#and hes so damn proud it takes him off guard for a second

[s0fter-sin]

everyone makes fun of soap when they find out how many hair and skin products he keeps on hand. the cabinet in his bathroom is filled to bursting and he always keeps travel sized bottles on him on missions

when soldiers outside the 141 find out, they call him precious and self-obsessed, a vain pretty boy too preoccupied with his reflection to focus on the enemy. no wonder how he got his callsign. price has given up telling him to leave them on base and just teaches him to individually wrap them so they don’t rattle against each other and give himself away

what they don’t know is that each product contains an ingredient that when mixed with any number of the others, creates potent chemical bombs. he was caught unarmed once, he won’t let it happen again

[steviesummer]

inspired by and as a direct follow up to this post by @strangersteddierthings:

Eddie is horrified. He remembers the day Steve is referring to, though clearly not as well as Steve does. He calls out as Steve raced up the stairs and hears his door slam.

“Fuck.” He stares blankly at the wall in front of him. He can’t believe things went so bad so quickly. He’s been trying to get to know Steve better, get closer and damn if he didn’t just blow the hole thing. He’d shown up early, told Steve he needed to prepare as an excuse to spend some time with him. Despite everything that happened over spring break, Steve had remained guarded, standoffish no matter what Eddie tried. At least now he knew why. He’d fucked things up before he’d known there was something to fuck up.

He feels even worse about calling him a bully. Sure, Steve had looked the other way and even laughed at some of the mean jokes others had made, but he was far from the worst. That dubious award went to Billy Hargrove, but even without him, there was plenty of people who did far worse than Steve did. Especially because Steve is right. He did hit first, metaphorically at least. He can justify it all he wants as trying to protect himself, but that doesn’t make it right. Steve all but admitted that as he said the same thing. He feels nauseous at the realization that maybe he was just as bad as those he decried. That for all his talk about accepting outcasts and defying convention, he was just as prejudiced. Swallowing hard, he heads back to the dining room and looks at the clock. There is no way he is going to be able to run the campaign today. He’s not going to be able to focus or even play without thinking about how things might have been if he hadn’t driven Steve off all those years ago. He grabs the phone and dials Gareth’s number. “Emerson house, Sheryl speaking.” “Hi Mrs. Emerson, it’s Eddie.” Eddie is proud that he manages to keep his voice even. “Is Gareth there?” “Oh, yes! Let me go get him for you.” “Thanks Mrs. Emerson.” Eddie focuses on breathing while he waits. “Eddie? Hey man, what’s up?” Eddie breathes out. “Hey Gareth. Look, I know its last minute, but we’re gonna have to postpone Hellfire. Something came up.” He could hear Gareth’s frown through the phone. “Postpone? What happened, did Harrington do something?” As if he couldn’t feel worse. “Nah. I’ll explain later, but can you call Jeff and Frank, let them know? I gotta call the freshman, too.” “Alright, but I’m going to hold you to that.” “Fair enough. Talk to you tomorrow.” Eddie promises before hanging up. He weighs his options for how to tell the Party. Eventually, he decides on calling Mike, know that the younger teen won’t push too much. He’s dialing the Wheeler home before he can second guess his decision. “This is Mike.” Eddie feels a rush of gratitude that Mike is the one who answered, rather than Nancy or one of their parents. “Hey Mike, it’s Eddie. Listen, Steve’s not feeling great and having Hellfire here isn’t going to help. Can you call the rest of the Party, let them know we’re gonna move it to another day? I’ll keep an eye on Steve.” Eddie knows Mike is a confused, given how adamant he’s been in the past about not canceling or moving Hellfire, but as he expected, Mike accepts what he says at face value. “Sure. Need us to bring anything?” “Nah, I’ve got it. Pretty sure he just needs some peace and quiet so he can rest. But thanks.” They say their goodbyes and Eddie puts the phone back on the hook.  With that done, he checks that the door is locked and faces the stairs. Now for the hard part. He’s not sure what he’s going to say, if there is anything he can say that will fix this, but he has to try. Even if doesn’t change things between him and Steve, Steve deserves at least that much. Every step feels like it takes effort, chest heavy with guilt, but it only takes him a few moments to get to Steve’s door. It’s closed, which doesn’t surprise him. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before knocking. Nothing. “Steve?” If it wasn’t for the quiet sound of Steve’s breathing he could hear through the door, Eddie would think he had left. He glad that he at least didn’t drive Steve out of his own home. He rests his forehead on the door. “I’m sorry.” Eddie hopes Steve can hear how much he means it. “You’re right, I fucked up. I made an assumption and took out my anger at other people on you. And that wasn’t fair and it’s not okay. But I want you to know that I’m sorry. Even if it wasn’t you, I shouldn’t have done that.” He lets out a hysterical laugh as he realizes - “And despite that, you still humor the kids when they talk about D&D and agreed to let us play here and didn’t punch me in the face, which makes you a better man than I.” He falls silent, listens as Steve’s breathing slows. He isn’t sure how long he stands there. He wonders how many other people he hurt this way, without even realizing. Knows he wants to do better, be better. He sighs, feeling his shoulders slump. “Anyway, I canceled Hellfire for today. I told everyone something came up, don’t worry about that. I’ll make up some story, make sure they know its not your fault. And uh,  let me know if you want to hang out again or something. I know I’ve been around a lot; didn’t realize that I was making you so uncomfortable, which is probably another thing I should apologize for. Anyway. Yeah. I’ll see you around, okay?” He waits a moment for an answer, but when none comes, he backs away from the door and walks downstairs to gather his stuff. It hurts, but he knows Steve deserves space and to be the one to initiate contact. He has some thinking to do, anyway.

[narcissarina]

So! Something more normal.

Leon’s s/o gets new lipstick. She’s not sure about it and asks Leon to see if it smears.

Leon might be alittle confused but he’s happy to help.

So his s/o just starts kissing him. All over his face and collar. They pepper his checks with lipstick marks. Afterwards, he’s absolutely dotted with them.

The lipstick didn’t smear though. And it might just be Leon’s new favorite.

FINALLY, A NORMAL REQUEST!!😭😭 LET US FORGET THE THONG AND GETTING A WEDGIE INCIDENT AND PRETEND IT NEVER HAPPENED😭😭

Smooch Swatches💋

The moment you come rushing to Leon to nag him to come with you so you could buy another pair of lipsticks because you had finish the old one.

You want to get a few lipstick in different colors for different aesthetics that you plan to wear, Leon came with you in the mall as you go in to the usual shop where you always buy your cosmetics.

Leon offered to pay for your expenses, “are you sure?” You asked Leon while looking at your own reflection to the small mirror and apply the sample nude color lipstick on your lips.

Leon nodded as he watch you apply the lipstick to your lips, “I’m sure…” he said, you pop your lips and look at the color, “does it smear?” you asked Leon while your eyes is on the mirror, confuse as he is—he tilts his head, “don’t lipstick smear?” he asked.

“come here, baby.” You called, Leon leans down to your level as he was caught off guard when you started kissing his left cheek and the side of his left eye. “This color doesn’t quite suit me…”

Leon chuckles and smiled at you, showing off his white teeth, “I think every color suits you best, sweetheart.” he said lovingly, he was falling hard and he’s so god damn lucky that he was the one who snatched you up.

You took out your tissue and wipe the lipstick off of your lips and apply the maroon one and start peppering Leon’s face with it, he could only take it and melt at the feeling of your lips.

How many lipstick had you tried on and swatch on to his face?

Around three or five, Leon’s face and neck is full of different color of the lipstick you have tried on, and Leon love every second of it.

The sales lady was amused at the sight, “oh my…” you and Leon swear you could hear the two ladies giggle and mutter to themselves, you were too busy spoiling him kisses with different colored lipstick and finding blank space to his face and neck.

You froze as you realized, “Oh my…” you blink your pretty lashes towards Leon, “hm? Why did you stop?” he asked as you point to the mirror, he looks at himself and chuckle, “I’m so sorry, I’ll remove them once we get home.”

Leon looked at himself in the mirror and brush off one lipstick on his face, “huh, it doesn’t smudge proof once it dried.” He remark and looked at you. You could only chuckle and pull him towards the register.

People were looking at you and Leon’s way, eyeing Leon from his face to his neck—covered with the lipsticks you tried on. The cashier raised a brow and flashes the two of you a smile, “oh my, you have such a loving girl. Aren’t you lucky, sir?” the cashier spoke to Leon, he agreed and handed his card.

This might be Leon favorite thing whenever you two go out shopping, he wish that your lipstick ran out quickly so that the two of you could get a new one and be your lipstick swatch again.

He still has few things to take care back at the D.S.O, if his co-workers saw him, they’d tease him about it. But he’d be proud to show it off and that his girl is spoiling him with kisses.💋

This request is cute>:D i hope i delivered😭😭🙏 sorry it took a while, I went out to watch a movie lol.

[ddejavvu]

That last Indy blurb you reblogged, and oh boy.. oh boy… all I could think of is Indy making you ride the end of his whip. making you rub your wet little pussy all over the handle of it for him. 

salivating... foaming at the mouth... creaming my pants

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Indiana is nothing if not a massive tease. He knows you're desperate for him, knows he couldn't lose you out in the jungle if he tried, so when you rest your chin over his shoulder, he doesn't give in.

"Not now, sweetheart," He drawls, thumbing through the pages of his notebook like it's more important than your aching pussy, "I'm busy."

"Indy," You whimper, sounding all too bratty as you scoff at his work, "Come on, all we've seen today is dirt. Aren't I a little more important?"

His brows raise, and he fixes you with a look that's part amusement, part incredulity.

"More important? These are historic archaeological discoveries, princess, you don't think that takes precedence over a quick fuck?"

"If it's gonna be quick you won't mind putting the journal away for a bit," You decide, throwing a leg over his thigh. You're purposefully naked beneath your nightgown, the safety of your tent the perfect place to prepare for your night. Despite the lustful call of your hot cunt against his leg, he pushes further, trying to see just how far he can go before you'll beg for it.

"Hey- hey," He gripes, one hand on your hip to hold you from getting any further, "I said I was busy, you little minx. You can wait."

"I don't want to wait," You huff, "Just- fuck me, Indy!"

You've done it. You've said the magic words, you've laid all of your cards on the table, you've guessed the password correctly.

"Well," He pretends to consider, "I could use my fingers. But I really need to work on this."

You know damn well he'll abandon his scholarly facade the second your legs spread. You're playing each other like tense snakes, not sure who'll sink their fangs into the other first.

"I need more than your fingers," You brace your hands on his upper thigh, squeezing more than you need to, "I want your cock, Indy."

"No can do, sweetheart," He grins lazily, all too proud of himself for his restraint. Truthfully, he's already hardening in his pants, the fabric stretching tight over a bulge you're both pretending like you can't see. It's better that way, if you pretend he's not chubbing up and you're not already hot against his thigh. It's better to pretend you don't care, to build the frustration inside until you snap and it floods you both.

"I'm busy. If you want something thicker than my fingers, you'll have to use my whip."

It's a throwaway suggestion, an absurd way of telling you you're in for a long night of teasing. That you're going to have to work for what you want. But you're more than intrigued by it, eyeing the thick leather handle that's mounted on his belt.

"Okay." You catch him off guard with your sense of adventure, and something flickers in his eyes. He muscles it down from his face, though, keeping his smirk tight over his cheeks.

"Okay? That's it? You're gonna fuck it?"

"I'm not waiting around all day," You scoff, taking the leather handle from his belt and sticking it in his non-dominant hand as you settle between his thighs. You've got your back against his chest, and you drag his hand between your legs.

"I'll hold the journal," You brace your hand against its pages, keeping is steady, "You can still write, Indy."

He's a little slow to process the situation, so you groan, "Well come on, fuck me! I thought you were busy, now you're just wasting- time!"

Without warning, Indiana drives the thick, leather girth of his whip into your cunt. It's abrupt, and if you hadn't been steadily producing slick at the condescending tone of his voice the entire time, it would hurt. But it's nothing more than an initial sting, and he laughs in that same cocky tone.

"You brat," He spits, like it's a curse word, "You pitch a big fit about getting fucked like I'm not taking care of you. You're greedy, y'know that? Can't handle a day without a dick in you, y'gotta fuck yourself all over whatever you can get. Is this what you wanted?" He drags the whip in and out of your cunt, marveling at the slick smeared over it, "You wanted to fuck my whip? You're a nasty little thing."

"Oh, shut up," You huff, face turned against his tanned neck. You nip at a spot beneath the hinge of his jaw and you feel his chest swell as he draws a heaving breath in, "You can talk as much shit as you want, Indy, I- ah!" You writhe back against him as he steadily fucks the handle of his whip into your soaked cunt, "I feel you getting hard. I know you like it."

"You're pathetic," He manages to spit through clenched teeth as you suck bruises into his neck. He's right, you're desperate for whatever you can get inside of you and he loves it, he loves watching your cunt suck his whip in like it's his cock.

"And you're not working anymore," You point out that his pen has been long-since discarded, his fist now clenched atop the pages of his journal, "So why don't you cut the bullshit and just fuck me, Indiana."

"Well," He pants, a wry grin taking his features by storm as he wrestles to both lay you down and maneuver himself on top of you. Once he's hovering above you, hairline already gathering glistening sweat as he tries controlling his lust-fueled movements, he smirks down at you, cherishing the feeling of your hands prying at his belt to release his achingly-hard cock, "Since you asked so nicely, sweetheart."

[eiightysixbaby]

Ooh how do you think the boys would react to shy!reader finally breaking the shy girl persona and initiate sex? Like they haven’t done anything sexual before because they know she’s a shy blushing mess but one day, she catches them by surprise and either is on their bed in lingerie waiting for them or straddles them during a make out session taking her top off 🤤 I bet their pretty little heads would explode!

ooooh so scandalous.

Eddie would be so excited. So, so fucking thrilled that you’re coming out of your shell and coming onto him. I think we all agree that Eddie is so outwardly flirty and does not typically hold back on letting you know he wants you, but he tries so hard being so patient for you and not pushing the subject because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. So when you’re finally the one that’s all over him he’s ridiculously happy. If he came home and found you in his bed with nothing but lingerie on, he’d lose his damn mind. He’s frozen in place, jaw on the floor just staring at you. He gets instantly hard, practically falling at your feet the second you beckon for him to come love on you. He makes sure that you’re feeling so incredibly good by the time the night’s over, he’s making it his personal goal to make you cum as many times as possible. And the whole time he’s just so insanely proud and ecstatic that you’ve opened up to him in this way.

Steve is taken aback when you pull your top off in front of him, just staring at you and taking in how beautiful you are. He’s not as feral about it as Eddie, he’s really almost nervous you’re only coming onto him to like, prove something. He wants to make sure you’re doing it because you truly want to, and once he has that reassurance he’s all in. He feels like he’s going to melt when he gets you completely naked for him, and he just takes all the time in the world admiring your body. He doesn’t want to do too much with you the first time, as crazy for you as he is, he wants to savor everything and go slow. He’s so soft with you you wonder why you were shy about this at all.

Jonathan is also a shy blushing mess, but he’s usually able to at least put on the confident guard dog persona for you when your shyness takes precedence. But when you make the first move, when you’re grinding down on him while you make out and when you’re grabbing his hand and making him touch your tits, he’s in full flustered mode. He’s suddenly fumbling as if he’s never done any of this before, so shocked at your sudden boldness. It takes him a minute to regain composure, but he treats you so well when he does. All he wants is to please you at first, doesn’t care if he gets nothing in return, it’s all about you.

[billskeis]

Okay, bit of a long one, but hear me out. Bill with an m!reader who’s like the second womanizer of the band, and only has a specific taste, dark hair, dark makeup, essentially bill but female. So one day bill realizes when Tom points it out, so he goes to confront reader who just completely panics, but bill is like “no, it’s okay, I feel the same” then just like fluffy/gentle smut and fluff aftercare at the end.💕💕

ᡣ𐭩 finding out bill likes you too

you sat down in the booth with the rest of the band. holding a girl you had just found not to long ago with an arm around your shoulder. tonight was one of tokio hotel’s day off so you all decided to go out to the bar and let loose.

drinks and glasses polluting the table, tom and georg had just taken a lover’s shot together, smashing the shot glasses down onto the table as they holler. bill can only scoff as gustav cheers and records the two hooligans and their shenanigans.

“ohoh, who’s this one y/n?”

“lexie, said she digged our band,”

“hi!”

“why hello lexie, you look a bit, familiar..” tom points out.

“h-huh?”

you clear your throat to avert all eyes onto you instead of lexie in hopes they don’t truly find out why you had ended up bringing her to the table. you take the shot glass out of tom’s hand that he was about to take and he yells at you.

“hey! that was mine :(”

“i’ll buy you another one later, c’mon lex,”

the two of you leave the booth. the four boys left in confusion as why you even brought her to the table in the first place if she was just going to leave. bringing her onto the dance floor, she begins to grind her hips onto yours. a rhythm unsatisfying, you can only stand behind her.

on a bright sunny morning after your night out, bill comes into the shared kitchen of the kaulitz apartment to find tom sipping on a cup of coffee, offering one to bill to which he accepts with a thanks.

“whaddya think of the girl y/n brought home?” tom asks.

bill scrunches his face, why would tom ask such an absurd question about another band member’s groupie especially y/n’s? nonetheless, he entertains his older brother as he quite literally had nothing else to do.

“well she was cute! loved her eye makeup.”

tom blinks twice before speaking, “are you fucking serious bill??”

“what??”

“her eyeshadow was the exact same as yours,”

“i don’t own eyeshadow, tom,”

“oh for christ’s sake—it wasn’t even just the makeup. her hair, outfit, demeanour, jesus even just looking at her it was like an exact carbon copy of you!!”

“if you didn’t notice by now, y/n has a habit bringing in girls who looked exactly like lexie,”

“i think you’re WAY in your head about it.”

and in fact, he was not. a couple minutes later bill and tom’s kitchen conversation had bill curious and wanted to test tom’s theory. googling shit like ‘y/n & groupies’ or ‘y/n with suspected girlfriend!?’ damn, was the media actually fucking insane.

it all came crashing down. looking at photo after photo all bill sees is women who dress either exactly or similarly to bill, with his band member. a proud smile plastered on his face until he realizes how stupid of an idiot he looks when he finds out that y/n likes him.

“y/n likes me?? :D”

with the grabbing off his keys, bill beelines it for the front door to head over to a certain someone’s place in hopes to catch him at the right time and confront him for these unsure feelings.

knocking is heard on your door, interrupting your daily television time. groaning, you get up from the couch and slowly head towards the door, a hand on your to scratch away the grogginess from last night. opening the door, you were met with an unexpected visitor.

“hi y/n!”

“b-bill?? mornin’ how are ya?”

“great! you okay? mind if i come in?” as he already begins to inch his body into your apartment.

“yeah sure, sorry i look like shit..”

“do you like me??”

the question caught you off guard. completely, off guard. how did he find out?? was it obvious?? damn it tom, he didn’t have to point out lexie last night.. your chest begins to tighten up as you begin to lose all air. not blinking, you attempt to make a run for it in your own home before a hand grabs your wrist.

“w-wait! y/n.. i like you too, please don’t leave.”

“what??

“i..i said i like you too, you like me right??”

you swallow a hard lump on your throat, “you sure?”

“am i sure what?” bill giggles.

“are you sure you like me?”

“yes, i like you y/n. and i can tell you like me too.”

“… was it the groupies?”

“it was definitely the groupies.”

“damn, didn’t think it was that obvious.”

“it wasn’t. tom had to tell me.” that little snitch! you’ll hafta deal with him later but as of now, the boy you had a crush on since the beginning of the band likes you back, and it’s about time that you finally did something. intertwining his hands into yours, you place a gentle kiss on his lips.

shocked, bill just lets it happen, but he reciprocated by kissing you back as you both stand there in the middle of your apartment living room. tongues tying together, the kiss deepens. gliding the muscle over bill’s tongue piercing, leaves him whining and wanting for more. you disconnect your lips with a heavy breath.

“are you okay with this?” you ask.

“mmhm..” bill nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, placing kisses onto the skin one by one.

“‘kay,” you take his hand and lead him into your bedroom, closing the door behind you as you push him onto the bed undressing him. fuck. you run your hands down across the flat of his chest, starting from right above his chin running to his pelvic bone. bill shuddering, he winces at the touch, sensitive huh?

“s-schatzi..”

“hmm?”

“i want you..”

with a hum, you begin to undress yourself down till’ there’s nothing left and you’re left completely naked alongside bill. you place a hand on his shoulder for him to lay completely flat on the bed, intertwining one of his hands with yours, giving it a kiss of reassurance. letting go, you hold up his thighs.

“legs up baby,”

“o-okay..”

giving you better access, bill hoisters his legs up to give you easier access. bringing your hand to his face, you swipe a thumb over the plush of his bottom lip. in total obedience, bill opens his mouth to give you better leverage of inserting your fingers into his mouth, coating it with the slick saliva. swear to god that left your dick twitching and aching. the sight itself was so erotic..

“h-hahh.. pweaf hurreh..”

“fuck. bill. you’re killing me here..”

“gonna put one in, you gonna be okay?”

“yes..! just—please..”

you bring your digits down to bill and run them over the rim of his ass, attempting to insert one of the digits in which bill reacts by clenching. unable to move, you hover over bill’s body to place a kiss onto his lips, tongue gliding over every inch and crevice of him. naturally, bill relaxes the muscle around your digits giving you better access.

his dick leaked with precum, bringing one of his hands to jerk himself off as the two of you made out in addition to you fingering him. curling your fingers, bill moans into the kiss, body jolting with the sudden pleasure of you hitting his g spot.

“mmnah!”

“feel okay??”

“feels s’good, mm’ gunna cum soon.. wan’ you to feel good too though..”

“oh my god.. you’re so lucky i’m holding back on our first time.”

bill giggles as you position yourself in front of him. spitting onto his ass, you slather it around his hole and onto the tip and length of your dick already leaking with pre-cum.

“i love you bill, soso much..”

“i love you too y/n..”

again, you hold his hand using the latter to push yourself into bill. biting his lip, bill can’t help but let a few moans slip out as he looks up at you not making eye contact. pouting at how completely full your length has him. bottoming out, you’re balls deep in bill, giving him a couple minutes to adjust to the feeling.

“d-does it hurt..?”

“n-no..”

bill wiggles himself to bring his body closer to yours than it already is. you let out a groan and thrust your hips forward a bit earning a yelp from bill as you can physically feel his body twitching.

“ah!”

“you’re okay, yeah? i got you bill.. will ya let me move now?”

“y-yes.. please move..! wanna cum together..”

“whatever you say baby,”

you begin to move, slowly thrusting in and out inside bill as the bed creaks. the room is filled with a mixture of yours and bills moans. he holds your hand tighter as he tries to hold himself up to kiss you, struggling.

seeing at how cute he is, you lean in to help him kiss you, giving him deep strokes as the two of you deepen the kiss, tongues dancing with one another. he breaks the kiss with a whimper, tightening around you.

“unnh.. ‘mm cumming..”

“yeah?” you ask and with a feverish nod, you feel bill clench around your dick as you slam your hips into his, pelvic bone hitting the curve of his ass. you continue thrusting as bill grinds his hips onto yours. like bunnies in heat, you chase each other’s orgasms, heavy pants echoing off the walls.

“f-fuck! bill.. i’m close too—shit..!”

“eek!”

you still your hips as the two of you orgasm at the same time. bill twitching in pleasure as he balls the bedsheets within his palms, holding onto them as he rides out his orgasm. fucking your cum into bill, you release ropes of cum into his walls, filling him up.

pulling out, you watch as how your cum drips and globs out of bill. feeling shy, bill tries using one of his hands to cover the lewd sight behold in front of you as his body decorates itself with a hint of pink, all sweaty and sticky.

“s-stop looking..”

“gettin’ all shy on me now??”

“oh stop.. you were amazing by the way..”

“yeah? ‘m flattered..”

you place a kiss on bill’s cheek as you run your hand through his hair, getting all the strays away from him face as you tuck it behind his ears. wrapping his arms around you, bill sits in the empty of your lap as he cuddles into you.

“mm, tired..”

“let’s get you washed up,”

“nooo.. i can’t move.. :(“

“bill.”

“fine.. carry me??”

aftercare!w bill who you run a warm bath for, bubbles and everything. ensuring to message his sore body and wash his hair.

aftercare!w bill who insists on you to join his bath and when you reject him he gets mildly upset. so you end up joining him.

aftercare!w bill who tells you that you were the best he’s ever had. you feeling the same way, minute after minute will constantly recite affirmations in how sexy you looked fucking him and how good you were.

aftercare!w bill who you have to fight with in ordering takeout as you also argue on what movies to watch for rest of your now day off together.

aftercare!w bill who leaves the room momentarily to call tom and tell him what happened, giggling like a little girl as he tells tom too much information to which he had to hang up on him for.

aftercare!w bill who will big-spoon you after treating him so good. for making him feel good. all he needs now is to hold you close to him as the two of you fall asleep together.

[dirtytransmasc]

No thoughts, just Quaritch fathering spider HC's.

Instinctually putting a hand on his shoulder or keeping him pressed against him in any potentially dangerous situation. Spider used to protest it, claiming he was fine, but in time he grew used to it, liked it, liked being protected as if he was something to be cared for; but before that, he would throw Quaritch's touch off like it burned and he would flee from his presence if he tried to guard him and Quaritch would just try harder, he had to, he couldn't not protect him.

working more and more Na'vi into their conversation, mostly terms of endearment, and familial possession (my son, my spider, my idiot). they have fluent conversations and use it to shit talk the RDA staff cause they're the only ones fluent/close to fluent. (spider is so proud, and Quaritch loves to see how happy it makes the boy to use his true native tongue)

anxious dad hovering, all the time, it never stops. Spiders climbing up on something, Quaritch is most likely off to the side, sweating bullets. Spiders squaring up to an avatar or to one of Pandora's many creatures, Quaritch is 3 steps behind him, ready to scoop him up. in the meeting room he keeps close to spider, making sure no one says anything to him, messes with him, makes sure he doesn't break anything or cause trouble. at first spider thinks its annoying, then really entertaining.

after a singular rough ride on an ikran, Quaritch insists on holding onto spider at all times, especially while in the air. spider uses it as a time to sunbathe (much like a cat in their grumpy owners arms) and take a little nap (he feels safe and content)

as they get more comfortable with each other, spider claims to be 'tired' during more boring parts of a walk or hike so that way Quaritch will carry him. he likes to be up on his shoulders, likes to see the world as the na'vi do. He normally ends up sleeping (kid can drop into a nap in like 5 seconds and wake back up in half that. he has very feline habits) or nearly break his dads neck with how fucking wild he gets. (Quaritch will never admit it, but holding spider makes him feel whole in a way that nothing else will ever manage to do)

Quaritch kinda just formed a habit of carrying Spider like a toddler or sack of potatoes, especially when they had to basically drug him to keep him from ripping himself, the lab, and everyone in it to shreds. that habit never died, sometimes he just carries him around (when he's throwing a teenage temper tantrum) and no one dares to say a thing; they see them in the halls, sitting together in the rec room or at meetings, out on the land, it just become a part of everyday life. (spider will totally do that thing where he just drops all muscle tone in his upper body and just flops back, much to Quaritch's horror every. damn. time)

He likes when Quaritch (who's always saying its a rats nest, cause it, in fact, is since the kid barely showers and never really does anything with it) does his hair.

if Spider's doing something he shouldn't, he'll just pick the kid up by the armpits and walk away with his arms fully extended, dangling Spider like 4 feet off the ground (he has a scrunch instinct, he curls his legs up like the feral little bastard he is, so in all likely hood its more like 2 or 3)

Quaritch, whose only really used to his na'vi body, is convinced that spider is fragile, like a paper cut will kill him since he's "just a little human", so any injury gets spider fawned after.

Quaritch is the only one allowed to question spider, especially out in the field. He doesn't let his men say a thing to the boy.

Mother hen to the max, have I made that clear enough

if and when the Sully's and Quaritch make-up, the custody battle is fucking gnarly. quaritch is possessive of his kid, especially when he learns how he was treated before.

he loves his kid so fucking much

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 6 thoughts:

Holy shit what an arc.

ABB is brought down, Lung is in the Birdcage. I'm sure the Birdcage will keep it's escape proof status forever and he will never be a problem again.

Some great Chatterbug moments. I'm still team Wolfspider if I had to pick one, but I don't see a reason I have to pick one.

LazyTown call out. The second "pink wig" and "pirate" were said I was pulling up the YouTube video.

Nothing like spending time putting IKEA furniture together with a cute boy. IKEA, the true furniture of romance.

Brian's sister is fun. I expect we'll get to see a lot more of her. Hope she gets a cool power.

The fucking attack on the gala OH MY GOD! Just coming in through the fucking roof, taking out most of the opposition in seconds. Christ they went all in.

I hope Emma got stung a lot. I'm pretty sure Sophia is Shadow Stalker (though not positive) so I hope she got stung too.

Taylor fucking figuring out how to get them all out of there? How to beat Polearm Man? Fucking jumping under the halberd to prevent the bug zapper from happening? Goading him? Ok so tossing the halberd off the roof didn't end up being as useful as she hoped, but still! THAT'S MY FUCKING GIRL!

I did enjoy watching Metalstick McGee get the absolute shit kicked out of him in the parking garage. (Can you tell I never liked the guy?)

Dauntless could empower literally anything. Fucking ANYTHING. And he just went for a standard spartan getup. So boring OMG. Get a whip or a super-soaker or fucking anything interesting god damn.

Did not expect Coil to be the secret boss, caught me off guard. His powerset is pretty interesting. I hope he isn't too horrible of a person.

Holy fuck the scene with Taylor's dad. Fucking locking her in the room to force a confrontation. God damn. He clearly does care about her but man does he not do the right thing to show it. My man fucked the hell up. Lisa to the rescue though, all the more reason for her to be one of my favorites.

Taylor finally lets herself just be a supervillain! YAAAAAYYYY! Go get em champ, make mommy proud!

Interlude thoughts - Well it sure fucking sucks to be Paige don't it.

[seasidefallenangel]

playfighting!

notes: kanata yatonokami, iori suiseki, nayuta yatonokami, zen gaho, satsuki ito, yuto inukai x reader, play/fake fighting, fluff.

kanata:

who wins? depends.

✣ probably one of your worse ideas, if we’re being real. he has to be in a specific mood in order to go along with your whims. half the time he ends up shoving you off of him whilst looking like an irritated cat. when he does fight back, he’s careful not to actually hurt you even though you can’t tell with his gritted teeth and narrow brows. there’s a good chance you can take him out and he’ll just huff and ask if you’re done being stupid ; but be warned that while he’s not very muscular, he does sometimes get a rush of adrenaline in a fight that gives him a quick edge over his opponent and the same applies here - before you know it, you’re underneath while he looks down at you, unimpressed. “annoying,” he’ll mutter, and before you can protest he’ll give you a chaste kiss on the lips before leaving and acting like the situation never happened at all. 

iori:

who wins? you.

✣ realistically, iori could knock you out in one quick strike - however, he loves you a lot and loves being the source of your happiness just as much which means he will always let you win. always. you could give the most half hearted attack towards him and he’ll be falling dramatically, going on about how his beloved has betrayed him and left him to die. his shit eating grin as he does so takes any chance of believing him and squashes it. the only retaliation he offers is gently tugging you down with him as he lays on the floor and letting your body rest atop his. he’ll give you that stupid lovesick look he always has when you’re in the room and lean up to kiss your forehead, mumbling a sweet nothing about how proud he is of you for being so brave and strong.

nayuta:

who wins? nobody.

✣ nayuta specializes in stealthily dealing with people rather than physically, as shown by when he pickpockets those thugs for shiki. and even then, he doesn’t really feel like exerting the energy needed to pin you down most of the time. so what's his solution? act like a big baby. the second you launch at him or anything of the sort, he’ll whip out the pout and puppy-dog eye combo with the full knowledge it tugs at your heartstrings. he’s so unbearably cute that you just give up and smother him in hugs and kisses instead, something he’d much rather participate in.

satsuki:

who wins? you.

satsuki is actively terrified a simple hug from him will hurt you, you think he’d ever fight back? he’ll be surprised for a moment when you jump onto his back and almost go to retaliate before realizing it’s you and instead stiffening from such blatant contact. there’s a moment where he’s scared you’re mad at him and that’s why you attacked him, but once you explain you’re just playing around he’ll stand there and take whatever you give him. he’s a relatively built guy so the chance you do any actual harm is minimal, and he'll just be elated you're acting so adorably around him. the raging blush on his face has a higher chance of KOing him than you do.

zen: who wins? him, but he tried to let you win.

this man is built like a brick wall. there is 0% chance you’d be able to knock him down or do him much damage at all if you’re just playing with him. he’ll look at you with a little bit of confusion while you struggle to try and get him to budge. it turns into a smile when you drum your fists against his chest while complaining about how he’s too damn muscular. “alright then,” he’ll laugh and relax his body to give you a better chance, “do your worst, love.” it ends with him apologizing profusely for the way you landed on your ass when trying to push him over. 

yuto:

who wins? hancho.

yuto on his own is a bit of an easy target. sure, he’s a prison guard but you’re not a prisoner and he wouldn’t want to harm you. besides, he kinda leaves “cop mode” behind once he’s home with you so it would be a huge shock to him when you sneak up and tackle him down on the couch. he’ll stammer and blush while you straddle his hips with his wrists pinned above his head, and your victory looks to be assured when a familiar red glint appears in his eyes. “where’s all that bark from before?” hancho will growl in your ear with a smirk on his face as you wriggle helplessly beneath him. 

[annoyinglandmagazine]

Maedhros is ridiculously overprotective

During their childhood if any of the siblings were getting bothered by someone and they yelled for Nelyo he would drop everything and come running immediately. One time at a family gathering Curvo had started a fight with Argon and was losing. Badly. He hadn’t even gotten to the start of the second syllable and Maedhros was pulling them off each other with a first aid kit. He had been at the other side of the house in the middle of a conversation. Curvo hadn’t even yelled that loudly.

One time he found out Kano was being picked on. He was the equivalent of 15 and Maglor was like 12. He found Maglor crying after some 16 year olds had ripped up some of his music sheets. That was the first time Maedhros ever held a sword to someone’s throat. He had to be pulled off by three guards and no one could believe it because he was meant to be the well behaved sibling. When Feanor found out he was ridiculously proud and told Nelyo as much. Nerdanel glared at him disapprovingly but secretly agreed.

I firmly believe that even the whole way through the first age any of the brothers just needs to send one vague letter saying they might be in a bit trouble. Maedhros will be diverting the majority of his army to track them down wherever they are and make sure they’re ok. If Aredhel was Maedhros’ sibling Eol would have been found in a week and would be begging to be killed by the end of the week.

Anytime any of the Sinda diplomats get too aggressive towards Tyelko and Curvo about certain things Nelyo will make it clear that, yes, what they did was wrong and he’s aware they’re adults who made their own choices. But. They are also his little baby brothers so would you be so kind as to take a step back before he does something he most certainly would not regret. Everyone thinks Maedhros is scary enough to negotiate with on political matters. But that’s nothing compared to dealing with Protective Older Brother Maedhros.

Maedhros was very angry about the Angrod incident. He yelled at Caranthir for about half an hour. Moryo had apologised as soon as he’d seen Nelyo’s face but Maedhros still felt as if he couldn’t let his brother off so easily over something like this. He looked down at Caranthir’s face while he was in the middle of it and then he just stopped. Because that’s Moryo. This isn’t some general who went against his orders, that’s his baby brother and he looks like he’s about to cry. And he just hugs him. He knows it’s not even remotely the right thing to do, he can’t just not punish his brothers after they jeopardise relations with their allies. But damn it, he just can’t cope with any of his siblings look at him like that.

Maedhros loves his siblings a lot ok? Is this sort of about Maedhros losing the older sibling poll? Maybe.

[munson-blurbs]

Hiiiiiiiiiiii this is hellfirehottie420 here to drool about argyle. Maybe you could write something where he’s a protective soft dom and you’re both just big Simps for each other and you’re passenger princess while he sells to a few people and then y’all hang out the the elder Hawkins crew? 🥺🥺🥺

But literally I’ll ready anything you write so do whatever you want with it angel

Welcome to the Argyle Simps Club, @hellfirehottie420 💚 we've been waiting for you.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), oral (m!receiving), dom/sub dynamics, unprotected p in v (wrap it up, babes), mentions of drug use/dealing, slight dacryphilia if you squint, use of "good girl"

WC: 1.6k

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“Hey, baby,” Argyle says, kissing you sweetly as you slide into the passenger seat of his van. “How was work?” 

You sigh, leaning back on the headrest, and look over at him. “I mean, y’know how it is,” you tell him as you stifle a yawn, “the flowers are great; the customers are brutal.” You sit up a bit straighter, resting your hand on his. “Some woman came in, super pissed off, because the bouquet she bought last week wilted, and demanded a refund. I literally had to explain to a grown-ass woman that flowers die.”

Your boyfriend laughs, pressing his lips to your cheek, and you feel yourself smiling despite your stressful day. “Pretty sure the same lady came into Surfer Boy today, too. She ate three slices of pizza and then complained that they had the wrong toppings.”

“Sounds like her,” you wryly agree. “Anyway, I just wanna get home and cuddle up, watch a movie, maybe smoke a little bit.” You bat your eyelashes and twirl a lock of his long raven hair, a move you know he can’t resist. 

“You read my mind, amor,” Argyle says. “I just have to do a quick deal, and then you have me all to yourself.”

You jut out your lower lip in a pout. “But I want all of you now,” you whine, not even attempting to hide the double entendre. 

Argyle leans in, voice low and raspy in your ear. “You’re being a brat.” The words send shivers down your spine, and you reflexively squeeze your thighs together. “I’m gonna remember that later.”

A whimper escapes you, and you watch as the corners of his mouth twitch into a proud smirk. He knows the effect he has on you, and he’s not afraid to lean into it. His left hand grips the steering wheel, and his right hand lands on your upper thigh, fingertips gently digging into their plush. He leans back in his seat, more than happy to feel you squirm at the barest touch. 

He pulls into the public pool’s parking lot, reaches across the console like you’re not even there, and grabs a baggie from the glove compartment. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbles. “Be a good girl and stay right here, mmkay?”

“Yeah, okay,” you manage, and he slams the van door shut and jogs off. 

You fiddle with the radio, flipping back and forth between the Top 40 station and Argyle’s usual ska. When both are only playing commercials, you snap the music off and let your mind wander. 

What’s my punishment gonna be this time? Maybe I can weasel my way out of it if I give him a sexy surprise. 

Where is he, anyway?

His deals usually take 30 seconds, especially with established clients. He’d been dealing to this lifeguard for the whole summer, so it shouldn’t take this long. 

Just as you’re about to get out and start looking for him—punishment be damned—he walks back through the gate, looking irritated. 

“Baby?” you say when he gets back to the van. “What happened?”

Argyle flings his door open before climbing in and angrily yanking it shut. “Fuckin’ idiot, trying to tell me that I charged him less last week,” he grumbles, starting the engine and accelerating back onto the main road. “I was like, ‘nah, bro, this is the same price as it’s been the whole summer,’ but he kept fuckin’ insisting that I was ripping him off.”

Your boyfriend rarely gets pissed off, so seeing him so distressed catches you off-guard. “Are you okay? Did he—he didn’t hurt you, right?”

Argyle scoffs, shaking his head. “He’s too much of a punk for that.” He pulls up to a red light, sitting up a bit straighter, and continues. “He was like, ‘didn’t get enough tips today, Pizza Boy? Gotta upsell this trash pot?’” 

“What’d you do?”

He shrugs. “Sold it to him for what he wanted, then told him to find a new dealer. But now I gotta dip into my own funds to cover the difference,” he groans, slamming a fist against the wheel. 

You pause, considering your options to get him back to his typical happy-go-lucky self. You could continue talking to him about it, or…

At the next red light, you toy with the elastic waistband of his neon pants, sliding your hand down his boxers. He hisses at the sudden contact. 

“P-Princesa, what’re you—” But you interrupt his question by wrapping your hand around his cock; it’s already half-hard. Slowly stroking him, you glide your thumb over the bead of pre-cum at his tip, using it to help your languid motions. 

“I can feel you growing in my hand,” you murmur. “Wonder what it would feel like in my mouth.” With that, you free his length from its confinement, leaning down and taking him between your parted lips. Your tongue swirls around the head, making him buck his hips slightly. 

“Thassit, baby,” Argyle grunts, lazily grabbing at the back of your head. “You know exactly how to make me feel better. Always such a good girl f’me.” 

You nod as best as you can with his cock still in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and opening your throat to take him deeper. 

“Don’t stop till we get back home,” he orders, struggling to stay focused on the road. “Even if I cum, just swallow an’ keep going.”

You don’t answer him directly; instead, you use your hand to tend to the parts you can’t reach with your mouth. He sighs in contentment. 

“Sh-shit, ‘s like all my problems disappear when you suck me off,” he muses, stretching his legs as much as he can. “Hit the fuckin’ jackpot with you, baby.” In response, you remove your hand from his shaft and take as much of him in your mouth as you can. The van veers slightly into the next lane, and Argyle lets out a guttural, wanton moan as he pulls over to the shoulder. You’re caught off-guard when he nudges you upwards, and his cock slips from your lips with a wet pop.

“Wasn’t done,” you whine, leaning back down to continue, but he shakes his head. Beads of sweat make his hair stick to his forehead.

“Ride me, Princesa,” Argyle groans, helping you onto his lap. You tug his pants down slightly, revealing more of his thick, muscular thighs. He bunches your skirt up around your waist, clumsily pushing your panties to the side as he runs his hard cock through your wet folds. Knowing that he hasn’t fully prepped you yet, he slowly eases you down onto his length. “Take your time, baby,” he coos, putting his big hands on your hips as you get comfortable. “You’ll get there; you can take all of me. ‘S no rush, yeah?”

“Mhm,” you manage, wincing slightly as he stretches you. You’ve been together for ages, but you’re still pleasantly surprised at the way he feels inside you. “‘M good now. J-Just…help me move?”

His hands grip your hips tighter, helping you rock back and forth. You drape your arms over his broad shoulders, throwing your head back as he hits your sweet spot over and over. “You’re doing such a good job,” he praises, stretching up to kiss you deeply. “My pretty girl, riding me so nice. Making me feel so–fucking–good.” He snaps his hips upwards, quickening the pace and thrusting you full-throttle towards your own orgasm. 

“Gonna cum,” you choke out, tears pooling in your eyes at the sensation of him filling you completely. 

Argyle smirks, cocking his head slightly. “Gotta ask first, pretty girl. You know you’re not supposed to cum without permission.”

Frustrated, you cry out, “Please, please let me cum. ‘M s’close, please.” You sound so pathetic, so needy. It’s exactly what he wants.

“Cum for me,” he relinquishes, pressing a thumb to your clit and making quick but deliberate circles. “Cum all over my cock.” The overstimulation has you doing exactly what he says, and the coil in your belly snaps as you ride out your high. He’s spilling into you seconds later, sputtering and swearing.

The two of you stay connected for a few moments, catching your breath and kissing each other. “I gotta move you now, Princesa,” Argyle finally says, and you mewl as he helps you off of his softening cock. A mixture of your releases trickles down your thigh, and he scoops it up with two fingers and brings it to your lips. You accept it, earning yourself another good girl.

The rest of the short ride home is spent in a delicious post-sex haze. You’re so fucked out that you barely register the old, beat-up El Camino in the driveway.

“Shit!” Argyle slams his hands against the steering wheel, jolting you from your daze. “I totally forgot that I told Byers we’d go see a movie tonight.” Sure enough, Jonathan is sitting on the front stoop, smoking a joint. When he spots the Surfer Boy Pizza van, he snuffs it out and walks over.

“Hey, man…and lady,” he laughs, running his fingers through his overgrown shaggy hair. “Dude, we still on for tonight, or do you have, uh, other plans?” he adds, taking in both of your disheveled appearances.

Argyle gives a sheepish grin. “Raincheck? I’ll buy the popcorn, I swear.” 

Jonathan just chuckles again, fishing his keys from his pocket. “Nah, man, it’s cool. Will was dying to see it anyway, so I’ll just take him.” He unlocks his car, throwing over his shoulder, “You kids have fun…but not too much fun!”

“Baby,” you start, kissing Argyle’s cheek happily, “you coulda gone to the movies with him. I wouldn’t mind.”

“‘S cool,” he replies, giving you a smug grin. “Besides, I still owe you your punishment for being such a little brat earlier, don’t I?”

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[what-reader-we-r-illiterate]

Cw: nsft, overstimulation, eating the hamato boys out, worth noting in all of these they can either be dubcon, or assume theres a safeword, or assume that the genetically engineered supersoldier killing machines arent throwing u across the room be they dont want to. Apologies for neglecting Donnie a bit I'll write about him more throughly in the future <3 my favs fluctuate depending on the day. Also pain/impact play on genitals bc :3. And crying. Mwah

Im just saying it would be fun to eat one of their plump tail slits out until they're sobbing and pushing you off and squirming to get away because it's too much they can't cum anymore

I feel like Donnie? Would put up a fight and try to brat probably smack you at least once before you smack his pretty cunt and shove him back down, he'd ultimately go nonverbal and let out those choked throaty moans and high pitched ah! He does, trying so hard to stay still, eventually breaking and arching his back, wrapping his thighs around you, tapping and signing 'too much no more please mama/daddy' or whatever he can think of to appease you. If you call him a good boy and praise him for being brave though he will try so, so hard to not struggle. He wants to be praised and good and has SUCH a huge mommy/daddy kink and praise kink because of yes. You can train him so easily with flattery and cooing over how beautiful and obedient he is, what a good job he's doing, how you're so proud of him for being so brave!

Mikey would be giggly at first i fully believe that if he's approached by somebody unless he feels patronized he doesn't bother bratting or pushing them away, he's happy to take physical care and affection. He's letting out the sweetest little moans with his warm, raspy voice, making little jokes, playing with your hair. Then he cums.

And you don't stop.

So he's laughing and thanking you but saying that's enough, he's a bit sensitive now. You ignore him, burying your face deeper into his chubby slit, lapping up his slick like it's your favorite meal. It probably is. His hands tense, his fingers curl into your hair and he tries to tug you off. His laughter fades, replaced by his breath hitching, his pretty eyes tearing up, and he managed to stay pretty still for the first round but now he has all that pent up energy and is overstimulated so he's squirming under you, arching his back, crying out your name.

Your hands are going to leave marks from how tightly they're gripping his soft thighs, forcing them to stay open as he squeals and whimpers under you, his hands yank on your hair, pulling you closer in hopes the counterpressure will help. It doesn't. He sobs, tears running down his cheeks as he tries to look down at you and beg for mercy, before throwing his head back to cum a second time, a third. He probably sobs something about you being mean, how this is NOT nice. You take a break for a few seconds to ask if it feels good when you make him cum over and over. He glares down at you with all the spite in his adorable little self and says no. You inform him that you know he's lying, and good boys don't lie if they want to be listened to. Honestly, he should know better. Healthy open communication is important. You make him describe how it feels out loud as you make him cum four more times, biting or sucking just a bit too hard on his poor clit when his voice breaks and trails off into nonsensical moans. Eventually he slips up and calls you something embarrassing, something he's been holding back for months. You make him cum one last time, scoop him up into your arms, and carry him off for a bubble bath and lots of cuddles and hydration.

(I imagine he is SoooO stubborn about admitting he wants to call you any type of mommy daddy sir maam ect be if baby boy hates anything its being seen as just little and being patronized but he'll make an exception bc a: hot and b: if u actually respect him he'll let that guard down)

Leo has so many damn fronts he puts up he almost loses himself. As with everything regarding Leo, getting him to be vulnerable is so fucking difficult. You have to be open, let him in, be gentle, and when you do push him to be honest, don't let up. You need an answer out of him. It doesn't need to be the answer you want. But you need an answer.

He won't give it to you. He hums and jokes and dances around it. You eventually decide to just get it out of him. He's kicking his feet, reading a comic book on his bed when you pull his shorts down, nip at his tail, tease him for wagging it so hard already, flip him over, and start eating him out lazily.

He's happy to tease back at first, smug, bright cheery tone ringing out as he chatters endlessly, even as he gets close and cums he's talking. His moan is too much like a porn star, practiced. Performative. It sounds a bit different the second time.

Third time and he's laughing nervously, pushing you off as best he can. You grab his waist, pull him further into you. His quips fracture into whimpers and breath hitching.

You are goddamn determined to make him cry. You need an answer, sure, but he needs emotional release more. You let his thighs squeeze around your head, his hands are slapped when they try to pull you away, so he grabs the sheets and writhes under you, rutting his hips up into your mouth despite himself. It takes so long to get him to cry, cumming hurts at that point. Your face and the bed are drenched with his slick, your tongue shoved in as deep as it'll go as he actually moans, actually cries out, as tears finally make their way across his gorgeous crescent markings.

He went limp a few orgasms ago, now he just twitches under you, whimpering your name. You haven't asked in a week, but you get the answer you want. You eat him out awhile longer, just to make sure he gets enough emotional release, then sit up and pull him into your arms, kissing his markings and wiping his tears, pulling a blanket over both of you as you rock gently. The euphoria he feels after crying is more than worth it, he thanks you over and over before falling asleep in your arms.

(V self indulgent sorry all. Also leo walks in but it isnt test dw cuties i wont terrorize yall with that here)

Raph is amicable to whatever you want, very raised eyebrow, 'huh okay i'll try it' with a wry smile. He loves eating you out, fucking you, domming is kind of expected from the partner that's three times as big.

The first time you guide him to lie down on his back, he assumes you're going to have him drop so you can ride him, the (or if he's trans like yours truly, he's just confused, looking up at you with the sweetest puzzled smile, it's a weird angle to be eating you out but okay then.) He reaches to pick you up and help you sit on his face, excited to bury his snout in you, or reaches down to make himself drop. You kiss his hands, gently place one of them on the back of your head, and lick up his slit with your broad tongue, drawing a yelp out of him, before your bury your face in his cunt, soft thighs tensing around you already, he's scared of crushing you so he holds them open. You finally get to hear him whimper instead of grunt, the dirty talk and low voice he usually feels obligated to use is gone, high pitched whines taking it's place. He falls apart immediately, hands flitting between his thighs and your head, scared of hurting you, the fear leaves as you hum into him and he cums hard, forcing you deeper into him, thighs pressed against his hands as he rides out his orgasm. You have to check on him before continuing because he's sobbing so damn loud, it takes a minute to figure out he's saying "no, more please" as in 'no, i'm fine, please, please keep going.' You oblige, and no matter how much he wants it it's a lot, he's fighting the urge to push you away, squirming and panting under you no matter how slowly and gently you take it, poor sensitive boy. He's literally screaming by the fourth orgasm (Leo portals in, takes one look, snorts, portals right back out). Eventually he pulls you off, crying 'no more no more' then regretting it, you tell him he tastes so good, there's so much slick left dripping from his pretty cunt, can't you just clean it up? He holds his thighs open, trembling, soothed by your words as you take breaks to explain how this is so good for you, he's being such a good boy letting you be selfish and taste him as long as you want. Raph doesn't know what to do when you offer to do things for him, it feels weird, he doesn't like it. But he'll do anything for you. And if you making him cum until he screams makes you happy, and is actually for you, he'll let you do it forever. When he's a trembling mess, near passing out, you promise you'll be right back. You walk out and return with snacks, drinks, and a warm washcloth and towel. He's cleaned up, dried off, cooed over and brought his favorite plushies, you watch whatever he wants on his laptop under a million blankets and cover him in kisses and praise as his tail wags.

[spittingbloodandscreaming]

oddly specific maybe, but could you please write a smut fic w habit and a reader thats the lead singer in a band? gn or ftm, either or X3

I love this one!! I'm so sorry for the wait :(( I hope you like it!! This is a the first time someone requested a ftm fic and I love it.

HABIT x FTM,lead singer Reader

WARNINGS: biting, blood, mild possessiveness, idk playful slut shaming?

I envisioned gerard ways stage performances when I wrote this I hope that comes through

The set had just ended, and lord was it a high-energy show. By the time you’re done packing up, you’re still covered in glitter and sweat, your throat is raw and sore, and all you can think about is falling face-first into the bed of your motel and sleeping for a week. And that’s just what you do.

Not long after picking up, you’re struggling with a finicky keycard. You sigh, jamming the keycard in the slot and shoving your shoulder against the door. Surprisingly, that worked. You open the door to see Habit sitting on the bed in the center of the room, staring you down with a sinister grin that you don't take the time to acknowledge. Instead, you walk straight to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. As you wash your hands, Habit greets you in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe and staring you down. You give him a look as you shake the water off your hands, waiting for him to say something.

“I saw you out there. Pretty impressive, y’know.” His voice is plain, you can’t tell if he’s genuinely impressed or not. He seems bitter. You roll your eyes light-heartedly as you walk past him, sitting on the edge of the bed to take your shoes off. “Was the moaning into the mic really necessary though?” There it is! He’s being a jealous bastard. You let out a small laugh before tossing your shoes towards the door.

“Well, yeah, it’s written into the song.” You put your feet up on the bed, stretching yourself out and thanking everything that you chose semi-comfortable clothes to perform in.

“I know damn well it wasn’t! C’mon, you really did not need the fan service.” You aren’t paying much attention to what Habit’s saying, you’re more focused on the fact that he’s within perfect kicking range. So you kick him. Gently, of course, but enough to earn a surprised scoff. He throws his head back, putting the back of his hand against his forehead theatrically in mock betrayal. “I can’t believe you! First, you act like a harlot on stage, and now this! I just can’t believe you.” You scoff in response, putting your hand to your chest.

“Harlot?” You say in mild surprise. “Who do you think you are?” You sit up, supporting yourself with your hands behind you.

“Oh sorry, would you prefer manwhore? A complete and total slut?” You laugh, but Habit seems very committed to being serious. You take the opportunity to play tackle him, which quickly ends with you being pinned against the bed. He’s very proud of his victory, and you suppose you’ll let him have that. He moves to press a rather aggressive kiss to your lips, and that’s all it takes to make you aggressively aware of how this is gonna work out. You can’t help but wonder how much glitter is gonna be on Habit at the end of this. He trails one of his hands up your torso, landing it right on your throat for higher leverage. He squeezes lightly, just enough to constrict your breathing uncomfortably. He bites your lip, shoving his tongue in your mouth the second you open it. As soon as you let your guard down his hands are all over you.

Habit moans into your mouth, moving his knee in between your legs, pressing against your crotch. You yelp when he nips at your tongue, slapping his shoulder and getting your wrist pinned above your head as a result. He spends a while feeling you up like that before moving down to bite your neck, and he bites hard. You think he’s trying to rip out your jugular the way his teeth are digging into you, and when you try to shove him off, he just bites down harder. You’re so sure you’re bleeding, but by the time he gets off you his hand is down your pants, fingers toying with your tdick. He gives you a long, deep kiss before pulling away.

“Oh so loud rabbit. Tellin’ everyone around how good I’m making you feel, huh?” You nod, closing your eyes tight. It really shouldn’t feel this good, but being on the road and all, you haven't really been touched in weeks. He teases your entrance a while before shoving his middle and ring finger into you, angling everything just right—you just about cry, and he’s not even close to done yet. He’s not even making an attempt to stretch you out, he’s just looking for reasons to mock you for being sensitive. “Rabbit I’m surprised, you normally last a lot longer than this don’t you?” He speaks so condescendingly, leaning down, his cheek against yours, and you're pressed tightly against him. He couldn’t have been touching you for more than three minutes, and you’re already at your first whining orgasam.

Now, Habit is lifting you off the bed slightly, enough to get your pants down and as soon as they're off he's undoing his own. He just can't help it, I mean how else is he gonna prove you're his? You deserve a treat after such a good performance. Or maybe you deserve a punishment for painting yourself like that in front of so many people. Habit can't decide which, so he'll mix both. He barely has to line himself up he knows your body so well, and as soon as he's ready—which is the second he has the chance—he's ramming into you so hard you're about 80% sure he's gonna shatter your cervix if he goes on like that.

All of it aside, Habit still has you screaming and grabbing at the sheets like your life depends on it. He keeps his pace and intensity as he bends down to suck dark hickies into your neck. The combination of him biting—practically chewing on your neck and how full he's making you is almost unbearable. It's just not enough for Habit, though, so he has absolutely no choice but to reach a hand down and jerk you off. That sends you into an absolute frenzy—you're arching your back, pressing yourself against him and simultaneously trying to get away from him, and he's not sure if he's amused or annoyed by your defiance. He moves to grab both of your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head and getting more aggressive with his biting. This time, you know he drew blood, ‘cause when he comes up to kiss you it's dripping down his chin and smeared across his lips, and when he goes in for a kiss you taste it—salty and metallic.

Habit moves down to lick up the blood he drew, and as he does so he hits something just right it makes your dick twitch and throb against his fingers. He moves just a little faster, almost growling. “C'mon rabbit, cum for me cum on my dick.” You nod, moaning his name loud enough the people next door bang on the connecting wall. Habit laughs, leaning in to lick all the way up the side of your face.

“My good rabbit, huh?”

[3raaaachachacha]

11:09 pm

Lee Jeno x female reader / 582 words / smut

Warnings: cursing, dirty talk, teasing, restraints, mentions of jealousy, edging

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

Day eight of kinktober - lee jeno x bondage

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This was a proud moment for your boyfriend to be leading the New York fashion show runway. Although, you couldn't help but feel jealous at all the female and even male models fawning over him. You watched from the sidelines as he got prepared to walk the stage, many artists' hands on his body, talking to him in ways that had him showing his signature toothy grin. You couldn't help but wonder if he thought these women were just as gorgeous as you, but there was only one way to find out.

As Jeno was done getting ready, he turned to try and find you, but stopped in his tracks the moment he saw you laughing with another male, hand placed on his chest as you shot him a wink. Jeno felt his blood boil and he knew just what he was going to do once the two of you got back to the hotel room. Before you knew it, Jeno was leaving the arena early, wrist held firmly in your hand as he dragged you to the car and back to the hotel room.

"What's gotten into you, baby?" You smirked, knowing damn well what was up.

Jeno scoffed at your words, pushing you face first against the mattress of the hotel room before crawling on top as straddling your legs as he binded your wrists together behind your back with his tie, which caught you off guard but turned you on even more, "Don't be all smart with me baby. Flirting with others while I'm around? You really think I wouldn't notice?" He chuckled to himself, hands gripping your cheeks to look at him, "You want to act like a whore? Then I'll treat you like one."

Before you could respond, a sharp increase of breath left you as Jeno’s hand slapped your ass a few times before pushing your dress up above your waist and pulling your panties to the side," Fuck, Jeno."

"You like when I do this, don't you baby?" Jeno smirked, leaving forward to place his mouth onto your leaking core, "You're dripping and I haven't even touched you. Did those men turn you on? Do I need to remind you who you belong to?"

A loud whimper left your lips the moment his fingers toyed at your core, teeth still nipping at your clit as you pushed yourself up onto your knees to get even closer to him, hands trying to support yourself and look for him but failing miserably. Jeno couldn't help but laugh at your eagerness, knowing that this was what you wanted, but he had to play his cards right. He pushed you back flat against the mattress, hands gripping tightly to your hands so that you couldn't move.

"Stay still, that's a warning," Jeno mumbled against your clit, using his free hand to thrust his fingers. It didn't take long for Jeno to find that spot and within seconds, your moans got louder and you began to shake, your orgasm approaching rapidly but being cut short when Jeno pulled away.

"You didn't think you were gonna cum, did you baby?" Jeno snickered as he turned you around so that you were facing and watching him pull his leaking cock out his pants causing you to tug at the restraints in the need of touching him.

"I hope you're ready for a long night baby," Jeno teased, fingers caressing your folds, "Whores like you don't get what they want, when they want."

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- Admin 🌶️

[stillcarmine]

Snippet of a valzhangrace Hunger Games au not-fic I’ve been working on for like two years:

Frank skids into the next clearing, arrow notched but not drawn, and takes cautious steps forward as he scans the area for his target. He hears a shuffle to his right and steps toward it, and only too late registers that something is wrong.

He hears a slight click and realizes that he must have stepped in one of Leo’s traps, and whatever part of the design that registers prey is activated. He freezes, and in the moment it takes his weight to settle, his muscle memory takes over, drawing his bow and aiming it right at the pair of eyes that have appeared in front of him.

"It’s a stalemate," Leo says.

He’s right, Frank admits to himself, but he’s certain that even if they both spring each other's defenses, he’ll come out the winner.

“Pretty sure an arrow in the face will kill you whereas I can handle being strung up in the air. I’ll just cut myself down.”

But Leo laughs, a colder sound than Frank would have expected from him. “You don’t really think I’d pull something so tame in the actual Games, did you?”

Frank's eyes dart down and he curses.

“A bear trap?” He demands. “What kind of sponsorship money do you have?”

Leo smiles, looking proud of himself as he says, “Oh no, this is a Valdez original.”

Frank risks another look down and sees that yes, the spikes he noted a second before are made of wood, not metal. And while from his brief glance he can see that the construction is solid, he doesn’t think it’s lethal.

“My point still stands. What’s a few puncture wounds?”

He’s bluffing of course, because a few puncture wounds could spell death for him down the line, but at the moment, he’s still the likeliest to survive.

“You’ve spent enough time watching me at the edible plants station to know it’s not that simple,'' Leo says.

Frank balks, momentarily caught off guard at Leo dropping that information so cavalierly, but his eyes find their own way back to the trap and yes, he can see the tips of the spikes aren’t quite the same color as the rest of the wood. They have a slightly darker sheen, almost indiscernibly so, and they’re still wet. Leo must have just finished setting this trap before he'd come after Frank.

Frank grits his teeth.

“How about I just shoot you now and think of a way out of this after they cleared your body from the arena?” he bites out.

“You’ll be right behind me,” Leo sneers back, and Frank narrows his eyes, knowing he’s probably playing with him, trying to distract him to pull another fast one, but he can’t not give Leo a once over to make sure he’s not telling the truth and-

“Damn it,” Frank mutters, once he’s caught sight of the string clutched in Leo’s fist.

The other boy grins. “Dead man’s switch,” he says cheerfully, “You shoot me, I release the trap, you die too.”

“Stalemate,” Frank agrees morosely.

But he shifts his gaze back down to the trap, trying to make out its design, to see how the switch in Leo's hand is connected to the contraption, hoping he’d be able to disarm it somehow, maybe shoot his arrow at the right spot...

“I wouldn’t,” Leo’s voice cuts into his thoughts. “The trigger plate is extremely sensitive. Any shift in weight will set it off.”

“So what’s your plan then? We stand here until we die of old age?”

“Oh, I’m sure the Gamemakers would send something to liven things up before it came to that. But I think I can stand here with my hand at my side longer than you can hold that exact position with your bow fully drawn, no offense to you and your impressive muscles.”

Frank bears his teeth. “Don’t be so sure.”

“Fair,” Leo admits, though his eyes narrow. “Of course, we could always call a truce.”

Frank laughs. “Not sure I value my leg that much.”

“Rude,”  Leo says, eyes still narrowed, and Frank gets the sense that he’s actually bothered by Frank's response.

“So you just watched me all throughout training to decide that I wasn’t worthy of being your ally, is that it?”

“I didn’t-” Frank starts to protest, and that’s when he makes the mistake of leaning forward to emphasize his point.

The trap creaks and Frank freezes.

[dreamkidddream]

teacher x parent with chuuya nakahara pls. congrats 💞💞💞

Ahhh thanks <33 this has got to be one of my favorite tropes ever and I’m so happy to do it with Chuuya omg- Reader is gender neutral!

CW: minor language

Trope: Teacher x Parent with Chuuya!

Dream’s 800 Follower Special 📖

It was hard being a single parent- especially to preschoolers.

Balancing his career and still finding time for the twins was difficult at times, but it wasn’t impossible and it was worth it to Chuuya.

Gin and Ryunosuke could be a handful- he knew that more than anyone- but he wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Which is why he’s trying to control his temper as he’s walking down the hallway, the twins silently following by his side.

The quarterly parent-teacher conference meeting: something that was starting to become the bane of his existence. Bouncing from preschool to preschool, he’s heard the same thing from these “teachers”- he’s seen how they look at the twins, the distasteful glances followed behind passive aggressive “suggestions”. Some wouldn’t even hide it, outright saying that they should try somewhere else- that they weren’t a good fit for their program.

It was all bullshit to Chuuya- all said by grown ass adults who wouldn’t even try to help, who just wanted to throw the twins away. That’s fine- he doesn’t need someone like that to watch over them. He gladly gave them a piece of his mind, holding his kids’ hands proud as they stepped out of one school and into the next. He wasn’t perfect, but he’ll be damned if he let anyone talk about the twins like that.

He knows it’s not good to keep rotating schools like this, but he wants the best for Gin and Ryunosuke- because they deserve it. But his disappointment is already settling in when they reached the door, expectations already low.

But when the door swung open, he was taken aback.

“Hi! Come on in!”

Everything was so…bright. The walls, the floor, your smile- he was caught off guard, but quickly recovered. The others put on the same act too, not surprised.

“Mr. Nakahara, it’s so nice to see you! I’ve been looking forward to this all week.” You introduced yourself and stretched out your hand, and he hesitated taking it for a second, but he’ll entertain your little act for now. He was still suspicious of you, which is why he tried to ignore how warm your hand felt wrapped around his.

“Likewise.” He grumbled.

But he was surprised at how quick you reached out to the twins.

“Gin, Ryunosuke- it’s so good to see you guys again!” You kneeled down to their height, and Chuuya was eyeing you very closely. What are you getting at?

He glanced down to catch their reaction, but was surprised when he saw how intently they’re listening. Even he still had trouble getting their attention, so how the hell-

“How you about you guys go sit at your station and draw us a pretty picture to hang up later while we talk? I already got paper set out for you, so have fun!” You stood up and gently guided them to the miniature desks, hand on their backs.

They nodded and Chuuya couldn’t believe how receptive they were to you. Even Ryunosuke listened, eyes serious as he grabbed at the shared crayons. He couldn’t tell if he was in awe or shock.

“Now then Mr. Nakahara, we can have a seat at my desk. We have a lot to talk about.”

The ball of dread was building back in his stomach again, and he was back on edge.

-

You asked the usual questions and tried to make small talk, but Chuuya was getting more annoyed by the second. You’re just wasting time when you just need to rip off the bandaid.

“Now Mr. Nakahara, before I begin, I do have something that I need to say regarding the kids.”

Your tone became somber, no longer holding that same cheeriness from before. His pants were becoming wrinkled at how tight he was balling his hands up.

“What?” He gritted out, eyes narrowed.

“Your kids-“

Here it comes. Was he just a bad parent? Was it his fault? Was he doing something wrong? It pisses him off so much- what was he doing wrong?

“…have shown so much improvement!”

Chuuya’s eyes widened, and his breath catched in his throat. What?

“I’m just so proud of them, honestly. It was a bit of a rocky start in the beginning- they weren’t necessarily open to making friends, and even resistant to me. But, after some time and some personal talks, I started to see a new side to them both. Gin’s started to come out of her shell more, and Ryunosuke isn’t as defiant as before. Although, I am a bit concerned about his relationship with another classmate- actually rivalry might be the right word…”

Chuuya couldn’t believe it- we’re you being serious?

You pulled out a stack of papers, and from a quick glance Chuuya could tell that it was various items- old tests and assignments, progress reports, messy colored scribbles. He flipped through stunned as you continued speaking.

“They’re very smart, grades have been great, and they seem excited to be here more than ever. They’ve opened up more, and it’s a warming thing to see. Also, I just want to say that you’ve done an amazing job of raising them.” You softly trailed off. “They talk about you so much, I couldn’t wait to see what all the fuss was about.” You teased, that same bright smile back on your face.

“So…everything’s okay? We don’t have to transfer?”

“Transfer? No of course not! We would have to fight if they try to take anyone out of my class.”

Chuuya released a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he was holding. Sure, he tried to put on a brave face but your words made a weight lift off his shoulders. It was hard to fight the smile off of his face.

“I just couldn’t wait to brag about them to you.” You spoke, looking on as the twins continued to color, sometimes pointing at each other’s paper and passing crayons. “They’re great kids, and I know they’ll only continue to be.”

The look in your eyes were so soft, your voice gentle, and it was starting to do something to Chuuya. Before you, teachers would look on him and the twins in disdain, borderline disgust. He felt like he was letting them down, failing them. He works so damn hard to give them a good life, and it would be an injustice if all of it was going to waste.

But your words and the gaze in your eyes reassured him that he wasn’t a horrible parent like people tried to make him believe. And that you weren’t bad on the eyes either-

“-hara? Mr. Nakahara? Everything okay?”

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts and not focus on how much you were glowing. “Sorry about that. You were saying?”

“No worries- I was just asking if you had any questions or concerns for me?”

A beat of silence passed until he chuckled, “No, I don’t think I do.”

“Alright, well, this was great and I really do appreciate you taking the time out of your day to do this.” You both stood up, hand outstretched once again.

“No, the pleasure was all mine.” This time he held your hand, and took his hat off with the other, azure eyes holding sincerity. “Thank you for not giving up on them.” He couldn’t get over how well your hand fits in his.

“Of course- it’s my job not to.”

Chuuya wasn’t necessarily ready to go, and it looked like the kids weren’t either with how they were still coloring. “Got anything else planned tonight? Any more meetings?”

“Nope, you guys were my last one.”

“Got anywhere to be?”

“Sounds like you did have some questions after all.” You laughed. “And I guess I can move some stuff around in my busy teacher schedule to answer them.” You both sat back down and started to get comfortable.

You’re just getting to know each other, which is the point of these things right?

And he didn’t see a wedding ring in sight.

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“I’ll see you guys later, okay? Don’t forget about the field trip coming up.”

Gin and Ryunosuke nodded, small fingers locked with Chuuya’s.

“And Mr. Nakahara- don’t be a stranger. You’re free to stop by anytime.” You leaned against the door, being careful not to rip the taped drawings. “And speaking of the field trip, I am looking for a parent chaperone…”

Chuuya doesn’t have the patience to play babysitter for a whole class, but how could he say no when you made the offer so tempting?

“I’ll think about it.” He made up his mind already, but it’ll give him another reason to stop by.

“Let me know whatever you decide.” You smiled. “But have a good night Mr. Nakahara-“

“Chuuya.”

“Hm?”

“Call me Chuuya. Mr. Nakahara was my old man.”

“Okay…Chuuya.” You tested it out, and damn did he love the way it sounds falling from your lips. “Have a good night and get home safe.” You waved them goodbye as they walked out the building.

The effect you have on him left him in a daze, and it seems he wasn’t the only one affected. Ryunosuke told asked him to go on the trip with them and Gin shyly nodded beside him, and to buy more art supplies to draw you more pictures. Added to the list along with some class supplies and a nice vase of flowers to send to you next week.

Chuuya felt better leaving today, no longer being weighed by the harmful words from before. He was starting to look forward not only to the field trip, but to the rest of the year. As long as you’re their teacher, the twins were left in good hands. And he couldn’t wait to get to know you more.

It would be inappropriate to try and pursue you now, but the twins won’t be in preschool forever.

And he’s willing to wait.