#big strong stupid and trying to do good.... man i really do fall for the himbos dont i.

[gojosprettyprincess]

A/n not proofread

"ff-uckk m'gon-na cum, gonna cum! can i do it inside? Please let me cum inside pleasepleaseplease" he whimpers as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, tears leaking from his eyes as his hot breathing fans your neck, big beefy arms wrapped securely around your waist as the big man pathetically ruts his needy cock faster into your cunt like a helpless dog in heat, his thick girth bullying your tight walls stretching it wider for his cock everytime he fucks it in and out of you from behind

The fuck? Did he actually expects you to reply to him while he's pounding you mindlessly silly like this? You felt few of his fingers rubbing your clit as he licks and sucks on your neck, your eyes rolled at the back of your head as you eagerly shake your head, feeling so dumbed down by his cock, hoping he gets the signal as you moaned like a crazy bitch, hell your legs aren't even fucking touching your floor, the strong grip he has around your waist is the only thing keep you from falling as you held onto the edge of the table for support.

He groans and whimpers in your ears "Ahh- oh fuck thankyouthankyouthankyou so much! Shit you feel so good around me, I love you s'much mommy!" he cried out as emptied his balls into your poor pussy, the hot liquid filling up your cunt and spurting deep into you as your mind goes blank. Your head falling back against his broad shoulder as he litters kisses on your neck and jawline, fingers flickering your clit as he continues pushing his cum deeper and deeper into your sore cunt. "Need yo- ohgod need you to cu-m on my cock, please mommy, m'begging you please make a mess on me, i won't stop till you do!" his voice cracks as he pushes your body against the table, the edge of it digging your stomach with your back arched slightly as he manhandles your body off the ground like a ragdoll, humping his cock into your stuffy creamed hole, the slightly different position with your back more arched has his mushroom cockhead kissing your sweet spots so fucking good, he starts sucking on your shoulder as he circles your clit with his 3 of his fingers, desperately trying to make you cum and make a mess all over his dick.

You were close, mind actually going blank on his cock because of how good and silly he was pounding you, he always does. He hisses as he felt your tight walls clamping around his cock tighter, eyes rolling back of his head as he moans out loud, you squirted, the liquid spurting out of your cunt like a water fountain as it makes a mess all over his balls and cock, even the floor. He continues to fuck you through it like he's really tryna fuck you into a dumb mindless stupid bitch forever, your vision goes blank as he whispers praises to you while kissing your tits, "fuck- you made such a lovely mess on my cock, did I do well this time?, your such a good mommy you know that? always making me feel so- hard thrust fucking- hard thrust -good".

Choso, Izuku, Armin, Kaneki, Zenitsu, kirishima, Yuuji, Yuta, Hanataro.

[talaok]

Hiii, I saw you are accepting requests so I have one. Joel and the reader are married and one day they have a stupid fight but she gets really mad. Joel doesn't want to apologize and she decided to make a sex string. She starts to tease him. She starts to change clothes in front of him, she starts to use nice lingeries and put lotion on her body before go to sleep. One day Joel gives up and says sorry and then they have sex.

Sorry for writing a long request . Thank you 😊

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: sexual tension and allusion to smut

a/n: Whoever you are anon, I owe you a HUGE apology. I am terribly sorry for the wait, really, i don't know what happened, im sorry

You weren't someone who took things personally, nor did you deem yourself touchy, but everything has its limit.

He had called you a neat freak. I repeat, a neat freak

You, his wife, who he was supposed to love and support 'till death did you part.

He had called you a neat freak just because you had(rightfully) gotten mad at him when (for the millionth time) he had left his clothes all over the bedroom floor. 

And you had (again, rightfully) gotten mad, but he (for some godforsaken reason) didn't even want to think of the possibility of apologizing.

So you had done the most reasonable thing,

You started to make him pay

Now Joel Miller was a strong man, he remained unfazed by whatever life threw at him, he was not a man who was easy to put in a difficult position, but most importantly, he was not a man who liked to surrender.

But to every strength, there's a weakness, and Joel Miller's only weakness, together with his daughter... was you

Or more accurately,

The fact that he couldn't resist, you

So when you started changing in front of him, when, at the end of the day, you stripped slowly right in front of where he was lying on the bed... when you stopped wearing shorts to sleep and started only wearing panties and the tiniest tops or one of his shirts... when you put on that sexy little lingerie you had bought as a surprise for his birthday just before bed, biting down a smirk as you watched his jaw fall slack when you propped one of your legs on the bed so you could slowly massage it with lotion...

all those times, you saw his reaction, you saw the way his eyes darkened, the way he palmed his crotch thinking you couldn't see. But even as he approached you, his hands just as sultry as his voice you had pushed him away, because he hadn't done the one thing you wanted to,

and until he was going to admit defeat and do it, he was gonna have to suffer.

But today... today as you applied lotion to your whole body, his hands felt especially good.

"hello there" he murmured from behind you, his lips already on your neck and his hands on your waist.

"If you think something's gonna happen, you're wrong Joel"

"c'mon sweetheart, you've been torturing me all week" he breathed, his hands trying to lower down to your butt before you slapped them away

"I haven't been torturing you" you corrected "You've been torturing yourself." you watched as he frowned, his eyes too busy drinking every inch of you to look into your own "If you want this to be over, you can simply apologize"

And you would have liked to be able to say that you didn't expect what he did next, but the truth was that Joel Miller was incredibly predictable for someone who knew him as well as you did.

And the truth was, that it was a miracle he hadn't caved in the first day, and now he had reached his limit. 

He was so tired, and god but he had missed you

"I'm sorry darlin'" 

You didn't even bother to hide the smug smirk erupting on your face.

"say it like you mean it" you encouraged, placing the bottle of lotion on the nightstand before turning towards him, finding him inches away from your own face.

"I mean it, I'm sorry sweetheart" he promised, his big hazel eyes only helping him out right now "I won't do it again. I apologize"

"I'm not a neat freak?"

"no" he shook his head, one of his hands going to your cheek to stroke it while the other remained on your waist "You're not a neat freak sugar, you're the most amazing wife anyone could have asked for" he murmured, meeting his lips with yours "and you're so hot you drive me crazy"

"mhh, am I now?" you hummed, a mischievous tint in your tone and in your fingers in the way they played on his chest.

"you are" he nodded, slowly pushing you onto the bed, and crawling on top of you 

A soft laugh bubbled inside your chest as you wrapped your ankles around his back "What else am I?" you murmured to his ear, as he busied his mouth with your neck

"You're always right," he said, one of his hands groping your boobs through the fire-red bra "And you're smart... much smarter than me" he groaned when you grinded up on the hard bulge probing from his boxers "ad you- you're-fuck-" his breath caught as your hand seeped underneath his underwear and freed his cock 

"What?" you asked

"You're fucking perfect sweetheart"

"mhh" you hummed happily, biting your lip as you guided him to your entrance "and don't you ever forget it again"

[pandoraslxna]

❄️ Kinkmas - 03. Lingerie/Stockings ❄️

Jake Sully x female omatikaya reader

⋆｡° ✮ Minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Kinkmas Masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: teasing, age difference, face sitting, scent kink

Jake can’t seem to take his eyes off of you and really, who can blame him if you look like this?

His gaze traces it‘s way up from your delicate ankles, over your calves and up to your soft thighs. His eyes are automatically drawn to the bare strip of smooth skin between the lace-topped stockings and the fringe of those red panties. Your tail nervously curls behind your back, swaying from side to side as he drags his gaze up further, over the garter belt on your hips, and up your stomach and chest, to the deep flustered blush spreading over your cheeks. 

"I‘ve got good taste, don’t you think?" Jake smirks proudly, stepping closer and running his hands along your sides and god damn. He had imagined what you would look like dressed like this dozens -hundreds- of times, but seeing it become reality is something his imagination could never live up to.

"For an old man? Yeah, sure…", you mumble, self-consciously fiddling with the lace of your stocking.

"C’mon. You look fucking fantastic, kid", he grins teasingly. "Delicious enough to eat, actually."

You gulp slightly as his hands tug you close by the straps of your garterbelt, mouth hovering by your ear as he whispers, “What about you, hm? What did you think of my gift?” 

He nips at your ear and neck, almost causing your knees to buckle and you bite your bottom lip to stay focused.

"This is stupid", you grumble, blushing harder as your eyes avoid his lust filled gaze. "I look stupid… in those demon clothes."

Pants and a shirt, that would’ve been one thing, but you hadn’t been prepared for the matching set of human undergarments, lingerie and stockings Jake had called them, as he basically begged you to wear them for him.

Jake laughs at your response, catching you up against him by wrapping one strong arm around your waist. This is all too much, you think, embarrassment burning in your cheeks as you try to pull away, but he only holds you closer. 

"Don’t", he then says seriously. "I’m not laughing at you, I promise. Love that you’re doing this for me." His hands roam down again, gently kneading your ass in both of his big palms and you can’t help but whimper a little.

"You look so hot, baby. Such a pretty little thing, all dressed for me", Jake says breathlessly. "You have no idea what you’re doing to me."

You hum softly, softer than you’d meant, and his eyes snap up to yours. For a moment, his expression shifts from lust to something more tender, and he cups your face in his hands, tilting your face up for a kiss. 

The smile on his face then turns dirty again as he lets a low groan slip, "C‘mon pretty, get your hands on me, help me undress. You deserve a little treat for being such a good girl", he says, eyeing your reaction. You nod, all too eager to feel him properly.

Quickly, you unfasten his loincloth, allowing it to fall, and him to step out of it.

Perching on the edge of his bed, Jake spreads his legs invitingly, stroking his hands from knee to inner thigh, giving a slow tug to his throbbing cock as watches you. "C‘mere, kid."

You pad forward on bare feet, and when Jake leans forward, he places a teasing kiss to your stomach. A shuddering breath leaves your lips as he suddenly begins to trace his tongue around your navel and down to the hem of your lace panties, and it sends a flash of want through you.

Simultaneously, his hands are sliding up the back of your legs to your ass, hands squeezing your cheeks firmly as he hooks one of your legs up to stand on his thigh, while he buries his nose against your mound. His warm breath seeps through the fabric of your panties and you moan as it ghosts over your clit. 

"Fuck, you smell so good", the words come out rushed and you’re almost scared he’s gonna suffocate himself like this. Not that he seemed to mind. "Want you like is", he groans against you, "feels so good against your cute little pussy doesn’t it? You gonna come in those panties for me, baby girl?”

"Y-Yes", you gasp sharply, and it’s all you can manage when Jake starts to grinds his face against your clothes cunt. He groans as his nose rubs against your clit, his tongue gliding over the fabric adds further to the stimulation and you slowly start to ride his face like this. Your hips buck against his mouth and his hands do little to hold you still.

It doesn’t take long until your hands are tugging harshly on his dreads, guiding him to kiss and lick and rub against the spot you needed him most, until it’s all too much– too hot, too good, and it’s been too long since the last time you did this. You can’t help the tremble of your thighs as you soak through the fabric of your panties, coming with a whiny plea of his name, while Jake hungrily groans against into your pussy.

By the way his still lustful gaze meets yours as he licks his lips and pulls your slip aside, guiding you to sit on his cock, you know that this won’t be the last time he‘ll make you wear those strange human clothes. But the delicious stretch of his throbbing cock as he slowly impales you on it, actually makes you look forward to this, even though you would never admit that out loud.

[brattyfork]

drank

summary: matt n his brothers go to a party. he has fun but he missed you.

warnings: drunk sex, sub!matt+mommy kink lol

based on this request!

way back when, when matt and i first started having sex and figuring out our safe word, something interesting came up.

“what if i’m drunk?” i looked at him confused.

“what do you mean?”

“well sometimes when i’m drunk i get horny, i wanna have sex but i don’t want you to feel like you’re taking advantage of me”

“oh ok, uhh i mean we can still use the safe word in that situation right? ill just make sure you remember it before we start?”

“okay sounds good” he smiled at me.

the boys had some influencer party to go to, normally i’d tag along but i really didn’t wanna go anywhere, opting for one of matt’s tshirts instead of a crop top (is this line cringe?).

i knew matt wouldn’t do anything stupid at a party. furthermore, i knew nick and chris, mainly nick, wouldn’t let him do anything really stupid. i trusted him, i knew he’d feel the same about me going out, as long as he knew i’d be safe.

i decided to just sit on the couch, watch tv. i was watching criminal minds when i heard a car door outside. i could hear someone fumbling with the doorknob for a few seconds before before the lock turned and the door opened. nick walked in first, holding the door open for chris and a stumbling matt. he kicked off his shoes, slamming his hand on the wall, almost falling.

“how was the party?” i asked no one in particular.

“well they had fun” nick said, gesturing to the two younger triplets.

“it was cool, matt had too much to drink. lightweight.” chris rolled his eyes.

“be nice” i scolded. matt made his way to the couch, throwing himself over the back, sitting next to me then laying his head in my lap.

“you have fun baby?” i spoke softly.

“yes, missed you tho” i ran my hands through his hair.

“i missed you too my love” i dipped my head down to give him a sweet kiss. it quickly turned rough and needy. i pulled away, conscious of his brothers still downstairs. he let out a whine trying to chase my lips.

“you wanna go to bed baby?” i looked into his eyes, hoping he knew what i meant. his eyes were dark, not black with lust like usual, more doe-y, filled with need.

he nodded using all his strength to sit up, lifting his head off my lap. i stood up, looking back when i noticed he hadn’t moved. “cmon baby, let’s go” i tried to encourage him.

“mmmm, carry me”

“matt you know i can’t carry you, you’re too big”

“don’t be mean!”

“you know what i mean baby, you’re too strong and muscular”

“mhm”

“cmon get up, let’s go” i reached out my hand. he groaned, grabbing it and pulling with so much force i almost fell on him. i brought my other hand over, now using both my arms and all my strength to pull this man up. he finally stood up, he walked perfectly fine. i rolled my eyes, realizing he way just being lazy. he held my hand tight as i walked us up the stairs to our room. i pulled him into the room, he lets go of my hand, falling to the bed.

“how ya feeling baby?” i asked sitting next to him on the edge of the bed.

“i feel good, i missed you”

“i missed you too sweet boy”

“i really, really missed you” looking at me with his doe eyes, silently begging me to understand.

i leaned down to him pressing a sweet but deep kiss, pulling away shortly after.

“what’d you miss baby?” i whispered against his lips, pressing one more kiss to them before moving down his neck.

“your hands, your mouth, you” he whimpered the last word as i bit down into his neck, sucking a deep purple hickey into the soft skin.

“yeah? you want mommy to make you feel good? with my hands?” i ran my hands down his pants, resting my hands right next to his bulge. “with my mouth?” i placed wet kisses to his neck, grazing against the mark i left before.

“fuck yes please god yes”

“do you remember your safe word?”

“yes yes i know my safe word, just touch me already” i grabbed his face harshly.

“don’t be a brat, or ill leave you here to take care of yourself” i spat. he gave me puppy eyes.

“‘m sorry mommy”

“you gonna be a good boy for me?”

“yes yes, wanna be your good boy please”

i ran my hands up his shirt, moving them along his tummy before bringing my fingers to the hem and pulling it up. he got the hint and leaned forward, allowing me to take it off. i brought my hands down to his zipper. i began unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans when i felt him tug on the hem of my shirt. i pulled away, taking my hands off his lap to lift my shirt over my head.

when i looked back at him, his pants were down. i straddled him briefly, moving over him to the other side of the bed. i leaned down, kissing down his now visible v-line, slipping my fingers into the waist band of his boxers. his dick shot up, the tip red and needy, dripping with precum.

“aw baby. so worked up and i’ve barely touched you”

“please…”

“please what baby? what do you want?”

“need you to touch me please” i brought my hand up to his mouth.

“spit”

he did as i asked, or demanded i guess, and i brought my hand down to his cock, stroking up and down him a few times. he threw his head back, letting small moans and whines out, egging me on more.

i stroked him for awhile, focusing on the wonderful faces he made and his desperate noises. he started to squirm, trying to buck up into my hand.

“please mommy more i need more” i smirked at him, the sound of him begging was music to my ears.

i decided to be nice, letting spit fall from my mouth onto his cock before leaning down, sucking on the tip. as soon as i got used to his size in my mouth, i deep throat him, letting his tip hit the back of my throat.

this earned a loud “FUCK” from him, causing me to pull off, making him whine.

“you gotta be quiet baby, don’t want your brothers hearing how needy you are, do you?” i taunted, his cheeks turning a brighter pink. “gonna be quiet? be a good boy for me?”

“yes fuck i promise i’ll be good”

i brought my head down to his lap, taking all of him in my mouth at once. he bit his lip, the whimpers still sounding through. i sped up, going up all the way to the tip and quickly back down to the base. matt had stopped biting his lip, opening his mouth so he could let out large breaths. as i kept sucking him, his breathing turned to what could only be described as panting and fuck it was so hot.

“i-i’m close, f-fuck” he let out between pants. i thought for a second, stilling my movements before pulling off. he let out such a needy groan, i could’ve cum right then and there.

“why?” he looked to me, his eyes brimming with tears.

i gave him a kiss, feeling bad that he was upset.

“i’m sorry baby, mommy wants you to fill her up, don’t you wanna make mommy feel good?”

“yes fuck wanna be inside you mommy please god” he moved his hands up to my bra, still covering my chest.

“can you take this off? wanna see your pretty body” i smiled at him, moving my hands behind my back to unclasp it, pulling it down my shoulders making my tits bounce. i swear i could see some drool leave his open mouth. i quickly pulled my pants and underwear down, not wanting to make him wait any longer and needing him inside me.

i straddled his lap, rubbing my wet clit over his cock, still slippery from my mouth.

“ohmygod” he slurred out, making me giggle a bit, loving how much of an effect i had on him. i lifted myself up, taking him in my hand and lining him up with my entrance.

i sank down slowly on him, feeling every vein against my walls. his eyes rolled back into his head, a deep whine coming from his throat, harmonizing with my moans.

“fuck matty, so fucking big, making mommy feel so good” i bounced on him a few times before i realized how tired i was and began grinding instead.

“h-holy shit mommy, feels s’good”

“been such a good boy for me tonight baby, you wanna cum inside me?”

“fuck, yes please fuck oh my god”

i leaned down connecting our chests, moving my head into the crook of his neck. i sucked another mark into him, nibbling the rest of his neck before breathing on his ear.

“cum whenever you’re ready baby, gonna make mommy cum too” i continued grinding on him, his tip brushing the bottom of my cervix each time. i moved faster, chasing my own high. i felt him twitch inside me, sending me over the edge. i bit down on his neck, trying not to be too loud, matt cried out. between me biting him and clenching around him, his hips sputtered, unloading his cum as far into me as he could.

i let out a squeaky groan as he filled me up. there was no better feeling, his warm load sent me over the edge everytime. i came again, crying out as i clenched around his sensitive cock and began to twitch on him.

matt wrapped his arms around my lower back, trying to still my movements. we both came down from our highs, i lifted my head out of his neck, moving to look at him. his hair was messy, i could see the marks id left, his lips red from biting them so hard, his eyes glossed over.

i kissed him, passionately, there was no sexual motive behind it, i simply wanted to convey how much i appreciate him. he was incredible, in every single way, not just in bed, he was the perfect boyfriend. the perfect man.

“i love you more than anything”

“i love you too baby, so so much” he replied, brushing my hair out of my face.

i gave him another peck before moving to get off him, realizing his cum and cock we’re still inside me. he held my thighs, not letting me get up and i looked at him confused.

“will you uh- can we… sleep like this?”

“of course baby, you like how it feels? leaving your cum inside me? how tight i am around you?” i teased him.

“fuck don’t talk like that, i don’t have the energy for another round” he chuckled.

i gave him another kiss before laying down on top of him, moving carefully so he didn’t come out.

“goodnight matty” i whispered into his ear.

“goodnight my love”

a/n: hi yall, sorry i haven’t posted in a while. busy w school and on top of that we found out we gotta move. but i hope u guys enjoyed, i wrote most of this while high so if anything doesn’t make sense lmk. ALSO i am catching up on requests rn, if you requested something i promise i am working on it <3

[fortheb0ys]

BOTTOM DOM JOHN PRICE X TOP SUB MALE READER

☆Daddy, I just wanna be your bitch!☆

I know I like to write characters being absolutely cock drunk and fucked stupid but my biggest kink is being treated like I'm fucking stupid dog♡

CW: dumbification (reader), pet play, pet names (daddy & puppy) USED ALOT, age-gap, crying during sex, face slapping, reader is inexperienced in sex NOT PROOFREAD AND KINDA RUSHED AT THE END

FEM ALIGNED + MINORS DNI

I'm just imaging Price having to bark orders at you all day just to do the same in bed. You're brain goes absolutely empty and Price has to tell you how to do EVERYTHING. He's slightly displeased with himself for failing for such a young and inexperienced man but his love for you outweighs it.

You're clumsy as you try to finger him open. Price gets so frustrated that he offers to do it himself but you're so eager to please that you insist. You take what feels like forever to work him open, overestimating him in the process. Being feed up, Price would take matters into his own hands. He'd sit with all his weight on your chest and his back facing you, taking the breath from your lungs, as he fingers himself open.

His ass is so close to your face but Price orders you to keep your hands away. You grip tightly at his thighs, squeezing and scratching, as you whimper like a kicked puppy.

"Puppy, calm down. Daddy, trying to show you how it's done."

Price would wrap his hand around your dick as he multi-tasks between jerking you and fingering himself open. Much like the rest of your body, your cock is massive. Price's mouth waters at the thought of being stretched full around it but training you to use it was the difficult part. Such a monster of a cock but you were too stupid on how to use it.

Once Price was ready, he sank on your cock. The stretch was deliciously painful. Before he was even remotely close to being ready to move, you began bucking your hips up. He lets out a pained moan and tells to stop. His orders fall on deaf ears as you try to chase your own pleasure, completely forgetting about Price. Unsure of how to stop you, Price lands a hard slap across your left cheek.

Tears prick your eyes as you immediately stop snd bring a hand to your now red cheek. Before Price could apologize he feels you twitch inside him.

"Awww does my sweet boy like it a little rough? Does puppy like it when daddy hurts him?" Price says sweetly, his voice having an undertone of mockery.

All that left you throat was another whimper as you nod. Price felt another twitch inside his tight walls.

"Daddy, please you feel so good." More tears threaten to leave your eyes. Price looks into your eyes, a pathetic look adorns your face. The sight was amusing. You laying there, your hips wiggling ever so slightly and tears in your eyes. Price felt so good around you. His walls velvet soft. He was really teaching you patience.

"Daddy knows but you need to behave and stay still. You feel a lot bigger than you look and you're a big boy, puppy." Price cards his fingers through your hair to calm you down.

You whine as try stay impossibility still to please Price. Small huffs of impatience and both your ragged breathing was the only noise in the room.

Once Price started bouncing, what felt like an electric shock riddled your body. Like taking a hit of drugs, a high over takes washes over you.

His strong legs flex as he works himself on your cock. You lift your hips to meet him halfway with needy thrusts. His moans drive you deeper into madness. His pupils are blown with lust and you know yours are the same. A predator's smile across his face.

"Harder, puppy. I like it just as rough as you."

Without second thought and bruising strength, you grip his hips and slam into him. Price lets outs a small grunt. A slight blush dusts his face. He got want he wanted.

His movements never falter as your pace picks up. A challenging look appears in his eyes. His walls contract around you. You've never felt something as wonderful as being inside your captain, the way your cock dragged through him. He looked so good doing it. Like you were made to be him inside him.

His tits bounced along were him. Price's nipples were just as eye catching as he was. Pink and erect. Standing out from his hairy chest. The need to pinch , suck or just have your hands all over them became too strong. Your hands quickly found themselves groping at them.

Price let's out a grunt and your hands immediately pull away thinking you had done something without his permission.

"Go on, puppy. I'll let ya."

Sitting up, you go to work on his chest. Your lips sucks at one nipples as your fingers pinch at another. This encouraged you to pound harder into him. You loved the way his hair felt against your clean shaven face.

Price tries to keep his composure but finds it hard when your lapping at his chest as well as pounding hard into him. On top of that his his legs were beginning to hurt. He was so close. The knot in his stomach grew with each passing second. It was evident that you were as well. Your whimpers grew louder.

His moans were your favorite part. Breathy yet so deep, they rattled your bones.

"You close, doll?" Price asks while trying to get your attention off his chest by petting your messy hair down.

Your eyes are now on Price's face, but it's clear you didn't understand him. Eyes unfocused, you shake your head. Not to give him an answer but to ckear your sex fogged mind. It takes a prolonged moment for your brain to catch up to your mouth. You didn't trust that if you were to open it, that a moan wouldn't escape your lips.

"Yeah. R-really close." You managed to only whisper out.

A few more thrusts and you finished inside him. Price coming untouched, cum covering his hairy chest. You both lay panting, trying to catch your breath. Your forehead rests against Price's chest. His heartbeat rings loudly in your ears.

Once the high slightly settles, you look up to his face. God, was he so beautiful.

The way Price's mouth was slightly open. His tongue touched the back of his teeth, slipping to past his lips. The rise and off of his chest.

Just thinking how someone so perfect as your captain could love someone like you. A young kid, early into your military career and a decorated solider.

Did he love you? Could he love you the same way you did to him? The way he was your breath in your lungs, unable to live without.

You once again begin to tear up. This time to fall down your cheeks. Why you were such a crybaby after sex and not otherwise was something you could never get the answers for?

"Baby, Y/N? What wrong?" Price stopped moving and settled his weight on your pelvis. He dropped the pet names, was he angry? His voice was still smooth like honey. There was no malicious. Just love.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm so s-sorry. Love you. L-Love so much."

You pull him down till your head is buried into his neck. Sobbing as you try to catch your breath. Price's hand finds it's place on the side of your head, and a thumb rubs gently over your ear.

"It's okay, puppy. You know, daddy loves you?" He knew how emotionally unstable you could be. Doubting every step you took without guidance. He promised that was something he'd never take advantage of.

Your tears stop after a few minutes of crying. Price's gentle touch easing your worries. You look up at him with bright eyes, like tears had never touched them and smile. You give him a sweet peck on the cheek.

"Love you."

"You were such a good boy, but you need more training."

You frantically nod. There was anything you would want more in the entire world than to be your captain's good puppy.

"Daddy's gonna have ta think of a punishment. Do you understand?"

"Yes, daddy."

As your punishment, Price would put you on a leash a parade you around naked, showing off the numerous bite marks, scratches and hickies. Your cock painfully hard and dripping precum, a vibrating cock ring tightens painfully around it. You're turned on by the humiliation and the fact that everyone knows you're Price's bitch. Whimpers escape your throat as you see soliders eye you up and down. A sharp tug on your leash from Price reminded you to keep your mouth shut.

As a reward for accepting your punishment well, Price will ride you in his office will the door wide open letting people see how much of a well-trained dog you are. Numerous people stop. Some for a moment to look at the source of moans and grunts. Others stop and jerk off at such a sinful sight, just hoping to get the chance to be able to get impale on your dick.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Now I Know ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: kidnapping/rescue verrry angry Frank, violence, blood, trust, LOVE.

A/n: been listening to Work Song by Hozier a lot.

His muscles scream from the work, the kind of work you might call good and honest. The kind where at the end of the day his body is tired and drenched in sweat rather than tense with rage and spattered with blood.

He still does that work. You're watching as he washes his hands in the kitchen sink. If it's blood or dirt from the earth that is swirling down the drain you don't notice, only that those are the hands that could elicit a cry of mercy from death, or cries of pleasure from your lips. The gentle and sure squeeze of a trigger, whichever kind it is, he's in control. The movement and pressure of his fingers during either task is frighteningly similar, and yet there's something deep within you that welcomes and craves that similarity. The comfort you find in the tender way he has with you overrides all else, he may have the darkest of sins but he's all of his sweetness with you.

He's drying his hands on the dishtowel, concern and confusion plain on his face as he sees you looking through rather than at him.

"What's wrong?" He's asking you, and your focus snaps back to the depths of those dark eyes. "Nothing." you smile, but you're not all there and he knows it.

"You'll tell me if it's somethin', right?"

"Yeah baby," you nod, "I will."

He reaches for your face, fingers trailing softly along your jaw and you lean into him, relaxing as he cups your chin in his hand, bending down so he can kiss you slow and easy. He finds you there, he'll always find you.

On your lunch break your phone pings. Some days Frank would text you a sweet little thing, and today was one of them.

Love you princess xx

You're headed to the same place for the third day in a row. They must have been watching you. It was probably a stupid thing for you to do but you really liked the coffee they served there. You're looking down at your phone typing out a reply to Frank's text when it happens.

You don't even have time to fight them off, the last thing you remember is seeing your cup falling to the ground, coffee spilling into the cracks in the pavement before you are bundled into a vehicle, the strong chemical smell of the rag covering your mouth and nose.

.

Frank meets Curtis for a drink at lunch most weeks, it's something they've kept up since Billy. A mini therapy session for them both.

"You alright man? Been checking that damn phone almost non stop since you got here."

It wasn't unusual for you to not reply to him, you had been pretty busy at work recently. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry man."

Curtis isn't dumb, he knows when Frank's got something eating away at him. "C'mon, what is it? Woman trouble?"

Frank scrubs his hand across his face with a heavy sigh. "I dunno. Feels like she maybe still doesn't feel safe with me. Been trying everything, talkin' to her, tellin' her she can ask me anythin' about the past and all of that…"

"But it ain't about the past is it? It's what you're doin' out there now, Frank. It's a big ask to deal with that. But she's strong y'know? Just give her some time and if you're gonna keep on doing what you're doing, give her the truth if she wants it."

Pick you up from work later? Really miss you today.

Frank is nodding, but he's staring off into space. He sends another text.

.

Your head feels like a lump of lead as you wake up, slumped forward in a chair with your ankles tied to the legs and your wrists bound behind your back, the plastic of the zip ties cutting into your skin. Your eyelids feel like boulders are sitting on them as you chance a look at your surroundings. The upper floor of an unfinished building, sheets of polythene hanging from the walls and ceiling and scattered over the floor. You hear echoing sounds from the open doorway, local accents. Fear starts to replace the drowsiness as you become aware of a tripod with a mobile phone set up in front of you. The scuff of dust and gravel behind you makes your head whip round as a thick set bearded man with a scar under his eye walks towards you, turning over his shoulder to yell through the doorway as he sees you're conscious.

"Bitch is awake."

"Then it's time to play, boys." comes another voice, all sleazy and drawling. The owner of it steps into view and there's a twinge of recognition. You briefly met some of Frank's work colleagues from the construction company a while back when you brought him lunch as a surprise.

This was the blonde one, ruddy with a slight squint. Another man appears, he looks similar to the guy with the scar, but younger and nervous.

Your mouth is dry as you go to speak, rasping, the words sounding weaker than you wanted them to. "What's going on? Is this some sort of a joke?"

The dark scarred man laughs. "Sure honey, tying up pretty little broads like you is a whole lot of fun for us. But nah, it ain't no joke."

The blonde one draws closer, leaning down, his grimy calloused fingers running over your cheek. You flinch away as his stale stinking breath washes over your face.

"Your dumbass boyfriend's been making us look bad, takin' all of the damn work and getting paid fuckin' bonuses for it, making us look lazy. So we're gonna give him a lil incentive to quit."

"Ever think that's because you are lazy?' you snark back at him.

He gives you a lecherous grin then spits in your face. You spit right back at him but all it earns you is a swift backhand that splits your lower lip open.

The beardy scarred asshole cackles again. "Fuck she's a feisty lil thing. Kinda see why he's into it."

You pull at the ties holding you as blondie draws his fingers down your neck and yanks at the front of your shirt, sending buttons scattering across the concrete floor as he leers down at your tits.

"Yeah…" he muses, his eyes rove over you making you feel itchy and unclean. He flicks his fingers towards the phone, shouting at the young guy. "Hit record..."

You were scared but you also couldn't believe these fucking dunces seemed to have the grand plan of WhatsApping videos of them messing with you to Frank? They really had no idea who they were dealing with.

You strain and tug at the zip ties pointlessly, you know there's no way you'll be able to break through them but it makes you feel better. As you move you realise your phone isn't in your pocket. You just hoped the idiots didn't have enough sense to turn off the gps. Frank would find out you weren't at work at the end of the day, that you hadn't replied to any of his messages, he'd know something was up, that you were in trouble, right? He'd know something was wrong. He had to.

You try to calm your breathing as you see the blonde asshole slip a handgun from the back of his pants, it wouldn't be wise to talk back now.

The young one gave the thumbs up from behind the mobile and blondie started his spiel.

"Alright Pete, figured you might not be able to understand the situation if we just talked man to man… so just to make it completely clear, you're gonna watch this lil show we're making for you."

He walks over to you, grabbing the top of your head and turning you to face the camera. "See, if you don't quit the job and give us the fucking money you've stolen from us, I'll make your pretty little whore all mine. I'll tell you where to leave the cash, but first I'm gonna give you a taste of what I'm gonna do if you don't pony up… just so you know I ain't playin'"

Frank would find you, he had to find you.

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His heart dropped into his guts the moment he learned you hadn't returned to your office after lunch break. The guy at reception thought you might have gone home sick or something and not had the chance to tell anyone.

He called you multiple times with no answer, no texts, no nothing. He was about to call Curtis when his phone buzzed with a video attachment from an unknown number.

Confusion rapidly gave way to a white hot rage that consumed his entire being as he saw Corey from work on the screen, and then you. As soon as he realised what the fuck was happening he was in the truck with the pedal grinding hard against the metal. He recognised where you were being held, one of the previous client's sites they had worked on downtown about a month ago.

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The muzzle of the gun presses in and bruises against your temple. You close your eyes trying not to shake. All you can hear is Beardy's dumb laugh and the slow grating sound of a zipper right by your face. Bile rises in your throat.

Your heart soars as you hear your salvation bellowing from the stairwell.

"You want your money asshole?!"

"Frank! In here!" You shout and scream, desperate to see these fucking animals get what they deserve.

As soon as he hears your voice he's charging like a bull, the fire of hell itself blazing in his eyes as he grabs the gun and forces the blonde creep's hand backwards breaking his wrist with a sick crunch as if it was nothing. The asshole falls to the ground along with a faceful of Frank's boot as Beardy and the younger one pull out knives and start advancing in futility, because you know how this ends.

You see the beauty in the punishing raw anger that manifests itself through Frank's body, a slick, efficient killing machine. A fist, an elbow, a knee. He connects the dots so easily on his way to get to you, eyes scanning you frantically as he tugs the knife through the ties on the chair.

You're safe.

"I'm here baby, I'm here. You okay? You hurt?" His hands are light on your limbs, his thumb gently smoothing over the red marks on your wrists as he checks you over.

"I- I'm okay…" He's here. You're safe, you remind yourself.

"Any of those motherfuckers touch you?!" He growls, and you're only able to nod, too stunned to form words as you watch as Frank goes to haul up the sleazy blonde by the neck, his huge hand almost closing all the way around and crushing his windpipe.

"This one?" He asks, his voice is sharp gravel, you've never heard his tone like this before and it vibrates through you.

"Y-yes… he-"

You don't get to say any more as Frank slams him against the wall making him gag and choke, before punching his already bruised face into a pulp, breaking his nose and teeth within seconds. He wheezes pathetically as Frank's knee smashes repeatedly into his groin, and you find yourself unable to wrench your eyes away as he slides slowly down the wall when Frank is done, leaving a red smear on the plastic sheeting, a puddle of blood pooling around him as he reaches the floor and stills.

Frank doesn't miss the other one trying to crawl his way out of the room while he's distracted, swiftly picking up the tripod stand and launching toward him swinging it like a bat. You wince as it knocks the guy out cold with a splatter of blood painting the wall and he crumples to the floor.

Through the veil of your tears you see him, really see him. Frank came for you, he found you, he protected you. You're safe.

He holds you to his side all the way till you both get to his truck where he calls the cops and anonymously tipping them off to the location of three known abusers.

Back home you have to try so hard to satisfy him that except for a couple of bruises and a burst lip, you're fine. They never got to do what they were planning to. The anger and fear in you melts away with your tears as they flow, they're tears of shock and relief but he's still sorry. Sorry for letting this happen as if it was his fault, sorry for not knowing something was wrong much sooner, sorry that he can't keep you safe.

"I am safe, Frank." you assure, as you strip off your clothes and lead him to the bathroom, encouraging him to do the same. "I'm safe with you." His face is still pained and you know you need to show him, knew it from the moment you heard him coming to your rescue.

Under the hot spray of the shower you wash away all the filth that had tainted you. You run your hands over his body but he doesn't dare touch you, he doesn't see it yet, even as your lips brush over his bloodied knuckles he doesn't understand. He's still angry and afraid for you, and you feel it in his body as you press yourself flush against him, wrap your arm around his neck, your other hand going to his jaw to guide his mouth to yours. You have to show him that you need to feel him, on you, inside you. He needs to know the love you have for him isn't fragile. You know now that it isn't, it won't be beaten by this. Never.

He pulls away gently, he still believes you're scared of him and the things he's done. The things he does. "Baby, you don't have to, after what hap-"

But you're firm, pulling him back to you, pushing him up against the tiles and he's stunned. You're getting frustrated because he still doesn't get it.

"Frank, you're mine." He lets you guide his hands around your waist where you want them. "And I'm yours," you say pointedly, "now show me I'm yours, make me feel it."

This time when you reach for him you feel the difference. His fingers tighten against the softness of your skin like he can never let go. When you kiss him he kisses you back, he's still holding himself, letting you dictate the pace but a gentle nip with your teeth to his lower lip communicates your need more clearly. His thigh slots between yours, and you feel him getting hard against the front of your hip as you mould your body to his. His hands drop down to the curve of your ass as you rock yourself on his muscular thigh, your fingers twining in the longer hair at the top of his head as you stand up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear over the rush of the water…

Take me to bed.

He nods and you dry quickly and carelessly, desperate to be with him and feel his skin on your own. Your lips are still wet and slide so slick against Frank's as you move him towards the bed, climbing onto his lap as the backs of his knees hit the edge of it and he sits.

"You wanna stop, you just tell m-"

He's cut off as you push him back, a soft huff of breath leaving him as you're fierce in your demand for him to meet your energy. He's too good, being too sweet for what you need right now but he's catching up. Those hands, the ones that so surely dealt bloody justice for you, slide up your spine, one of them grasping the back of your neck as he surges up and kisses his way over your bare chest while you're grinding against him.

"Please, Frank," you whine into his mouth, tug on his lip with your teeth, and he thrusts upwards gripping your hip and meeting your desperate movements.

"Hey, I gotcha baby, I've got you…" he murmurs before carefully rolling you underneath him.

Your kisses are frantic, littering the line of his strong stubbled jaw but he soon captures your lips with his own, slowing you down, keeping that fire burning but calming you as he deepens the kiss. You open, and he permeates your senses, knowing exactly what you need, grounding you with his tenderness.

Limbs entangle until you're moving as one, body arching when his soft lips brush the skin of your neck, your ear, and you feel more than hear his words.

I'll always find you.

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[creative-heart]

hello ! i didn’t know that you were taking requests omg i would have spam you sooner. i don’t know if you have seen enzo’s last ig story in snow but ommmg if you could write a fluffy request based on that story

like reader wakes up and she doesn’t find him, she just found a little note that he went walking into the forest so she goes back to sleep and when she wakes up after, she opens her insta and found his ig story. immediately she tells him to come back in their apartment bc she’s terribly afraid he might get lost in the snow or catch a big cold

he’s like no never im strong and i survived lsdln lmfao but when he comes back even though he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s completely frozen and he starts to sneeze and he’s starting to be really sick so reader has to pamper him 🥺🥺 warm a hot bath for him, prepare a soup or a tea, put him in bed.

like i just imagine them being in bed after he supplied her to stay in bed and reader telling him next time stop playing enzo the snow king bc look at you right now baby you have fever and you’re hiding inside my sweater 😭 and him still doesn’t want to admit that he took a big risk for his health, being like « who told u i’m not faking being sick just to sleep under you pullover next to your/my 🍒 » 🤭🤭

okay my imagination might be too big lol

Lucia’s Notes: I love this request dear nonnie, because I feel like he’d be like a little boy when sick. I hope you enjoy this little drabble.

Content Warning: I don’t think there are any warnings, this is just fluff.

Word Count: 690

"Winter's warmth"| Enzo Vogrincic

You wake up when the lack of Enzo’s warm body against yours hits you like a ton of bricks and turn around looking for him curling more into the blankets to shield yourself from the cold of the outside world. As you look around you find a little note on his bedside table and grab it to read it “Morning honey, woke up early and decided to take a stroll around the woods, love you xo. En” You look out the window and see the clouded snowy picture burying yourself back into your blankets and going back to sleep.

An hour or so later, you finally open your eyes and grab your phone to start roaming all the social media and messages you might have missed. When you finally fall onto Instagram Enzo’s story is the first one up there, you click on it to see what your fugitive boyfriend’s been up to while you slept in. One look at his snow-covered hair is enough to make you shoot up on the bed sitting up hastily calling this crazy man you call yours. As soon as you hear the click on the line of the call being picked up you say “Enzo Vogrincic Roldan, what the fuck are you doing out there with this snowstorm!? You’re gonna get sick, you could get lost even!” the tone of your voice rising in alarm at the thought of your boyfriend wandering too far from the apartment you rented for your holiday and not being able to find his way back safely. 

You hear his low melodious lazy laugh on the other end of the call “Good morning to you too chiquita, don’t worry about it, I’m not far and I’ve figured out how to get back, and as to getting sick, I would never, I survived filming La sociedad, remember? I’m immune to cold” You roll your eyes at his stupid bravado “Don’t roll your eyes baby, I’m fine, I’ll be there soon with some pastries for breakfast, you get some coffee started, will you?” you sigh getting up “just come back love”. As you hang up you get up putting on one of his sweaters that are just lying around the room before heading to the kitchen smiling at the fireplace in the living room. Just as you’re pouring the mugs of hot coffee Enzo walks into the apartment ruffling the snow off his long raven-colored locks and trying to muffle a sneeze so you won’t hear it. You shoot around as he’s failed to conceal it from you. “I’m just fine babe, don’t look at me like that” Enzo retorts to your arched brow.

Later on that day you can see him shivering and sneezing more frequently and look at him “Ok, that’s it, you’re coming down with a cold love, I’ll draw you a warm bath and make you some tea with honey for when you get out” And he knows by the look on your face to better not argue it and nods softly “thank you love”. 

Once he’s out of the bath and you’re both cuddled in bed with your tea mugs as you play with his unruly locks absentmindedly you whisper “Now, could you stop playing Enzo king in the north and not go out in the snow next time? look how you’re feeling now, you have a fever, you’re even hiding in my sweater like a little kitten” you kiss his forehead to check if the paracetamol you gave him has started working yet. He shoots his face up to look at you, glossy eyes trying to look offended by what you said, “But I’m not sick baby, I just enjoy cuddling my girlfriend and snuggling away on my…sorry, your boobs”. You laugh at his silly statement and nod softly “I’m sure that’s it baby”. You keep playing with his hair seeing him slowly drift off to sleep as you admire his peaceful features tracing his nose lightly with your finger and smiling to yourself wondering how you ever got so lucky to get to share your life with a man such as this.

P.S: This was just adorable to write, I had the silliest smile on the whole time. I really hope you enjoyed it.

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[messycunt]

everyone fawns over hucow!Epel, calling him cute and doting over him... it makes him so mad!! he wants everyone to see him as a big, strong, manly man! he gets all huffy with his handlers and starts nipping when they call him cute. imagine: Crowley assigns him a new handler because the other ones are sick of getting headbutted and nipped. in comes his cute new handler, and they're so perfect! they treat him well without being condescending and he really thinks he's finally gotten the perfect handler! then... he gets called cute again. Epel decides to show them how manly he is and make sure he never gets called cute again.

fun epel facts: there's concept art that was displayed at an exhibition showing epel fully cross dressed, it's p cute actually 

his final design also looks almost exactly the way his grandma did when she was younger

cw: josou seme, afab reader, dubcon(reader kinda lets Epel get away w it even though they're not feeling it tbh), hybrids(hucows), male lactation, doggie style, name calling(stupid mutt, bitch, slut etc), slapping, hair pulling, blackmail,

Having been warned that your assigned cow was extremely difficult to work with, that he had run through almost a dozen handlers and that you'd probably quit in a few days had you high strung on your first meeting.

After meeting him you were confused to say the least. 

Epel was polite, soft spoken, and aloof at times. It seemed to be an intentional attempt at distancing himself from you.

But he opens up to you in due time.

You see him as an equal. Unlike his past handlers you don't patronize him. He loves that.

He tries showing off for your attention often but even if his attempts aren't successful he's still going to try. He wants you to think he's cool!

Maybe the stars just aligned at the right time or Vil just trusts you enough to take care of Epel the same way he would but he's less helicoptermom-y now that you're around, much to Epels delight.

Vil will be Vil but at least he's not forcing his way into almost every facet of Epel's life anymore.

Still, not much else has changed.

It's not that he doesn’t like doing shows, he tells you. It's that they treat him more like a heifer than a bull.

He's forced to wear those stupid frilly outfits for shows, all lacey and tight, just to put on performances for venues full of older men. He hates the way they look at him.

He can't wait until his growth spurt finally kicks in, then he'll finally be taken seriously as a bull.

Milking him is easy.

The machines tickle him on good days and make him a little sore on bad ones. depending on which type of day it is he will be either staring into space blankly or blinking away frustrated tears from overstimulation hoping you don't notice.

His milk has a subtly sweet taste.

Unlike with his past handlers Epel doesn't mind taking baths with you, especially if it means getting to spend more time with you in the main house. 

It means alot to him when it's you. Leaning up against your neck while basically feeling him up while washing him is almost like heaven for the boy, almost. 

He wants more but you must not see how frustrated and wanting it leaves him.

It makes him so angry with you truthfully. He wants you so bad and you wouldn't even consider him in a million years.

"See! I ain't some precious lil' calf that needs protectin' so stop treatin' me like one ya bitch!" Epel shouted from behind you, yanking your head back by the hair he held in his balled up fist. 

Droplets of water falling from his still damp lavender pelt onto your back in time with his thrusts.

His movements are frantic and unskilled. Too worried about clumsily chasing his own pleasure to care about much else.

The cold tile of the bathroom floor was uncomfortable to kneel on to say the least, and the hard marble of the tub pushed up against your chest uncomfortably. 

The constant jostling of your body didn't make it easier to ignore.

But you didn't say as much. Trying your best to keep quiet, you don't say much of anything.

Maybe this was your fault? you had no way of knowing a quick compliment would set him off the wrong way but… maybe you should have?

Maybe letting off some steam would be good for him? the poor boy must be so pent up right? maybe it's best to let him go at it till he tires himself out.

Epel's slender hands moved from gripping your hair to desperately tugging at your hair to gripping at the fat of your hips in an attempt to keep his frantic pace.

"I really did think it would be different this time. But y'er no better. Patronizin' me just like the others" he said between pants.

A harsh slap against your thigh echoed in the bathroom before he went back to pulling at your hips.

His continued attempts at pushing his dick as far into the back of your cunt as physically possible became even more frantic, if that was even possible, he was close.

 "But maybe ya' are different. I never had one of those pretty ladies let me mount them so easy before! Y'er jus' like a stupid mutt in heat."

That comment did earn a defeated whimper in reaction from you

With that Epel's petite body stiffened up and he emptied himself of all he had inside of you. White filling your insides in excess and leaking down onto the bathroom floor to form conjoined puddles. 

You didn't even bother to try sitting up.

Not that you could easily with his wet warm body laid out against your back. You took this time to catch your breath while you had the chance.

His softening cock still lay nestled inside of you

"Don' fall asleep on me" he slurred " You still gotta clean me up okay? It'd be a shame if Crowley and Vil found out that the sweet new girl they trusted so quickly was a good for nothing slut that couldn't control herself around even the smallest bulls wouldn't it?"

Sitting up and pulling back enough to slip himself out of you Epel stretched.

The high pitched whine he let out as he did was cute, not that you'd verbalize that, you learned your lesson.

[vimara00]

Bakugou dating headcannon

(Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

Hi everyone, it's Vi ✨ I was bored so I wrote something about how a relationship with Katsuki would be like. Hope you enjoy! ❤️ (Again, sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes english is not my first language 🙈)

All characters reservations to Horikoshi

Warnings: none, just fluff

•At first, it was really hard for him to come to the realisation that he had feelings for someone and even harder task to make you noticed it as he didn't know anything about flirting. So he started treating you "nicely", like not shouting at you or patiently helping when you didn't understand something, and he became a gentleman too as he carried your bag, opened doors for you and gave you his hoodie when it was cold. His behaviour did not go unnoticed by his crush who was waiting for him to finally confess but apparently, the "Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight" was a coward when it came to his feelings so you had to take matters into your own hands and confessed first. Eventhough, Bakugou was a bit annoyed by the fact that you beat him at it, he couldn't be mad with the results.

• Katsuki is a very attentive boyfriend. Even if he is doing something else, his attention is always on you. "You haven't eaten anything for two hours! Eat this goddam bar before I make you!" "Drink some water or you'll get deshydrated" "Take my jacket, you are shaking and your hands are cold"

• Even if he doesn't want to seem like he is worried, he really is very protective of you. He's worried that something bad may happen to you when you are away from him so he's always texting or calling just to check on you. It's not like he thinks you are not strong enough to survive, you sure are, but the fear of losing you is just too much for him to handle it. If you are fighting side by side, he is constantly making sure that you are ok and God forgive whoever is dumb enough to hurt you 😡🧨💥

• Definitely the jealous type. Don't get me wrong, he loves to show you off, especially when you are wearing something that makes your body look even hotter, and he usually walks with his arm around your shoulders or waist, smirking as the sense of pride invades his chest while noticing the others' jealousy. However, he does not enjoy when stupid extras think they could get with his s/o. He probably would appeared from behind them and put his hand on their shoulder activating his quirk and threatening to burn they if they don't leave you alone. Be prepared for a non stop kissing and cuddling session till he forget about it

•He is such a big baby that loves to put his head on your lap for you to stroke his hair while he happily falls asleep. Loves when you pepper his face with kisses, especially his nose and lips. He needs and demands his cuddles before and after classes or else he'll throw a tantrum and be on a bad mood all day. Also, he usually escapes during midnight to your bedroom to sleep with you; he loves to feel the warmth of you body and to leave a trail of kisses on your skin.

• You guys don't fight often but when you do, he shouts to try to get his point across and would probably say really harmful things but when he realises his mistake, he'll leave without a word and come back later more calmed and with a bag full of your favourites. Not matter how bad things are or how mad he is, he'll always come back to you cause he knows that anger fades away but you leaving him for good for something as trivial as a fight is not worth it

•He tries to be a better man and better heroe just for you because you deserve someone who can protect you and give you all the affection you deserve.

• He enjoy cooking with you and trying new recipes together.

• His nicknames for you: idiot, love, sweetheart and babe (and if you are shorter than him, he'll also call you shorty )

•He loves to spoil you. Are you craving chocolate and ice cream at 2AM? He's going to the nearest convenience store to get it for you. You wanted to go to the new cat cafe that just opened in town? He is making reservations for next Saturday. Liked that cute shoes that you saw the other day? He already bought it for you and will suprise you after class.

•So, in conclusion, being Bakugou's partner would be such a dream come true!

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Pd: I would really appreciate it if you, my dearest readers, recommend me some romantic animes (but not the sad ones, more like the funny/silly ones), please! 🙏🏻❤️

[kittyball23]

Lullaby (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: On the way to their first destination, the Trolls have a brief campout for the night

A/N: An idea by FandomKingdomGirl on AO3 as well as @pixarchan :)

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Nobody realized how much of a distance it was to their first stop, until the sky began to turn a gradient sunset color, and then gave way into night.

They had set out in the morning, traveling all day without rest, and it had taken its toll on the caterbus. Rhonda stretched out each of her four green legs and then flopped down on the ground, letting out a great big yawn. John Dory seated himself next to her and patted her fondly, the caterbus letting out a happy little purr in response.

Poppy in the meantime had nursed a fire, supplying wood to it so that it continued to keep them each warm. Sleeping bags were being set up by Branch around it, so they could all turn in for the night and be readily re-energized once tomorrow came.

“Ooo,” Tiny Diamond said, seeing the setup. “Are we gonna be telling scary stories?”

“No,” Poppy shook her head. “We’re gonna go to sleep.”

“What?” Tiny said, like he couldn’t believe it.

“It’s way past your bedtime,” the Pop Queen said matter-of-factly.

“A man doesn’t need bedtime!” Tiny Diamond pouted, crossing his arms.

“Oh, yes you do!” Poppy said. “How else are you gonna grow up to be big and strong?”

“Aunt Poppy, I’m already big and strong, see?” He flexed the teeny little muscles he had on his arms and Poppy sighed.

Branch could tell she was tired. With how energetic she was throughout the day, it all came crashing down at night. A fussy child was not something she would rather deal with right now when there was a nice, comfortable slumber awaiting her. So Branch stepped in to help.

“Proud of your boy

I'll make you proud of your boy

Believe me, bad as I've been, Ma

You're in for a pleasant surprise,

I've wasted time

I've wasted me

So say I'm slow for my age

A late bloomer, Okay, I agree…”

Branch sang just loud enough so that it could be heard over the crackling of the flames, and other nature sounds around them. Poppy glanced at him with delighted surprise, always charmed to hear his voice, but Tiny Diamond wasn’t sharing her sentiments exactly.

“A lullaby?” he said. “Nice try, but that never - “ He broke off, yawning suddenly, and realizing that it just might be working. Seeing that it was, Branch continued.

“That I've been one rotten kid

Some son, some pride and some joy

But I'll get over these lousin' up

Messin' up, screwin' up times

You'll see, Ma, now comes the better part

Someone's gonna make good

Cross his stupid heart

Make good and finally make you

Proud of your boy…”

It was clear that Tiny was falling to the sleeping spell, with the way he was bobbing his head and trying really hard not to let his eyes get too droopy. But he was being stubborn. He still had his glittery arms crossed and was sitting up straight. But Branch didn’t let it deter him.

“Tell me that I've been a louse and loafer

You won't get a fight here, no ma'am

Say I'm a goldbrick, a good-off, no good

But that couldn't be all that I am

Water flows under the bridge

Let it pass, let it go

There's no good reason that you should believe me

Not yet, I know, but…”

Poppy sighed in admiration, her hands tucked under her chin and her eyes dilated. He was so captivating when he sang. That voice of his was something special, a gift from the heavens that bore much talent. It was no longer anything new to her, but it was to someone else who hadn’t heard his singing voice for nearly two decades.

John Dory was just about to snooze against his pet caterbus, when Branch’s singing had made him perk right up. It sounded totally bro-dacious! Not realizing it, his jaw had dropped and his eyes had gone wide as the realization came to him. That was Baby Branch, the little infant who was only an inch tall and who’d sang there on stage next to him when he was a teenager, with a voice that was still developing in strength and uniqueness. Clearly, Branch hadn’t given up singing, and he seemed to have perfected his vocals so stunningly in the years he was on his own…

… years that John Dory was absent for.

A guilt suddenly came upon the teal Troll. He began to think back to how he’d greeted Branch back at the wedding earlier that day, as if no years had passed by, as though it was just another day up to their brotherly antics, when it obviously wasn’t the case. There were many years in between, years where he could’ve seen Branch grow into that lovely voice, and helped guide him there vocally. That was no longer possible… not without a time machine, which, didn’t exist of course.

Still, he wondered if there was a way to make amends to that bond…

“Someday and soon

I'll make you proud of your boy

Though I can't make myself taller

Or smatter or handsome or wise…”

John Dory had taken a leap of faith in joining in on the song, hoping that Branch wouldn’t get upset. Branch did not stop singing, but he did look over in surprise at his brother. A part of him was annoyed. He hadn’t wanted JD to sing with him. He wanted to sing with him only when the time required it, when they had already retrieved Spruce and Clay and were ready to do the perfect Family Harmony to free Floyd. But he couldn’t stop himself now. It would break the serene melody that was finally making Tiny shut his eyes for good, the fight in him to stay awake lost.

“I'll do my best, what else can I do?

Since I wasn't born perfect like Dad or you

Mom, I will try to

Try hard to make you

Proud of your boy…”

Both brothers sang, and Branch felt a little spark inside him once they’d concluded. It hadn’t sounded awful. It had sounded pretty good, and John Dory was beaming at him. Branch didn’t scowl at him. He didn’t smile just yet, but he wasn’t frowning or huffing either. He was just looking at him with the slightest hint of appreciation.It wasn’t much, but it was just enough for JD to get that vibe that things could be amended. They weren’t beyond repair - they could still be put right.

Poppy was bubbly with joy as she grabbed the sleeping baby and tucked him into one of the sleeping bags. Tiny smiled in his sleep and cuddled the blanket close to him, sucking his thumb. She then turned her gaze to Branch and JD, and could see the expressions on their faces. They’re going to be great friends by the end of this trip! Poppy thought to herself, looking forward to when she would see her boyfriend and his brother pal around, singing songs and hugging and dancing like they had years before.

Branch broke his gaze away first, and he glanced around them. “Wait… where am I gonna sleep?”

Poppy cocked her head. “Huh?” She looked down, and suddenly realized the predicament. Poppy had placed Tiny in Branch’s sleeping bag, and by the looks of it, the Trolling seemed far too comfortable to be moved. Aside from John Dory’s sleeping bag, which he was already settled into, there was only Poppy’s pink one.

“Ohhh… oops,” the Pop Queen said, biting her lip in contemplation.

“Hmm,” JD thought, and then he snapped his fingers as he thought of a perfect solution. “Say, why don’tcha sleep together!”

“WHAT?!”

John Dory reared back as the two Trolls yelled in shock back at him. “Whoa, chill, alright? I just thought the sleeping bag looked big enough to fit ya,” he explained. “What’d you think I meant?”

As Poppy’s face turned red with a blush, Branch already began to walk off. “You know what? I, uh, I can just gather some leaves and moss and stuff and I’ll just make myself a pile to sleep on, okay? Okay!” He hurried off.

“But won’t that be uncomfortable?” John Dory called after him.

“NOPE!” came the strained reply.

JD was confused when Poppy too didn’t want to speak anymore. “Well, goodnight!” she squeaked, quickly tucking herself into the pink sleeping bag and making sure to turn her face away from his.

John Dory exchanged a baffled look with Rhonda. “Was it something I said?”

Rhonda only shrugged.

__________________________________________ A/N: Song is "Proud of Your Boy" from the Aladdin musical 🎶

[gojosprettyprincess]

Riding higuruma's Nose

TW - Pussy eating, squirting, overstimulation? Also the reader is sitting on his face cowgirl position. I'm so sorry for any errors.

"Fuck! N-not so hard!" you cried out as he continued to suck on your clit, big strong arms gripping onto your thighs to keep you placed on his face. It's been like what, an hour? You swore you've never seen a man that loves eating pussy as much as Hiromi does and he's so fucking skilled at doing it too, it makes you see stars.

You don't even get the point of begging him to stop anymore, all you could do is sit there, moaning nonstop with tears leaking down your eyes from overstimulation as he feasts on your cunt, his growls vibrating against your slit when you try to wriggle out of his sturdy grip only for him to squeeze his arms around your thighs harder, you can literally see the veins and muscles on his arms budging out cause of his tight grip. A mixture of your juices and his drool running down his cheeks and chin as he eats you out sloppily.

He slowly pulls away from your cunt and lands a hard slap on your right-ass cheek before squeezing the soft flesh. "Ride my face baby, come on you can do it, cum f'me one for time and then I'll stop yeah?". He says lazily, he loves to be in control and ravish your messy cunt the way he pleases but he also enjoys seeing you attempting to get yourself off on his face. It's amusing to him.

You were tired. You didn't really wanna do anything, but you never know how much longer he's gonna take before stopping if you let him have it his way, so you decided to slowly grind your cunt on his tongue, groaning as you felt the vibrations of his mumble "that's my good girl" against you.

You continued moving back and forth on his face, desperately trying to cum so you can get this over with, till you accidentally felt yourself bumping against his nose, your body jolted in pleasure as you felt it against you for a split second, your reaction didn’t go unnoticed by Hiromi. It was so weird, not in a million years would you have thought that you'd feel pleasure from someone's nose? But I guess there's a first time for everything.

He was probably thinking the exact same thing you were as you felt his arms loosen around your thighs, you didn't waste a second as you moved back to get closer to his nose area, seating yourself at the bridge of his nose before your eyes rolled back as you felt his tongue attacking your clit, it was so fucking good, you took it as a sign to keep going as you moved your cunt back and forth on his nose, the tip of it digging into you as it drags against your creamy folds while his tongue laps your clit.

You felt your hole fluttering around nothing as you keep up your pace, riding the bump of his nose, you moved your hand to the back of his head to grip onto his hair so you can keep his head still to your liking as you felt him groaning against you while your gripping onto the strands. Your sweet moans filled the moan as you continue grinding down on his big nose, you squeaked unexpectedly, feeling his arms tightening around your thighs again, he's impatient. Strong arms keeping you intact, making you arch your back when you felt him pressing his nose against your entrance, the bridge of it digging into your cunt hole as he brings one of his hand up to your clit, rubbing fast sloppy circles on it as he ruts his nose into you, moving his head in all sorts of ways so he can hear your stupid little blabbers as he feeds you more pleasure.

Skilled tongue sucking on your poor clit as he watches your head falls back, thighs clenching against his hold. "Ohmygod! ohmygod! Fuckkk, gonna cum! M'gonna cum please don't stop feels so good" you cried out, your brain in shambles as you felt this weird sensation erupting in your stomach, before you could even process it, what feels like a gallon of clear liquid gushes out of you like a water hose and lands all over his pretty face and sheets, even despite that he still kept going, slurping and licking up your juices from your messy cunny as he sucks on it as if he was eating an orange.

After he was satisfied, he manhandles your body and picks you up, placing you on his lap while he moves his upper body up in the process, your pussy juice dripping off his face onto the bed as he got up, panting and trying to catch his breath as he sticks his tongue out to lick any reminding of your juices off his face. He takes a second to observe your shaking body from his lap, he wraps his arms around your smaller flame while whispering into your ear.

"Crazy to think that the first time you'd ever squirt is because of my nose huh?" he chuckles. "Such a messy little girl aren't ya princess?". He plants kisses on your neck to calm you down. Based on how much you know about higuruma, it's definitely gonna become a regular thing when it comes to you sitting on his face and your not complaining one bit.

[single-malt-scotch]

Bdubs' speech patterns & quirks

i made a post a while back about Bdubs' typing habits and ya know what. ill be a little stupid obsessed and unhinged again and do this one. might be useful for fics.

been watching this man from day one and im trying to throw together everything i can in my head. he really hasnt changed that much if we arent considering a shift of humor and energy-- but i will regard it at certain points for clarity of how his speech is handled.

General speech pattern

Through time Bdubs has gained more energy in his voice, and more confidence in how he speaks as a person presenting in his videos. But he still has his quirks, quirks that have remained forever.

biggest one. There is a big habit of stuttering in some sense. Either on the same words with the intended phrase:

Example: "You-- you don't- you don't understand!"

or a phrase that is altered during the stutter:

Example: "Yeah but-- you-- I don't think you get it..."

They aren't the stutters people default to in most cases (no "y-yes" "i th-thought.." etc-- in *some* cases you can throw this in but i suggest the bigger ones and never make it too frequent).

Theyre long and very obviously, and make him take longer to get his words out. sometimes it cuts his train of thought and he stops his sentences, maybe even starts over entirely.

in addition to that, bdubs also cuts words in a way i think most people will- goin', gonna, thinkin' etc. however at times he will enunciate the whole word for effect (plays into his "exaggeration" described below)

With his awkward pacing and stumbling, there are times where he fumbles and might say something in a "weird" way. sometimes, it becomes purposeful! he'll keep doing it when its funny, but you can tell its more of a slip than on purpose at first. there are far too many examples of this, but its obvious that he picked up the funny way of saying 'hermitcraft' on purpose at a certain point, for example. this may be hard to get across in writing however and its not as important.

bdubs loves to exaggerate. personality wise, hes like this obviously. and it plays into how he talks. boisterous is the best word. dont be afraid to go hard on the exclamation points or question marks! "!!" and "??" may describe what you want when you need to imply more of his noise.

Exclamations, regarding swearing

Bdubs doesnt swear anymore, but its worth addressing it, in context to what... replaces it, in a sense. or if youre writing something based in the years when he did swear.

Lets get one thing straight. bdubs does not say fuck. like, even back when he swore. there may have been some very light instances of words slipping (the old video where he completely bleeped out his words may have likely had that) but it is not how he spoke on the regular.

bdubs' most used 'bad' words were "damn", not as often "ass". he used a lot of 'safe' words-- shoot, crap (crapper, directed at someone/thing), frick (fricker, directed at someone/thing), dang ('dang man'), freaking (this is exclaimed very strong when it comes up, as if he was saying "fucking". comment phrase "very freaking funny!")....

these are the most frequent choices. id say bdubs has the capability of more swears, but it would be a last resort/under extreme duress.

Other notable phrases

Some of these fall under 'exclamations' at times, but i wanted to address the phrases he says in response to things, one subject is what people like him say in place of things like "oh god". you can see this in some hermits too, but bdubs does not say "oh (my) god". there is no exclamation of "god" when he needs to say something like this.

some are more or less frequent in the overall timeline, but you will likely hear...

"judas priest!" "oh goodness!" "oh jeez/jeezer!" if there is any phrase regarding god its a sorta "dont use the lord's name in vain" situation. none of the "oh god" stuff.

in terms of other frequent phrases,

"Trying my heart out/off" pops up a lot, and it means that he is trying hard at something whilst also saying he is 'putting his whole heart into it'.

Older/less frequent these days:

the good ol 'pet names'. it is/was never a super frequent thing (that bdubs/etho ooge video was surprisingly frequent...) "sweetheart" is most likely, "baby" but not always in a 'pet name' way, just a casual word to throw out at nothing. might get a "darlin'" in there too. the instance of calling someone specific those things is not super common, but still important to note.

a final notable one is "boy", directed at others in a more like. jokingly stern way. "What are you doin' boy?" a direct aim at a person, perhaps in a (joking) accusatory way at times? (wanted to comment there was an early ooge instance where etho picked it up as well lol). and imo i saw this way more in the early days, less so now.

Conclusion

bdubs has a variety of expressions in his speech. generally very relaxed and sometimes even careless, hes not tryin to focus too hard on every word he speaks. which is only natural! imo i think his personality is what affects this more than anything. hes silly, extroverted, and acts first.

his 'loudness' and stutter is important and it can be hard to express through words. outside of the way you describe the way he tackled talking in fics, seriously dont be afraid to double those punctuation marks imo. definitely dont be afraid of those big 'stutters'!! its probably the most defining part of his voice imo. i hope this is useful and feel free to add on or ask about it!

[roturo]

Eve, Psyche & The Bluebeard’s wife

“I wish for what’s forbidden

Get it like boom-boom-boom.”

WARNINGS: SMUT. (NO PIV) : MASTERLIST.

Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader

English it’s not my first language so i’m sorry if I have some grammatical errors. This is my first jjk fic, and I always wanted to make one! Basically my content is based from songs, the song title will always be the title for the Oneshot/fic/etc. I haven’t wrote in a “long” time, so it’s not one of my best works. But I still hope you enjoy it!. 🩵 Might do a pt2

Since you were a little kid, your parents always teached you about the jujutsu world. The curses, and of course, the strongest clans. They mentioned a lot the Gojo clan, which always intrigued you. 

Gojo Satoru. The celebrated and strongest sorcerer. Millions of money, every girl he wants, and gets everything he wants. Was he really all that? 

You were always taught to respect your seniors, give them the smile of a doll, listen to them with a kind face, and eat up the shit they say to you.

“Oh Ms.(L/N) you’re one of the strongest female sorcerers, have you ever thought of forming a family with another strong sorcerer like you? I can help you with that”

“You’re already getting old, how do you pretend keeping the strong blood going?”

“It’s clearly you need to train more, you’re getting out of form. How boys will like you if look like that?”

You keep covering and covering everything like emotions. You hate it, you’re not a doll. What if you never wanted to have kids? Or even a partner?

Now you’re 19 years old. Almost 20. Living alone, and you started assisting to Jujutsu school. You’ve been always training with your dad, but as time passes and you get stronger, your dad can’t keep up with you. 

First day of school. Feels weird, since this isn’t a normal school, neither a place you’re going to learn normal things. 

You started walking towards the big white building until you noticed some people training, a pink haired boy excitedly looked at you and started waving at you, next to him was a tall black haired looking pineapple frods hair, a… panda?… and a greenish colored hair girl. At least they looked nice?…

You were wrong. 

Well, not totally, Yuji and panda were nice, full of energy, but still.. nice.

The others… Well.

They weren’t mean, but not as friendly as the other two. 

But anyways, they were waiting for the sensei. Talking about how handsome he is, how you shouldn’t fall for him since he’s a what they call “rolling stone” (for going from women to women) basically a womanizer.

… What a dick.

But still, apparently he’s really strong, and a good friendly sensei.

But you never thought your sensei was the forbidden man.

Your heart was beating, but don’t get it wrong, it wasn’t in a romantic way, more of a “is this really the Gojo Satoru?”

The strongest man on earth.

Wow.

They were right.

He’s indeed handsome.

“Ms.(Y/N L/N)! Glad to see you here! Your dad told me a lot of you.” He said, with a stupid smirk of clearly what they called: a rolling stone.

You really didn’t understand how both of your families got along, but never in your life till now you met with Gojo Satoru.

“Hello sensei Gojo. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You said with a doll smile, like they taught you. 

“Great! I guess you already introduced to everyone here, what about warming up to see what you got?” 

You did as he said. Your curse was mind controlling. You didn’t like it, you didn’t used it for your favor neither for curses, it only brought bad things to you. Like your mom forgetting you, losing your first boyfriend.. 

It really was a strong but delicate curse.

You started fighting with Maki, a easy fight even if you were still rusty. Great warm up.

Next was Panda, heavy when trying to get him of you but still. Nothing too special.

Last one was Megumi, you were out of breath, some bruises here and there and you were pretty sure your head was bleeding but hey! You were fighting with no use of your cursed energy! You had to use it somehow now.

So, it was easy, just in time of 2 seconds, you quickly got into Megumi’s head to use his own shikigamis against himself and quickly end the fight with some damage here and there but nothing serious. Hopefully no one noticed what you did.

But for what you can tell, everyone was astonished. You overcome all of them.

You were in fact, one of the strongest, so, what else but to prove it with fighting Gojo Satoru?

The kids were trying to get you in a battle with Gojo, someway they had to see you beaten.

He let out a small laugh, knowing the outcome of this battle, then he  got in position

“Let’s see what you got doll.”

Asshole.

Okay, you were definitely beat up. He really was all that. You tried everything in you but couldn’t even land one punch. You really started to hate this man. 

So you began focusing you energy and unleash some power out of it. You’re not pretending to die today. And less to this man. So while he was being the asshole he was and showing off his power and how beaten up you were thanks to him, you slowly worked your way into Gojo’s mind, slowly taking control of his thoughts and actions.

The usually unmovable Gojo Satoru seemed to be lost in your mind control. He was now in the same place but nowhere around him but you.

“Where am I?” He said, you felt his body tense up so, still controlling him, you tried to relax him a little bit.

“Don’t worry sensei, this is just for time, you were almost killing me in there you know?” You giggled, getting closer to him.

Gojo couldn’t believe this, your father had told him about you having a  strong curse but he never thought it would be this strong for you to control him.

He was trying to get back control, and you sensed that, so you had no other way of beating this rolling stone, but to play his own game.

You started waking closer to him, you hear his heart beating like boom boom, but you didn’t expected him trying to fight with you in his own mind. You felt a punch in your left side of your face, then a heavy body knocking you down into the floor.

“Stop this now.” His voice changed. The flirty tone changed into a darker one.

You’re not letting him win this game.

So you moved your bodies in a way you’re now on top of him, but you felt a punch of energy hitting you in your chest. You really have to be faster.

Never in your life you thought you were going to be on top of Gojo Satoru straddling him to get you stopped from being beat up. It was getting hotter for him, something so unexpectedly for him. He never thought this is how someone will get into him.

Gojo still in shock you started moving your hips back and forth letting a small sight. He parted his lips making eye contact with you. You had to focus or you would stop having control over his mind. 

You breathed in, “Kiss me.” He looked at you and agreed almost immediately.

He barely even knew you, he only noticed you thanks to your dad, you were a pretty girl, and had a nice body too, but why is he falling so quickly for this girl? Never in his 28 years of being in this earth he never imagined he would be letting his guard down just for a lay with a girl. When he’s supposed to make the girls let their guard down so they could have sex with HIM.

Why were you so special? Why is his body feeling so hot right now?

He leaned back from the kiss amusingly and watched you frown. You were obviously dissatisfied. “More,” you sighed and pulled him by his neck. 

You crashed your lips onto his and moaned while doing so. He put both of his hands on your hips and rubbed circles on them while dominating the heated kiss for a while. You pushed him, now being able to straddle his hardening bulge as you tried not to break the kiss. You held onto his shoulders and ground faster, your hips moving sensually against his. He was grinding with you at the same pace, lips still on yours as he let out low groans of satisfaction.

His right hand slowly went underneath your skirt to rub your inner thigh. You moaned and wiggled a bit, trying to get his hand off your damp panties, but he put his hand back to your side again. This was not part of the plan. Focus. You silently cursed and glared at him before he parted his lips to say something. He was still looking at your body.

“I think i’m about to cum” This was the first time he’s coming before the girl he’s fucking. What were you? What are you doing to him?

You kept grinding into his now hard dick, getting your hands inside his shirt and started playing with his nipples making him let out a small whine from the unexpected action. You kissed his jaw, everytime lowering more the kissed until you had to get his shirt off. to start sucking his nipples making him moan while still straddling him.

You had to focus. So when you felt him having some shock waves from the pleasure you stopped, leaving him hard and confused when you got into real life again. This was your time, you caught him out of guard without his infinity and punched him hard on the face making him fall down. 

But when you got on top of him to give him a last punch you never expected him to push you back with a strong wave of energy, making you fall and hit yourself with a tree.

Everything started fading away, making you dizzy, the last thing you saw, was a white haired man looking at you without his blindfold with a impressed but still dark face inspecting you.

“You’re definitely a mess.” That’s the last thing you heard before everything turned black.

What was he looking for? If you want now we fall... 

Hope you enjoyed my first jjk fic! I might do a pt2 if this gets support! Remember to give a heart ♡

[sarang-noori]

I WILL KEEP YOU SAFE

(A/n: Lil prompt i found, Calcharo has me on a choke hold.Literally. This is f!reader x calcharo....hope u enjoy this)

Calcharo the leader of the Ghost Hounds, a multinational mercenary group. I met Calcharo totally as an accident, him saving you from a group of exiles surrounding me, harassing for something i have even forgotten at this point.

Calcharo being a very stoic and 'no talk unless needed' kinda man was really hard to get along with at first. But i was adamant to befriend him. Showing up with him to businesses, trying to talk with him; those tactics eventually got through his hard shell.

The only way he decide to acknowledge my efforts was when i said i wanted to join hos group, he was strictly against that, saying "if you want protection i am here for that, i dont want you to join my group to have protection or to befriend me. If you want to become strong i'll teach u to become stronger, and i will befriend u if you want a friend. But i dont want you to be a mercenery just for those reasons, you have a bright future in front of you". Those were his words.

Its been quite sometime since that day, Chalcharo and i were closer than ever; he was still the grumpy, stoic man, and i was the same ball of sunshine. His group members were quite shocked at first when i was able to befriend the hot yet scary looking man. And seeing him laugh, left like was as if spring is here.

It was no news that slowly your feelings for him turned romantic. The way he protects me from harm, the way he looks after me, even when he scolds me when i did something stupid and put myself in harms way making him worry, or when i just did something cringey cute to make him laugh.

My little heart slowly started falling for the grumpy tacet holding man. So one day i decided to pick up the courage and just express my feelings, you entered their base greeting whoever greeted me until i reached Calcharo, sitting and doing some work, and hearing him sigh.

"Hey there big guy, whats wrong?" Saying as i placed my chin over his head while standing behind him. "Ughh its nothing just paperwork, whats up lil girl, what r u doing here today?" He said groaning and letting down his pen and taking a hold of my hand and pulling me beside him beside the desk, while keeping a hold on your hand.

"Well, i ...uh....i wanted to tell you something" you somehow managed to speak up, nerves getting a hold of you. "Are you okay?? Are you hurt? Is everything alright?" Calcharo immidiately stood up, alertness and worry visible in his eyes clearly, ready to destroy anything. "Am okk Cal, its not that serious, actually. Am good am great. Trust me." I said gripping his hands tighter in mine. "Okk then, go ahead and tell me what you have on your mind then".

"I have started to have feelings for you, its been some months since i started feeling this way, and you have been on my mind alwa - mmmph" before i could finish my speech of how i fell in love with him, soft pair of lips captured mine, making me stop mid way. "I'm so happy am not the only one" i heard Calcharo say in between the kiss, which turned more rushed and passionate as we both realised our mutual liking to each other.

His one hand grabbing on top my waist, the other on the back of my neck, my arms wrapped around his neck and fingers tangled in his beautiful long white hair. The kiss turned feverent, until we both ran out of breath, pulling away we placed our forheads together, panting yet smiling. Holding my face in his hands, he placed a tender kiss on top of my forehead. Doing the same thing, i placed a kiss on his forhead where his tacet mark lies.

"I was waiting for this for so long, from now on i will always keep you safe. No harm will ever come to you" he sealed his words with a kiss.

A/N: Anddddd were done with the story...its a bit weird probably cuzzzz its been so long since i wrote something and idk why but i cant make stories...like the brain juice is not working properly....and also i have exams from the 13th...which is really like after few days...its a pain. But i hope u enjoyed it....luv you byeee. Stay hydrated and happy reading♡♡

[lewisyellowhelmet]

feel so close

summary: lewis hamilton x reader

You meet Lewis at the club after the Las Vegas launch.

content: 18+!!!! general m/f sex acts. established relationship. let me know if u want anything else flagged!

word count: 1k+

You’re late, flights and traffic and the heady crush of Vegas. By the time you’re pushing through the club, your phone is a mess of texts and calls from Lewis, each more garbled by the last. He’s started just sending you your own name in capitals and a strange string of emojis, heavily featuring hearts and dancing figures. You give your name to the burly man guarding the VIP section, and then there’s an assistant leading you through the maze of dancers and sponsors and various people from the launch until you’re bursting out between a group to Lewis, a pink drink in his hand matching the flush on his cheeks.

 You see his mouth form your name, can’t hear him over the music, laugh as he crushes you into his chest. He’s lost his jacket, smells like sweat and vodka and cologne, the drink dangerously close to tipping down your back as he nuzzles into the side of your face.

 “Here you are!” Lewis is saying, and you know you’re missing parts of sentences as he stumbles back from you and then close again, a dopey grin on his face and eyes glazed. He looks so happy. It makes your chest fill up, all full and content, pleased that he’s pleased.

 “Here I am,” you tell him, gratefully take the drink he’s offering a try of. It’s sweet and strong, fizzing on your tongue. People move around you in one big pull and push, dancing and talking and laughing. You’re aware of people calling him, trying to tug him away, get his attention, but Lewis is centred on you, urging you to finish his drink, torn between trying to kiss you again and find you your own cocktail.

 By the bar, you have to turn away from him, let his face find your jaw, neck.

   “Stop,” you say, pushing his face away, but he just licks over your palm, laughing, and there’s no bite to your scolding. It’s dangerous to be like this, so many people around, anyone could see. You want to keep this to yourself, just for a bit longer, this special, private thing with him. But then you’re taking a tequila shot, licking the salt off Lewis’ wrist and sucking on a lime, leaning into the hot press of his body, and nothing really matters anymore.

 The night takes on the heady blur of intoxication and the joy of being surrounded by people having a good time, the pound of music, Lewis’s arm slung around you as he introduces you to his friends. Everyone knows who you are already, tease him and hug you, and you feel yourself falling into the group, enveloped within them, already a part of it. You love Lewis like this, drunk and lazy and happy, stupid dance moves and this big, lovely grin on his face, shining eyes. Up on the stage with him, jumping and laughing and letting your body do whatever it wants to do, carried by the familiar thump of club hits. Every so often, you catch people holding phones up, pointing, filming, but the liquor has kicked in, and Lewis is so happy, it’s easy to look away, let him drag you in, let him grind into you and lick into your mouth. He shoves his cap on your head, insists on taking what must be an incredibly badly lit photo of you on his phone. The black material of his t-shirt clings to him, skin shining with sweat and joy and your touch. The night runs on and you lose yourself to it, the music, the laughter, the friends, and Lewis, grinning at you, never not beside you.

 Time isn’t anything. Nothing is real. The lights flash blue and purple and green and you’re anonymous and Lewis is no one. Just you and him. Moving to the beat, pressed in close, skin sliding. Everything is electrically perfect. A sliding, dizzy moment that goes impossibly on and on. You feel intrinsically connected to everyone in the room. Lewis takes a shot and licks the chaser out of your mouth. You surrender to it, to him, to everything.

Saying goodbye, hugging everyone you can see, trying not to blush under the knowledge that you’re going back with Lewis, that everyone knows, that he’s chosen you, he wants you. You can feel people watching, knowing, seeing, but it feels good, like this, pride. His big arm around around your shoulders, his hat on your head, the way he rubs his face on yours. You want to devour him. Lick the salt off his skin, the alcohol out of his mouth, hold him down and watch him come apart. He keeps looking at you with this heavy, dazed look, like he’s already there in his head.

 The hotel is just down the Strip, the fresh air cool on your cheeks as you hurry down the street, bumping into each other, tripping on nothing and laughing too loud. At somewhere past the half way point, Lewis guides you into an alley, the shadow of a building, gets you between his body and the wall, kisses you until you can’t think, can’t speak. He makes lovely, soft sounds into your mouth, has his big hand around your throat, the other spanning your waist, holding you to him so you can feel where he’s hard against your belly.

 “You make me,” Lewis is panting, pausing between words to kiss you again, like he can’t put a thought together without it, “I don’t fucking know what it is. Crazy. Make me crazy.”

 “You’re drunk,” you tell him, even as the words feel big and lazy in your mouth from your own intoxication.

 “Doesn’t matter,” he says, kisses you again, licking behind your teeth, laughs when he steps away and you sway forward, grasping for him.

 “Come on,” Lewis says, tugging you back out into the street, “We gotta get back before I lose it and just fuck you on the street.”

You barely notice the hotel room, it’s dark shapes and the floor to ceiling windows. You feel innocent in a strangely lovely way, wiped clean, stood by the bed with him, undressing, giggling, stumbling out of socks. Lewis is hard and flushed, standing off his body, a silhouetted figure in the city lights, the wide span of his shoulders, angles of his hips, muscles of his legs.

 “Fuck,” you say, just looking at him, laugh at your own delight, let him wrestle you onto the bed, clumsy and warm and pretending to get away and not wanting to at all.

 Lewis is drunk, and endearingly so. Clumsy in a way he isn’t, usually, and so ready to laugh and tease and kiss. Rubs his hands down your body, spreads your legs for him so he can lick hot and wet, spit into the centre of you. Your fingers twist into his hair, his eyes half lidded looking up your body. Folds his arms over your hips so you can’t move, steady movement of his tongue over you and into you. The alcohol numbs sound, thoughts, embarrassments, so you don’t care when you groan, writhe up into his arms, pull at his hair. Everything is so overwhelming in the best way, feeling him drool over you, bite at the inside of your thighs and tell you how good you taste, how he can’t wait to get in you.

 Giggling as he crawls up your body, kneeling on you accidentally, his hasty apology, brow furrowed with concern until you smooth it out. His cock is throbbing against your belly, leaking wet on your skin.

 “It’s okay,” you tell him, for the third time, taking him into your hand so he keens and curls over into your neck, laving his tongue over the tendon in your throat. You thumb over the head, just to hear the sweet, wounded sound he makes, vibrating into your skin. Notching him where you’re open and wet from his mouth, the blunt tip of him pushing through, spreading you.

 “Oh, God, oh, God, Lewis, fuck,” you say, head tossed back into the pillows, Lewis’ forehead pressed to yours so you can swallow his breath as he sinks home, groans into you. It feels like he’s touching every part of you, everywhere, his body laid out over yours, his cock so deep, taking you, having you. You want to cry, dragging him into a kiss, biting at him.

 It’s messy and fast and feverish, one leg over his shoulder as he fucks into you, harsh snaps of his hips that you feel all over, no need to be quiet, no need to slow it down. His rhythm is sloppy, but it only makes it more addictive, more overwhelming, knowing he wants it so bad, that he wants you so bad.

 “Baby, you feel so good, fucking. Amazing,” Lewis says, his body slick with sweat, his breathing shallow and raspy, and he’s grinning, laughing, eyes all crinkled up and teeth white and sharp. You tangle your hand in his hair, wrap yourself up in him, come with a shout, delirious and drunk and vibrating with the joy of it all.

 He fucks you through it, trying to hold himself steady, his chain dragging over your collarbones, but his hand is a fist in the sheets beside your head, his chest heaving.

 “I’m,” he says, but he’s coming already, rutting into you, jaw slack and eyes screwed shut, moaning all ragged and breathless.

 “Fuck,” he pants into your mouth, hips jerking through the aftershocks, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He’s heavy and solid above you, still kissing you, smoothing your hair off your damp face. You blink up at him, smiling so big your face hurts.

Things are spinning but Lewis is at the centre, sprawled out on the bed with you, a tangle of white sheets and limbs. His big hand anchored on your belly, insisting on lying all pressed up against you despite the heat of your bodies. He keeps laughing at nothing, and when you ask why he smiles this soft, secret way and says, “I’m just happy.”

[wolfawaycamp]

Would it be possible to get a Furblyg drabble where the roles are reversed and Nick is taking care of a sick/slowly turning Abi 👉👈

🌦️ um. infected abi wanted to go a little feral my bad. she's insane in the membrane

Something was pulsing, red-hot and crawling, under Abi’s skin. She had never felt so hungry before. She wanted to take that cup of water Nick was trying to give her just to pour it over his stupid pretty hair. She wanted to kick him in the shins, watch him fall to the floor, then kiss him at her height. She wanted to sink her teeth into the flesh of his neck and—

“Abi? Do you… want this?” Nick asked, with awkward posture and with his eyes flitting around. She could hear the water sloshing quietly in the cup and it made her sick to her stomach.

“No!” was what came out of Abi’s mouth before she could even think about it— sharp, angry. She had to be normal. This wasn't her. She was just… tired. “Um— no… thank you?”

Nick looked worried, but put the cup down by Abi. Fuck off, Nick. She was fucking fine. He sat down by her and she found herself salivating. She felt like she was losing her mind.

“Are— are you okay?” Nick asked gently. Why did he think he had the right?

Abi looked at him directly then, anger gnawing at her insides like a wild beast. “Do you like me, Nick?”

Nick flinched back as if he was scared of her. “Yeah,” he murmured.

“Then why did you let me get fucking mauled? Big strong six foot man would rather run than help the girl he likes?” she said, pissed off but distantly aware that she wasn't one to voice things so directly.

“I thought you were behind me— I swear. Then I looked back… and you were gone,” Nick said, on the verge of tears, and Abi felt like she might cry too.

“Oh,” Abi said, wrath still still thrashing inside her, now aimless and making her feel like she was burning. It turned back to Nick with no other target in sight— she grabbed him by the collar, and asked, “How am I supposed to trust that?”

She watched his Adam's apple dip in his throat. “I don't know. But— but I'm not lying, Abi.”

Then she was looking at his lips— they were going to kiss in the woods, but something in her had been… hesitant. She wasn't hesitant anymore. What if they kissed right here? Someone could walk in at any moment but his lips just looked so… biteable. His blood would probably taste good. It smelt good.

His hand was over hers on his collar and pulling it away. “You— you look really sick,” he said, shuffling backwards.

Dizzied by her own mind, she admitted, “I feel it.”