coursing her veins and everything, sitting on his dick.

but he certainly won't complain about it.

no, the pay is too good to grumble about, even if he has to risk his life to acquire it from time to time. the expensive furniture, limitless supply of food and drink and comfort are all worth it, too. so he watches in silence. continues to sit in his brand new armchair like he's a king lounging on his throne, despite the fact that that's what your father's job is supposed to be.

and as for the king's daughter, well... the general just finds you adorable. the pace he's let you decide on is slow; careful. he wants to go faster, to take you in the usual fashion he prefers, which is in a much rougher way than this. wishes to ravage you until there'd be nothing left of you and he'd simply pass out from exhaustion right after and wake up in the morning feeling like his soul isn't stuck inside his body quite right. but alas, he can see that you're struggling, so he remains dormant.

and it's evident, your struggle. you've only taken a little more than half of his length and sweat already covers your brow in a layer so thick that it makes your skin gleam. one sleeve of your nightgown hangs loosely off of your shoulder, revealing your collarbone, which he's since littered with small bruises and bite marks, as well as the curve of your breast.

there are plenty of them, the love bites, because you've been at it for a long while. he's never been a patient man, but the moon that now sits high in the starry sky and drapes you both in its gentle light, can serve as his witness that he's still letting you do your thing.

though, his patience has pretty much run out by now.

because god, you're still so tight even after all this time; almost unbearably so. he knows it's because of the fact you're overthinking this entire thing, but the way your pussy squeezes him whenever he pushes into you by another inch makes him want to bare his teeth to the world and growl like an animal. to lift his hips and ram himself into you until you'd be so full of him that your little hole wouldn't even be able to leak a single droplet of his cum.

but he can't cum yet. silvery strings of your arousal and the saliva he's spat between you to make the job easier for you, now bridge the narrow gap between your bodies the moment your clit finally kisses the tuft of dark hair below his waist. he looks down at the contact and sure enough; there's a prominent ring of milky slick around the base of his cock when your hips stutter and you try to go back.

it's a small victory you've just achieved, albeit terribly short-lived for his taste, he thinks.

he supposes he understands the reason as to why; it's only been a short while since he's taken your virginity, after all. your most intimate parts are still sensitive, and the deep angle the position provides, as well as the way his thick cockhead now strokes some inner part of you that feels soft and awfully tender - too tender - proves to be something that greatly overwhelms you.

he holds you in it, however, the position. with his hands still on your hips, his grip suddenly turns tenacious and his knuckles flash stark white as he fights against you to keep you exactly where you are. it seems like he's done playing your game.

"hold still," he says, his voice slightly breathless but firmly gruff. it's the same assertive tone he uses when he's talking to his soldiers.

and it's also the same tone he spoke in whilst he'd been on the training grounds earlier today; shirtless, golden skin dewy from sweat, body moving effortlessly despite its great size. his jaw had been set, and you definitely noticed a rather intense look flare up in his dark eyes when he'd spotted you watching. even his presence alone had become more intimidating in mere seconds.

perhaps it had been because of the focus, or the pesky need to impress that tends to gnaw on him as of late. nevertheless, he looked just about ready to crush the skull of the unlucky rookie who'd had the balls to take him on either way.

and lucky him, it seems that he did actually manage to impress you by the end of the sparring session, because you're here now; doing this. you've offered yourself to him by taking charge right after you'd kissed him passionately by stepping onto your tippy-toes and pulling him in close. until he was groaning into your sweet mouth and grabbing greedy handfuls of your ass right over the nightgown.

you couldn't help yourself. something about the way he looked so graceful whilst fighting and teaching the younger men had lit some wicked urge inside you which you just couldn't ignore from how ceaselessly it kept clawing at the walls of your mind. the way he fights is like a dance, despite that he's made it clear to you that he won't and never will spin you around the ballroom of your father's castle.

he's just so-

you mewl, your body squirming as if trying to get away from him when he lifts his hips up to test out your newly-updated limits and abruptly breaks your train of thought. a pout forms as you say, "th-that hurts."

"it'll pass," he tries to console you coarsely. his throat feels like it's on fire, god you just feel so good. "just... ah, just give it a moment."

your whining fills the room in an instant at the way he brushes you off, and it grows louder by the second. his eyes want to roll into the back of his head from the sensation of being entirely inside you at long last. meanwhile, your own want to nearly pop out of your fucking sockets because of the overbearing fullness he makes you endure.

minutes pass; long minutes spent by panting and exchanging messy kisses. you listen to his request as you stay still and try to cockwarm him, as he calls it. he's deep in your belly, throbbing and growing even bigger, hotter. it makes your pulse skyrocket, especially when he readjusts on the armchair and eases his grip.

the tip of his nose bumps against your chin as he makes you tip your head back so that he can kiss your throat. his tongue is warm as he licks the sweat off your skin. the amount of salt that he tastes now only makes him feel guilty for straining your body to its limits like this.

"ride it," he urges you softly. unlike before, his voice is a mere coo now. "when you're ready."

"how?" you ask, swallowing hard. you sink your nails into his shoulders again as if readying yourself for the ache, but when you roll your hips to test it out, it's almost gone.

"however you want," he mumbles, smiling faintly at the little gasp you let out when you repeat the same movement for a second time. his face is nearly buried in your tits from how closely you cling onto him. he could die as a happy man like this, truly. "just fuck yourself on my cock until you cum... i am at your disposal."

heat sears your face because of his lewd language and the way he offers himself to you so freely. you doubt you'll ever get used to it, but it's nice to know that you've got the big bad war general wrapped around your finger. "...but i don't know how."

he chuckles at your sudden timidness. "i'll help you."

and just like that, his hands guide you to a slow, sensual rhythm again. up and down, up and down, up and down - you're taking him entirely this time. pride washes over you despite the loud squelching noises the wetness that you emit now causes, especially when he grunts out a quiet, "good girl... good lil' princess."

and when his thumb circles your clit, it's like heaven opens up just to swallow you whole.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)

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@violet-prism-creatively , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

I'm gripping onto this headcannon I have, where Remus is. Generally Remus. But there's a softness in him.

I feel like when I say there's a softness in him it's gonna be misinterpreted as me saying "he's uwu baby" but that is not what I mean

He's gross, disgusting, and scary as intrusive thoughts are. But there's a genuine, deep softness to his character that just presents itself in a loud and aggressive way.

Like maybe he likes bugs. Not just because he uses them to scare Roman. But he thinks multiple eyes are cool. Or their life cycle is interesting (like maggots growing and feeding off of dead things)

But I mention this here because I so desperately want to share how I think Remus and Virgil could bond about the creepy crawly stuff in cannon. I don't even need it in a romantic way MR SANDERS PLEASE GIVE THEM AT LEAST 2 SECONDS OF "aren't spiders neat?!"

-🐀

Y E S Y E S Y E S T H I S!!! Ree has so many moments where he takes pride in his creations (The Mr. Fuzzy gift to Vee scene is a big example) He's a dork, he's chaotic, he's bold and most importantly he has interests so I think he most definitely has a soft side to an extent where he can bond with someone and a certain Emo happens to share a lot of said spooky interests and I N E E D them to talk about Spiders together!!!

[dirtyvulture]

nat with hispanic r that’s js whimpering, going so dumb from Natasha’s touch that they can’t even speak English anymore 🐀

Nat calling R "Papi" and they just lose it right there 😭

[dontmakemeright]

I wanna be owned by you so much Sir...

Pumped full of your litter. Bit and marked by you. I'll do whatever you want.

You're making me crazy.

- 🐀

God, I love greedy little pets like you ~ Just begging to be owned, no matter what. That's everything you're good for, hm? Being Sir's pretty breeding toy, holes and tummy so full of me you can't ever think about something else than how much you're mine.

[whorekneecentral]

honestly just the thought of neymar w a shy/quiet plus sized girl while he has an innocence kink and she secretly has a daddy kink 😻 like imagine he's just pounding her on his lap, him shirtless in grey sweatpants and she's wearing a mini plaid skirt, fishnet tights and one of his jerseys and she accidentally calls him daddy.. this is driving me insane pls write a scenario like this if you can babe tysm <33 also i just was thinking of him as a sugar daddy earlier btw i didn't intend to request anything on it but if you feel like you wanna write sugar daddy!ney i'm here for it :) tysm again and no pressure if you're not motivated hun xx

-🐀 anon

turns out I did have the request! it just got buried lmao // also I skipped and just did her wearing his jersey cause like.. less clothes to take off = faster you get fucked 💅🏽 -- tw: daddy kink

The Brazilian NT had returned home, sad but heads held high with what they had achieved. Your boyfriend had been in a bit of a mood considering what had happened and you understood that but you weren't used to seeing him so down. 

Usually, Ney was the loud one, bouncing off the walls with energy, a smile on his face and the last few days had been a bit tough. 

He was lazing on the couch today, the highlights of the Argentina and Croatia match rerunning on the screen. “Hey,” you sat on his lap, his arms instantly wrapping around you and pulling you back against him. He smiles when he sees the bright yellow shirt you had on. 

“Where’d you find this?” He asks, a finger tracing the number 10 on the back. 

“Closet,” you turn to face him, straddling him. 

His hand rubs up and down your back softly, sliding down to your thighs. He gives them a squeeze, fingers tapping random beats against it. Your arms rest over his shoulders, fiddling with the chain he had on. Ney’s hands were cold despite being out in the heat, sliding under the big t-shirt you had on. 

“What are you doing ?” You ask him and he hums, “nothing.” 

His arms wrapped around you and you quickly wrapped your legs around his middle. You let out a giggle when he pinches your side, carrying you to the bedroom, kicking the door shut before he dropped you on the bed.

He had settled between your legs, one hand roaming your bare thigh as you pulled him down by his chain to kiss him. Your boyfriend lets you kiss him, pushing against you and your back arches just a bit, Ney managing to pull your shirt up.

You mumble a no when he pulls away, moving to kiss down your neck and chest, finding his way along your stomach to between your legs. Ney leaves a few marks and kisses along the inside of your thigh, his arm hooked under your thighs, hands on your hips and fingers trailing along the hem of your panties.

“Ney,” you mumble, closing your thighs to get his attention.

He pushes them open, “what ?” He looks up at you.

You hum, “do something.”

“Beg.”

That gets your attention, you prop yourself up on your elbows to look at the man between your legs. “What ?” You ask, “you brought me in here and now I have to beg you to do something ?”

“C’mon, sweetheart.” 

You fall back onto the mattress, Ney’s thumb rubs slow circles over your clit. “Fuck,” you breathe, hips bucking for more.

He doesn’t give you, just reminds you; “ask nicely.”

If you wanted him, and you really did, you had to do what he said no matter how much you wanted to give him attitude and tell him no. “Please, Ney - I need it.”

“You can do better than that.”

“Please, you’re so unfair, need you so bad.” you hum. “Come on, please daddy, please.”

Ney looks up at you, a smile on his face. “What?”

“What?” you look down at him, cheeks red. 

“Say that last bit again.” 

Your eyes meet his, the words slipping past your lips. “Want you to fuck me, please daddy.” You whisper and he smiles, kissing you as he gets up to get undressed. You follow him, pulling off the very little clothes that remained before you got back on the bed.

You didn’t make it very far, Ney pulled you to the edge of the bed by your legs and he settled between your legs; one pulled over his shoulder and the other around his hip.

“What do you say ?” He asks you. He was laying it on thick but to be fair, you started that this morning.

“Please fuck me, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Ney lets you take him little by little, pulling out almost all the way each time before finally pushing into you all the way. He's in charge and you both know it, letting him set the pace; slow and steady and it was driving you insane.

You needed him.

You didn’t want slow, you wanted it hard and messy, the type of fuck where you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

“Daddy, please.” Your hand reaches to rest on his hand that’s on your hip. “Need more.”

“Do you?” He hums, moving a little faster.

You know giving him attitude won’t help but you can’t help but roll your eyes, “more than that.”

“Needy,” he calls, pulling you closer by your legs.

[macaw-squawks]

Hai!

If you can, will you please make a rat based stimboard?

Please and thank you! :) -🐀

Rat stimboard!

Requested by: 🐀 anon

Hope this works, anon! Wasn't too sure what sorta theme to go with, so ofc I found some silly stereotypical rat gifs (had to go with the cheese stuff lol) let me know if you'd like any changes!! :>

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[eyesxxyou]

jus a lottle hc i have mwhehehe

hobie x tattoartist!reader and they get matching tattoos but its their initials on the inside of their lips. with the reader they just freehand their initials as they already have tattooing experience. where as hobie has to draw it than get it stenceled blah blab blah and have another tattoo artist do it. but just imagine a scribly h.b. inside your lip like whatttt. (and ofc ur initials on his)

also those tattoos only last like 5 years + their not as visible so likeee even if they break up it wont be as noticeable.

-🐀

Everytime you get it redone it's like a contract renewal 😭😭😭

[befuddled-calico-whump]

You know what would be awful for the test track au? If vic just happened to stop by after a particularly brutal test. Sahota is more wreaked than usual and is aware that vic is there and is really hoping this is the last of it.

But its just a check in. Vic determines that sahota is fine to continue (probably in a 'he better stick through this if he wants to show he can take it') before leaving. No idea when this will end and also maybe embarrassed/scared of being so weak in front of vic.

-🐀 rat anon

😭😭 Sahota thinks he's going home but Vic leaves without him

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

May write this later but sharing to get others to add on

Living my life like a best friends to lovers trope, me and my best friend staged a fake proposal at a restaraunt in order to get free cheesecake. This whole thing just smells like a cheesy fanfic about them.

Like, they walk into the restaraunt planning this whole fake-marriage-proposal on the fly, it's literally something they came up with in the parking lot. And because this restaraunt is hours away from their homes the chances of them coming back are so slim to nothing that "come on let's fuck around a little bit, maybe we'll get free dessert out of it"

"Okay"

Virgil is embarrassed and anxiously stimming the whole time, but he's excited cuz its so stupid it may actually work. The plan is that one of them (Virgil) will run to the bathroom, and Remus will pull the waiter aside and share the secret: "I'm proposing to my boyfriend tonight, I was wondering if I could order his favorite cheesecake ahead of time and you bring it out at the end of the meal?"

Virgil comes back out and they're giggling together at their stupid scheme. Once or twice they talk about if they should back out cuz "oh the waiter is telling all her coworkers" and "oh my god why are we doing this were roping in so many people into our lie"

"Imagine we go through with this and it doesn't even work"

They share a meal because the portionings at this restaraunt are absolutely insane (and it has absolutely nothing to due with the fact theyre broke college students and this is more cost effective, not at all). By the end of it there's still a third of it left. Virgil offers the rest of it to Remus to take home because "we got what I wanted to eat, you should at least be allowed to have the leftovers" and Remus is like "you enjoyed it so much, you should take it home"

And the cheesecake finally gets delivered, it's a chocolate-cherry-something or another. Across the plate is a cherry and chocolate drizzle spelling out "happy aniversarry" and Virgil is wondering when that aspect got woven into their lie. Suddenly he gets pulled up from the table by Remus. His hands shook as Remus got down to one knee, and now everyone is watching them and the waiter has Remus's phone and is recording the whole thing. He knew to expect this but the fact it was actually happening?? He could barely hear what Remus was saying.

"Virgil, we have known each other for six amazing years, and I got to call you mine for five of them. I want to take this moment and make you mine forever. Will you marry me, and have me as yours, for the rest of our lives?"

Virgil couldn't convince himself to speak but he nodded, and Remus pulled himself up and pulled Virgil into a hug. Virgil was still shaking, nearly losing his balance as he flopped back into the seat.

"Damn it. We don't have any forks."

Forks. Thats what Remus was focused on? Forks for what-- right, cheesecake. That was their mission. Free cheesecake.

God damn it, that felt way too real. Virgil needed to drag himself back into reality.

"It's nice to know that's how it feels even though it's fake. Can't imagine how amazing it will be when I actually get proposed to"

"I know, right?"

They get the check. Remus wordlessly reads over it and starts laughing, tossing it over to Virgil.

Virgil's face goes white when he reads the charge next to the cheesecake. "Ten dollars?!" He whisper-shouts. "Highway robbery. All that just to be charged for the cheesecake!"

"Maybe you should have stormed off in anger, and leave me in front of all these people without an answer. That probably would have gotten the whole meal comped."

Wow I kinda popped off sorry for the long post ✨️😔 I'm too lazy to make this an actual fic but maybe I'll put the whole thing together one day. Or someone else could do it for me

-🐀

Committing to the bit but also committing to each other <3 I L O V E this S O fucking much I feel so bad for cackling at the fact that they did all that planned out and everything just for them to still be charged poor Vee got feels too XD Next time Ree should just sneak into the back where the kitchen is and once the dessert is done make a run for it XD

[dirtyvulture]

My birthday is tomorrow august 26 and I was wondering if you could do a sub!gp!reader dom!Natasha having passionate sex in the shower then as the get dressed in their room they get caught up in a make out session and things escalate on the bed 😖

-🐀

Did we miss your birthday by a month? 🥺

Well happy birthday 🐀 anon, I will see what I can cook up for you. :)