#ackermanc4msl4t

[ivyglow]

excuse this intrusive thought but i'm like to pitch in on the topic of nolans breeding kink. perhaps it takes a less conventional form in a more perverted, young adult male way where he just wants you constantly leaking his seed?

i can see him being kinda quiet about it. silently mulling over the idea while you're sitting crossed legged at his dining table doing an assignment. it's been three hours since the last time you fucked but you just don't look as FULL as he wants you to be. it gnaws at him until he scoops you up for another round but you're already kind of sore so you tell him to chill out and, for the love of christ....he genuinely looks sad. the pout doesn't go unnoticed so you ask him what's up because sometimes he does that [have sex until my feelings go away instead of talking] thing.

nolan stutters over his words until he just blows air out his mouth and looks down at your tummy, flattening his hand over the flesh to gently apply pressure.

"i want you full of me" his lips barely open.

"what? i can't hear you honey, speak up"

"- i said i want you full of me!" nolan snaps. "i-it's weird i know but i like knowing you've got me inside you- or like...with you, at all times" he's flushed bright red now and keeps his blue gaze lowered.

"you're mine." the declaration is breathy, wistful, primal. he finally looks up at your face through long thick lashes, surprised by the smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. the fever between your legs returns instantly.

"claim me then."

Sis- I- I DEMAND YOU TO SEND ME MORE OF THESE-

This is so akcksjjsksskks OMG

but hear me out, he would like to see you walking around with his cum leaking between your legs and-

[sapphiques]

im in my k-pop bag rn. my entire april faves playlist is bussin rn i'm loving it

HI RI OMG and same honestly....like i am a fairly new stan and i keep discovering more groups and my april playlist is almost entirely k-pop

[ohayopoko]

Girl you are a BLESSING to the black aot fangirls specifically the Eren simps. Like I read your fics and kept coming back to reread them cause they're that good! Also I love that you're repping the Caribbean posse and incorporated some of that into the playlist 😭💖

YESS GYAL! My smut playlist is like %70 dancehall music like the vibes those songs give me when I write??? Purrr🥴 Imagine my surprise and delight when I found a fine aaa Caribbean yaardie on here @ackermanc4msl4t who returns the fucking energy?!?! I just had to fuckin run with it and it’s amazing when people weave their lives into their art, pieces of the soul and the culture it’s so fuckin *chefs kiss*

[pinkchanelbag]

once again cursing everything in heaven and hell that i don’t get to spend my twin flames bday with her @ GOD WE WILL HAVE OUR RECKONING FOR THIS @ackermanc4msl4t catch these love and luck vibrations

[djarinova]

thank you @ackermanc4msl4t for the tag <3 mwah

the promp: describe yourself using pics in your camera roll

tagging: @happy-rascal @spencessmile @pumpkin-stars @bakugohoex @jaegerswifey + any other mutuals

[ivyglow]

okay so here's another for barzy since i'm in such a good mood:

he's naturally a touchy person, it's his love language. he thrives off skin-to-skin with you in general but there's something about morning sex that scratches an itch in him justtttt right.

it's 6am on one of those rare occurrences where he doesn't need to be up and out the house before midday, so he's taking advantage of the moment. the ascending sun tilts over the high rise right next to his condo, it warms his naked back, egging him on to press his growing bulge into the mound of heat between your legs.

the steady rolling of his hips wakes you in a pleasant way that makes you really fucking happy. way happier than usual for opening your eyes before 9.

"matt..." you say his name accusingly. an edge of humour in the drawl, as if you expect him to have any sort of composure when you looked like an angel beside him. right leg tossed over his waist, back flat on the bed, arms strewn haphazardly where they're most comfortable, lips parted in a dopey grin.

the golden brown of your cheekbones beg him for attention so he happily leans over and sponges one, two, three- several of them, all over the soft skin until you crane your head towards his lips and pull him into a heated kiss.

your muffled moans of pleasure vibrate against his mouth and muddle his brain until he's pushing your sleep shorts to the side so he can tease your entrance with his cock. "you put me in."

he's always been a gentleman like that, making sure you're the one taking the lead. so you tilt you hips down as he suckles the sensitive spot just under your jaw. there's a strangled groan from him when you envelop his length then it's your turn to whine when he thrusts into you rhythmically.

"goodmorning, by the way" he's grinning ear to ear now. content and fulfilled. the little shit 🙄

must be nice wake up beside him, but wake up beside him to have morning sex- it’s heaven and I can prove!

[ivyglow]

see me? i'd be hell as a hockey girlfriend because i dont give a FUCK! 🗣☝🏽 no one would be able to talk to me a certain way. i'm well versed in microagressive de-escalation from spending 18yrs on this earth. and we all know that's just ~professionally~ putting bitches in their place. so either the women are nice to me or we won't talk idccccc how that looks. everyone in the hockey community KNOWS being racist has been a part of the "culture" so facing that transparency head on would be so easy for me 😭 i think that's also why theres so little WOC as partners because ppl know in this day and age were not dealin' with bullshit. that prolly has PR shaking in their uggs so they advise to "stay away from us" 🙄🤦🏽‍♀️

while I see where you're coming from, I don't 100% agree with your point (but yes you would be a hell of a hockey girlfriend <3). I think that it doesn’t matter if we ‘give a fuck’ or not, it takes energy to deal with it on a daily basis, so yes maybe people wouldn’t treat you bad because they know you would do it back, but this environment is not healthy at all, it makes us sick and it messes up with our heads. and there are always people who are gonna be violent without the ‘intent ‘ to do so, and we need to deal w them too and it’s just as stressful. the NHL is not even a healthful environment for white people, let alone poc :/ 

[pinkchanelbag]

september 🥺

september: share a comment or review which still warms your heart?

they all doooOOOOOO oh lord but honestly the first thing that comes to my mind are the compliments i get from my best friend ri ( @ackermanc4msl4t ). she’s seen me thru MANYYYYYY fandoms and fanfics and has always been eager to read what i write and not only praise me but also critique me and help me grow as a writer :))

[weird-dere-fics]

NOT THE AMBIENT CIRCUS MUSIC IM CRINE 😭

LMAO IKR??? That shit had me screaming.

Not my tag, I just wanted to pass it forward 😂😂😂.

[weird-dere-fics]

IM FUCKING OBSESSED WITH THAT POST HNGFFF

I’m so glad to hear that !! To have the person who wrote the original post approve it’s pseudo-sequel is great lmao. I CACKLED when I saw your response on the reblog and the tags to go with it 😂😂😂. Thank you so much for reading!

Very much appreciate you creating the first part too! Your mega bigg sexy brain walked so mine could run 😌💅✨. Much love >:D.

[weird-dere-fics]

LMAO Marquie I’m sorry but you have been perceived. I have come to deliver u what u asked for in the tag ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

Hope you enjoy @mindninjax lol. Also wanna tag @katsukikitten bc I’m making this a sequel of sorts to this post by @ackermanc4msl4t. Hope they don’t mind 👀.

Inumaki getting the gluck gluck 4,000 under the cut 🥴. (18+ content minors DNI)

Warnings: mentions of orgasm, oral (giving), there’s a lot of setup sorry lol, didn’t proofread.

It’s been a few days since the incident. That’s what you were calling it. It was a bit too much to call it a harmless prank.

Just imagine suddenly losing yourself to the dark whispers of sin incarnate when you were simply trying to study. Nothing but lust moving up and down your spine, not at a crawl but at breakneck speed. Your vision going blurry because every nerve in your body was consumed by a mysterious heat that gripped you like a vice once it appeared, not disappearing until well after it was all over.

It was a wonder absolutely no one noticed you crumbling in your seat, all senses being overridden by the oxytocin flooding your brain as you squeezed god knows how tight around absolutely nothing.

You couldn’t bring yourself to focus on your work even after you came down. All you could do was sit there as you caught your breath, piercing holes into Inumaki with your gaze as he looked in another direction.

Though the bottom half of his face was covered, you knew he was smirking. There was no way he wasn’t after pulling something like that. He was your little shit alright...

Unfortunately, though all you needed was him after that, he left you high and dry all that night.

And over the course of the next few days. Was not a fun time for you. Inumaki was chilling and doing his own thing as if nothing happened in the library that day. What’s even more frustrating, you couldn’t take care of yourself because you were suddenly swamped with having to train.

Which leads you to now. You had just finished some rather challenging assignments off campus as of a few hours ago. Inumaki was following you around like a kicked puppy, fidgeting with his hands a little.

He was a very affectionate boy when it came to you, so you can imagine he didn’t take you giving him the silent treatment and ignoring him very well.

You probably didn’t need to be doing this to him, but you couldn’t help how you were feeling, too stubborn to admit defeat and let him hold you without recognizing and reckoning with his little prank and it’s current effects on you.

You pulled out your phone, checking the time as you made your way towards the dorms. Our favorite group of first and second year sorcerers had planned to have a nice lunch together today. You didn’t want to be late.

When you finally arrived, you went straight into the kitchen, seeing Megumi, Nobara, and Maki there. Inumaki stayed behind, joining Panda at the dining table where everyone would be eating soon enough.

Panda, though typically silly, was a very perceptive individual. He could tell right away something was up with his companion. Itadori was still running late, so there was some time for the two to talk, and talk they did.

That is until some screaming started in the kitchen. The scent of burnt food lightly tickled their noses. When Panda went back to see what was up, you came out of the kitchen laughing to yourself.

Upon claiming your seat next to your love, he would rest his hand on your arm, looking at you with slightly furrowed brows. He was very clearly asking why you were being so cold.

You would raise both of your brows in response to him. As if it wasn’t obvious?

“The library?” You murmured.

“Hanging me out to dry after?”

His expression would soften after a moment as his eyes fell to the table in front of you. He was thinking about it. When it hit him, he deflated a little. That was a little rude of him, huh? He must’ve gotten caught up in his own world for a little bit.

He would take your hand after unzipping his jacket, placing the softest of kisses upon the back of it.

You couldn’t help the flutter you felt in your chest. You very much appreciated the gesture and his silent apology, but it wasn’t over yet.

All the heat that had been simmering in your abdomen over the past few days was beginning to singe your insides with a vengeance. You needed him and you needed him now. He could tell by the look in your eye.

At this rate though, there was no time for that. At least, not in the way you wanted it. But there was something else you could settle for...

Before long, you were slipping under the table. You could only thank the heavens above for the existence of the long tablecloth covering the table.

Questions marks were flying around on Toge’s end as he tilted his head, the others coming out of the kitchen with food to set on the table. Itadori appeared shortly after too.

Upon noticing your disappearance, Maki asked about you.

Toge was about to point to the table, “Umebo-.”

He stopped mid-ingredient as he felt you spread his legs apart, his eyes widening a tad.

“Okaka...”

The others were obviously a bit confused, but let it slide. They could make you a bento with some of the foods for later. You probably got called by Gojo sensei for some stupid reason.

Our sweet cursed speech user was trying not to seem shaky as he grabbed his plate, feeling you slowly unzip his pants to keep the sound to a minimum. It wasn’t hard to figure out what was about to happen to him.

His jackets high collar would have been convenient for hiding his blush if he didn’t have to open it to eat.

He felt utterly screwed, his pupils dilating as he felt you pull his cock out while he scooped some rice into a bowl.

Your eyes did just the same as you eyed the appendage that made you shudder and moan from time to time, squeezing it before kissing its tip. You could tell Inumaki was trying not to bite his lip or clench his jaw by the way his leg started shaking. It only made things much for enjoyable for you, a devious smirk growing onto your face.

You stroked him softly, licking your lips as you saw he was already dripping with precum. You wished to devour him whole, but you wanted this to last. You wanted him to feel your experience in the library tenfold. To actually have to deal with the buildup rather than instant gratification.

You would wrap your lips around his head, swiping your wet muscle in circular motions. Though you wanted nothing more than to feel all of his weight in your mouth, you took your sweet time, drawing grunts out of him disguised as throat clearing while he ate.

When he’s had enough he would thrust deeper into your mouth, seemingly just scooting his chair closer to the table.

You wanted to be in control, but he’s taken a little of it.

So be it.

You took him to the hilt after that, the end of him hitting your throat. You moved your head side to side, your nose nuzzling curly hairs bellow the belt.

God how you wished you could laugh at the way he jumped, listening to the others at the table begin to apologize for suddenly getting so loud.

You started to move up and down, loving the feel of the large vein under his cock rubbing against your tongue. His balls were wonderfully heavy in your hand as well.

Mayhaps he was just as pent up as you after all? Maybe it’s why he did that to you in the library? Didn’t exactly matter at this point. All that was important now was getting him to spill his seed in your awaiting mouth.

After a point you have become much too eager to just fucking taste him. You didn’t care about the little noises you started making. The subtle slurps that came from licking him up like a popsicle. The sound the material of his pants made as it got jostled from the way you juggled his family jewels. The little moans that begin to reverberate in your chest as you felt yourself spoiling your undergarments.

At this point everyone was beginning to finish up, so things were rather quiet. The others didn’t notice the sounds coming from beneath the table, but to Toge, they were the loudest sounds in the fucking world. His face was burning.

He could feel his breath accelerating, his eyes about to roll back into his head as he fought tilting his head back. He was definitely biting his lip now.

“Oh, Inumaki senpai. Is the kimchi that spicy?”

Innocent Itadori would never know...

“T.. Tuna mayo.”

Panda would come over slapping poor Toge’s shoulder, laughing about the current situation everyone above there table was witnessing. By doing so, he inadvertently jostled the cursed speech user in a way that caused you to choke on him for a moment, your vocal chords reacting all on their own for a moment.

It was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Inumaki’s head fell onto the table as you continued to suck soul out of him. If he wasn’t about to burst down your throat, it might have been because he was embarrassed. At this point though he couldn’t care less. His hand would weave into your hair under the table cloth as he bit his lip until it bled, his brows furrowing.

“Must have really done a number on his stomach for it to make that sound,” Megumi quipped, standing to start cleaning up the table.

“We should probably leave him for a moment,” Nobara chuckled sympathetically. If she knew what was actually happening she might have grabbed her hammer and nails...

As soon as the last person left the room, Toge moaned, his entire body quaking as his hardness spasmed and spilled into you. The knot in his stomach didn’t snap. It imploded.

It felt like wave after wave of euphoria slowly filled him without stopping. He felt like he was on fire. Like he might just pass out from how good he was feeling.

Too good.

He was a puddle in his seat by the time he came down. You had successfully put him away and come out from under the dinner table without being seen.

You rubbed his back as he moaned into the table, surprise little aftershocks hitting him some more.

To say the shit eating grin on your face was massive was an understatement.

“Oh, y/n you’re back! I see you found Inumaki,” Panda chuckled.

“Yeah, Gojo sensei called for me. This poor guy couldn’t handle his food huh?”