#and apply for this f UCK

[nitori-swims-rinstyle]

Not the monster high rerelease triggering a want to work for Mattel again so bad I’m looking into internship programs

[adiffident]

All these fic writers making the Black Brothers French and portraying them as desirable. My man, practically the whole of Europe hates the French, especially the English.

I hate the French just as a concept. I cannot tell you why exactly, but it is what it is. Also just as a whole Italian is much sexier, or maybe I'm just biased..

Also French is the language spoken by all the aristocrats across Europe. Yeah I know the purebloods have a fuck ton of generational wealth but no need to rub it in further

[bitchimasnake-sss]

hello :3 i was wondering if i could request a monster trio x fem reader nsfw of them begging during sex (ohmygod i know they b whimpering ANS moaning) tysm :p

ahh now that's my kinda thing *evil laugh* (cringing inside im sorry) (also, i added them being handcuffed to it cause i thought that's very funny of me, i hope you like it <3)

"ask me again, baby" ft. the monster trio!

in which, they ask you for what they truly want and you comply

ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader

warning: nsfw drabbles; nsfw stuff includes edging, overstimulation, thigh riding, dirty talk, sub!op men (i had to bring them back lmao)

luffy:

- his breath is hot against the shell of your ear, his hard-on pressing against your plush thigh as whimpers escape him as easily as air "yn" he ruts into your soft skin, the layer of his shorts separating you from him, "yn please~ please come on" "please what?" you inhale deeply, looking at the bruises on his neck admiringly "please anything" he whimpers again and his voice is scratchy, too harsh against the silent, dead night. the handcuffs on his wrists rattle again as he tried to break free, "anything, yn, anyth-ing, i'll take it" - "you'd take it like a good boy?" you trace your finger on his lips, silently tugging down his red, bottom lip before you're biting and sucking on it - he nods feverishly, tousled hair getting messier with every hasty nod. his lips against yours again and he moans against you, the cuffs rattling one more time "please" he's mumbling against your lips, his hips moving up and down to chase the friction you denied him of "ask me again, baby" you coo as you trail your cold fingers over his hot torso, "and ask me in detail" - his eyes flutter shut, words entangling at his tip as you sink down further on him, letting him actually feel your soft thighs on his painfully hard dick - your fingers squeeze his cheeks harshly, "speak, luffy." - he lets out a laugh at your harsh actions but the laugh turns into a wince as you shift your body weight again, depriving your captain of any friction against his thick, hard shaft - "i-" he's mumbling, whimpering each time you shift and tease his tip though his pants, "i want to f-fuck you raw." "hm?" "i want to pound into you, fuck you- please yn" he winces when you tease his tip again, touching him fleetingly through his shorts, "pl-please let me f-uck you, i wanna make you feel so good, please. please le-t me fuck that pussy, mommy please" - "good boy" you flash him a smile as you finally pull his straining dick out, spitting on it to make it wetter than it already is "now look at me as i fuck you, mkay?"

zoro:

- "you think this is funny" he hisses as your fingers skimmed over his erection through his pants, "come on, it's not funny" - his arms flexed, the rippling muscles on display as you continued, skimming slightly and then running your fingers over his taut abs - "aww, what's wrong, zo?" you laugh when he throws his head back, hips bucking into thin air almost instinctively - "yn" he groans but as soon as your hands at palming him, he loses all coherent thoughts, "f-fuck yeah, please like th-" "you like that huh?" "no" he lies as his hips shift under your soft palm and he closes his hand in ecstasy. he repeats softly, "no" - you retreat your hand, sitting on your knees beside him and he opens his eyes, "yn wh-" "tell me the truth" you softly whisper as your hips straddle him, clothed pussy rubbing over his erect cock, "do you like this baby?" - your hips move up and down, front and back and you can feel his wet precum through the thin trousers. your hands slowly wrap around his neck, applying a little pressure, "zoro" - "fuck yn" he's moaning, rutting his hips upwards to meet your core, "i- fuck, harder- please harder" - you sit against his dick, letting him fuck you through the layers and his voice is shaky, breathless, "i- god fuck fuck fuck, you- i wanna fuck you please" - "tell me again, baby" the hand on his neck is travelling upward to his hair, tugging at his nape and exposing his neck to you - "yn" he's whispering, face red, eyes closed, a bit on drool on his lips, "yn yn yn, please, your pussy, angel~ i- fuck i wanna cum inside. please i wanna fuck you till you can't take it anymore, til you're full of my cum yn- fu-" - you smile against his neck, "you wanna fuck me?" "so bad, baby please" "are you gonna fuck me good?" "fu-uck yes, yes let me please"

sanji:

- he's always whimpering and moaning as his pretty cock slides in and out of your tight, slick pussy but this was different - his voice verges on prayer, breaking down into a fit of chant of your name as you, in your underwear, rut against his strong thigh - the muscles under you flexed and you threw your head back, biting on your lips - "my love" sanji breathed heavily, struggling against the constricting handcuffs, "l- let me help you, please" you shot him a mischievous glance, pushing down harder against him, "hm? how will you help me?" "a-anyway you want" he moans as your fingers lightly skim over his hard-on, "pl- s'il te plaît, yn" - you press a chaste kiss at the center of his throat and relish as you feel him suck in a deep breath, begging more "ask me again, sanji" you coo as your hands trace down his chest and onto his erection, "come on" "yn-" he is meeting you upwards, allowing himself some friction, "my love, darling, please. please, don't tease me" his hair is damp and when he speaks, his words are slurring into one another, "pl-ease, yn, let me fuck you. i'll fuck you so good, i promise, darlin', ple-ase i- i promise" "keep beggin'" "yn, you're driving me fucking insane, p-please let me atleast touch you, taste you, anything" "you wanna touch me?" as he nods, you carefully open one of the cuffs and settle down a little bit farther than he can reach "how about you do yourself?" you smirk, and when his face falls, you re-assure, "don't worry, i'll help if you can't fuck yourself like i do"

a/n: s'il te plaît: please okay listen, i think sub!op men are superior, talk to the wall that being sad, my lord, i am out of fic ideas so please let me know :') and sorry for any spelling errors, wrote this one in a hurry

[theharrowing]

Why are you stopping?

Just another day in the life of Jungkook and baby squirt.

🤍 What, now? Jungkook x Female Reader

🤍 word count: ≈ 535

🤍 established relationship, pwp, smut, nsfw, 18+

🤍 warnings: this is literally porn without plot - that's the warning (vaginal sex from behind and mention of riding, wrists held behind back); this universe Jungkook has dominant vibes in general and there is some of that in here; plus we get a little of baby squirt's bossiness; Jungkookie also has his dick pierced!!!

🤍 notes: smut starts immediately! enjoy!

🤍 written for the Harrow's Holiday Cheer Event, requested by @here4kpopfics 🎈 i love you, my baby Kelly!!! thank you for being such a good friend in person and online!!! i hope you know that i wrote this shit so fucking fast lmao. like, the night you submitted the request. i did change the wording of the prompt a little hehe. i hope you enjoyyy!!!

🤍 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🤍 posted dec. 2023

The slap of skin against skin is atrocious. Pornographic. Breathtaking. 

You attempt to praise Jeongguk, but your face is buried in the pillow, and he presses against the center of your shoulders with one hand while his other holds your wrists behind your back, muffling all sound and creating a pocket of hot breath that makes your face sweat. 

It is not your finest moment, but Jeongguk's thick, pierced cock is enough to convince you to become scrunched into even the most precarious of positions. So you babble and mutter senselessly, threatening to choke on your favorite floral pillowcase but willing to accept your fate. This is, after all, a fine way to die. 

Thankfully Jeongguk switches positions so often you do not have a chance to suffocate, and he not only lets up on your shoulders, he lifts them, continuing his quick, punishing pace while pulling you up to your knees and forcing you to sit tall. You allow him to move you as he pleases, your hands dangling and fingers grazing your thighs while your back bows and his hands slide to hold you in place, one against your hip and the other on your throat.

"F-f-uck," you manage to stammer, eyes fluttering closed as Jeongguk spears you open mercilessly.

He has the audacity to ask, "You like that, baby? Like the way I pound this tight pussy?" right next to your ear, hot breath warming your skin. 

"So g-good," you respond as you reach between your legs and lazily circle your clit with your fingertips, feeling pleasure burst white hot. "Fuck, Jeongguk…you make me f-feel so good."

With a deep, eager groan, Jeongguk fucks you harder, causing the soft skin of your ass and thighs to ripple with each slam of his hips. Jeongguk applies a hint of pressure against your throat and that is all it takes for the floodgates to open.

Your voice is broken and raw as you moan and sob, begging Jeongguk not to stop while your entire body trembles and tingles. As Jeongguk fucks you through your orgasm, you feel yourself slipping into an out-of-body trance. But then his hips slow nearly to a halt, causing every nerve in your body to begin to panic.

Desperate, you ask, "Why are you stopping?"

Jeongguk chuckles and loosens his grip on your throat, cock adored with metal dragging slowly past your walls. "Sorry, baby squirt. You sounded so fucking good and I guess I had a moment."

Feeling petulance rise, you wiggle out of Jeongguk's grasp and pull his dick from inside you, grumbling, "If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself," before pointing to the headboard and saying, "Sit. It's my turn to fuck you."

Jeongguk laughs again, then begins to crawl to where you want him, moving the pillows out of his way and taking his place against the headboard. He looks dreadfully pretty with a dopey smirk, his long hair messy and wavy and framing his face, his cheeks flushed, and his body covered in a sheen of sweat. You get onto your hands and knees and begin to crawl as soon as he taps his thighs and says, "I'm all yours, baby."

ugh, these drabbles are already a lot of fun and it has been nice to just get some bursts of energy out without stressing over a whole oneshot or chapter.

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[foli-vora]

take my breath away

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x f!reader

a/n: reposted because this literally disappeared and didn’t turn up in the tags and idk what the fuck happened lmao. so here we are again.

summary: “Be rough, Bradley. I want you to… I want you to use me.”

word count: just under 2.2k

warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY oral sex (m receiving), rough oral sex, deep throating, crying/dacryphilia, choking, gagging, praise, cum eating, brief mention of masturbation (f), i want him to call me honey god damn it

“And just what are you up to, honey?”

An indulgent smile curls your lips as you gaze up at Bradley who lounges comfortably into the couch, the smooth hardwood flooring only slightly uncomfortable as you press your knees into it and sit back on your heels.

He grins in curiosity, his head tilting as he watches you settle yourself in front of him and spreading his legs automatically as you start to shift closer.

“Oh, me?” You coo innocently, dancing your fingers along the skin of his thighs and feeling the jump of muscle beneath your touch, “Nothin’ at all, baby.”

“Mhm,” he huffs softly in amusement as your fingers move to the drawstring of his shorts, his tongue slipping along his bottom lip as you softly tug it loose. “You know if you wanted some attention, honey, all you had to do was ask.”

He goes to lean forward, intent on claiming your mouth and putting your head in a spin before whisking you away to your shared bedroom, or hell, the couch would do just fine, too—but a firm hand splaying on his chest stops his advance, and he pouts before letting himself fall back into the cushions.

“You just got home—this is all for you, baby.”

His shorts part under your deft fingers and you’re soon pulling his hardening cock free, feeling it swell and stiffen between your fingers as you lick a teasing stripe along his skin from balls to tip. He twitches from the sudden touch of your tongue, grumbling softly at your quiet giggle.

“‘s not funny.”

He’s fighting a grin when your eyes slowly roll up his body to find his. Your tongue darts out and circles the head of his cock, his legs  jolting with another jerk of surprise and your smile widens.

“I find it funny. So sensitive—” you tease quietly, before taking him fully into the wet heat of your mouth. You lather the tip of his cock with attention, tongue circling around the smooth head of it as your lips apply a bit of pressure before slowly lowering inch by inch.

Work into it, you remind yourself, not wanting to push yourself too hard too fast.

Your hand grasps the base of him, keeping his cock steady as you start to work it, keeping your pace measured and giving yourself a chance to adjust to the movements.

When you feel ready, you push down further, breaking past the point of resistance until he just starts to fill your throat before pulling back. You repeat it again, and again, each time pushing yourself further than you did previously until the full length of him throbs in your throat. 

Your throat fights the intrusion, your muscles automatically contracting and tightening around him, and he can’t help the little twitch of his hips at the feel of it. His movement throws off your concentration and you pull away, sucking in a breath and swallowing the rush of saliva from your small gag. 

“Holy sh—‘m sorry, honey,” he breathes, his fingers curling into the fabric of the couch in an effort to stay still. 

You ignore his apology and lean back in, swirling your tongue around the reddened tip of his cock and taking him back into your mouth, sucking softly at the smooth skin and relishing at the comforting hand that comes to rest on the back of your head before starting to move lower and lower down his length with a steady bob of your head. 

The head of his cock eventually hits that back of your mouth and you will yourself to relax, inhaling deeply before fighting the resistance and pushing further, pressing more and more until tears build along your lash line at the thick feel of him filling your throat.

“Jesus, fu—uck—”

It’s the tempting curl of a smile that has you pulling back enough to inhale before your gag reflex is triggered again—you love it when that whine starts to build in his voice.

You alternate between bobbing your head and swirling your tongue around him, focusing on the sensitive skin of his frenulum and sucking softly at his tip before taking him deeper, the resistance slowly loosening with each forceful shove of his cock down your throat.

“You’re doing so well, honey. Can you look at me? Can I—oh shit—”

He’s sure the sight of it almost kills him.

Your eyes roll up to meet his, your lashes fluttering leisurely and causing a stray tear to fall from the corner of your eye while your lips stretch wide around the thickness of him.

He’s powerless as your gaze stays locked with his, unwavering as you take him deeper and deeper, the tight feel of your throat wrapped around his cock stirring the heat building at the bottom of his spine.

You release him and suck in a breath, warming at the loving shine in his eyes as he gazes down at you, despite the trail of saliva that slides down your chin.

“Can you do something for me?” You murmur, wrapping your fingers around his slick length and pumping your hand to keep him stimulated, your pussy clenching as his eyes roll a little from the wet jerks.

His hips twitch at your steady touch and he nods, his brows furrowing from the blissfully tight feel of your fingers. “Anything—what do you want? Tell me.”

“I want you to not hold back.”

Confusion leaks into his expression.

“Be rough, Bradley. I want you to…” you trail off, squirming on your heels as heat swims in your core, the rough friction of your underwear rubbing against your cunt weakening as your arousal soaks the fabric. “I want you to use me.”

He openly falters at your words, his frown deepening as his hand comes to rest on your wrist to cease your movements. He’s taking your request incredibly seriously, and your pure adoration for him swells within the confines of your chest.

“What if I hurt you, honey? I don’t want—”

“You won’t,” you cut in soothingly, smile soft and reassuring. “I trust you, baby.”

He swallows, his tongue slipping back along his lower lip in thought. After a moment, his eyes dart back to meet yours, a significantly darker shade growing in the shadows of them that has a thrill running along your nerves. 

“Is this what you really want? You’re sure?”

Excitement curdles in your gut and you nod eagerly, your heart picking up in your chest. It’s something you’ve thought about for a while, a secret little fantasy built from the many times his hand would curl just that little bit harder around your head whenever you went down on him.

You knew there was something there, something your sweet as sugar husband was holding back, and you’d often send yourself over the edge during the lonely nights without him picturing it, your fingers wild over your clit as you imagine the feel of him forcing you to swallow all of him again and again. 

“How are you gonna tell me to stop?”

His expression turns almost disapproving when you remain quiet, your late night fantasies not quite preparing you for that question. How would you tell him to stop if it became too much? 

“Come on, sweetheart. We’re not doing this until we’ve got a system in place. Now answer me—how are you gonna tell me to stop?”

“I’ll tap your leg,” you speak after a few seconds of deliberation, your eyes falling to where his hand covers your own, his cock still solid and throbbing in your grasp. “One tap to slow down, two taps to stop.”

He nods in approval, squeezing your hand and running his thumb along your skin as you start to languidly drag your fingers up and down his length. “One to slow, two to stop. Understood.”

“You’re not at work, Bradley,” you scold lightly, lips twitching at his throaty chuckle. 

“You’re sure as hell a bit of wor—hey!” 

He flinches away from your teeth as they nip playfully at the warm skin of his thigh, before his breath catches in his throat when your mouth moves from the inside of his leg to the tip of his cock, your tongue wide and smooth over the head and licking away the precum beading there from the anticipation.

“You’re so pretty, honey,” he breathes, his broad frame melting back into the comfort of the cushions as his eyes follow the way your lips spread and drag against his skin. His hips roll up when your tongue massages his frenulum, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth and pulling a little whine from your throat.

He tests it again, his large hand coming to rest once more on the back of your head, only this time he puts a little bit of force behind it as well as thrusting upwards, forcing his length just a little past your previous limits. Your answering moan melts against him and his lips briefly twitch into a smirk.

Shit—you do like that.

“Remember to tap if you need to,” he demands softly, heart thudding wildly his chest as your eyes flicker up to meet his, swimming with the mixture of appreciation and desire. They flutter closed as soon as he thrusts up again, his fingers pressing harder into your scalp to push your head down onto his cock.

You can’t help but gag after the first few times, your eyes stinging and filling with tears as he pushes you through it. You inhale when he lets you up enough to drag in oxygen through your nose before he’s pushing you forward again, stretching your mouth wider around him and forcing you to get used to the feel of his cock filling your throat.

His pace increases and you’re left to take it, your nails digging half crescent moons into his skin as you do nothing but hold on. The thick feel of him moving in and out of your mouth, pushing further into your throat and back again, has the tears pooling along your lash line soon spilling down your cheeks, a sight he seems to appreciate with a jerk of his frame. 

“God damn. You’re doing so damn well, honey. Fuck! Look at me now, that’s it. You’re so good, so damn good—"

The thumb on his free hand brushes over the corner of your lips where they stretch around his cock, briefly dropping to gather the line of saliva dripping down your chin and smearing it messily over your cheek, his fingers soon curling just along your jawline and under your ear to aid his other hand in keeping your head positioned how he wanted it.

Your body responds to the strength of him, your eyes fluttering and loosening to let him take full control. You’re tempted to shove a hand down your shorts to calm the borderline painful ache built in your clit, but your hands are incapable of leaving his legs, afraid if you let go for even a second you’d break the solid pace he’d set.

“Shit. Shit—I—”

Your eyes fly open at his mumbling, desperate to watch his face crumble as he reaches his end. His brows are furrowed, eyes still focused on the way his cock moves in and out of your mouth and how it glistens with your saliva.

Just a little more. Just a little—

You feel the swell of his cock and you brace yourself, your throat soon flooding with warm salty cum as he splutters out a curse above you. It’s too much, despite you trying your best to swallow it all down and some fills your mouth and overflows from the seal of your lips, sliding down your chin and only adding to the beautifully obscene picture of you now seared into his mind.

His hands lose their strength as soon as his cock starts to soften, instead coming to rest softly cupping your cheeks as you release him with a soft pop.

You’re panting, chest heaving softly with each inhale, and he swipes a rough thumb through the mess on your chin, slipping his cum into your mouth and watching as your lips wrap around it with an almost drunk look hanging over his features.

“You’re gonna be the god damn end of me,” he mutters, pulling his thumb from your mouth and moving it up to press against the joint of your jaw, his other thumb mirroring it on the other side.

He pushes softly, thumbs pressing firm circles into your flesh and massaging the now aching muscles there. It’s delightful. Your first deep throating journey had been more strenuous than you were expecting and now your jaw was paying the price.

You hum softly, smiling in appreciation and smoothing your hands up along his forearms to hold his wrists as he works, feeling the warmth of his skin melt into your palms.

“You know what this means, right?” He asks after a few moments of tender face massage.

Your eyes flutter open in curiosity, “Hm?” 

“When you’re ready, it’s my turn.”

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tags: @kindablackenedsuperhero, @rosiahills22, @a-reader-and-a-writer, @labellapeaky, @nanjalee, @hawsx3, @nonsensical-nonce, @cowboylikecassidy, @spacegirly1, @tolietpaper, @themusicalweirdo, @miles-rooster, @lilfoxyqueensworld​

[fairybloodsucker]

Okay yay! My request is for reader and elvis and someone walks in on them having sex. (Maybe elvis is eating reader out-But it can be something else if you’d like!)

Thank you!

Ouu, sounds interesting!! I’ll do my best <3

Warning: bad words, Elvis eating reader out,

Dont Worry Baby

You and Elvis had been together for 3 months now, and you two haven’t made love yet because you werent ready, but now you knew you where ready.

The time was around 7 PM and you and Elvis was finally home all alone. Elvis was in the living room playing with his guitar, and you where up in the bedroom. You where sitting infront of your mirror, wearing a short baby pink night dress that was a little visible. You looked at your reflection while combing your long natural hair because you had an idea in your head to make you two make love to each other. Just the thought of it made your underlip between your teeth. You took your hairbrush down on your makeup table, and picked up a red lipstick, applying it to your lips. You smiled seeing the red colour on your lips making you look more sexy. You also had white panties on ready for Elvis.

Elvis walked into the room, you saw his reflection in the mirror so you turned towards him with a small smirk. Elvis had no words, he just looked at you with thirsty eyes. “Wow, honey, y-you look stunnin’” he stuttered. You smiled by his words, you stood up walking towards him, you night dress moving so more of your panties showing. You looked up to his face, giving him a small smirk again. “Like what you see?” You said with a small giggle because you knew the answer. Elvis nodded “God, yes, baby, i do” He then leaned close to you giving you a small kiss before you walking towards the bed, you smiled to yourself because you loved teasing him. Elvis followed you with his blue ocean eyes. Elvis looked down your body till he came to your butt.

He saw you wearing white panties, Elvis bit his underlip while looking at you, while feeling his pants feel tighter around his croatch. He walked towards you as you sat down at the bed looking up at him. He placed his hand on your cheek, taking his thumb to your mouth, and slowly into your mouth. You opened your mouth when you felt his thumb coming into your mouth, you took your tongue to his thumb and played with it. You saw it on Elvis’s face that he loved what you did. “Fuck, baby ..” you felt elvis pressing his thumb more into your mouth making you gagg. He took his thumb out of your mouth and placed his thumb in his mouth, tasting your spit that was on his thumb. You looked at him. “Wow, baby, you taste so good ..” he teased. You felt your pussy getting wet by his words. “Want to taste me from a different hole?” You smirked and giggled by your own words. You where a total slut for Elvis. You saw Elvis giving you a nod. “Fuck yes” he hesitated. You smiled, spreading your legs slowly. He looked at your legs opening. He couldn’t wait anymore. He then went down on his knees close to you, twisting his hands around your legs, spreading them even more.

You felt even more horny and your slick was now stained in your white panties. You just leaned back. Elvis placed one hand over your coochie, rubbing in big circles to make your pussy even more wetter and tastier for him. He took his hand off your coochie and took it on your panties, hr added the other hand and removed your panties with both hands. “Wow baby, your so wet for me .” He laughed a bit. You looked down at Elvis. “Yes Elvis, just for you” Elvis moved his mouth closer to your pussy. You felt his hot breath on your pussy lips that where spread a bit. You leaned back down. Elvis took his mouth to your vagina, and took his tongue first on your clit and twitched it. You couldnt hesitate, you moaned and grabbed the blanked beside you. You moved your legs feeling Elvis going faster. “Ohh, f-fuu-uck E-E-Elvi-is” he cried out of pleasure.

Your eyes where closed shut, but you heard a door open. You opened your eyes to see and you saw Jerry in the door frame. Jerry looked at both of you, almost tramatized in his glance. You where just looking at Jerry now. You felt Elvis stopping.

“Jerry?? What are ya doin’ ?? Get out!” Elvis yelled, out of a little embarrassment.

Jerry looked at elvis Elvis “i-im so sorry, i didn’t mean- i didnt mean to just walk in-“ Jerry apologised. “Cant you knock??” Elvis was irritated because Jerry ruined the perfect moment. Jerry nodded “i will, im sorry, again..” Jerry exited the room, closing the door behind himself. Elvis looked towards you. “Im sorry, honey, i didnt know he would be here this quick” Elvis apologised to you. “No worries, Elvis, we can continue tomorrow” you gave Elvis a small smile. Elvis nodded to your words. Elvis picked up your panties and took it on you. You looked at Elvis and smiled at him. “I’ll see ya, little one” Elvis kissed you and you kissed back. You watched Elvis exiting the room aswell.

You where kinda sad that Jerry ruined the moment, but you had other ideas for Elvis that you knew he would enjoy.

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Omg i hope you liked this. Perhaps not the best but, hey! I tried <3

I nothiced alot of writing mistakes, im so sorry 😭

[fr3akingtf0utrn]

How about Copia riding the hell outta male reader while he's wearing his ghaseball uniform?

FUCK YES. I’m actually hella into baseball too so when I saw him in that uniform 😩

Also, it’s a bit short so yeah, ENJOY.

copia x male reader

warnings: nsfw, dom!reader, sub! Copia, riding, degrading kink, and uhhh I’m bad at putting warnings but it literally says NSFW so expect the unexpected bitches❤️

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“Fuck!” Copia throws his head back and grips onto your thigh, arching his back. He slammed his hips back down, feeling you press against his prostate once again.

His face contorts with pleasure feeling every inch of you.

Copia as of right now had both hands behind him, gripping your knees as he arched into you. Your cock penetrating him deviously.

He makes more throaty sounds as he feels you play with his own cock that was between you two.

“f-uck!” Your eyes roll back, “you could barely wait another hour you fucking slut.” You words were stern but broke halfway through as he continued bouncing.

This only started because of copia having to appear during a Sox game to throw a pitch. He was getting ready an hour before hand and looked so fucking hot in his uniform that you guys could barely make it to him putting on his pants overtop his sliding shorts.

Copia leaned forward and moved one hand to the back of your neck and one on your bicep. His mouth let out a silent scream as you latched onto to his neck and snapped your hips up into him. You sucked on his sweet spot and he moaned aloud.

You snapped your hips up again and released his neck by pressing wet kisses on the marks. Copia continued to slam himself down on your cock, trying to reach his peak.

His jersey buttons were unbuttoned and showed off his toned chest and slightly chubby stomach, of which you loved so much. You slid your hand to his chest, feeing him and grazing his nipple.

He shivered at the touch and leaned down to the crease of your neck and shoulder, resting his forehead to hold himself up. You could hear all his quick breaths and whimpers as you thrusted up.

“I can’t, I can’t, fuck, please, Y/n,” Copia begged. You growled in response and held his hips, helping him move faster up and down.

“plea-se..” he whispered in your ear, his grip on your bicep tightened and slid his other hand to your neck. He leaned back and bounced more.

You threw your head back in response and your mouth gaped open as he rolled his hips. “Now, copia, go a-head..Tesoro,” you groaned,words breaking, as you felt the burning ache of release.

Copia bounced uncontrollably, he could feel his muscles in his legs burn and ache. He was to caught up with his pleasure that his body and legs shook as you applied pressure to his own cock once more.

He squirted in your hand and on your chest as you thrusted hard into him, releasing as well, trying to go as deep as possible.

Copia arched his back into your cock, his legs twitched along with his hips, feeling the overstimulation of everything. He leaned back down to you, collapsing on top of you as you stopped.

You wrapped your arms around his covered waist and enveloped in his scent as you later soft inside of him.

All of a sudden, there was a loud 3 knocks on the door, startling you both and making you slip out of and hisses in unison.

“Papa Emeritus IV, you’re on the field in 25 minutes.” A ghouls voice boomed through the door, you both sighing gladly because he didn’t come in.

“Also, try your best not to ruin Papas legs before a show or meetings anymore, Y/n,” your eyes widened, hearing the ghoul, “it makes him a bit more clumsy.”

You definitely knew who the ghoul was after they said that.

[festive]

˖˚ ͙✩ Heated ✩ ͙˚˖

content+warnings: exes -> lovers, mentions of breakups not really specific, tattoo artist au, tattooartist!itto, cunninglus, vaginal fingering, female!reader!

summary: it’s been awhile since you last seen your ex, one thing leads to another and you find yourself in his studio.

a/n: this was supposed to be a 500 word drabble but I went over board, anyways tattoo artist itto, yeah yeah. (Give me my a+ Nai!! 🗣🗣🗣)

🏷: @thicksimpx @gabzlovesu @bubble4u

"Why couldn't you just ask me?" Itto whines, looking at you from the space between your thighs — it was almost comical, the way his sharp ears drooped as if he were a puppy while he continued rubbing along the lines of the 'heart-shaped tattoo you got done a few days earlier.. by someone else.

"Didn't think it was the right time to bother you,"

"What?! You can always bother me!!"

You cringe at the sudden pressure Itto applied to your flesh. You look down at him in embarrassment as you softly call his name, "Itto.."

"If.. if this is about what happened, I want you to know you can always come to me for anything.." His red eyes refuse to meet yours as his gaze drifts off. You don't miss the dust of pink spreading through his cheeks and coating the tips of his ears or the little pout on his lips. "I still think about you, you know,"

"You do?" You didn't mean for it to come off as bashful as it did. Still, you couldn't deny that you had missed Itto, although you definitely weren't willing to tell him that or that your family still asks about him. No one needs to know that you still have pictures of you two together locked away in your phone — the same phone still has his number saved.

"Of course I do. I still love you." Itto shifts nervously, scratching the back of his head. His voice cracks a little. "I'm sorry,"

"Never meant to hurt you, I mean it, I—"Before Itto could finish his sentence, you hunch forward in the seat you were sitting in, your hand coming up to cup his face between your palms. He winced, but as soon as he felt your thumb caressing his cheek, he curled into your touch.

"I still love you too," Your voice is soft, and Itto looks at you with a hopeful expression, "and I still think about you too."

Itto blinks a few times before realizing his position, still seated between your thighs — that's when an idea hits him, "Lay back."

"Why?"

"Because I wanna show you how much I missed you!" He beams, his fangs peeking out from his lips as his smile curved into a goofy expression — oh god, you missed this idiot. You do as you're told, reclining back in the black chair. Then, knowing what's coming next, you open your legs wide enough to accommodate Itto's larger frame.

Itto places sloppy kisses up your thigh, although he was careful not to nip you with his sharp fangs. Finally, he's faced with the thin fabric of your panties. He looks up at you and murmurs, "Can I?" You nod in response before he hooks a finger around the front and pushes them to the side — giving him a perfect view of your pussy.

"I missed her," He sighs, admiring your cunt as he spreads your folds with his thick fingers before retracting them. As soon as you're about to complain — you're silenced by the wet feeling of his tongue licking languid stripes against your core.

"F—uck," you whimpered, feeling Itto hum against you as he gets messier with his ministrations, his drool mixing with your slick — completely saturating your folds, before he dips his tongue into your sloppy hole, burying his face into your cunt with his nose bumping against your puffy clit.

"You taste as good as I remember, maybe even better!" Itto praises, and you moan through labored breaths as you feel his pointy tongue deep inside you, massaging your more sensitive spots.

Trying to steady yourself, you shakily grab at the two red horns that poked through Itto's white mane, using them as handlebars as you grind your hips into his face.

"Itto, itto, itto.." His name falls off your lips like a prayer, even though what you're both doing is anything but holy.

Itto slides his tongue out of you, replacing it with two thick fingers that stretched you better than his tongue.

"Atta girl, doing so good for me," Itto's lips hover over your neglected clit, and you can feel his warm breath ghost over it before he wraps his lips around and sucks harshly. You cry out in pleasure, your hold on his horns getting tighter, and he moans at the sudden pressure. "F—fuck, easy there, babe!"

The sounds of lewd squelching and your moans filled the air as he continued fucking his fingers in and out of you at an erratic pace, the slick and drool from earlier acting as a lube — making it easier to slip a third in.

Your walls constrict and squeeze around him, making it harder for him to move; however, he's able to angle his fingers slightly so that they're hitting your most sensitive spot — sending you over the edge as your vision goes blurry. His pace gets slower, allowing you to ride out your orgasm.

It's silent for a while until you speak up, although still in a daze. You can only formulate a single fuck as you watch Itto lick your slick off his lips and the remains from his fingers. He shoots you a wink as he stands up. You're able to admire his well-defined body, and the red tattoos that decorate it — and that's when your eyes land on the tattoo of your name that rests on his collarbone.

"You never covered it?"

Itto follows your gaze, looking down at the tattoo before smiling fondly, "No, why would I?"

[autismcreature7]

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translation: DSAF headcanon time! The reason Jack doesn’t age mentally isn’t because he died at 22, though that is part of it. The main reason is because he lacks a soul. Dee, who died at 6, is more mature than him and so is Blackjack, who is Jack’s soul. The soul is needed to be able to mature. But because he doesn’t have one, he’s mentally stuck at 22. This doesn’t apply to Dave, he’s just too fucked up to mature.

[Read my DNI before commenting, reblogging, or liking.]

[dollsonmain]

When I was looking at proper usage of enamel paint (namely do I have to sand old enamel before applying new, and the answer is no but you might want to anyway, and I don’t want to) I saw someone mention that enamel yellows over time and was like huh.

Sure enough, our trim is ivory. I never noticed because the whole house is beige and brown (i f ucking hat eit i hate it) but putting fresh white paint here and there makes it stand out how yellowed the older stuff is.

The vinyl sheet flooring is also yellowing.

Either way I have a layer of paint down on the bathroom trim and it looks a lot better already just because most of the drips and dribbles left by the previous owners are all tidy and nice, now. Most. I’m not exactly skilled at this, either.

Of course, when I put down the first layer of paint is when I realized I forgot to putty in the tack holes on the quarter round.

(┬┬﹏┬┬)

Might shower and run to the store to get more tape and maybe a new sproingy doorstop.

-

Body image problems

Wearing shorts to paint and got up on the step stool and caught my legs in the mirror and was like WHY NO STOP NO THANKS NO.

I have saggy grandma knees.

But I’ve never had “pretty” legs and have been self conscious of them since puberty.

[quixoticrobotic]

how did i not apply Bad Days On The Horizon to jaerisjoanna im a f,ucking fool

[saintanjiro]

A small grunt leaves his lips, applying a little more pressure when you start to stroke him. The warmth of the water isn’t nearly the same degree as the heat that’s running through his body.

“Just teasin,” he smirks, an edge to his voice when his hand slips further forward, heel of his palm replacing his fingers that slip deeper to prod at your entrance, “always eager.”

- Tomura

"I know... I know," I purr, trailing kisses down his neck only to go to his trapezius and nibble on it when his fingers enter me. I moan loud, squeezing his shaft when his fingers spread inside me, making me pump it faster.

"F-uck, feels s'good..." I let out a needy sigh as I slowly begin to buck my hips against the heel of his palm, trying to get more friction.

[fumikage]

welp kny got me pretty hooked up so i made a sideblog *wink wonks*

[paracetamcl]

money, money, money by abba: a communist anthem ?

[rnisa]

NSFW Death Note Headcanons 

content warnings: hard kinks and fetishes - there may be content you do not like to see. if that’s the case, don’t read it if you cannot separate fantasy from reality. i am entirely self-projecting LOL

characters included: Light, L, Misa, Near, Mikami

a/n: i headcanon every charatcer as bisexual = me projecting again, but i genuinely don’t really care about sexualities much. but you can h/c them as whatever you like when you read. very few headcanons may be gender-specific! if one doesn’t apply to you then just skip over. important: assume these are all kinks between healthy individuals that have discussed it prior. you can be  kinky & healthy. consent is sexy. if you can’t understand that, then i don’t know why you are still reading...

˖ ⁺ .︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦˖ ⁺ .

Light Yagami

★ I gave my content warnings, so I mind as well do the worst of them first: Light has a misogyny kink for sure. He doesn’t really hate women; it’s about the power dynamic. 

★ He very much craves control, and it gets him off. As such he likes most kinks where there is a power dynamic. 

★ He swears he isn’t into petplay, but Light would love to have you leashed up, tugging on your collar to pull you closer to him. Whether he just does it for the heck of it, or he’s using it to push himself deeper into your mouth, he loves it.

★ Not into being called “d addy” or anything, but he loves being called “Sir,”.

★ Light is very good at what he does, I would never want to hurt you so much, but he thinks you could do with some ‘gentle’ choking.

★ Loves to manhandle his partners: he’s pretty strong, so between throwing you on the bed and picking you up to f uck you against the wall, expect to be moved around like a doll, a bit.

★ Prefers the “reward” system. If you’re “good” and do as he says, he will in turn reward you with the things you want. 

★ If you’re “bad”, he will consistently edge you and refuse to let you cum.

★ If Light was extra satisfied, you will be rewarded in cuddles without you needing to ask him.

★ Good/Not Kira Light will have mostly similar kinks but actually be loving and gentle with you during the daytime.

★ With prior consent, he would ask if you wouldn’t mind waking each other up by doing something sexy. I.e., you touching him to wake him up in the morning, and him doing the same for you in return.

˖ ⁺ .︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦˖ ⁺ .

L Lawliet

★ L’s libido is honestly very low. 

★ His kinks are a bit more... unique? Just like he is, I suppose.

★ L would love to just watch you play with yourself - whether he’s in the same room as you or watching you through cameras, or a hole in the wall - sometimes he will touch himself, other times he will not.

★ He gets his spiciest usually when you’re the most tired, for some reason. 1-4am are peak h orny on main hours for him.

★ Loves to tease you in public, subtly. If you’re sitting next to or across from him and he knows he can get away with discreetly touching you underneath the table, he will. He won’t have an expression, but you will.

★ Really, really likes phone s ex. For him touch is great and all, but the most important thing is the buildup. L likes a lot of unique kinds of foreplay.

★ Foot f etish. No I don’t have one but that shit’s funny as fuck.

★ Most of L’s enjoyment, as I said before does come from foreplay. He enjoys touching you the most with his hands, he loves to tease you to see his reaction. 

˖ ⁺ .︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦˖ ⁺ . Misa Amane ★ PEGGING!!! Misa loves to peg, or get pegged. When she’s in a more dominant mood, she loves the idea of someone much bigger than her being the submissive one. 

★ Now Misa is a switch, hands down.

★ Bottom? Top? She will switch right in the middle sometimes.

★ She really enjoys a brat tamer - Misa will be a brat and put up a hissy fit, until she is “put in her place” and “tamed” to a more submissive state.

★ Enjoys having your sessions recorded to get back off to later on.

★ Not fond of hurting her partners - she won’t do it, unless you ask she will try. But her boundaries for that only go so far. I think she would only be fine with doing some light spanking/slapping to her partner. And stepping on them if asked.

★ Loves being slapped, herself. But not too hard...

★ She loves it when people ask her to step on them - she happily does, with her big Demonia boots. She’s not sorry.

★ Misa is big into giving, and receiving oral. She’s extremely good at it.

★ Loves vibrators - on you, or herself. 

˖ ⁺ .︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦˖ ⁺ .

Near 

★ Oh god why am I writing this. Why am I writing for Near.

★ Uhhh

★ Probably the only wholesome, non-degenerate one here.  I think it’s very easy to excite him and he tries his best to hide it.

★ Bottom.

★ He so desperately wants to be the top, wants to dominate you, and to be honest...he does talk a pretty good game! He’s very good at dirty talking - better over the phone, or through text. But when it comes down to it, he’s a bit lost as to what to do. So you have no choice but to take charge.

★ I do think he will be interested in sex, but very embarrassed. Sadly he kind of worries a bit too much about how well he’s doing/his body to really enjoy it.

★ Prefers the lights off; he needs a lot of positive words of encouragement. With this I think over time he could become more comfortable, with the right partner who nurtures and helps him.

★ Will ask you for nudes a lot. Will he send one back? Nope.

˖ ⁺ .︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷꒦˖ ⁺ .

Teru Mikami

★ He has the biggest humiliation kink.

★ Loves being degraded and insulted. I think he would cope with his horrific bullying as a kid, in this way. 

★ Teru enjoys being insulted... call him anything from  “pathetic,”  “loser,”  “incel,”  “creep,”  and it kind of gets him going. 

★ I can see him using those kinds of services where he pays people to ignore him. 

★ He is into findoms (financial domination); typically where (usually wealthy men) give (usually women) money for no reason, or absolutely nothing in return. Can be expensive gifts, a large amount of money - without any sex ever taking place. I don’t get it but my friend literally does this for a living???

★ Overall Mikami is just a hardcore simp. He would do nearly anything you ask, he only wants to make you happy. He doesn’t really have much, so he considers you his most prized possession.

★ I think even at default he’s more inclined to be a yandere. He is obsessive over you, possessive, and it’s very unhealthy. He will go through your phone/email, anything. Very insecure about seeing someone so much as like your Instagram photos.

★ A relationship with him is already fairly toxic, but after you have sex? This man is already talking about getting married, having/adopting kids, and planning the life you have together.

★ If it’s Mikami after he gets the Death Note, it just amps up the toxicity. Almost impossible to get away from him, and be careful about who you talk with. If someone is a little too friendly with you, and he feels even the slightest bit threatened...

[comatosebunny09]

Second Best

Genre: Romance, Drama, Modern AU

Warnings: Sexual Content

“Beautiful,” he sighs against your neck.

Open-mouthed, scorching, needy.

He wants this just as badly as you do, it seems.

Kyojuro mouths your carotid artery, eliciting a soft moan from you. He groans into your flesh, the sound pained and subdued. His moist lips pepper your throat with kisses; moving in tandem with strong, artful fingers that singe your outer thighs. You convulse, the blond having accidentally grazed the essence of your thighs with his belt buckle.

“Kyojuro, please,” you whimper, desperation laced in your tone. Your hips undulate off the table, yearning for more contact. Something.

Fuck, anything.

You clench your thighs, intent on increasing the friction there. However, sculpted hips keep them spread apart. A whimper tears through your chest. Kyojuro grins cattishly into your shoulder, his fingers creeping like gangly spider limbs up the nape of your neck.

Finding your locks, he tugs softly until your eyes meet, drinking you in with his smoldering embers. His large, sweltering hand moves from your hair to curl around your neck. He swipes his thumb across your jawline. Makes you feel like glass, and you’re sure you’re all types of flushed now.

“You gonna choke me, daddy?” you inquire drunkenly. A chuckle ripples through his throat, causing molten liquid to pool in your gut.

God, he is so fucking sexy.

His lips pan in whilst he applies the slightest pressure to your throat. Just enough to quicken your pulse and the throbbing of your sex. Kyojuro stops with just a hairsbreadth of space between your mouths, eyes half-slit like Cheshire cat. “Only if you want me to, sweetheart.” The words fan hotly against your quivering lips.

A feral growl escapes you; surprises you as you lurch forward to connect your mouths. You swallow his groan, small hands tearing through satiny hair. He cups your bottom, effortlessly lifting you off the table. Instinctively, your legs ensnare his waist, and oh…

Oh, fuck.

You both moan at the delicious friction caused by your clothed loins colliding.

Kyojuro breaks away from your lips every so often, chanting your name like a mantra in between kisses. You’re dizzy, intoxicated. Rake your manicured nails across his scalp, feeling his skin jolt with electricity. You love this, how he is practically puddy in your hands.

Kyojuro speaks again, tone anguished.

“Baby?” Kiss.

“Mmhmm?” Smack.

“You have to wake up.” Kiss.

“Huh?” you query, nipping his bottom lip, confusion etched into your features.

“Wake up.”

“’the fuck?”

The man betwixt your legs extracts himself from your wanton mouth. Cups your thick thighs wrapped securely around his waist. His brows knit together, accompanied by a forlorn smile. “It’s time to wake up, baby.”

“What? I don’t … what the f—”

“—UCK!” Your voice rips through the stillness of the room. Somewhere along the line, the world tilts and pivots and whooshes, and...

Suddenly, you are a tangled mess of limbs and linen on the floor.

“Ow,” you grouse, propping yourself up on an elbow whilst massaging your temple. “’the fuck, man.”

As your eyes adjust to the darkened room, you realize that you are panting heavily. You clutch your chest, heart jackhammering in your ribcage. Sweat burns a trail down the valley of your breasts. Your nightgown clings to your soaked figure like a second skin. Legs splayed awkwardly against the carpet; you don’t even have to reach between your thighs to know that your panties are drenched. A sigh wrenches itself from your mouth. “I am way too old to be having wet dreams.”

Amid gathering yourself from the scratchy floor of the hotel room, a soft knock at the door breaks you from your reverie. It is then followed by a familiar, boisterous voice calling your name. You whip your head in its direction, breath hitching.

Impeccable timing as always, Kyojuro.

“Are you alright?” the hotel room’s other occupant asks from the opposite side of your door. You taste hints of concern swimming in his tone.

Tch. Like he really gives a sh—

“Peachy,” you respond, pulling yourself back onto the bed. Hoping he won’t press any further as you cover your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep, good.”

“Alright then! If you need anything, please let me know! Try to get some rest in the meantime; we have an early day tomorrow!”

“Yep. Thanks.”

Your ears strain in the silence that follows, picking up every minute sound until you hear the gentle click of his adjoining room door closing. Releasing a breath, you readjust your comforter, burying yourself in its cool confines. Sleep alludes you for the next hour or so, the remnants of your dream fragmented in your hazy mind.

Tomorrow will be hell with the subject of your fantasies working alongside you. You just know it’s going to suck.

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