#(someone tell him to fuckin relax for once)

[inmaki]

gojo showing off your back scratches to geto

( cont from this fic! req, visual ) .

contains: sex talk, desc of back scratches, crack, sugu is called daddy once (as a joke.. right..)

everything was relatively peaceful in suguru's apartment. key word: relatively.

a forgettable yet appreciated sunday afternoon, not a cloud in sight despite the weather forecast predicting downpours of rain. either way, the raven-haired man insouciantly rested across his white couch, reaching the conclusion that today would be a day for self-care, relaxing, and perhaps some meditation.

there was only one thing ruining his peace.

all morning, suguru has been forced to try and ignore the stain a certain someone has left on his couch — a pair of unecessarily expensive yet dirty shoes being the culprit.

despite these attempts, every once in a while his gaze can't help but wander over at the mark — as if it'd poof out of existence if he glared hard enough.

"fuckin' asshole.." he mutters. it was a wonder his relationship with his best friend managed to stay so promising despite all their differences, yet suguru wouldn't have it any other way, even after situations like this.

right when he grumpily turns back to the tv — which was playing some crappy, low budget rom-com — his apartment door is yanked open and suguru swears he nearly jumps out of his seat.

great, was this it? was he about to get robbed, perhaps evicted? and then probably die? forced into the afterlife knowing gojo's shoe-shit was still on his new couch? no that can't—

"i fucked her!"

suguru whips his head towards the apartment door, announcement being disregarded as he nearly groans in agony. speak of the devil.

big blue eyes peak out from under circular sunglasses, one hand already raised in preparation for a dap up while his stupid, big, dirty shoe pushes the door closed behind him. gojo wears a black compression shirt with grey sweats, marching over to his friend with a ginormous grin across his cheeks.

"take your shoes off, now," suguru snaps, nodding to his friend's feet with a frown.

"yeesh... whatever y'say, daddy," the bastard never loses his smile as his hands raise in surrender, kicking them off by the door smoothly. "what's got your panties in a twist?"

geto pinches his nose bridge. "don't call me that," as he continues the scolding, he points to the living room with his free hand. "you got a mystery stain on my couch, satoru. do you know how many youtube videos i watched trying to get this shit off?"

unphased, gojo takes a look at the strangely colored blob against the armrest's leather material and shrugs. "my bad. did you try febreeze?"

"what— no? dude, febreeze is for.." when suguru looks back up to sourly meet his gaze, he could immediately tell the white-haired man was already drifting back into la-la-land, words going in one ear and out the other. "..nevermind. why're you here?"

at the reminder, satoru seemingly brightens, head shooting back up as if he was just told he'd won the lottery.

"oh god, don't make that stupid face—" he pauses. "the fuck are you doing?" suguru might as well say goodbye to his self-care day, because now gojo was stripping in the middle of his living room, shirt thrown haphazardly onto the still-very-much-stained couch.

"just look!" suguru squints as his friend swivels around to face the wall, pushing his bangs away to get a better view of the— oh shit.

it takes the raven-haired man a second to process what he's seeing before shuffling forward, closely examining the achingly red, bulging scratch marks displayed sexily across the latter's back and shoulders. "no way.."

suguru knows the strongest sorcerer well enough to notice how he purposely didn't use reversed cursed technique on these scratches, just so it'd be obvious to anyone that caught a glimpse of what exactly occured. to his further dismay, he can already picture a smug and sweaty gojo walking around their local gym like this, proud simper on his pretty lips as he easily raises a pair of weights in his veiny hands.

a hiss escapes geto's mouth as he runs his finger down a particularly agitated one, knowing exactly how painful they could be after experiencing many hook-ups of his own. even so, satoru only licks his lips, neck craning to the side so he can pride himself in his friend's gobsmacked expression.

"damn, these are deep. you actually hit it?" suguru confirms, raising a celebratory hand.

turning back around, satoru daps him up, a massive smirk now on both their faces. "hell yeah, it was amazing."

it was impossible to predict what gojo would do next after barging through his front door — especially considering how many times he's done so — but this has to be the last thing suguru ever expected.

not that he was complaining — in fact, all of geto's temper and need for relaxation seemingly flew out the window, the feeling of proudness for his best friend overthrowing anything else.

and even if he hated to admit it, the way gojo was so eager to come over and announce his virginity loss to him was more than a little endearing, and dare he say cute.

"that's great, man. congrats." suguru leads him into the kitchen — still shamelessly shirtless — to grab them both a can of beer in celebration. while the white-haired man usually didn't get involved with any form of alcohol, this occasion was most definitely exception-worthy. "you made y/n cum too, right?"

an offended glare is shot his way. "duh, two times."

"huh. surprised you could last."

as suguru pours their drinks into two fragile cups, gojo exhales, not bothered in the slightest by his jab. "dude, same.." he admits dreamily. "she was so fuckin' tight and warm.. and oh— fuck, her moans? heavenly.. 'can't believe i didn't bust after the first minute.."

geto gulps, trying his best to ignore the mental image his brain was producing from his dirty words. you can't blame him — both of you were smoking hot, and he was a simple man.

even now, he could already imagine what you both looked like; panting and moaning, skin-slapping so loud that it echoed through the whole room, how blissed out you'd look as gojo's cock split you in t—

satoru's playful sigh cuts through the tensing air. "who knows sugs, maybe you'll have another kind of stain to worry about next time we're over~"

he's never snapped out of a daydream so quickly. "don't even joke about that."

over the next hour, the two men sat manspread on the stained couch, taking leisure sips while recalling satoru's final moments as a virgin — suguru giving out his secret tips and tricks along the way.

maybe sometime, suguru could offer some.. hands-on learning instead.

mlist! <- sugu.. how could u think abt ur bestie and his gf like that... tsk tsk tsk (if u enjoyed reblogs/comments r appreciated heheh)

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[samthestrangerthingsfan]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, lots of parallels, reader is a lil down on herself but don't worry, eddie is down bad for her.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of weed and smoking, smut!! 18+, minors DNI.

AN: do i write 90% of my fics based on what pops into my head when i hear a certain song? yeah. also this is only half edited bc life. enjoy bbs <3

“Okay, okay,” You laughed. “One more hit then I’m tapped out, Eds.”

Eddie grinned, speaking through a half-held breath. “Oh no, Sweetheart. New stuff hittin’ a little too hard?”

You inhaled deeply, passing back to him what was left of the joint. It went straight to your head, and you flopped back, laying comfortably on Eddie’s bed.

Eddie inhaled, following suit, making your body bounce as he hit the mattress.

“Shit,” he mumbled. “Feel like I’m fuckin’ flying.” He grips your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Don’t let me float away, okay?”

You smile at him, taking in how fucking beautiful he looks under the dim lights in his bedroom.

“Never. You’re stuck with me, Eds.”

He looks down at you, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He took you in like he'd done 100 times before. Eyes trailing from your nose, to your eyes, landing at your mouth.

So fucking beautiful.

“Good," he breathes, pulling you in closer. "Just the way I like it.”

Eddie let go of you hand, only to wrap his arm around you and pull you into his chest. He placed a kiss to the crown of your head, "This okay?"

It's all I want. You think.

"Or do we have to get up and go watch that cheesy chick-flick I promised we'd watch.

You sighed, fiddling with the hem of your denim skirt. "I'd stay here all night if you let me."

That's all I want. He thinks.

Eddie leans back a bit, looking down at you. He's not sure if it's the weed making his so emotional, but he swears he could cry just looking into your eyes. "What am I gonna do if one of these dates you keep going on works out? What if someone takes you from me?"

He tries to sound relaxed, but the truth is, the thought keeps him up at night. There’s gonna be a guy that steals you away from him one of these days. Someone who can give you everything he can’t, someone brave enough to open their mouth and tell you just how much they love you.

and it'll crush him.

The laugh that escapes you is a cynical one, "Eddie, I've been on three dates with three different men, and I've gone home alone each time."

"So?" He asks.

"So," You scoff. "It means no one is interested in doing anything with me."

It’s true—to you at least. The guys you’d gone out with were either not looking to be tied down, or ran once they met you. The last guy thought you’d be easy because ‘the freak’s best friend has to be a freak herself right?’

The dates were a distraction for you. As your heart pined over the one guy you could have it all with, it was breaking too. Eddie hadn’t made a move on you—ever, and you weren’t brave enough too.

So the two of you sat in limbo, completely unaware that the other person was right there with you.

Eddie sits back, releasing you from his arms. "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" You ask, sitting back as well.

"That. Act like you're the problem, and not these shitty fucking dudes you keep going out with.” Eddie tried to control his tone, but his temper got the better of him. He cursed at himself for it.

Jesus H. Christ, Munson, get it together.

You push back from him fully now, "Eddie, the common denominator is me. I-I'm fucking broken or something."

“Stop that.” He seethed.

It’s a command—a tone you've heard him use with Steve, or Dustin, but not you.

Never with you.

Eddie stood as you sat up, hanging your legs off the edge of the bed.

"What--"

He turned back and got to his knees right in front of you.

“Stop talking about yourself like that. It’s fucking ridiculous.”

He was close to you, and with him on his knees, his gaze was just at your eye level. “You’re not broken. There's nothing wrong with you, you’re—you’re fucking perfect.”

“Eddie…”

“No, no, just…just shush for a second.” Eddie moved his hand to your cheek, his thumb sweeping across it gently. “You think all this shit about yourself and it’s just not fucking true. I wish, for a second, you could see yourself how I see you. I fucking adore you.”

You feel the warmth of his breath on your nose. His large hand on your cheek warms you, and you lean into the touch, closing your eyes.

Everything is Eddie in this moment. He’s invading every sense you had.

It’s overwhelming.

You can feel your eyes brim with tears. “You don’t have to say that, Eds. I’m okay. I’m just…I’m lonely, that’s all.”

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. He watched you, he saw the tears hidden beneath your lashes. How could you not see it? See how you were…everything to him?

His mind stopped for a moment, deciding whether or not to take the leap, to risk it all and not run for once.

Fuck it.

“I’m right here, Princess. I’ve been right here.” He leans his forehead on yours.

You exhale his name, “Eddie,”

“What,” he’s quick to ask. “What is it, Sweetheart?”

Your on fire with how close he is to you. But he doesn’t mean it, not in the way you hoped he would…does he?

Your eyes open, seeing his beautiful brown ones searching your face for some kind of clue as to what you’re feeling. You clasp your hand on top of his. “Please,” you beg. “Please don’t say things you don’t mean just to make me feel better. My heart can’t take it.”

He laughs softly, bringing his other hand up. He’s cradling your face gently, “Oh, Honey. You have no idea just how much I mean it.”

Eddie is overwhelmed with you. You’re everywhere, and he can’t fucking think straight. Probably a good thing right about now, because he’s about to do something he never thought he’d be lucky enough to do.

“Can,” he clears his throat. “Can I kiss you, Baby?”

With zero hesitation, you nod, earning a chuckle from Eddie.

“Gotta use your words, sweet thing.”

“Yes,” it comes out as a plea. “Kiss me...please.”

Warm warm warm.

It’s all you feel when he leans in. Then his soft lips are on yours, all the while he’s holding you as if you’d be the one to float away.

Eddie kisses you like he’s done it a thousand times. Like he knows your lips and the pattern that drives them crazy. He’s trying to tell you everything he’s been too afraid to say since the moment he met you.

There’s no one but you.

You’re everything.

I love you, please, let me love you.

Regrettably, you pull away. Breathless from the kiss, but also how surreal this moment is.

“I-I,” you sigh, touching your forehead to his. “I’ve wanted to do that for forever.” It comes out as whisper. As if you’d scare him away if you said it too loud.

Eddie smiles, a relieved laugh passing his lips. “Yeah?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

It’s quiet for a beat, Eddie is looking at you so softly and with such care.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says with all of the conviction in the world. “My pretty girl.”

“Am I?” You ask. “Am I yours?”

He nods, "If you want to be." He moves his hands, resting one on each thigh. He rubs them absentmindedly, likes he's trying to flatten the goosebumps that had prickled across your skin. “...and I’m yours. You've got me, Honey.”

Eddie's grin was still a shy one. You brush your hand across his face, pushing back any stray hairs. "Eds?"

He grips your wrist gently, placing small, tender kisses along the inside of it. The gesture is so simple, but it sends a heat through you like you've never experienced before.

"What is it, pretty girl? Whatever you want, whatever you need...it's yours."

You intertwine your fingers with his smoothly, "You, Eddie. Need you. Wanna make you feel good, Eds."

Now it was his turn to get goosebumps.

"Fuck, Angel. You can't just say that to me." He breathes.

Your bedroom eyes blink twice, "Please?"

A strangled moan vibrates from his chest, "Who am I to deny the fair maiden what she asks for?" Eddie stands, holding out a hand for you.

You're pulled to your feet by him, and he's looking at you through a brand new set of eyes. "One problem with that though, Princess. You come first."

You gasp as his hands take purchase of your ass, pulling you into him. "If anything, and I mean anything is too much, or too weird, you tell me, okay?"

You're nodding again, and he tuts at you. "Uh-uh. Words, baby."

Your arms fall around his neck and you press your body against his. "Yes, sir."

"Ho-ly-shit." He moans. "Yeah, I'm gonna kiss you now. Cool? Cool."

He's hungrier this time, kissing with teeth and tongue as his roaming hands explore your body.

"Eddie, Eddie..." You breath through swollen lips. "Too many clothes."

"You a mind reader or something?" He jokes, ripping the t-shirt from his body. His body was a work of art in more ways than one, and seeing it now, like this, made you crave it all the more.

You watch as Eddie falls to his knees, "Can I?" He asks, pulling at your skirt.

"God, yes."

He unbuttons the fastener, pulling the distressed denim down until it's pooling at your ankles. Eddie then came face to face with your black-lace covered heat.

"I-I'm dead right? I've died and now I'm at the pearly gates."

Your hands cover your face, "Eddie! Stop!"

He stands quickly, "No, baby, no. God, please don't hide from me." He pulls your hands away gently.

Your shirt is next to go, and so is the matching bra. Eddie pulls his pants down, leaving his boxers on.

"Lay down for me, Princess. Wanna take care of you.”

The timber of his voice makes you tremble. Once your comfortable on the bed, Eddie climbs on too.

“Now, I know this is all new, and we’re figuring things out as we go, but…” Eddie pauses, laying on his stomach between your legs.

He starts kissing his way up your legs. “I’ve been dreaming of eating this pussy for a long, kiss, long, kiss, long time.”

You’re so turned on you can barely speak, but you manage to get out a quiet. “Well what are you waiting for?”

Your thong is thrown into parts unknown, and Eddie starts to feast like a man starved.

“Eddie, fuck—“ his tongue explores your heat. His hands hold onto your hips as you grind down onto his mouth.

“Uh-uh, don’t hold back. Wanna hear you, Princess.” He dives back in, lips sucking on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He slips in one, the two fingers. Pumping and curling them slowly until he finds the spot that makes you see stars.

The fire in your belly is growing and you feel your legs start to shake. “Holy fuck, Eds—Eds I’m gonna cum!” Your hands take purchase in his hair, giving it a sharp tug as you feel the heat engulf you.

Eddie eats your pussy, drinking you in as you cum.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” You release your grip on his hair as you come down from your high.

Eddie crawls up your body, kissing you. You taste yourself all over his tongue. “Don’t be sorry, Baby. Let’s me know you’re enjoying yourself,” he kisses you once more. “Plus, I kinda like it.”

You’re both breathing heavy.

Now it’s his turn.

Your hands touch his shoulder, pushing him gently. “What’re you doing, pretty girl?” He asks softly.

When Eddie’s leaned back against the headboard, you pull his boxers off. Pink, uncut cock springing from it's confines.

God damn...he's fucking huge.

"Gonna ride you, Eds. Let you feel what you did to me." You climbed on top of him, "Can I do that? Can I make you feel good?"

Eddie's nodding, not sure what part of you he wants to look at more.

"Uh-uh," you tease. "Use your words, Handsome."

"Fuck," He breathes. He palms your bare chest, moving the pads of his thumbs over your nipples. "Do whatever you want to me, use me, I'm yours." He leans forward, hot mouth latching to your other breast.

You sit up, allowing Eddie's hard length to slip inside your aching cunt. The sheer stretch and size is enough to snatch the breath from your lungs.

"Eds...Eds, shit. S'big." You moan.

His eyes close as he bottoms out inside of you, "So tight. Fuckin' pussy was made for me, she wants my cock. Won't let it go. She greedy, baby?"

You adjust to his size filling the void inside you. Eddie hold your hips as you begin to ride him, helping you to keep a steady rhythm.

"Look at you, Princess. Cock-drunk already, hm?" He teases.

Eddie is whispering praises as he fucks up into you.

Such a good girl.

Taking me so well.

My pretty girl.

Mine.

Eddie's pace quickens, and you feel the tremble return to your legs.

"Eddie, fuck, I--"

"I know, Honey. I can feel it, feel you squeezin' me. Let go, Angel. Go on, cum for me."

His words are like a spell.

You cum harder than you did on his mouth, and this time, it's his cock that's drenched in your essence.

"Gonna cum, Sweetheart. Where--"

You're entirely lost in everything Eddie. "Inside me, Eds. Fuck, please cum inside me."

"Shit, shit, shit." Eddie's moves become erratic. Sloppy thrusts chasing his release, and when he does, he all but growls in your ear.

He's breathless and spent, but his arms wrap around you. Eddie holds you, softening inside you. He kisses the center of your chest, the trail making its way across your shoulder, up your jaw, and to your lips.

"Hi." He says quietly.

You giggle softly, "Hi."

"So uh, not sure if this is a good time or not..."

You kiss his nose, "Hmm?"

"I-I...I love you. I don't know, just felt like someone should tell you, might as well be me." Eddie's big brown eyes search your face for any sign of regret or discomfort.

Nothing.

You kiss him deeply, "I'm glad you told me, otherwise I'd be sitting over here, in love with you, looking all silly by myself."

Eddie holds you tighter. "You, you love me?"

You giggle, "Edward Munson. I love you."

He pulls you closer, "You love me." It's a statement now.

Eddie lays his head against your bare chest. "I'm gonna get you cleaned up in a second, Sweetheart. Just wanna hold you for a little."

Rubbing small circles on his back, you kissed the top of his head. "I'm not going anywhere, Handsome."

[small-sinclair]

Smut below. Never written smut so be nice—

Bo Sinclair x fem!reader

⚠️NSFW 18+ ONLY⚠️

Okay but—

Bo telling you how much he doesn’t deserve you, whispering it against you ear, as he thrusts hard and rough, tender and lustful, deep inside you. He knows he’s the worst and he knows he’s a monster; he doesn’t deserve you.

His rough hands by your head as he takes the pace painfully slow, rutting fast, then slow again. He kisses your neck then your shoulder. His heart hammers at your whimpers and moans. He doesn’t want to be near your, but he wants to be beside you. He can’t imagine himself without you in his life anymore.

“‘M no good, no good,” he breathes heavily as his pace quickens. His hands hold your wrists above your head as he angles himself to hit your g-spot better, the spot that makes you unravel like yarn. “God, you deserve better… so-so much better. To-fuck— to perfect for me.”

He watches your eyes roll back as you come close to your fourth or fifth climax, but he won’t stop because he’s too lost in his own need. Sometimes, he’s scared of himself when he’s lost like this because he doesn’t want to hurt you too bad, but the bruises he leaves behind on your thighs and kiss-stained mark on your neck does something to him.

His other hand roams up and down your body, feeling your chest and sides. Marble statues are jealous of you. He leans down and kisses hard and long, taking your lips in like it’s the last water in the world. He loves the way you call his name and kiss his skin. He goes faster and faster, lifting you up as he does and uses you as a fuck-toy. He holds your back and supports your head as he hears your pleas to slow down but he can’t, he won’t. His eyes burning with flames that were never blown out. He feels how you clinch and how you squirms as he chases his high.

“Never been good for your body. Never-never been good for your hands,” he grunted as he feels your hands around his neck for support. “Never been good for your love. No good for you! You’re too-too perfect. Too innocent and pure-pure for me.” His hips rolling into yours. “Fuckin’ perfect. Too perfect for me.” He bites your shoulder as he slams himself in you unapologetically. He tastes your blood and can feel your heart in his teeth and it makes his eyes roll. “I don’t deserve-deserve your fuckin’ pussy. Don’t deserve how tight it is— shit. I don’t deserve you.”

With one last hard thrust, he feels your walls clinch around him. He hears you moan out his name like a prayer to an elder god, but he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve your voice saying his name like that.

He comes closer to you as he pushes his seed deep inside your body, feeling it mix with yours. Slowly, he lays your body back down into the mangled sheets and kisses the bite marks he left behind. He breathes deeply out and shivers when he breathes in. His callous hands run over your skin as he lets go of you. He doesn’t want your hands over him but he craves it like a drug.

“No… shit, no good for you,” he repeats as he rests his head against yours. “Someone’s better than me.” He leans into your hand and he marvel that if feels like the finest silk. “Fuck, I love you.”

He’ll slowly pull out once he feels your body relax into the blankets and pillows under you. Bo’s not one for aftercare, but his hands smooth your legs and sides, kissing the handprint bruise on your hips. And you see his body in the dim moonlight, and you can see his scars from the past and from the fights. You see how tired his eyes are and how much he’s love struck with you.

As he climbs out of bed, your hand catches his and he kisses your knocks before letting go. Hes right back with a cold wash rag and some lotion. He kisses your body tired until your numb from his love. He washes your body and sings praises to you, calling you his, calling you perfect, calling you darling. He lotions your legs, arms, and throat, and he’s being so gentle with you. When he’s done, you rust on his chest and trace his scars.

“…if you keep lovin’ me like this,” he says in a husky voice, “I’ll never let you go… never let you leave me.” He’ll look down at you then kiss your head. “Never leave me.”

You’re too tired to answer as you rest your head over his heart. You belong here in his arms and he’ll never let you go. Not for a second.

[amourtoken]

some vessel thoughts for you as per request

*NSFW below the cut, MDNI*

cw: possessive vessel, raw sex (don't do this), biting, oral fixation, obsession, breeding, dirty talk (vessel has a mf mouth on him lol), some underlying hate fucking vibes, needy ves, size kink, ect.

☆ filthy ass man right here let me tell you

☆ he's so enamored. Absolutely in love and obsessed. All he can think of are your plush hips and pretty eyes 24/7. The way your hips sway just right when you walk, how good your ass looks in your crew leggings, how your tour shirt hugs you just right and when you're helping the stage crew lift boxes he can see just a peek of your skin when your shirt hikes up. Your smile sends a swarm of butterflies to his stomach and blood to his cock. You're so small compared to him too...he could lift you so easily...

☆ He couldn't help himself. He pulled you away from a conversation with a crew member who was a bit too enthusiastic for his taste and nearly threw you into an empty green room, kicking the door closed behind him. Your protests fell on deaf ears as he practically ripped your clothes off, admiring how beautiful you were underneath.

☆ remember when I said he could lift you up like nothing? He knelt down in front of you just enough to grip your thighs and hike you onto his shoulders, legs resting over them as you yelped. He pressed your back to the wall to help support you so high up and went at you like a man starved, face buried in your pussy and hands holding your soft thighs for support. You tasted so fucking sweet, he could spend the rest of his life between your legs happily. His teeth grazed your clit lightly every so often and he'd huff a soft laugh at how you'd jolt and whimper.

☆ he's not done until he wants to be, drawing 3 orgasms from you with his mouth and bringing you to tears before he feels like you're ready for anything else. He just wants his lamb to be taken care of, he knows what's best for you. Trust him.

☆ your body was smeared with black paint from him, which he reveled in. Marking you up so everyone knows you belong to him. He's absolutely going to cover you in hickeys, bite marks and finger print shaped Bruises as well. He won't even attempt to hide them, wanting to be certain everyone knows you're spoken for.

☆ he lowers you from his shoulders but keeps you pinned to the wall, legs wrapped around his waist as he fumbles to pull his achingly hard cock from his pants. Once it's freed your eyes widened, how was that going to fit?? He's fucking huge in every way. Ves supports you with one hand as the other guides his cock to your soaked pussy, rubbing the tip against your clit making you whine pathetically. You were so sensitive from earlier but he's gonna tease tf out of you either way.

"Poor thing, don't think you can handle me?"

"Relax, let me take care of you my love, you trust me right?"

☆ the stretch of him is enough to make you see stars and he buries his face against your neck as he sinks in to the hilt. His fingers hold your hips so tight they leave bruises and he trails messy open mouthed kisses all over your throat, teeth scraping the junction between your shoulder and neck before sinking in and drawing a yelp from you. It's almost like he used this as an anchor, grinding himself up into you impossibly further and brushing your cervix. He's so big :((

☆ once he sets a rhythm, then he gets mouthy.

"So fucking tight around me...you ever fucked someone else before? Doesn't matter now does it...all fucking mine."

"Gonna ruin you for everyone else...all mine"

"Feels like this pussy was made for me, love- squeezing me so good"

"Gonna fill you up so fucking good, want me to put a baby in you? Please- beg for it, beg for my cum"

"Please- say my name, need to hear that pretty voice- please, fuck"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, mine- all mine- my fuckin' pussy- say it."

"Gonna take all my cum? Tell me how bad you want it"

"so pretty even when you cry love..all for me?"

"Feels like I'm gonna split you in half- but I'll make it fit."

"Tell me who's making you feel this good- louder. Need everyone to know who's pussy this is."

☆ he punctuates all his nasty sentences with harsh thrusts and revels in the pretty noises you make while he drags you up and down his fat cock. He'll hold you up while he lifts you away from the wall and lays you on the nearest flat surface after swiping everything off it into the floor. Now he can get even fucking deeper.

☆ his arms are caging you under him while he bullies your pussy and he loves to push your knees up to your chest and drill himself even deeper.

"Gotta make sure it takes- fuck- gonna be so pretty with my babies, yeah?"

"Only I can fuck you like this...make you feel this good. Need to hear you say it, please-"

"Hope they all hear how good I fuck you- no point in anyone else trying- you're fuckin' ruined"

"Gonna cum for me again, love? Feel you getting tighter-"

☆ when he cums he's so fucking loud, but he'll bury his face against your skin and sink his teeth in to try and muffle it. It doesn't help. He moans and growls like he's near tears. He'll dig his fingers into your hips as tight as possible and fuck himself deeper than ever when he fills you up.

"fuck- fuck fuck- take it- fucking take it-"

☆ he'd the type to keep fucking you even after he's cum inside and overstimulate the both of you. He almost can't set a rhythm, legs shaking and hips stuttering but he just can't stop. He's whimpering against your neck while fucking his twitching cock into your spent body and spouting praises against your ear abt how beautiful you are and how you're his and his only who took him so good.

☆his wish did in fact come true, almost the entirety of the crew heard you two. Turns out the walls are thinner than expected, but not that he cares. He'd brand his name on you if he could.

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 5- Grimmjow x Shy!Reader (cockwarming)

        If you were to tell anyone that you and Grimmjow were a thing, no one would believe you. Not that you spoke to any of the other Espadas or Arrancars for that matter. It still seemed to unrealistic that the sadistic man himself would grow a soft spot for you. It took a lot of work, but Grimmjow came around.

        You were part of the first set of Espada made for Aizen. You were the original Sexta Espada. When Grimmjow came along to challenge for your role, you almost turned into putty before you. Without much of a fight, you gladly took on the new title of Privaron Espada. You could have sworn that Grimmjow resented you for the easy victory. After much struggle, you actually found out that he liked the fact that you submitted to him so easily. It was strange to you.

        It took some time, but you had managed to find the courage to talk to him. Most of the Arrancars thought you were insane. You were like a deer in headlights, but apparently Grimmjow liked that. He demanded for you to keep visiting him. In reality, Grimmjow loved seeing you tremble with every word. The idea of him being so powerful that it made you fear him. Turns out your just shy. Grimmjow felt pretty stupid after realizing that.

        He let you join his little group after that. You heard him once, mumbling something about how he wanted to hear you more. It made your face turn red. Eventually, it became just the two of you hanging out. It made your heart race just being near him alone. He always said and did the most out of pocket things. Sometimes you wondered if you were the sane one. You had a crush on this maniac. He could kill you with ease. Hell, he killed people for just looking at him wrong.

"..." Grimmjow glanced down in your direction, watching you draw in the sand, "Wanna go out?" He said bluntly.

        You froze in place, face burning red. Had you heard him correctly? Turning your head slowly, you squeaked as Grimmjow's face stood directly in front of yours.

"I'll take that as a yes," He said, plopping himself beside you. Your lips parted, but no words came out, "Let's make this our first date." He leaned back against the sand, pulling you down with him.

"G-Grimmjow! W-What if...if someone s-sees us?" You finally squeaked, gripping onto his vest. Grimmjow watched as you tried to hide your face,

"Yer right," He sighed heavily before sitting back up, "Guess we'll have to play hookie elsewhere."

        And just like that, you and Grimmjow had started dating. It took you a few hours, but you finally replied to him with a yes. Grimmjow ended up laughing for the rest of the day. Days turned into weeks and Grimmjow had started to break you out of your shell. He was molding you into his perfect little girlfriend and you were all for it. You would do anything for him.

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"Tsk, had a fuckin' rough day. C'ere." Grimmjow growled lowly.

        You hesitantly approached your boyfriend, knowing how he gets when angry. He had just returned from a fight that got interrupted by Tosen, lost all his men and had his arm cut off by Aizen. He was not having a good day. Once in front of him, Grimmjow pulled you onto his lap, cussing into the crook of your neck. This time, it was him that was trembling. You wrapped your arms around his back, wondering how much pain he was in from losing his arm.

"W-What can I-I do to help?" You asked him.

        Grimmjow raised his head, forcing a kiss upon you. He held you the best he could with his one arm. He was angry. Normally he'd embrace you softer, enjoying your nervousness. Normally he warn you before he kissed you. Today was not normal. Relaxing under his touch, you told yourself to be strong for him. Grimmjow needed you more. 

"Fuck, I'm going to need more today." Grimmjow told you as he went in for another kiss.

        His kisses were rougher this time around. His tongue forcing itself into you mouth, making sure to leave nothing untouched. You shut you eyes, shivering at the feeling of his tongue dominating yours. He was hungry and angry. Grimmjow wanted relief. Your body arched forward as you felt his hand snack up your back. A small pool of heat forming between your legs, anticipating his next move. You and Grimmjow had been intimate, but only a little. Grimmjow had to warm you up. 

        Your breathing hitched as Grimmjow slid your top off. His tongue trailing down your neck to your breasts. Grimmjow was surprisingly gentle towards you. The farthest he has gotten with you was fingering; however, it seems like today was going to test that. You let out a soft cry as Grimmjow grinded you against his bulge. His nibbled against your nipples, wanting to make sure you felt good. His eyes sparkled as his hand reached the rim of your pants, feeling you move your hips.

"Yer the only one-," Grimmjow whispered lowly.

        You bit your lower lip, shaking as you tried to hear him. Grimmjow tore your pants and his. You wrapped your arms around Grimmjow's neck, allowing his to use his hand on you. This was different, but you had to work with him. Grimmjow didn't mutter a word of thanks as he started to massage your pussy. You started to moan, riding against his hand as he inserted two fingers into you. His touch always made your skin tingle.

"Shit, I can't stand this," Grimmjow hissed. 

        You whimpered softly as he removed his fingers. He grabbed his cock and motioned you with his eyes. You were nervous. Using him as support, you hovered yourself over his harden erection. Slowly making your way down, you tighten your grip against him, feeling yourself being stretched out. Grimmjow groaned lowly, enjoying the feeling of your gummy walls finally surrounding his cock. He could feel each throb of your pussy contorting around him.

"G-Grimm...It hurts," You whispered, still making your way down. Grimmjow kissed your lips,

"Just sit on my lap," He demanded. Once you finally fit him all the way inside you, Grimmjow sighed in relief, "Good, now just stay there." He said, wrapping his one arm around you.

"S-Stay?" 

"Mhpm, don't move." He repeated.

        You shuddered in response. Grimmjow's cock was buried deep inside you. He was far bigger than you imagined. The pain soon started to disappear and turned into something new. Your body grew hotter as you felt yourself start to drip with anticipation. Each time your walls throbbed, you felt Grimmjow's thick dick inside you. Staying still. You could feel every vein and the curve his tip made towards your cervix. Your mind was focusing so much on his dick that you started to drool.

        Grimmjow watched you in amusement. He was holding back every fiber in his being from fucking you dumb. At first this was just his stress relief from what happened, but now...Now it was turning into something more. Feeling you move your hips for friction, Grimmjow chuckled darkly as he held your waist in place. Your cute little whine made him harden more. It made your whine turn into a sexy moan. Now this was pleasure.

"Wha happened to my shy lil kitten? Ain't cha gonna behave?" 

"G-Grimmy~" You wrapped your arms around his neck, clenching against his dick once more, "T-This...This feels...mhm....P-Please m-move," You begged. 

Music to his ears, "Yer not behavin' for me. I said not to move," Grimmjow groaned, "Yer the only one to listen. My lil doll. Shit, I can't afford to lose ya too. I need ya to behave for me."

"Y-Yes...I'll...I'll b-behave," You whined.

        Grimmjow never made bold confessions like this. He usually kept quiet, make a snarky comment, then give you some affection. You were happy with how things were. Feeling his thumb rub against your clit, you cried out loud moans. Grimmjow struggled to keep you in place, wanting to listen to your delicious sounds. Your cunt was sucking him so much. Begging to be filled, begging to be fucked. It almost hurt not moving, but it was going to be worth it.

"G-Grimm!"

        Your body began to burn hotter than before. That pool of heat kept growing as Grimmjow rubbed your clit. With one sudden move of your hips, you gasped. Your back arched forward, moaning loudly as you gushed over his cock. Stars were seen. You body was twitching as your felt your high slowly calm down. If only Grimmjow's cock was buried so deep inside you. Burying your head into his neck, you let out sobs of moans, wanting him to move. Your walls kept sucking and sucking. You needed him to move.

"Almost," Grimmjow inhaled deeply, listening to your sloppy cries.

        Finally, after another ten minutes, Grimmjow gave in. He flipped you onto his bed and began to pound the life out of your cunt. He threw your legs over his shoulder, groaning at how wet and slippery your pussy was. Your body was making such lewd and loud sounds that it was making him crazy. You, yourself, was a babbling mess, moaning his name on repeat. His cock hitting the entrance to your cervix, making your body arch each time.

"Wha happen to my shy girl?" He panted softly, "Yer being so slutty for me. Should have fucked ya sooner if ya were gonna suck my dick this good." Grimmjow smirked.

        You couldn't even respond to him. You brain could barely make a thought since all you wanted was his dick to destroy your pussy. Grimmjow complied, enjoying this moment. He swallowed your moans as he fasten his pace. His cock twitched, ready to unload. To give you want you want. Your body arched into his, reaching another mind blowing orgasm. Grimmjow cussed lowly as you sucked him in before finally releasing his thick load into you.

"Fuck, I needed that." He hissed, watching you catch your breathe, "Damn, look how sexy ya are. Made yer face redder than normal,"

"Griiiiimm," You whimper, attempting to hide your face. Grimmjow moved your arm away, "D-Don't....look,"

"I wanna," He pulled his hips back before slamming his dick inside you once more, "I wanna see em faces ya make for me. I wanna see everythin' ya do for me."

        Your lips trembled as you tried to reply. You could only moan his name as he kept pounding your cunt with force.

"Yer the only one to treat me with respect. Fuck, can't believe I made ya mine."

"Grimm~"

"Yer mine. Remember that. No matter who or what, yer fuckin' mine." Grimmjow spat.

        You just nodded in response, hugging him as he brought out another orgasm from you. Grimmjow wrapped you around his arm, thrusting once more before filling you again. He cussed lowly, claiming you for himself once more.

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        After the war with the Soul Society and the Quincys, you and the remaining Arrancars finally made Hueco Mundo your home once more. It took a long time, but you had managed to help Grimmjow and Harribel build the place back up. You could not lie, you had cried a lot more than you wanted to during the war. Grimmjow did not help by almost dying. He had to make it up to you quiet a bit.

"Yer getting better at being patient." Grimmjow praised as you sat on his cock, "Wha? Been bout...five minutes?"

"D-Don't be...m-mean," You whined. Grimmjow had both his arms wrapped around you as he worked on something on his new desk.

        When Grimmjow got his second arm back, he did not let you rest. He bullied you so much that you almost yelled at him. Of course, you did not have to courage to, but he stopped his teasing when you did raise your voice a little. He found it cute. He loved how obedient and cute you were.

"G-Grimm~"

"Nah, just a bit longer. I like ya sittin' on ma cock. If only ya could see em faces ya make," Grimmjow licked his lips, watching your face contort as you felt him twitch inside you, "Fuck, yer just sucking ma dick with em lips. Want me to fuck yer brains out again?"

"Mhpm~"

"Kay, after a few more minutes."

        You could only whine as you obeyed. You were his good girl. Grimmjow had you wrapped around his finger. Or in this case, he had you wrapped around his dick. His shy little accessory for his cock. And you loved every second of it.

[alastxrs]

Hey, saw you you took requests, could you do some fluffy head cannons with velvette x male reader where reader is a fallen angel and they are short but they have huge fuckin wings, and can u make them an angy lil fella

𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

Y/N is of course a fallen angel

He's around 5'5

The reason he fell is due to his pride and his wrath

Now his wings are bigger than he is

He thought that he would lose them when he fell but nope! His wings are just black now

His wings will forever be beautiful, better than any other angel's wings

He'll sometimes let Velvette do whatever with them

The way he and Velvette met actually was because Y/N was screaming to someone about them touching his wings

He's just angry about having big wings but he gets worse rage when people touch his wings! (the only one who gets a pass is Velvette because you two actually get close until she asks you out)

He almost killed Valentino because he tried to touch his wings and have sex with him

Once Velvette and Y/N start dating, he's been comfortable with letting her touch his wings

She'll be the one to take care of his feathers

She'll just randomly caress his cheeks just to see his wings flop

His wings can wrap around the both of them while hugging or cuddling

Her nicknames for him are dove, midget, and doll

His nicknames for her are darling, my love, and Vel

He hates Vox and Valentino with a passion but will help Velvette with anything

Velvette is seriously the only one who can calm Y/N down

❝𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!❞

Velvette jumped when she heard the scream from inside the room she shared with her boyfriend.

She was used to it yet it caught her off guard every time.

Vox tilted his head when looking up from his phone. "Your boyfriend has been in town here for a while yet he's always screaming about his wings instead of your name." he hummed, mainly teasing her.

"Fuck off, Vox!" She flipped her business partner off as an annoyed look formed on her face. "At least I can control my man."

Vox scoffed rolling his eyes. "I'm not his keeper you know."

"Well you should be, your boy toy is fucking irritating."

"He's not my boy toy."

"That's not what last night was telling me, he was screaming your name." That made Vox shut his mouth and the television head turned his head away to avoid her smug smirk.

The female Overlord just walked away from the other not wanting to continue the conversation and to check on her lover.

Upon entering the room, where her partner was.

Y/N was laying on the bed with his wings completely covering the bed and his arms crossed, she knew how much he hated his wings mainly due to how big they were.

"Hey, dove-" She started before she was cut off by him.

The fallen angel sat up at the sight of his girlfriend with an irritated look on his face. "That bitch, Valentino fucking scared the shit out of me again!" He spoke as he fixed his hair and he looked at his wings with a frown. "He tried asking me for a threesome again! I don't like sharing you!!!"

Velvette couldn't help but smile as she approached her boyfriend and gently caressed his cheeks to make him look at her, she gently rubbed his cheeks while listening.

"And I refuse to fuck that flat-faced fuck!" Y/N was slowly relaxing and he wrapped his arms around her waist. ".....and- fuck you can't keep calming me down like this whenever I get mad...."

The taller demon chuckled and kissed him on the forehead, only he could see this side of her.

Like only she can see his soft side.

The woman kept kissing all over his face. " I like it when you're putty in my hands, doll~!" She teased just to see the blush on his cheeks, she moved to sit on his lap as she pushed him down. "I mean look at how cute you are!"

Velvette took her phone out and took a picture of Y/N before she showed him in the picture.

Of course, she wasn't going to post the picture.

Only she can see the hickeys on his neck from the night before.

"Darling...." The male mumbled as he grabbed her phone and placed it on the stand next to their bed before he pulled her into a kiss, his wings wrapped around her to keep the both of them close. He pulled away from the kiss for a second. "You are so lucky I love you."

The Overlord giggles as she begins kissing all over his face.

A yelp escaped his face and he tried to cover his face so that he could stop her from kissing his face. "No!"

Velvette grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.

"Don't hide your pretty face from me, dove! Heaven gave it to me and you aren't hiding it from me."

That made the short-tempered fallen angel's face flustered and he couldn't help but laugh as he leaned into the kisses he was getting on his lips.

"Well as your 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞, you should spoil me again tonight hm?" Y/N's wings soon disappeared now that he was relaxed, she let go of his wrist as he moved his hands to her hair. "I do want to remind others that I'm taken by the most sassiest of the Vees~!"

And of course, she couldn't deny her little dove from heaven.

This method....is very affective....

[mull3ts]

[ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 ]

⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut, Dilf! Aged Up! Johnny, Unprotected Sex, Daddy Kink, Size Kink, Degradation/Praise Kink, Bimbofication Kink, Dumbification Kink, Mentions of Donghyuck

“Oh don't be so silly,” Mr. Suh would constantly laugh at you. Honestly, he once wondered to himself if you really did drugs.

It’s just, your eyes always looked so hazy.

When you were around him, you always looked perfectly awake, but something was off—as if you were constantly lightheaded.

Around him? You certainly felt lightheaded.

You weren't quite sure why, but there was always a feeling of being ditzy around him, like your mind was suddenly fogged up. You came to the conclusion that this might simply be the feeling of enamored by someone.

Even now as you lie down on his bed, your back against Mr. Suh's chest, and your mind wasn't filled with much thought.

He sat on the headboard, his legs spread wide for you to lay between them. His fingers working in your wet hole, his left hand sliding in another finger as his other stuffed his fingers in your mouth. There was no way he'd risk his son hear you, let alone have any reason to catch you choking and gagging all over his dad's fingers. Donghyuck was only a wall away from this scene.

Being so absorbed in the pleasure Mr. Suh's fingers gave you, expertly moving in and out of you so well, you didn't pay any mind to the way you were drooling. Saliva running down your chin when he swiped if off with his thumb, shooting endearing looks at you like you were his prized possession.

And in some ways—you are.

“My pretty little dumb girl, makin' such a mess all over my fingers, hm?” he cooed. Though, your mind was blanking. It was hard staying alert with Mr. Suh. You were wiped clear of any thoughts when you were hit with a wiff of his cologne.

You're pretty sure he was still talking—you just didn't pay any mind to it.

“You listening, doll?” he questioned, an amused smirk on his face. You whined out of protest the moment his fingers came to a halt.

Heat rose to your face when you bashfully shook your head no, emitting a scoff from Mr. Suh.

“Don't worry, honey, all I only said I was gonna fuck you senseless, no big deal, right?” he spoke gently, as if he was going to break a law if he spoke at a normal tone. His fingers had pulled out of your mouth, waiting for you to answer.

“Huh?” was the only thing you could muster when you looked up at him. He had a slight smile on his face. It's like he just knew. His eyes run all over the sight in his lap, from your dripping hole to your fucked out face. His dick twitches at the sheer thought power he holds over you.

“M'gonna make that little hole of yours gush till it's all throbbing n' ready to cum,” he tells you like it's nothing “Sound good?”

“Mhm,” you nod slowly, feeling yourself slip away at the sound of his voice. “C'mon then, baby,” he began, pulling his fingers from your cunt making you whine. “Sit on Daddy's cock.”

You slid down Mr. Suh's boxers, watching in awe as his cock sprang up a red color, oozing precum from the tip.

Mr. Suh, who was admittedly a little tired of your gawking, harshly pulled your hips towards his dig, notching the tip with your core. His hands were firmly on your hips, working you down his cock, groaning out and savoring the feeling of stretching you out.

You sighed out of relief when he let out a string of curses, bottoming out inside you. “Fucking shit, baby,” he groaned, “you're such a fuckin' slut but you're still so tight.”

You whined at his comments, relaxing in his arms. Mr. Suh seemed to pick up on this, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Dumb little slut.” he murmured to no one in particular.

He held your lax body in his arms, waiting for your walls to adjust to his size.

Unbeknownst to him, you didn't particularly care that it hurt. In fact, you only had one thought. “Y-You're not gonna fuck me, Daddy?”

Johnny almost wanted to laugh at you. But, he gives you a questioning look.

Your eyes might be hazy, but it won't hide the pain and pleasure lingering in them.

You nodded, “Wan' it to hurt.”

He shrugs to himself. Pushing you off his lap and onto your back; he hovers above you, his hands securely on your sides before shoving his dick straight back in—neither of you caring if Donghyuck could hear you or not.

He lifts your legs, letting him reach farther inside. You're rendered helpless, smiling like an idiot as you beg Daddy to “Fuck me haaarder, please.”

“Look at you,” He scoffs “My sex obsessed little slut takin' my dick like a fuckin' pro, isn't she?”

Mr. Suh laughs and groans simultaneously when you do nothing but bite your lips and whimper at him.

“Fucked out little bitch.” he manages to say in the most loving way possible.

It's crazy how he does that, honestly.

There's not a thought in your head unrelated to Mr. Suh while he spits out hazy words at you and you were completely unaware as you're drooling and crying over him; your nails digging into his veiny forearm making him throw his head back at the pain. “Daddy,” you'd mewl, clawing at the man.

Mr. Suh wiped your tear stained cheeks (your hand still tight around his wrist), “Look at you, crying over a guy who's twice your age.” he coos “You're mine, honey, can you understand that?��� he chuckles when you give him an “Uh-huh”.

“You don't care much for those lousy little college boys, hm? My baby doesn't care about those little frat-shits, right?”

“Uh-huh,” you pant, feeling your orgasm get closer and closer until—“Awe, fuck, Daddy! F-Fuck, h-harder!” you scream, “C-Cumming, D-Daddy!” you cry, your mind going blank as a waves of please wash over you; your body wriggling underneath Mr. Suh. You swear your orgasm could've lasted minutes.

“Thaaat's my girl, cumming all over me.” he swears under his breath, bucking his hips up into you relentlessly when he cums, mumbling on and on about how well you take his load.

At this point, he didn't care about the mess oozing onto his sheets. All he really cared about was the feeling of you wrapped around him and your cum dripping down his balls.

Sometimes he wonders if he's a little much.

He doesn't think you mind though, you seem to just melt when he's with you.

Neither of you say anything while you catch your breath, you both coming to a realization—there was no way Donghyuck didn't know what you and his father did.

“Hyuck…Hyuck won't mind, would he?”

“Of course he won't.” Mr. Suh reassures you, kissing your forehead.

“Don't be so silly, honey,” he chuckles.

★ “Silly”, a re-write of Silly written in 2020 ★ Taglist: @shescharlie @electric-hearts @hyuckzlipz @neovy1 @hikaru-lana @chonlo @dreamwithunicorn @seuomo @shuasxn @ritacrrll ★ Join the general taglist here

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[matchadobo]

Hi there! I was wondering if I could request Eustass Kid x reader where reader is the only person he is soft for? Like he drops the whole tough guy act when reader is around. Just something about them makes him calm down. Thank you!

-🪶

KIDD; calm to his storm

wc: 814 summary: after getting into a heated fight with crew, name checks on kidd. warning/s: all fluff!!

"kidd?" you peeked over the doorframe of his workshop. you found him hunched over his couch, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together, and brows knitted as he heaved frustrated sighs out his nose. "hey, i heard you're having a hard time with the crew." you scooted over to sit beside him.

"those fuckin' idiots don't get it." he mumbled through his nose, not budging from his pissed state. "we have fuckin' boundaries, why'd they go an extra mile to cross the line that we are not playing house and we're a goddamn crew?"

"yeah, i heard about what happened." you rubbed on his back, "don't you wanna get some fresh air first? calm down a bit, hm?" you suggested, looking up at his fiery eyes. you saw how his gaze softened, body relaxing with your touch.

"nah, i'd explode when i see their fuckin' faces once i got out." he leaned back, crossing his arms along the way. "i'd rather shut my fuckin' self in here."

there was silence, it wasn't uncomfortable but you figured you should leave him alone. let his thoughts breathe for a moment.

"if that's the case, i'll leave you be-" you pulled yourself up from his sinking couch, only to be pulled back again. this time, he had his human arm around you. he buried you close to his chest where you felt how rapid his heartbeat was.

"don't." he sighed deeply when he felt your warmth in his chest. "need you here, close."

"so you'd shut me in here with you?" you looked up at him from behind.

"aye. you complainin'?" his hug got tighter, hands making its way inside your shirt. he breathed in your scent, relishing on the aroma of your perfume. he's got you between his arms and legs. his human hand was now settled on your thigh, rubbing the surface of your skin back and forth while pinching some parts playfully along the way. you felt the now steady beat of his heart against your back as it matched the ticking of the antique clock on his workshop. "you just bathe?"

"yeah. it's really hot." you replied. "i used the body wash you gifted me." you played with your fingers.

"smells pretty, i knew it'd suit a little rose like you." he chuckled lightly, placing his nose on your head. "you're so warm, i can fall asleep like this."

"really?" you shifted a bit to look up at him. "we can do that if you want."

"you know what i'd really want?"

"tell me."

he intertwined his fingers with red-laquered nails with yours. kissing the back of your palm and admiring the lip print he left. "in the far future, once we'd attain my dream. i'd like to have a family with you. i'd like to come home with you and the brats we made. i'd like to raise them in a world i'll make when i become pirate king. i'd like to watch you and i become old as fuck, seeing our brats grow up. i'd like to wear this ring," he raised his hand, ring finger adorned with the gold-plated ring he made for you and him when you two officially tied the knot. "until we die. and i'd like to have my grave next to yours, on that hill we met. that's what i want the most."

you felt your heart swell with his words. tears fell from your eyes without you realizing. your lip quivered as you try and catch your breath. you were at loss for words. since when did he learned words like this? since when did he learn to plan so far ahead? since when did he want a family?

you'd known him as a head first, go-with-the-flow, focus-on-the-present kind of guy. so all of this was a goddamn enigma for you. he sounded so genuine you had to look back if it was someone else speaking. but you know his voice all to well that those words belong to him, straight from his heart. from the way he holds you, from how his chest was rabbiting with each second, and from how his lips never left the skin on your neck.

"k-kidd i.."

"didn't mean to overshare, goddamn it." he ran a hand through his locks. "now i forgot why i'm fuckin' angry." he laughed a little.

you stood up. bent down to his level and pressed a kiss on his forehead. "i'd make it all come true, i'd be with you every step of the way."

he hugged you by your waist, burying his face on your stomach. "if it weren't for you, i woulda died from too much fuckin' stress in this crew. there's somethin' too precious about you that you just bring out the sap in me."

"you just love me so damn much, that's it."

"wouldn't argue on that, sweetness."

hellloooo to the person who requested >< ty for your requestttt but OMG i hope i did this justice, did i follow the rqst??? i added a lil bit of situation so i can elaborate ueueueue my christmas break has started!!!

[peetaslefttoe]

@suzyshunshine

How about you do a Peeta smut where the reader are friends and hanging out one day. You start a conversation on how you’re friends are going out and it comes to the reader saying Oh nobody’s ever wanted to date me. He’s like that’s not true. Then the reader makes a list of they’re insecurities that to peeta are beautiful. Peeta confesses his feeling and then… the smut rolls around. Well that’s my idea!

warnings: smut, p in v, smut with feelings

summary: request above

author’s note: ahh i love this idea thank you sm

Masterlist Pinned xx

The sun beat down through the leaves, a cool summer breeze fluttered across the dry grass. You and Peeta lay side by side underneath a tree, it’s shade enveloping you, protecting you from the hot sunlight.

“I just don’t get how they all suddenly have boyfriends,” you continued, telling Peeta about your friends relationships.

“Literally, how is everyone dating someone?” Peeta added. You paused for a moment, the wind rustling the grass.

“You know, sometimes I wonder if I’m just meant to be alone forever,” you finally spoke, looking down at your boots.

“What do you mean?” Peeta turned to you.

“It’s just, no one’s ever wanted to date me,” I whispered. “I don’t know, i just don’t think I’m pretty enough for that kind of love,” 

“That’s not true, Y/N!” Peeta said firmly.

“You don’t have to lie Peeta, my hair is all frizzy, my arms are chubby, my stomach is ugly, my boobs are small—,”

“Stop Y/N, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, I won’t stop until you see it too,” Peeta interrupted. “Your hair smells fresher than a field of roses, your arms are the most perfect of all, I wish you could hold me in them forever, your stomach is adorable and sexy, and your boobs, well darling, they’re gorgeous and i’ve only gotten a peek,” he continued, rambling on while looking into your eyes. You blushed furiously, looking down at your feet once more.

“Ah ah, eyes up here sweetheart,” he lifted your chin and pulled you to his lips. You melted into his touch, you felt as if you were floating, Your bestfriend and your first and only crush since the day you met him, was kissing you. You pulled back and looked into his deep brown eyes, smiling.

“I’ve loved you ever since I met you Peeta Mellark,” you beamed down at him. He smiled and pulled you back into a deep kiss, muttering words of love and praise into your mouth. His hands trailed across your back as he nibbled at you lips. You relaxed into his strong arms, breathing in his sweet scent. He reached for the hem of your shirt before pulling away from your raw lips.

“Can I? I want you to comfortable, if you are, I really want to show you how perfect you are sweet girl,” he looked up at you sincerely. You thought for a moment before nodding, your stomach doing flips with anticipation. He slowly lifted your top over your head, letting out a little gasp as he realized you weren’t wearing a bra. He yanked his shirt off before pushing you onto your back and burying his face into your tits.

“Fuckin perfect, I could suck on you for hours, fuck-,” he groaned, grinding his hardening length down on your leg. You whimpered at his words, then grew louder when he latched onto your nipple, sucking and nipping at it furiously. He switched between nipples, kneading and nibbling your boobs. He only stopped his assault when you rutted up into him, your pussy throbbing.

“Needy girl, are we?” he teased, pressing a kiss to your lips. He kissed lightly down your stomach to the top of your pants.

“Wait!” you exclaimed, sitting up and pushing his hands from your belt.

“What’s wrong? We can stop, is everything okay?” he switched from dominating to gently in a second, holding your hand sweetly.

“It’s… just, it’s, you know, ugly…”

“What is?” Peeta looked at you with confusion.

“My… you know-,” you looked down at your pants.

“Oh darling, I know your sweet little pussy is beautiful, but if you want to stop we can,”

“Promise you won’t laugh?” you asked him.

“I promise,” he nodded firmly. You slowly pulled down your bottoms revealing your panties. You paused, looking at him.

“Do you want to take them off or me?” he asked gently.

“You please,” you whispered. He tucked his fingers into the lace and slowly dragged them down your legs and off onto the ground. He pulled your knees to the side, spreading your legs and exposing your pussy. You shut your eyes, preparing for the worst.

“Oh Y/N, you have nothing to worry about, fuck, i would eat you out right here for hours, your cum dripping down my face, if my cock wasn’t so fucking hard,” he groaned, kissing your clit roughly. You whined, thrusting into his face.

“Shh, stay still for a moment baby,” he reached down and shed his pants and underwear, his thick cock smacking his abs. He lifted your legs over his and pulled your hips into him. He slowly pushed his drippy tip into your tight hole. He whimpered loudly as your pussy clenched around him.

“Holy shit, you’re taking me so well, oh my god-,” he groaned, inching into you as you adjusted to his girth. He finally bottomed out with a whine of your name.

“Move please, please i need you to fuck me Peeta,” you moaned out, shifting in his grasp. He pulled out before slamming back into your soaked hole. The air was filled with the erotic sound of his length slipping in and out of your weeping hole. He reached a hand to your clit, rolling it in his callused fingers. His other hand grasp your hips bruisingly as he drilled into you.

“Fuck Peeta! I’m gonna-,” you felt a warmth fill your core as you shook violently on his cock. He whimpered shakily as your walls milked his cock and he filled you with spurts of thick cum. He erratically fucked you both through your highs before he collapsed on you. You cling to his sweaty back, your pussy sore and throbbing around his soft cock.

“I love you so much Y/N, you’re my girl, my beautiful, perfect, gorgeous girl,” Peeta murmured into your neck.

[irkimatsu]

Inspired by a post from @monstrousvoice! I inspire your stuff and you can inspire mine! (Let me know if you want your name or post taken off of this!)

It's Husk's birthday, and GN!Reader spoils him with some nice cigars, scotch, and most importantly, a blowjob. Porn without plot, that's all this is! References to feline anatomy because I'm a perverted furry. Also a bit of shotgunning, because that's one of the risks you take making out with someone while he smokes. I think that's all the necessary warnings? NSFW, obviously! About 2.5k words!

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Husk takes a deep puff from his cigar before gently blowing out the smoke with a moan of contentment. A woodsy scent with a hint of spice swirls out of his mouth, lingering in the air of his bedroom even as the smoke dissipates.

“Fuck, I haven’t had one this good in years.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” you say from behind him. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, and your legs are straddling him as you massage his shoulders. It’s his birthday, the first one since you two started dating, and you wanted to do something nice for him. He’d vented to you recently about how much he hates the taste of cheap cigarettes, but how they’re the only thing he can get his paws on to stave off the nicotine cravings.

“Why would anyone choose to smoke this shit if they weren’t already hooked? I tell you, once you’ve had a nice cigar, you’ll never wanna go back to these nasty fuckin’ things. The smell, the taste, the high, it’s all so much better with a cigar. Too bad I can’t afford them much anymore…”

You already knew how much he missed the life of luxury he used to lead, even if he did regret some of the things he had to do to stay on that peak for as long as he did. That rant of his gave you the perfect idea for his birthday present; you couldn’t permanently give him that luxury back, but at least you could give him a taste of it for an evening. 

The pack of cigars wasn’t your only gift to help him regain that feeling. After another few puffs of his cigar, he reaches to grab the glass of scotch from his bedside table. He takes a series of small sips, not guzzling like he normally would. That’s how you know he enjoys it; with cheaper booze, his primary concern is keeping himself numb rather than savoring the underwhelming taste. This scotch isn’t a means to a self-destructive end, it’s an experience that he doesn’t want to rush.

“You’re making me feel like a king, baby,” he says, relaxed and happy, as he slumps down and leans into your touch. “I haven’t had a birthday this nice in a long time.”

“You deserve it,” you assure him with a kiss to the top of his head. “And I still have one more gift for you.”

“Another one?” he says with a small laugh. “You don’t have to spoil me like that…”

“But I want to,” you say. “Do you want me to get it ready now?”

“Can I keep smoking?” he asks.

“Of course.”

“Good.” He takes another drag, and his body gives a quick shiver as the tobacco hits his brain. “I’m not putting this out until there’s nothing left of it.”

“You won’t have to, I promise,” you say. “Just relax while I take care of you. Did you want to move to your lounge chair?”

“Aw, but you can’t rub my back as well when I’m sitting over there,” he says.

“What I have planned is better than a backrub.”

His ear gives a twitch; surely he has a few ideas of what’s going to happen once he moves. “Well, if ya say so.” He rises from the bed and heads over to the large leather chair in the corner of his room, black with golden embellishments on the back and on the front of the armrests. He sighs in contentment as he sinks into the chair, settling into his throne before returning to his cigar. As he gets comfortable, you begin rearranging things for his next present. You move his ashtray, scotch bottle, and empty glass to the table next to the chair, then pour him a fresh drink. He takes another few sips of scotch without putting the cigar down, while you set up the record player with his favorite romantic music. His ear twitches again as a slow drum beat overlaid with saxophone starts filling the room.

“I like where this is going,” he says with a chuckle.

Now that the mood is set, there’s nothing stopping you from sitting in his lap and cradling his cheeks in your hands. Without a word, you begin to kiss him. The taste of alcohol and smoke is heavy on his breath, but the light sweetness of the scotch and spice of the cigar are so much more pleasant than his usual binges. It mixes perfectly with his own natural taste, and you soon find yourself hooked. Glass gently thumps onto wood as he sets down his scotch, freeing up his paw to tangle his claws in your hair. He takes a few breaks from the kissing session to take another drag of his cigar, but since it renews the spice on his tongue, you don’t mind the interruptions.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask as you stroke the graying fur on his cheeks. “I’ll do anything you want.”

He takes a moment to hum in thought. “Hm… why don’t you surprise me? As long as it’s something I can keep smoking through.”

You smile at his request, and give his nose a quick kiss. “Glad you’re enjoying my present so much.” You return your kisses to his lips, your hands now moving with a purpose. You easily unfasten his suspenders without looking, having done this so many times before. After detaching the front fasteners from his pants and tucking the straps behind his shoulders, you start massaging him again, first rubbing his shoulders before running down to his chest. He moans as your fingers comb through the thick patch of fur, before moving to massage his nipples on either side of the patch.

“Fuck, baby…” he whispers between kisses. He takes another drag, this one shorter than usual so he can quickly return to your lips. He doesn’t take the time to blow out the smoke before kissing you, instead letting it flow from his mouth to yours.

You’d yell at him if he’d tried that with the cheap things he regularly smoked at the bar, but the warm, spicy smoke is actually pleasant.

You keep running your hands down his body, paying special attention to the extra pairs of nipples along the way. He doesn’t like having them treated too roughly, but your fingertips ghosting over them is enough to get him purring.

“I love kissing you,” you tell him as you rest your hands on his fly.

“I love kissing you, too,” he responds, not showing any sign that he’s caught on to where you’re going with this.

“I love kissing your lips…” You kiss his mouth one more time to make your point, then move a bit lower. “And your neck…”

He tilts his head back and groans as you gently suck on the side of his neck.

“And your chest…”

As you move down, kissing lower and lower on his body and lapping your tongue over his most sensitive areas, your hands are working on unfastening his pants. Without a word, he lifts his hips off the chair just enough for you to pull off his pants and underwear, moving as if by instinct. Not even the movement can stop him from continuing to smoke as you undress him. His dark cock is already erect, proudly displaying the barbs along his shaft and head. Your whole body shudders at the sight as you move to kneel on the floor, giving yourself a closer look at his endowment. You rest your hands on his knees and look up at him to gauge his reaction. He’s looking back down at you, sharp teeth holding his cigar in place as he grins.

Fuck, you’ll buy him cigars more often just to see that again.

He removes the cigar so that he can speak. “Where else do you like kissing me, doll?” he asks, still smirking.

You don’t need words to answer him. You give him a smile before you start nuzzling his cock, letting his barbs lightly scrape against your cheek. His natural scent is so strong down here; you could get as high off it as he is off his cigar.

“Husk…” you whisper, your brain already growing fuzzy. You turn your head and press a gentle kiss to his shaft. He growls in approval as you continue kissing him up and down, treating him tenderly enough to tease. As you kiss him, you start lightly fondling his balls in your palm.

He exhales your name in response as his claws lightly scratch your scalp. “C’mon, don’t tease…”

You give him a tiny bit more by sticking out your tongue, now licking his shaft with the same gentleness you previously gave with your lips. His breaths are getting heavier, and he’s gripping your hair more tightly.

“Babe…”

You lick your way down to the base, digging your tongue in where his cock and balls meet, before licking your way back up to his head. He groans as you lap at the bundle of barbs on the underside; his cock is roughest here, but the slight pain against your tongue is more than made up for by the fact that nothing else can get him squirming like this.

“C-c’moooon…” he groans as he jerks his hips aimlessly, rubbing his cock against your face and smearing it with his scent and his slick. You almost feel bad for him. You have been teasing him a lot, and on his birthday, no less…

You gently lap at his tip, sipping up the globs of precum that are trickling out of it. The taste is slightly bitter, but it’s so unmistakably him that you can’t help but want more. He lightly pushes on your head, not forcing you down, but clearly giving you the hint of what he needs.

You make sure to look him in the eyes as you sink your mouth over his tapered head.

“Oh God…” he groans. “Stay like that, just a second…” He smokes his cigar, letting the sensations of the tobacco and of your mouth swirl in his head like a delicious blur. “Fuck that’s good…”

You start slowly bobbing your head, not taking him too deeply yet. It’s still enough to make him moan, especially as your tongue keeps passing over his rough underside. You keep on massaging his balls as you go down on him, trying to keep the rhythm of your mouth and your hand somewhat in sync.

You pull your mouth off of him for just a second. “Don’t use your paws, okay? I wanna take care of you. Just relax and enjoy your gifts.”

He nods as he takes his claws out of your hair. Once he’s no longer touching you, you resume gently suckling on him, not taking him much deeper than his head yet. He’s clearly excited just by that, as his precum continues trickling out and mixing with your own drool.

You pull your mouth off to let the mixture dribble down onto his cock, then use your free hand to massage it into his shaft while you resume sucking. His barbs occasionally catch on your palm, but you’re used to it enough that it doesn’t slow you down.

He groans your name again as he reaches over to grab his scotch. He takes a slow sip, adding more alcohol to the cocktail of chemicals already coursing through his veins. Once he’s done drinking, he turns his attention back to you, watching you with lidded eyes and a lazy smile. A cigar in one paw, scotch in the other, wings spread wide, relaxing on his throne as someone serves him… is this how he used to live as an Overlord?

You wouldn’t mind helping him relive those days more often… he’s fucking handsome like this. Arousal burns through you at the sight, and you can’t help but go down on him faster and deeper.

“Fuuuuck…” He’s groaning and rolling his head back, and you know that if his paws weren’t occupied he’d be pushing down on your head. You don’t normally mind that, but he’s following your request to let you lead this time. His hips are bucking into your mouth a little, but you know he can’t help that, so you’ll let it slide.

You lightly squeeze his balls in your palm, and he cries out from the sensation. He’s starting to twitch and throb within your mouth, and more and more precum is flooding out of him. His paws are trembling too badly for him to continue savoring his other gifts; he may even end up spilling his scotch.

He’s in too much bliss to care.

“So- close-” As if you needed him to tell you. You pull your mouth up to just cover his head, and start giving him your all, both hands rapidly spoiling his shaft and balls while your tongue bathes his head. He doesn’t last long. A cry escapes from his muzzle as his cock starts draining into your mouth, hot ropes of seed washing over your tongue. His hips keep thrusting up into you, seeking more stimulation to ease out a few more shots, but soon, he’s spent enough to relax unmoving into his chair again.

He swears before taking his cigar back in his mouth and holding it there. You pull your mouth off of him, careful not to spill too much out of your mouth, and gently rest your head on his soft thigh. He strokes your hair with his free paw, a purr emitting from his throat and rumbling his whole body in the process. He’s staring down at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen; you could blush at the reverence his expressions always show you.

You swallow most of the mess in your mouth, then nuzzle against his thigh. “Was that a good gift?” you ask.

“Fuckin’ perfect, doll,” he assures you. A final drag of his cigar reduces it to a stub, which he crushes into his ashtray. “Come up here?”

You bring yourself back up into his lap, and he immediately pulls you into a cuddle. One arm wraps tightly around your waist while the other presses your head against his shoulder. You can feel his constant purring even more strongly from up here. You reach around to lightly scratch him under his wings, which earns you another contented moan amidst the purrs.

“Is there anything else you want me to do for you?” you ask him.

“Wouldn’t mind taking you to bed in a bit,” he tells you before kissing your head. “But for now, could I just hold you?”

You settle into his embrace, happy to give him whatever he wants; not just for his birthday, but for the rest of his life.

[kingdomof-omens]

Bad Omens HCs

With everyone posting their headcanons, I'm going to join in and tell you all my hcs of Bad Omens. Buckle up buttercup, we're talking boyfriend material and NSFW.

Tags: @signs-of-ill-portent @the-way-of-words @soakme-inbleach @ladyveronikawrites @cncohshit (if you want to be added to the tags, leave a comment or send a DM)

Divider by @/cafekitsune

Folio

My hc is that this man is the teddy bear boyfriend. He's the boyfriend that doesn't have to do anything in particular with you, just as long as you're there spending quality time together. He's a man that likes fishing. Fishing is a lot of waiting, a lot of sitting, and just chillin with a cold one popped open in his hand. So even if you two are sitting next to each other in silence, that's enough for him. He'll reach out to grab your feet to place them in his lap and rub them while you're reading so you have the ultimate relaxation. When he's working on his bike, he'll come to you with puppy dog eyes and ask for help, but all he really wants is for you to sit outside with him while he's changing the spark plugs or replacing a sensor. He's also a jokester, so fully expect to be called "dumbass" at least once a day, but he knows you'll call him a "fuckin bitch" right back. (lovingly, of course) And when you two fall asleep at night, he's going to smother you with cuddles and squeeze you to death so you don't have the chance to leave.

Sexually? This man is open to trying anything, as long as you want to. He's got a steady rhythm as he's disappearing inside of you and he's not going to stop until you come undone around him. His hands stay busy due to hitting drums nightly, so he prefers his girl on top so he can take those calloused palms and run them all over her body, touching, massaging, and maybe a slap or two. He's vocal. He's going to tell you that he loves how tight your pussy is as you roll your hips chasing your own high. He's going to ask you who owns that pussy, and you love telling him that he does. He loves blowjobs, watching you on your knees as your lips are wrapped around his cock working him over. Better relax that throat, cause he's going to end up thrusting himself into your mouth as much as he can. When you two are spent, he's going to take every last bit of energy he has to make sure you're all cleaned up and comfortable before bringing you your favorite pajamas and a glass of water.

Jolly

Jolly's the protector, you're his girl and everyone knows not to fuck with Jolly's Lady™. He's more of a chill boyfriend, wanting to stay home with you and watch movies while everyone else is hitting up the bar. He wants to take you out on dates at the fancy restaurants because that's what you deserve. He'll be out on tour and you'll come home from a long day of work to a bouquet of roses on your counter with a note that says "Miss you sweet girl". And when you FaceTime him to thank him, he's going to be grinning ear to ear because it made your day. He gives all of his trust in a relationship, so he doesn't care who you hang out with or where you go, as long as he knows you're safe and having fun. If anyone were to ever cross you, they'd immediately be placed on his shit list for life. And they better be lucky you talked him down from confronting them for having the audacity to upset his Lady because he would 100% "take care" of someone who hurt you.

In the bedroom, he's a dominant. He's the oldest man in the group and this man has experience. He knows how to bring you to your climax quickly and easily because he knows your body so well, but I think he likes to take him time with you. He likes to roughen things up a bit and loves to make you beg for him to enter you after teasing you all night at said fancy restaurant. If this man puts his hair up in a bun at the beginning of sexy time, you know you're in it for the whole night. He loves rope play, making you sit on your knees waiting patiently as he tightens the knots around your limbs. He'll never do something you're not 100% sure about, and as a matter of fact, he won't do it at all until you're begging for it. Sex, to him, is all for his Lady. He can beat his meat in the bathroom, he doesn't care, but you? You deserve to see stars as much as you and your body can handle. Afterwards, he's going to run you a warm bath with your favorite bath bomb and sit next to you as he takes the washcloth and cleans you up, because a Lady deserves to be taken care of properly.

Noah

He's the learning boyfriend. He wants to do his best giving you his undivided attention, he promises, but he just had a revelation about a song he's working on and he has to jot it down before it disappears. He's a perfectionist, not only in his music, but in making sure when you two schedule plans, it goes accordingly. Even if that means rushing you through your makeup before going out to your anniversary dinner because the reservation is for 6:00, not 6:02. He needs a girl that's patient and understanding, because he's going to hole himself in his studio for days at a time making sure a song is just the way he imagined it. He's going to be exhausted, but when he walks into the bedroom with heavy bags under his eyes, you're going to open your arms and welcome him into your bosom so he can get some much needed rest.

But he's not an dom like a lot of fics portray him as. He has to be in control in a lot of aspects of his life, being a perfectionist and all. So the bedroom is the one place he likes to lose control and give it to you. He wants you to tell him what to do, not in a dominating way, but the sex is all for you and your pleasure- so whatever you want, he'll make sure it's what you get. Speaking of your pleasure, this man is a pussy eater to his core. We've seen/heard about how much this man loves eating pussy and he'll bury himself in your folds like it's his last meal. Sometimes after a stressful day, he'll come to you and rub your knee asking if you could just spread your legs open a little bit so he can have a small taste. He'll lose himself in your slick to the point this man is panting when he pauses for air because he wants to dive right back in. He's not going to stop until he's satiated, and that takes a while. So if this man goes down on you, you better clear your schedule for the next few hours. We've also seen that he had a mirror on his closet door, and boy does he love watching you in the mirror bouncing on him.

Nicholas

He's the tender hearted boyfriend. When he loves you, it's unconditional, it's everlasting, and he puts his all into it. He got home from tour early one day and decided to decorate the house as a surprise for when you get off of work. He loves helping you in the kitchen, baking alongside you so he can find out what makes your choco chip cookies so amazing. He's a tattoo artist, so he catches every little detail of everything. He'll be sitting on the couch sketching something and noticed how your nose scrunches just right as you're trying to solve a 1000 piece puzzle, and next thing he knows he has your portrait on the page. Your home is filled with his artwork. You are so proud of his creations, him just slightly shy that all of your guests will see, but he sees your face light up with every piece and he would draw across the world just to see you smile.

Everyone knows him as the shy, tender hearted boyfriend, but in the bedroom it's the total opposite. This is a side only you will see. I believe this man is the true alpha out of all of the men. There will be some times where you two make love, slow and steady and gazing into each other's eyes as you both come undone. But, he loves temperature play, making you gasp between hot wax and melting ice cubes. He's going to edge you and string you along all night until tears are filling your eyes as you beg for release. He's the one that'll work you up all day, but make you watch him as he pumps his cock to climax and you get nothing because you couldn't stop teasing him at dinner with the guys. He loves calling you his good girl, and good girls wait to do anything until their man says so. But when he's finished making you regret your choices, he's going to cave in and make sure you cum at least once, because he hates seeing his girl so needy, wanting, and neglected. He'll give you proper aftercare, making sure you're clean and comfortable after a session, and he's going to ask you a million times if he went too far, if it was too much, and if there's anything he can do better for your pleasure.

[gravehags]

some know it lovingly

Pairing: Phantom x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: phantom being a certified Good Boy, oral m!receiving, titty fucking, reader is having some concerning thoughts, Phantom is hypermobile

Words: 2,642

Summary: What a sweetheart that Phantom is. But you know all too well what sweetness can hide.

a/n: TITTY FUCKIN and FEELINGS

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You untangle yourself from Sunshine’s grip as quietly as possible, not wishing to disturb her. She’s still softly snoring when you locate your robe but by the time you put it on she’s got one eye on you, the other obscured by her pillow.

“So you just hit and run, huh?” she says in a sleepy voice.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, coming back over to kiss her on the forehead, “I’ve got duties in Papa’s office today and I can’t stay.”

Pouting, she grabs your arms and yanks you back down to the comfort of the bed. Wrapping her arms around you tight she squeezes and lets out a yawn.

“Don’t go,” she murmurs into your hairline, “please.”

There’s a tenderness in her voice that makes your stomach do a flip and your heart ache. How could you possibly leave her behind after that? At the same time…you don’t want to earn Papa’s ire, although he is far more easy going than some of the other retired papas. Maybe he’ll forgive you if you’re a few hours late…

“I’ll text him,” Sunshine says, seemingly sensing your worries, “he can’t say no to us.”

You scoff lightly. “Oh yeah? And why is that?”

“Because he’s a sap,” she grins before stifling another yawn, “he only wants what’s best for his ghouls. The siblings too.”

“Does he…” you ask tentatively, pulling back slightly from her embrace, “does he know about…um…me and the ghouls?”

Your face flushes as Sunshine looks at you peculiarly.

“What do you mean?” she says softly. You feel stupid for even bringing it up.

“Nevermind,” you say, returning to her arms. An uneasiness settles in your belly thinking about what exactly it is you mean to the ghouls. You are aware of how you feel and while they have been affectionate…what if it was just an act? What if after you’ve been with all of them they disappear from your life, their interest in you gone now that they have gotten what they want? Sunshine rubs circles into your back and while it’s comforting, your anxiety will not let you return to sleep.

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A week later found you in the kitchen, putting groceries away. You’re taking oranges out of the bag when you spy someone out of the corner of your eye lurking in the doorway. A slender, dark haired ghoul with a pretty face stands there, fidgeting with his hands.

“Hey, Phantom,” you say with a smile, charmed by his clear nervousness.

“Hi,” he says, stepping into the kitchen, “Are you busy? If you’re busy I can come back.”

You laugh a little, setting down the carton of milk you’re holding.

“I’m just puttering,” you say, crossing your arms and leaning against the fridge. “What’s up?”

“Nothing. Nothing I just um…” he’s closer to you now, only a handful of feet away, and his tail twitches behind him. “Wanted to tell you you’re really pretty.”

The words come out in a rush and you blink several times, watching a flush creep across his cheeks.

“Oh! That’s…thank you,” you’re blushing as hard as he is at this point, “you’re so sweet. You came all the way down here to tell me that?” When you reach out to lightly grab his bicep he lets out a sigh and practically melts into your touch.

“Been thinking about doing it for a while,” he confesses, rubbing the spot on his arm your hand just left. “I’m not very good at this. Dewdrop makes fun of me because I haven’t really talked to you and I know you’re…special to the ghouls.”

Special.

His apprehension warms your heart and you smile at him once more.

“Tell Dew to get fucked next time he gives you shit, please.” When he lets out a laugh and his shoulders relax, you know you’re on the right track.

“Why don’t you help me put the rest of these groceries away and then we’ll sit and talk, yeah?”

He nods eagerly, and begins handing you items to put away.

The conversation that follows goes well into the night.

–

The next time you meet up with Phantom, it’s in the ghouls’ practice room. He invites you there to hang out - and maybe show off to you a little, you think as you watch his long fingers slide over the fretboard with finesse. Whatever his intention is, it’s working and you find yourself eyeing the movement of his hands with a fire in your belly. On the whole he’s calmed down around you but you’ve seen the way his gaze lingers on the low, curved neckline of your habit. Whenever you catch him looking you lean forward a little, slightly pushing your chest out and you thrill in the way his mouth hangs open and his fingers twitch. You repeat the action now and smile a little when his fingers slip while playing.

“Phantom,” you begin quietly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Y-yes,” he says, setting the guitar down and rubbing his hands on his knees.

“Do you know what I’ve been doing with the other ghouls?”

He flushes deeply and avoids your eyes. “Uh…yeah. Swiss and Dewdrop like to talk about it. Talk about how…” he clears his throat, “sweet you are. How good you feel.”

You nod thoughtfully. This isn’t new information to you, but you remind yourself to have a stern talk with the two aforementioned ghouls.

“And…do you want me like that?” you ask, scooting closer to him so your knee touches his.

“Yes,” he says quietly, ears burning. “Satan, yes but I…I didn’t want to be presumptive or anything.”

You’re deeply touched by his respect for you, in addition to being moved to action. When you gently put a hand on his thigh he spreads his legs and reveals the tent in his trousers.

“Phantom,” you say, “dear Phantom. What a good boy you are.”

You watch as the words make his hips buck upwards and he lets out a little moan. Clenching your thighs together you reach out to stroke his cheek and turn his face towards you.

“Kiss me,” you whisper and he’s on you like lightning, pulling you over to straddle his lap. You grind down on his clothed cock before he presses his lips to yours, sliding a hand up your back. You’re just as eager as he is, delighting in how smoothly his tongue slips against yours. You fist his dark hair, sliding your fingers up to rub at the base of his horns and he lets out a long, low moan. So you do it again, swallowing the sounds he makes with your sloppy kisses. When you pull away from him, he lets out a pathetic little whine but when he sees you slide to your knees between his legs his jaw drops. Spreading his thighs, you lean forward and nuzzle against his bulge, delighting when he thrusts against you. Idly you mouth at his cock, already noting the growing wet spot on the front of his pants. When you reach up to unfasten his button and zipper, he eagerly lifts his ass up and shimmies his pants down his hips. With teasing slowness, you expose his cock to the cool air of the room, admiring the deep red of the tip and the precum already dripping and sliding down the shaft. You look up at him and smile at the way his eyes are scrunched shut in pleasure and you haven’t even touched him yet.

“Hey,” you murmur, rubbing your cheek on the inside of his thigh, “Phantom. Look at me, honey.”

Ever obedient, his eyes fly open and his breathing becomes ragged as he takes in the view of you on your knees before him. You keep looking up at him from under your lashes as you place a sweet kiss on the tip. The action makes his whole body shudder, and when you lick experimentally at the pre beaded in his slit he keens. Gently you wrap your hand around his veined shaft and lean in to slide your lips over the head. Suckling at the tip for a few moments, you see Phantom’s hands white knuckling the chair out of your periphery. Still with the head of his cock resting on your tongue, you take one of his clenched hands and guide it into your hair. You pull off him for a moment and look at him fondly.

“I’ve never done this before,” you say with a small smile, “tell me what feels good, okay?”

His mouth forms the words the first time but nothing comes out so he nods instead. You return your focus back to his swollen cock and once again wrap your lips around the tip. Slowly, you bob your head, taking more of him in with each movement. This is so different to anything you’ve experienced so far - sure you had Cumulus’ strap in your mouth but it’s so very different to the hot flesh currently pumping in and out of you. Phantom’s fingers tighten in your hair, but he doesn’t move to guide you and instead is content to simply have something of you to hold on to. When you hollow your cheeks and suck, his hips buck wildly into your mouth, causing you to gag lightly. He’s apologizing profusely from above you but in response you do it again. And again. Your eyes are watering and lips burn from the stretch as you manage to take all of him in your mouth, your nose brushing against the dark curls at his base. 

“Fuck, baby,” he whines, his grip on your hair almost painful, “you look so good taking all of me like that.”

It’s the filthiest he’s been so far and you’re suddenly spurred on to make even more lewd things fall from his lips. You begin to pull off him, suck hard on the head, then slide your mouth back down to take all of him. You’re stuck in the rhythm of the act for a while before Phantom cries out.

“Stop! Stop please…”

Perplexed, you pull off of him and look at him with concern.

“Phantom? Did I do something wrong?”

He chuffs out a pathetic little laugh and hunches over himself, placing his hands on your cheeks to meet your gaze.

“Sweetheart…will you let me do something?”

You’re intrigued, to say the least.

“Yeah of course, what is it?”

He lets out another delirious little laugh and slides his thumb over your swollen lips.

“I want…I wanna fuck your tits. Please.”

Oh. Oh. When your mouth falls open he takes the opportunity to slip his thumb inside and press against your tongue. You smile around his fingers as you suckle on the digit lightly before pulling away.

“Fuck yes, Phantom.”

In a flash, he’s standing and gesturing for you to lie flat on your back. Smoothly, he straddles you and jerks down the front of your habit and your bralette in one swift gesture. When his eyes land on your bare breasts you feel his cock twitch against your belly. Sliding his body up to position himself, you watch his eyes roll back as he grabs at you to cradle his dick between them.

“Look so good like this,” he breathes, running his thumbs over your hardened nipples. “So fucking good for me, just like the others said.”

You reach your hands up to press your breasts together and his hips begin to jerk forward in a steady rhythm.

“How long have you wanted me like this?” you ask, a grin curling your lips as he fucks you.

“Forever,” he moans, “since I was summoned and I saw you with the others. Something about you. So pretty. So perfect.”

You’re content to lie there and take him, leaning forward every once in a while to graze the head of him with the tip of your tongue. Suddenly he pauses his thrusting and reaches a hand backwards behind him to hitch your habit up and expose your cunt.

“What are you doing?” you ask, hands still squeezing your breasts. He tosses you a wicked little grin before sliding his hand down the front of your underwear. “Isn’t that uncomfortable?”

“Nah,” he says simply, “I’m real bendy. Don’t want to neglect you, baby.”

When his fingers dip into your slick and begin to circle your clit, your loud moan makes his hips jut forward. Suddenly the two of you are in a rhythm as he fucks your chest and fingers your clit at the same time. His body is contorted but he doesn’t seem to mind as his thrusts become faster. His fingers are moving deftly against you and you arch your back into his touch. 

“Gonna make you cum,” he pants, unceasing in his rhythm, “gonna make you cum and then I’m going to cum all over these beautiful tits.”

You begin to feel that sweet pull in your spine through your stomach and when he pinches your clit you buck upwards, crying out.

“Phantom, fuck,” you moan, “fuck honey don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m gonna–I’m so–”

In an instant your back bows off the floor as much as it can with his weight on top of you. Your cries are loud, wanton, and undoubtedly can be heard from outside the room but you can’t bring yourself to care. Phantom rubs at you through your orgasm, only slipping his hand out of your panties when your breathing begins to become steadier. Now he’s feral, both of his hands covering yours as your both push your breasts together tighter around his cock. Lifting your head up you make sure every pass of the tip meets your tongue and his thrusts begin to become sloppier. You know his end is soon when he begins to let out keening whines of your name, back arching. 

“Come on Phantom,” you coo, “come on these tits, baby.”

Quickly he pulls back and takes hold of his cock, jerking it hard and fast. With a low, hoarse moan he comes in ropes across your breasts and onto your neck, his hand continuing to slide over himself until he cries out and collapses forward. When you lift your head up to inspect the mess he’s made of you, you gather a good amount of his seed on your forefinger and bring it to your lips. Keeping your eyes on his, you slip the digit in your mouth and suck with a lewd moan. He’s saltier than you expected, but not unpleasant, and you adore the way his eyes darken at the act. After a moment he swings his legs off of you and lies down next to you on the floor.

“Did I live up to your expectations of me, love?” you enquire lightly, his cum cooling rapidly on your chest. He lets out a tired but jubilant laugh.

“You have no idea,” he says, nuzzling into your side. “The others…they always talk about how pretty you are or how good you feel but…”

“But what?”

He sighs softly, toying with your hair. “I don’t know. The ghoulettes say there’s something special about you and I believe it.”

Special. There’s that word again. The fears you had while curled up with Sunshine wane a little but not entirely. You feel like there’s something that’s been going unsaid between you and the ghouls, but you don’t have the energy right now to pry into it. With a groan you sit up and Phantom follows suit.

“Need a shower,” you say, adjusting your bralette and pulling your habit back up to cover yourself. “Would you like to join me?”

Phantom’s tail is thumping eagerly on the ground beside him before he stands and helps you up, then tucking himself away.

“Anything you say, beautiful,” he says, following you out of the practice room.

Such a good boy, you think.

[imajinxnation]

Hi! I wanted to tell that John Constantine has such sad tired but beautiful eyes. and the way how he smokes is something special. Can you please write how he would react if he saw that the reader was smoking.

Smokey

John Constantine(2005) x Reader

SUMMARY // We all know John is a really bad chainsmoker, but he never knew you smoked too!

TW // Smoking(no shit), fluff, cussing..

Tbh I love this cause, imma be honest with ya'll, I smoke, mostly when I'm stressed, but still.. and I know everyone is gonna be on my ass for that, but I could be doing a lot worse shit than smoking, so be glad it's just that!

Thank you, I have been having writers block for days and you just FIXED IT!!!!

ALL GIFS FROM PINTEREST

Me and Constantine have been dating for 2 years now, and during that time, I have witnessed an insane amount of people reprimand him for smoking like he does, and a lot of disgusted looks glanced his way after he pulls out cig after cig like they're candy.

He ignores these people and really doesn't give a fuck about what others say about his life choices. His life, his choice.. and who am I to tell him what he can and cannot do?

Especially when I smoke too.. bit hypocritical if I tell him to stop smoking while I take a puff or who, right?

Another thing I've noticed in our relationship is how he tries to keep from smoking in front of me and goes out on the balcony at our apartment to do it, or faces the opposite way as not to accidentally blow his smoke in my face.

I brung it up to him once, but he just brushed me off, saying he had no idea what the fuck I was talking about.. How typical of him to not admit he cares about my health..

So far, he has never witnessed me smoke, and, because I buy the same brand as him, he doesn't think of it when he finds an extra pack on the counter every now and then, thinking I bought them for him.. Which results in him stealing my fuckin' smokes without even realizing it.

Usually, I have a smoke first thing in the morning when John is still asleep, and then maybe another at work, but that's all, so it's easy to see why he didn't know about our shared habit.. Until today.

It's an early Sunday morning and the streets are nearly bare due to it being a weekend, and for some, a day to relax and go to Church.

I'm out on the balcony, taking my morning smoke when I hear John rustling in bed, probably just tossing and turning like usual. I take a long drag from my cig and feel the white-ish gray smoke run through my lungs before blowing it out of my mouth with a sigh, some of it escaping from my nose instead.

"Baby.. what are you doing on the balcony this early..?" I hear John's deep groggy, huskey (~sexy~) morning voice ask from behind me.

He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and finally sees me clearly, looking at him, cigarette in hand, a little smoke still coming down and out my nose. He squints at me, tired and confused.

"Since when do you smoke..?" He asks, confused as fuck.

"Since I was old enough to do it without getting in trouble with the cops.." I say nonchalantly and flick some ash from my cigarette into the ash tray on the thin metal railing.

"Huh.. How am I just finding this out now?" John asks, clearly confused at how he has been dating me for 2 years and never knew 'till now.

"One; you sleep like a boulder, I do this every morning, and two; I don't use 20 packs a day like someone," I tease, smirking slightly.

He scoffs playfully, "Okay, well, I don't smoke 20 packs a day.. just 15. And also; are you fucking kidding me? I did all that shit so you wouldn't inhale my smoke only to find out it doesn't even matter cause you inhale your own!?"

"HA! So you admit that you did do all that because you care!" A shit eating grin crosses my face.

Constantine pauses for a minute and then lets out a sigh, knowing I wouldn't let it go, no matter what. Then a thought struck him.

"Fucking Christ.. The new packs of cigs! Those were yours weren't they!?"

I laugh at his reaction once he figures out he's been stealing my cigarettes.

"Don't even worry bout it, we smoke the same brand, so I steal yours sometimes too," I confess, a grin on my face as I take another drag before putting out what remains of the roll, pressing it down into the ash tray.

[scarlettriot]

Okay, listen, I don’t need annnyone telling me how half baked an idea this is but it’s living rent fucking free in my head right now so I’m throwing it in a post (as opposed to in @twisteddaydreams1135 DMs like I have been).

A/B/O stuff. Alpha Kiri and Beta Reader. I write Beta’s a little differently so if you end up not liking it, it is what it is.

No real warnings here. It’s a lot of fluff and comfort honestly.

A Drabble that ended up being about 2K words… my bad.

No editing or proofing. Again, my bad.

Alpha Pro Hero Red Riot who co-owns and agency with Dynamight. Red Riot who’s in his 30s and not married or even mated. He works himself into the dirt because it keeps his mind occupied. Handles everyone’s paperwork. Picks up all the extra shifts at the office. His friends and coworkers can’t remember the last time he took a vacation, if ever!

But, Kirishima never complains. His pack his happy and he claims that makes him happy. But, the pack is getting worried. The dark circles under his once bright eyes never seem to go away. He only redyes his hair when Bakugou reminds him. He’s barely around for pack dinners and if he is home when they’re happening he usually just takes a plate with thanks and what he thinks is a genuine smile and goes to his apartment. He was still a phenomenal leader. So caring with that big heart of his. In fact, it seemed Kirishima cared about everyone around him far more than he ever cared for himself.

So, the pack came up with a plan, you.

You were new to the city, looking for work with your resume being passed around and Mina got her hands on it. A Personal Assistant could be exactly what big guy needed.

She brought your resume to Bakugou who agreed you seemed like a good fit with strong references and skills to match. And, you were a Beta. There’d be no chance your scent would bother Kirishima and both Mina and Bakugou agreed that was a good thing.

So, you started an hour before he did on a sunny Monday morning. In a small office right next to Red Riots. He came in with his protein drink and did a double take. They hired someone new? Since when? Last he checked him and Bakugou approved all hires together.

“Who the heck is she, do we even have room in the budget for a new hire?” He asked his friend after closing his office door.

“Made room in the budget for her. Her name is Y/N and she’s your new personal assistant.”

He made room because everyone took a small pay cut. Which they all agreed was worth it if it gets Kirishima to take a break and fucking relax for once.

“I don’t need a personal assistant. No one else has one!”

“Because everyone else can manage their time just fuckin’ fine. You can’t. You haven’t for almost a damn decade now. Not since—”

“Don’t.” Kirishima rumbled. “I know what you’re gonna say and just don’t. I’ll try and work with her but I make no promises.”

Bakugou knew that was the best outcome he could ask for right now so he didn’t fight him on it. Just nodded as Kirishima left his office and watched as he walked into yours.

Your new boss was nice. He lived up to everything you heard about him aside from a few things:

Kirishima wasn’t a fan of interviews. He would do them but he always looked incredibly worn down when he returned from one.

Kirishima had to be reminded to dye that red mane of his. You scheduled time for that.

And perhaps the biggest thing you learned about the man;

Kirishima HATED down time. You scheduled breaks in his day per his friends requests and either he flat out ignored them or he was in your office bothering you the entire time. Even on his days off he found reasons to be in the office. His newest was bringing you lunch.

You didn’t mind these little visits. In fact, you kinda liked the big guy showing up in your door way. He was a change of pace from some of the other Alpha’s you’ve worked with. And, not that you’d ever admit to crushing on your boss to anyone else, you could at least admit to yourself that you liked having him around.

Still, you had to remind him that this was his day off and he shouldn’t be at work.

“I’ll take a break when you take a break. After all, you are my personal assistant. If you’re working, I should be too.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works, Red.”

He shrugs those wide shoulders. “It is if I say it is.”

You just rolled your eyes at him and reminded him again that there’s still things you need to work on when he’s out of office. Just like how you keep working when he goes on patrol. But, he waved his hand and changed the subject as usual.

Despite feeling like he definitely didn’t need someone managing his schedule, Kirishima actually really liked having you around.

You were easy to talk to, you didn’t seem to judge him, and he knew you were doing what you could to keep his best interests in mind even if he wasn’t.

He wouldn’t dare admit it out loud or to anyone but he knew deep down he had a hint of a crush on you. It started when he watched you storm up to Denki and push a paper against his chest. “Kirishima is not handling your strawberry milk requests anymore, I’ve told you this. If you want special snacks so much, put the order in yourself.”

He knew his friend only did it to get a rise out of you. And it worked every time. It was cute to see the way you cared about him even if it was just from a professional stand point.

When he had free time in the weeks that followed he found himself fond of hanging around you. You were a Beta but whatever perfume you had on was pleasant and he could feel the worries he carried around with him for years ebb away when you were near.

That’s why even on his days off he sought you out.

He’d sit at the little table in your office and you asked him about his interest and found some common ground between the both of you. Things to talk about and fill the quiet time. It wasn’t in the job description but he was thankful for it nonetheless.

After reminding him yet again he wasn’t supposed to be in the office on his days off you asked him wouldn’t he rather be doing something different instead? Something more fun?

“The things I enjoyed doing aren’t really fun alone. I go for my runs and workouts and that’s about it.”

“You have plenty of friends, Red! And you’re still one of the most eligible Pro Hero bachelors, I get like 10 emails a day asking if you would agree to a date with people if you’re looking for something more romantic. You don’t have to be alone!”

“My friends have families that they spend time with on their days off, just as they should. They don’t need to go spending time with me. And I’m not looking for romantic right now.” or possibly ever again, he thought.

“Alright, so, what are you gonna do on your next day off?”

“Probably this!” He grinned all proud of himself.

But you had a grin of your own. “Might be a little difficult since I listened to what you said: how I should take time off when you do.”

“Oh…” Even though he tried he couldn’t hide the disappointment in his voice. “That’s good though! You should take more time off.”

“Yeah…” You pushed some food around your plate for a moment and then he heard a little sigh before you spoke. “On my days off I like going to this little book shop I found.” You described the area and he knew exactly where it was. “It’s got a little café inside. I’ll probably go around 11 and be there for a few hours, if you wanted to meet me.”

He hadn’t agreed to plans so quickly in he could remember how long!

On his day off Kirishima was up bright and early, went for a run, came back and showered, changed into jeans and a nicer shirt.

“Where the hell are you goin’?” Bakugou asked, just as stunned to see the man looking so chipper and up and moving on his day off rather than secluding himself in his room.

“I’ve got plans! See ya later!” He called and headed to the bookstore without realizing he had two nosy friends following him. One blonde. And the other pink.

They watched him from across the street and saw him walk up to you with a grin like they hadn’t seen on his face in so very long and they knew hiring you was the best decision they could’ve made.

The two went home, not wanting to interrupt the plans, and left you two to the outing.

Kirishima stood beside you in line while you two talked about the different options the cafe had. You told him what items where your favorite and what you thought he might like.

It was while you waited off to the side for your number to be called that he said something that caught you off guard. “The perfume you wear, it’s nice.”

While the compliment was appreciated and made your cheeks a little warmer you looked up at him confused. “Thanks but I don’t wear perfume.”

Now he looked confused. “But, I smell it all the time. Have for weeks now.” Your eyes went wide as he tried his best to describe it. It wasn’t your shampoo or body wash, not even the lotion you wear from time to time.

You knew Alpha’s had good noses but you weren’t expecting this. “Kirishima, that’s not something I wear. That’s my scent.”

[t0ast-ghost]

So the thing is I wasn’t going to comment on the sixth episode. I just got home from a hella good play and I’m tired so I relax with Star Trek but holy shit

What IS that

With that HELLO and welcome to my first thoughts on the sixth episode (The Enemy Within) of the original Star Trek series

Here we go:

- that is a fucking dog

- IS THAT BLOOD?!? On Star Trek???

- so he got transporter cloned.. WHY IS HIS FACE LIKE THAT THO

- I like the fact it’s told a bit in retrospect, like it starts off with the star date and saying that at the time they didn’t know he got cloned

- MCCOY! His friendliness and then the “I have no sympathy for clumsiness” bro wha

- DONT YELL AT MCCOY

- McCoy not knowing what to do about Jim so he goes to Spock lol

- what the fuck is that fuckin thing, it’s rabid man.

- anytime someone is holding the creature there is literally no reason for them to be holding it. Like Kirk is just holding it and then HANDS IT TO SPOCK.. WHY IS THIS NORMAL NOW

- so do people casually just sit on tables here? First we had McCoy, now Spock. Is it just science/medical officers?

- Vulcan nerve pinch for the win

- POV your boyfriends are deeply concerned for your wellbeing (side note: bones looks so soft in the first pic. He cares so much)

- “you have a point, Spock.” “Yes. Always, doctor” STOP FLIRTING

- “If I seem insensitive to what you are going through, you must understand it’s the way I am.” HE SAYS THIS WITH ALL THE CARE IN THE DAMN WORLD. Spock is the most emotional character I have ever seen

- uh oh the circuits

- nooo Sulu! Do they not have better cold protection?

- YEAH I HOPE YOU’RE IN PAIN FUCKER

- so I think what they’re trying to promote is the idea that there’s the kind and indecisive side and the animalistic “sinful” side that has all the impulses and power to make decisions and together they work so that the former side can calm the latter to be more… civilized?

- “god forbid I have to agree with Spock” they’re married and you cannot convince me otherwise

- was that dog okay? Like it was really fuckin angry at something

- HES DEAD JIM MOMENT! WE HAVE A HES DEAD JIM MOMENT

- “for once I agree with you, doctor” THEY ARE MARRIED

- Spock is so riled up rn (every time he shows emotion I’m commenting on it because I think he is so so emotional but then his whole thing is he isn’t)

- SPOCK YOUR LOGIC ISNT LOGICING (having a human half and Vulcan half I think is a bit different than literally being split into two people, but what do I know)

- they are literally the angel and devil on his shoulder, but married, and also in love with him

- what no no bring Sulu back. That was such a good delivery of lines I am so

- this episode shows the power imbalance between Kirk and Janice and that messaging could be more powerful if they really wanted. Like showing how Janice felt forced to say she was okay with it and wouldn’t tell anyone because it was the captain I feel was a big step to take in the 60s (because it was rarely if ever talked about especially on tv) but it still wasn’t enough and was treated horribly in the end. They brush off her experience and also let Kirk be near her which is not okay. I know they wouldn’t but I wish they’d actually addressed the fact that Kirk can pretty much get away with anything and the crew wouldn’t/couldn’t stop him unless they deem it truly necessary (which would be way to far)

- I think the Kirk stuff could be more impactful

- some of those close ups on Kirk are crazy

- Bones is so damn worried about him in the transporter room

- SPOCK IS STRESSED AND HE HESITATES

- “the imposters back where he belongs, forget him” but isn’t the thing is that he is you? Like he’s still there and apart of you, Kirk

Okay, that’s episode six. I don’t have much more to say about this episode.

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[shigarakisbabyy]

bkdk nsfw fic I just wrote hehe

Warnings: spanking, biting, praise, oral, face-sitting, anal, multiple org*sms, mating press, top Baku and bottom deku, porn without plot

Word count: 1553

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Kneeling is Izuku’s favorite thing to do. More specifically, kneeling down to suck cock. He even has his own little pillow to put down on the floor so his knees don't get sore. It's not the kneeling Izuku likes the most, but it's what he does when he kneels; he worships his husband. Licks him, sucks him, kisses him, grips him, everything. Kneeling down let's him have that thick cock in his mouth while he holds onto those muscular, meaty things, Katsuki’s hands intertwined in his hair and his praises filling the room.

So, it's not a surprise that Izuku’s doing it once again.

"Ah- ah, fuck-" Katsuki groans, throwing his head back and biting his lip, "Fuckin' hell baby-"

Izuku holds back a smile as he continues his assault. He can feel muscles flexing under his fingertips, tensing and relaxing over and over again like they have a mind of their own. He gazes upwards towards Katsuki, never looking away once from his eyes. It's so hot to feel small and weak beneath his husband, like he's the one who isn't in control, and that anything and everything could happen to him.

He runs his hands over Katsuki’s thighs, then trails them up to grip his ass. For a man who doesn't normally bottom, he has such a huge ass. Izuku can't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

Izuku’s face is shoved down to Katsuki’s pubic bone by huge hands, the entire length of his husbands cock inside Izuku’s throat as Katsuki comes. Katsuki groans and stutters, then takes a deep breath and releases his grip. Izuku swallows immediately.

"Fuck-" He gasps. "That was fucking great."

Izuku’s chest swells with pride. He did a good job. He pleased Katsuki. He was useful.

"Really?" He asks like he doesn't already know he did fantastically. But he wants to hear it again. Please be proud of me, he thinks.

Katsuki nods, then sits down on the floor in front of him. "Mhm. The best."

Izuku tries to hide his smile, but fails. Katsuki laughs through his nose and reaches a hand out, fluffing and stroking Izuku’s hair. "You're really good at it. You got like a sixth sense when it comes to knowing how to suck cock." He kisses him on the forehead.

Izuku giggles. "You're gonna make me blush."

"What, you didn't blush when my cock was in your mouth but now that I'm praising you, you will?"

"Kacchan!"

He laughs, then scoops Izuku up in his arms and lays him on the bed. "I love when you blush. I'll praise you all fuckin day if it gets you to do that."

It's not that hard to get a praise kink fulfilled when Katsuki is your husband. Not hard at all, actually. Katsuki will tell Izuku what a good job he's doing and how awesome and fantastic he is just for getting out of bed in the morning. After a while someone might get used to it and it wouldn't make their knees weak anymore, but not Izuku. No, after searching for Katsuki’s words of approval for so long, his praise will always make his heart race and brain blank.

Katsuki climbs on top of Izuku and kisses and sucks down the side of his face, across his jaw, down his neck, over his chest, until hickeys and bite marks are littered all across Izuku’s freckled upper torso. The little marks Katsuki makes lay claim to what's his; they let everyone know who Izuku belongs to.

Katsuki kisses Izuku’s toned stomach, until he's sucking on the skin over his hips bones and laughing when his legs twitch or he whines. "Sit on my face baby? Please?" He asks, staring up at Izuku with puppy-dog eyes.

Izuku giggles and nods. "Your obsession with my ass is concerning."

He's flipped over and pulled on top of Katsuki, then dragged up until his ass is hovering directly over his waiting mouth. "So fuckin' pretty down here though. Can't help it." He grips Izuku’s cheeks and spreads them apart, then squeezes them. "My favorite."

With an eager and skilled tongue, Katsuki slowly undoes Izuku and remakes him again, over and over and over, until the poor man is whimpering and shaking, gripping at anything he can hold on to and sobs of pleasure wreak though his body like a hurricane. Katsuki never lets up his aggression, each moan and whine spurring him on to ruin Izuku more and more, to destroy him completely. Boys like Izuku were made to be fucked so hard their minds go blank, and by God, Katsuki’s going to fulfill that.

"How you holding up Izu?” Katsuki groans, then dives right back in before Izuku can reply.

Izuku whines and grinds his freckled ass down onto Katsuki’s mouth. "M-more- Please."

Katsuki smirks and grips Izuku’s hips tighter. "Your wish is my command, baby boy."

Katsuki snakes his hand around and grips Izuku’s cock, his thumb trailing over the tip in gentle strokes, collecting all of the dribbled out pre-cum. He starts out slowly at first, gently caressing Izuku’s length, then ups his pace faster and faster until he's working at lightning speed, Izuku shaking above him. His tongue works twice as hard, exploring Izuku’s hole and kissing and sucking the rim with complete abandon.

Whining and thrashing, Izuku cums harder than he ever has before, spurting his load all over Katsuki’s stomach. Dear lord, he thinks he's seeing stars. He got lucky that his soulmate is such a master in bed.

Katsuki doesn't stop. He feels he can't stop, because Izuku’s perfect ass is in his face and all he wants is to keep it there. He grips Izuku’s cheeks and spanks them, spreads them apart, kneads them, and keeps assaulting Izuku’s hole like he needs it to live.

"Kacchan!" Izuku cries out, "Kacchan- fuck- please!"

Izuku tries to squirm away, but Katsuki holds him down steady. Izuku doesn't think he could even move his legs right now if he tried. The overstimulation makes his stomach light up with sparks and shake, until he's cumming all over Katsuki again.

"Kacchan- Kacchan-" Izuku whines, sounding so fucked out and done yet grinding back onto Katsuki’s face, "Kacchan- fuck- I'm gonna- I'm gonna break!"

Katsuki chuckles beneath Izuku. That's exactly what he wants. He wants Izuku pliant and needy for him, blissed out and incapable of coherent thought.

When Izuku cums again, Katsuki decides he's had enough. For now. He lays Izuku down, quivering and eyes glassy with tears, on the bed and kisses him all over his face and down his body, until his face is level with Izuku’s cock.

"Kacchan- can't- can't go a-again," Izuku mumbles, his eyes half shut.

"Mmh, that's too bad." Katsuki spreads Izuku’s legs wide open and pins then back to his shoulders. "I was gonna fuck that ass of yours, but if you really don't want it, I guess I won't."

Izuku whines. He never passes up an opportunity to get railed into oblivion by his husband, no matter how fucked out he is. Screw Katsuki for using his weaknesses against him.

"Mmmmmmh-" Izuku whines, "y-you can..."

"Oh? But I thought you couldn't go again?"

"Please- please fuck me-"

"I don't know baby. I wouldn't want you to break, would I?"

Izuku bites his lip. He knows exactly what Katsuki’s doing. Katsuki wants to hear Izuku beg for him, tell him he needs him and that he can't possibly stop now. He wants Izuku to beg to be broken and used.

"Please- please- fuck me please," Izuku begs,"Need you- need you, please- want you to break me-"

Katsuki smiles wickedly, then slams into Izuku in one thrust. Izuku cums immediately, completely untouched.

"Aw, look how cute you are, cumming just from my cock going in. Wonder what will happen when I start fucking you into the mattress, hmm?"

Katsuki’s pace is brutal, sure to leave bruises in it's wake. Izuku relishes in it. He loves being slammed into so harshly, his prostate being abused and Katsuki’s huge balls slapping against his ass. His cock leaks like a faucet, pre-cum settling in pools over his stomach and mixing with his cum.

"You like when I- fuck- when I fuck you like this?" Katsuki grunts, his grip so tight on Izuku’s legs that it'll surely be sore later.

"Yes! Yes! F-faster please!" Izuku wraps his arms around Katsuki’s neck and tugs their faces together. "Faster!"

Enveloping Izuku in a kiss, Katsuki quickens his already brutal pace tenfold. The insides of Izuku are so heavenly, clenching around Katsuki so beautifully and aching for him. With a groan and gently biting down onto Izuku’s lower lip, Katsuki cums inside Izuku.

Izuku cums as well, for the last time that night. His arms fall down on the bed beside him, his entire body exhausted from cumming so much.

Panting heavily, Katsuki pulls out and gazes down at his beautiful husband, practically fucked to sleep by him. He feels a strong sense of pride swell in him, from the fact he can do this to him. He never has to worry about whether or not Izuku is satisfied in bed.

If this will happen after every time I suck Kacchan’s dick, Izuku thinks, I’m going to do it a lot more often.