#but in the meantime I need to bury my head in a hole

[kiwicopia]

I'm here for the hybrid au event and I chose *flips trough characters* Gojo from jujutsu kaizen

So *haem*

I'm shy,kind,selfless,friendly,reallyparanoid and anxious,sensitive and doesn't talk much with new people even tough I want to,currently battling depression and gloomy,not positive person,rarely.

Loves to info dump about Anime,cartoons and cute stuff.

Loves to draw

I have adhd and autism so sometimes I have the urge and need to.stim and have that hour of hyperactivity

I'm shy about sex but I'm easy to turn on and I can get into it,I love a dom partner and someone that loves to help my sexual needs some time to time,as I will do the same for them.

For animals I'm not allergic to any and I love every kind of them,maybe fluffy ones? Nha I love all off them.

It can be smuth and fluff (if you cant do.both then smuth)

I dont have anything more to.say so here ya go bestie a cocco-nana :D(I love your work btw)

TW: Great Pyrenees!Gojo, crotch sniffing, whiny!Gojo, ruts, mating press position, knotting, cumflation.

He thought he was better than this, considering he had gone through this multiple times. Still, he couldn't help the low whine that vibrated in his throat as his face pressed into your crotch, inhaling your sweet scent. His tail wagged as his cock throbbed, the bulbous head leaking precum as the mere thought of what he was going to get to do with you excited him. Satoru couldn't help it, and he kept telling himself to be slow and gentle with you as he finally sank in.

You were warm and hugged his dick so tightly that he thought he was going to bust then and there, but the canine kept himself steady. His thrusts were slow at first, feeling your insides before his pace quickened. Satoru lost all control when you clenched around him. His hands gripped your hips, his claws just barely digging into the skin as he fucked into you. His ears were flat against his head as he pushed your legs up, getting you into a mating press, and his tongue lolled out in bliss.

The moment was euphoric, and even more so when his climax reached its peak. He whined as he blew a load, his thick cum painting your insides white. Satoru didn't even realize that he knotted inside of you, keeping you locked with him and his seed trapped in your hole. "Sorry," he muttered in apology. In all honesty, he didn't plan to knot in you, but his body had a mind of its own during this time. Not that you minded.

In the meantime, he rolled you both over, letting you rest on him while he buried his face into your hair. He would let you relax for the moment, until it came time to do it all over later.

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Y’know, son, your dad and I go way back. 

Worked together from right around the time you were born, and you guys moved in down the street not long after. We’ve been drinking buddies ever since. I got him through it when your mother left, got him laid again, got him working again, got him off the alcohol. So, when he said he wanted some help with you, I didn’t hesitate. 

‘Bill’, he says to me a few weeks back, ‘Bill, I don’t know what to do. Johnny turns 18 in a week and I need your help.’ Turns out he’d spied you masturbating and was surprised because you were jacking off to daddy porn - with a pair of his undies stuffed in your mouth. 

‘Bill’, Mick says, ‘I need you to get Johnny out of the house. Have him go and stay with you for a couple weeks at least, please. If he turns eighteen under my roof, Bill,’ he says to me, ‘his birthday present’s gonna be a can of beer and then my beer can cock up his arse.’ 

So that’s why we arranged to have you stay here for a while. It was nothing to do with your dad having COVID or anything - he just didn’t want to have that temptation around. And, to be honest, I can see what he means. You’ve got a high, tight arse, son. And perfect dick-sucking lips. In fact, hell, I’ve been putting this off for a couple weeks at this point, but I think it’s time that bill was paid. Pass me my phone, son. I’m gonna film this next bit. See, I said to your dad, ‘Well, what do I get out of all this’, you know? And he said I could demand the use of your holes - both or either of them - at any point I chose after your eighteenth birthday, on the condition that I filmed it and sent it to him so he could jerk out a load over it. Son, it’s not been lost on me that you’ve been bugging your eyes out every time you’ve seen me without a shirt on or wearing a jock in the last couple weeks. That’s why I’ve been doing it. You’ve been biting your lip, desperate to suck me off, haven’t you, boy? Yeah. Well like I said, the bill comes due. 

Knees, faggot. Now. Good boy. 

Here’s what’s gonna happen, son. You’re gonna beg to suck my fat cock, and I mean you’re gonna sound fucking desperate. And you’re gonna call me Daddy while you’re begging. Then I’m gonna film you going to town on my dick, and after I’ve creamed, I’m gonna send the video to your dad.

So, you wanna suck Daddy’s big dick, son? Yeah? What was that, boy? ‘Please fuck my faggot mouth, Daddy’? Good boy. You know your place, don’t you, son? Yeah - on your knees begging for your Daddy’s dick. Go on then, boy. Get it in your mouth. All the way down, faggot. Slobber all over that meat. That’s the fucking stuff, boy, just like that. I want your nose buried in my fucking pubes, faggot. Go on, gag on that cock. Slut.

Fucking hell, Mick, I’ve gotta tell you, your son’s throat and mouth might be the sweetest I’ve ever had my cock in. It’s like I’m thrusting into silk. And he knows just how to deep throat a cock. Look up at the camera, boy. Yeah, let your dad see what a dirty cocksucking little faggot you are for big, hairy daddy bears. 

Good boy. You want your dad’s meat up your arse, don’t you, boy? There’ll be plenty of time for that, believe me. You ain’t going anywhere, faggot. For now, though, I need to shoot. Hands up on Daddy’s big hairy chest, boy. Run your fingers through that fucking rug. Good boy. You like that, don’t you, eh? Yeah. Maybe when I finally get around to raping your arse, I’ll let you bury your face in it while I cream up that cunt. 

In the meantime, boy, get tugging Daddy’s nipples. Harder. Harder, faggot. Fuck yeah. Feel my hands on the back of your head there, son? That’s the signal I’m taking full control of this blowjob, boy. I’m gonna fuck your face for you. I’m gonna thrust to the back of your throat and when I nut, it’ll be all over your fucking tonsils. You’ll have no choice but to swallow it all. 

Mick, I’m about to cum in your faggot son’s mouth. When I’ve finished, I’m pressing Send on this video, and I’m gonna give you half an hour to watch it, jack off and then get over here. 

You ready, faggot? Here comes Daddy’s load, you cunt. Oh, oh fuck, fuck, FUUUUUCK YEAH, YOU DIRTY LITTLE SLUT. FUCK. 

Open your mouth, boy. Yeah, just to prove you’ve swallowed the fucking lot like the whore you are. Good boy. See you in 30 minutes, Mick.

And that’s it sent, faggot. Now get under that rim seat over there. When your dad gets here, I want him to hear you fucking begging to rim and tongue my sweaty arsehole. Then after I’ve had a little talk with him, I’m gonna have him begging me to turn you into my collared slave and rape a load up your virgin cunt right in front of him. Show him what he’s never gonna get to fuck. I’ve seen your dad’s hard drive, and if he doesn’t want the police to see it too, he’ll do whatever he’s told. I’ll be inviting him round here every Saturday night to watch me and my mates gang raping your cunt, boy. And if he’s lucky, I’ll let him lick your pussy juice off my cock when we’ve finished. That’s as close as he’s ever gonna get to fucking your twat. Now get under that seat on your back, bitch. Tongue out, and start French kissing my arsehole like a good slut. Fuck yeah, boy. Right where you fucking belong. 

[gemini-sensei]

@sensei-venus here's some Robby for ya

I had an idea, but be aware this involves mentioned drug use, the selling of drugs, and smut. Also dom!Robby with a soft side, s1 Robby, rough sex, probably more.

So y'all know how in season one Robby was in trouble for selling drugs at school. I had the idea of Reader being one of his buyers.

She isn't a frequent user or anything, she just likes the high from time to time. She's usually good for her money and Robby doesn't have a problem selling to her usually, when he has something to sell or she asks him to get her something. He always seems to know where to get stuff when he needs some cash.

One day she wants something to feel good, but doesn't have the money for it. As she's asking Robby for it, she's trying to tell him she'll pay him back for it later, but he just can't take that. If he's gonna sell to anyone, he kind of needs the money right then.

"What if I make it worth your while?" she asks. She takes a step closer to him, though they were already pretty close using hushed voices. Her hand cups his crotch and she palms him, biting her lip as she gives him bedroom eyes. "Take it as my promise to get the money back to you or something like that."

He groans, unable to hold it in because her touch is somehow firm and delicate at the same time. He pushes his hip forward, thing her by the arm. She squeezes him and he kisses her.

"This is the only time," he tells her when he pulls away.

Then they're stuffing themselves into a stuffy broom closet that has little to no room for them. He's undoing his pants while she bunches her skirt up on her hips. His cock is half hard and he starts pumping himself while she plays with her folds, getting them nice and wet for him. When she holds herself open for him, he lines his cock up with her hole and grabs her hip right, then pushes into her slowly.

He shoves her against the wall, making her slightly bend forward so she's more exposed to him. Then he takes hold of both her hips and thrusts into her to the hilt. She moans loudly and he grunts harshly. "Shut up! Can't have you being so loud. Can't get caught selling you Molly and fucking this fat cunt."

She nods and bites her lip, barely havinf enough time to adjust to the feeling of his heavy cock buried in her cunt. It was so thick and rubbed up against the best places, she was squirming under him. He took it as the sign to pull back and thrust back into her, snapping his hips into her fat ass so hard that it might bruise. She finds herself clawing at the wall, moaning deeply as she gushes around the girth of his cock. He keeps a tight grip on her hips in the meantime, his nails digging into her skin and sure to leave little crescents indented there.

They're making a mess, trying to be as quiet as possible while knocking over brooms and cleaning supplies. At one point he has to brace himself on the wall over her head as he continues to pound her because her velvet walls squeeze him so finely. He's rendered speechless as he groans and grunts lowly in her ear, the rhythmic smacking of their bodies meeting filling the tiny room. She's gushing arousal down her thighs and his balls are slapping her clit, making her eyes roll up as she can only quiver and shake under him, taking the glorious beating from his cock.

"Fuck, you really wanted it today, huh," he manages to grunt out, making her shudder at the deep gravel in his voice. She tries to look at him and speaks, but she only let's out a pitched moan as he aims for her g-spot. "I thought I told you to be quiet."

He leans off of the wall and uses his hand to cover her mouth, pulling her back to him so her head is on his shoulder. As he fucks up into her, he smirks down at her. Her moans are far more muffled behind his hands, the cool strip of his rings pressed against her lips a sensation she never knew she needed to experience in her life until now.

"You're so tight. Almost seems funny how today of all days you couldn't pay up," he says, almost accusingly. She tries to shake her head, to tell him that wasn't the case at all, but his hold simply doesn't let her. He chuckles. "If you wanted me to fuck this pretty little cunt, all you had to do was ask, Reader."

He hits another spot deep inside her and watches her eyes roll up. Her cunt walls clench around him and he grunts, feeling the way her walls just keep pulling him into her, stronger, needier.

"You're gonna come, aren't you? I know you are because I can feel it. Your needy cunt is practically suffocating my cock." He starts moving faster, slamming into her with quick and rapid thrusts to get her to come so that he can pull out. He just wants her to finish first.

However, as she starts to come, she creams all over his cock. It cascades down the base of his cock and over his balls. Her walls squeeze him for dear life, milking him as she moans and squirms in his arms, and his mind becomes too hazy as suddenly comes. He forgets to pull out and just fucks his hot cream into.

He quiets his own moans of please by sucking on her neck. When he can't possibly fuck her anymore, he presses her against the wall again, his hips tightly against her ass. He cock still throbs, letting out the last few spurts of hot cum he has, and he stands there sucking on her neck for what feels like forever.

When he pulls out, only a little leaks out of her frothy, creamy hole. She fingers it back in because she's not looking to make a bigger mess than they've already made. She puts her panties back on quick, but she can't stop squirming. She feels so full, it's almost uncomfortable. Add in the pooling cum in her panties and she's set to be a squirming mess for the rest of the day.

Robby sees and thinks the worst. "I'm sorry, Reader. I really meant to pull out and finish in your mouth or something."

She looks at him, still fixing her clothes to be somewhat presentable when they walk out of that closet. "Oh, don't worry about it. I can handle that."

He feels a sense of relief wash over him, which is quickly overwhelmed by heat due to what she says next.

"Ya know, I'd you ever wanna do this again or your need somewhere to unload those heavy balls of yours, I'm always available."

She then puts her cum covered fingers in her mouth and hums as she sucks them clean. The blush on his cheeks deepens and he has to keep himself from ripping her panties off against. He settles for kissing her rather hungrily and pressing her body tightly against his, satiating himself until they can have each other again.

Before they slip out of the closet, he gives her a little baggie with two pills in it. What they originally entered that closet for but will never be the reason they decide to meet up again.

[meatiey]

HELLOOO!!!! Sub changbin x male reader where changbin just needs a rough fucking to forget all of his stress w all the idol stuff

AHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA SM🤭❤️

STRESSED

Sub! Changbin x Dom! Male reader

You sighed as you sat down against the couch, going on your phone in the meantime. You couldn't help but go through the text messages between you and Changbin.

He had promised that he wouldn't overwork himself again and that he would be home by 9pm.

It was already 10pm.

It was an hour past and yet he still wasn't home. Just then you heard the front door unlock. You turned to see Changbin walking through the door. He almost immediately ran up to you sobbing falling onto your lap.

"Hey, Binnie, what's wrong? Why are you so late?"

"I-I'm sorry...i, just, i, please help me." Changbin sobs. You pull him closer to you as he cries, burying his head into your neck.

"P-please just fuck me already. I'm so tired. I need you please. I need your cock in me so deep. I want you to fuck me so rough. I just wanna forget about all of this stress that's been on my mind. Just please."

"My poor baby. You've been so stressed lately huh. You deserve my cock don't you. I'll fuck you nice and good."

"Y-yes! please fuck me already!" Changbin nearly chocked on his own words. He was so needy. He just needed your cock to be in him. He wanted your cum in his tummy so badly.

"okay then. You take off your clothes while I go get the lube alright?"Changbin immediately nodded his head and slipped off of your lap so you could get up. As you left to grab the lube while Changbin took his clothes off.

You came back to see him naked laying on the couch with his face down ass up. His dick was already dripping precum.

You put a generous amount of lube on your fingers. You hovered over him as you entered a finger into his pink hole.

"p-please move already." Changbin stuttered, needy for you.You showed no mercy. You fucked your finger into him and soon adding a second finger. His moaning slowly turning more high pinched the more you fucked him.

He nearly screamed when you added two more fingers making it now four fingers in his hole. You loved stretching him out. He was so cute like that. "please! faster, please! ugh oh my god!"He was moaning loudly as you proceeded to fuck his hole at a fast pace. he was already so close to his release.

"please! I'm gonna cum please! oh my god, don't stop!"

"You gonna cum?"

"Y-yes!" Changbin moaned, choking on his words."

"Go ahead baby. Make a mess for me."

Changbin released onto the couch, white cum dripping from his cock. You eventually took your fingers out of his hole. Changbin whined at the feeling of nothing in him. His hole desperately squinched around nothing.

You took off your pants and boxers and put lube on your cock. You gave yourself a few pumps before entering Changbins needy hole.

He moaned at the feeling of being full again. You gave him some time to adjust before you slowly started to move inside of him.

Changbin moaned and whined at the overstimulation.

"Such a good boy for me. Taking masters cock so well."Changbin whined as he moved his hips, desperate for you to move. Changbin was lost in pleasure when you slammed into his hole showing no mercy once so ever. Slamming into him at an ungodly fast pace.

Changbins mouth locked wide open, and moaned louder than ever once you hit his prostate.

"ugh right there! dont stop! keep hitting there please!"You fucked him in that same angle, hitting his prostate each time. His wet tip getting friction from the couch below him as well.

Your cock was balls deep in him as you pounded into his ass. the sound of your thighs slapping together filled the room as well as Changbins pathetic whimpers and moans.

"f-fuck! please I'm gonna cum! keep going don't stop- please oh my god!"

Changbin moaned loudly as you fucked him.You were close to your release as well.

"I'm close too, baby. aw I bet you wanna be filled with my cum huh. You want my cum to make a bulge in your tummy?"

"Y-yes! fuck! I wanna hold your babies! please cum in me!" He kept whining and moaning about how much he needed your cum.

Soon both of you had released. Changbin shaking from the overstimulation and the cum dripping out of his hole.

"so full..." He mewled.You took your cock out of his hole and turned him around so his face was facing you. You moved his hair out of his face before giving him a few kisses.

"You doing good? Do you feel better, baby?"

"of course. I've never felt better." Changbin replied, with a soft smile and teary eyes from earlier.

Help this was so bad💀

[forever-fixating]

WIP Wednesday

Shout out to @onthewaytosomewhere @priincebutt and @piratefalls for the tags! Second verse, same as the first; we got two WIP teases today again from living in a new normal and A Tournament for His Heart! Both bits are spicy (or spicy-adjacent). Enjoy, loves!

living in a new normal

(Alex is italics, Henry is regular)

Check your inbox. After our last conversation, let’s just say I was…inspired. Enjoy, love.

OMFG!!!!

fuck, baby. that was…

Did I break you?

shut the fuck up

Now is that any way to show your gratitude?

im sorry, im sorry

i really fucking loved it

thank u

There’s my good boy. You’re very welcome, love.

i want to be good for u, ur baby boy

I like the sound of that.

i wish i had something to call u when we talk like this

Why don’t you Google some titles?

fucking duh, ur so smart or im just braindead from that fucking story

okay so im scanning this article and i think i found something

promise to tell me if its lame?

I’m certain it won’t be, but I give you my word regardless.

so theres the usual stuff like sir or daddy

which i dont really like

sir feels too impersonal or whatever and there is only one man i call daddy and thats my actual father

Of course, love. Whatever makes you feel safe and comfortable.

but i kinda like my lord?

cause ur hot and british

like not to be an american cliche but ur fucking accent does things to me, baby

I love it.

And you’re not the only cliche here, Alex. I’m not sure if you realize it, but your accent seems to come out in certain settings, like when you’re drunk or extremely aroused.

u can just say horny hehe

so im ur baby boy and ur my lord?

Sounds perfect, love.

yay!!!

A Tournament for His Heart

“Fuck me,” he begged as Vincent took his spot behind Henry, stroking his quivering hole with a calloused finger. “Make me forget who I am.”

Vincent reached for the vile of oil on the small table next to his bed, and Henry turned his head to watch him slick up his fingers. Soon, Henry was full, those gifted digits stretching him and reaching that sweet spot inside that made Henry moan. But that was not enough. Henry reached behind him to stroke Vincent’s cock, begging, “I’m ready. Please, fuck me hard.”

Vincent smacked his ass and took his cock in hand. Henry groaned as he slid inside him. Once he sensed Henry was ready, he began fucking the prince at a relentless pace. One hand gripped Henry’s hips while the other yanked on his hair, sucking a bruise on his racing pulse that Henry would have to hide with a spell for days afterward. But it was worth it. For a heady moment, the world and its many troubles were held at bay as they took what their bodies needed. Henry let his eyes fall closed and imagined Alex. Did he seek out comfort in another’s arms as Henry did? Would he hate Henry for what he did now?

Forgive me, cariad, Henry pleaded as Vincent’s cock pistoned in and out of him like a raging bull.

Henry came with a broken sob, and Vincent soon followed, groaning as they both collapsed onto their sides on the mattress. As Henry struggled to catch his breath, Vincent nuzzled his neck and stroked his hip, his cock still buried deep inside Henry. It felt nice, loving even, though no such thing existed between them.

“Will you stay tonight?” Vincent asked. “Surely whatever troubled you will keep for an evening.”

Henry thought of returning to the palace, of lying in a cold, dark bedchamber alone, and he wanted to weep. He knew he would be reprimanded if it were discovered where he had gone and what he did. But here, in his substitute lover’s arms, he felt cherished, if only for a moment.

He let himself relax into Vincent’s rough but warm embrace and closed his eyes, whispering, “I’ll stay.”

A/N- Don't worry yall; Henry's heart still belongs to Alex. He just needs to be held (and other things) in the meantime. Chapter one is basically finished, I just need to rewrite the beginning a little to add another character. And much like Alex, I have a peekaboo Southern accent. Chapter three of LNN is about halfway done, I just have two more cities to get through. This chapter will be an epistolary chapter of longing journal entries between the boys and fun text convos. I'm kinda in love with it, and I hope you will be too! I just finalized the band's European tour schedule. Anyone interested in a sneak peek?

Later, taters!

I think most of the people I usually tag have already been tagged, so open tag!

[sasclostchild]

Sage x Reader

In reaction to the UNITED TOGETHER trailer because of my pathetic sage simp friend:

As you see Sage rush over to Viper, healing her up close, a small tinge of jealousy washes over you.

"Ahaha ouch I'm hurt too, please help" you shyly mutter in a moment of uncertainty but you catch yourself and continue in a joking tone "Ahaha Sage, you broke my heart can you fix that too?" pointing finger guns at her and viper.

A slight blush graces her face for but a moment before it is gone and she rolls her eyes "Sure thing, my heal is up in about half a minute..." her voice fades out as gunfire draws closer and you look around, almost having forgotten that you're still in an active mission.

Time to impress Sage, you think to yourself as you ready your weapon. You lean against the box, your only cover between you and the approaching enemy. They seem to know that someone is behind it as they are shooting loose shots through the box. One wiffes past your ear and covers you in splinters. Quickly you try to calculate the angle of fire in your head and in turn put your own gun against the box, pulling the trigger.

A short cut off scream on the other side confirms your kill.

To make sure the threat is gone you peek out of the cover, gun at the ready.

Having peeked too far out in your overconfidence made you exposed to two agents at once though.

Surprised you try to get back into cover while at the same time taking out the enemy. You hit one of them in the shoulder as your body is flung back by the weight of a bullet hitting your chest.

Out exposed in the open, laying breathlessly on the ground you look over to see Sage, a shocked expression on her face. It turns to anger.

"You will not kill my allies!"

Your ears are still ringing but you don't need to hear the words to know what they mean.

An orb leaves her hand making sure the Omega-Earth Chamber that shot you is not getting away and with precise movements she peeks out the perfect distance and takes him down. Another radianite orb lands on the ground in front of you, growing into a crystallized wall.

Now kneeling she gently pulls you into a sitting position whispering softly "Your duty is not over, sweety", a tear in her eye.

Warmth spreads throughout your body and you know it's her warmth. As you slowly come back to your senses, she doesn't let go of you, pulling you into a close hug.

"You little dummy" her forehead now touches yours and you feel her breath against your skin. "What would you have done had I not been able to help you.. What would I have done without you?"

Tears are now openly flowing down her cheeks.

"I knew you got my back.. I knew I could trust you"

Viper has in the meantime cleaned up the rest of your enemies and is leaving you two alone.

You lift your arm, an exhausting feat right now but worth every muscle ache. You lay your hand on her cheek, wiping away a tear with your thumb "I'm sorry for making you worry. Thank you for that."

Sage grabs your hand and holds it close pulling you into an even stronger embrace, burying her face in your neck, giving you a light kiss on it.

"Argh ouch ouch ouch..." your chest still hurts from where you've just been shot through a moment ago.

She holds you at arms length and looks you up and down, finally resting her eyes on the hole in your not quite bulletproof vest. "Let's get you out of this" she says and you could swear you saw a little smirk there for a moment.

Before you can protest or even think about whether you even want to protest, her hands are already working on the straps of your vest, quickly removing them one by one until she finally starts pulling it over your head, careful not to hurt you in the process.

She straddles you, resting herself on your legs, looking you straight in the eyes.

"So you still need some mending, huh?" The smirk is now undeniable.

"Yes" you mumble.

A hand slams the wall beside your head and a little jolt goes through your body, straightening your back.

"Yes Ma'am" you repeat, your voice this time mostly clear but with a small shake to it.

"Good, sweety" rolls off her tongue.

Another orb appears in her hand. "You know, healing is best applied directly to the wound"

The smirk has grown to a cheeky grin by now. You gasp. It's obvious her sorrow has gone out of the window at this point.

Her left slightly lifts the hem of your shirt as her right with the orb sneaks it's way under it.

Slowly working her way up to the point where you've been shot, she draws her face closer to yours, her lips getting closer and closer. Having found the wound, she applies the orb, a tingle spreading through your chest, reaching all the way into your back. But all that takes a backseat in your mind as you can only think about her lips so close to yours. Your noses are barely touching by now and your breath is growing heavier.

But instead of ever arriving she changes her approach and gives you a slight headbutt.

"And don't you ever do that kind of thing again" she pushes her finger into your chest.

"Now get up. Let's grab some food on the way home. Tonight you're sleeping on the couch."

[manhattan-gamestop]

Love that stage of embarrassment that makes you go “seems like Antarctica is a good place to live why don’t I move there”

[caspercryptid]

Hi! Been stalking for a while but since your requests are open, I thought I'd drop in for the first time 💜

Could you please tell us an insomniac bedtime story featuring Jayce/Jayvik with the concept of kintsugi? As an artform it has helped me a ton with all the hardships I put my body through, maybe it could help others too...

In the meantime, stay safe and amazing!

☄️🐉

So this is a deeply deeply deeply strange way to have fulfilled this request, and for that I apologize. Angst with a happy ending. Everything Is Fine I Promise.

Kintsugi, also known as kintsukuroi, is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum _______

Jayce doesn’t know how long Viktor’s been dead when he finds him.

The body is half-buried in Pilt-mud and if it weren’t for the weight, Jayce wouldn’t even be sure that there was a body inside the armor. It’s all deactivated, the lenses in the mask cracked, not a single bit of flesh exposed or remaining. Viktor’d apparently closed the helmet around the back of his head where his hair used to be exposed, the back of the helmet coming up in a little metallic crest, like it’s imitating the effect of Viktor’s half-wild curls.

Jayce half-wonders what the point was, when surely he could have welded it to his jaw, but there’s nothing to feel about that, the last of Viktor’s organic matter hidden away. The body may as well be a robot’s, but that robot was once the most important person in Jayce’s life, so he’s careful as he lifts him from the earth and carries him home.

There’s nothing to feel, or at least, That’s what Jayce tells himself, because he isn’t. Feeling. Objectively, scientifically, there should be some reaction. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. But Energy wasn’t supposed to be created or destroyed, either, and Jayce feels the space in the world where Viktor was like a black hole, like a void, but that wasn’t new. He’d felt it for years. So he does all he can think to do, and he gets to work.

Step one: Clean.

He gets a hose and blasts off the armor, clearing everything he can, and then he gets a toothbrush and goes to work in the fine joints. It’s slow-going: silt has pushed into every crack and wire and circuit it could find, and there are so many cracks. The armor is beat to hell. It shouldn’t be splintering like this, and Jayce hates the thought of the heat and force that must have been applied to it to get it to do this. He pushes past that thought and he keeps at it.

Step two: Disassemble

Jayce has to draw up blueprints based on his understanding of each part he removes, and he removes no more than necessary to clean under them. He’s still not entirely sure what he’s doing, but he starts to understand as the papers build up around him, the project taking up more and more of his lab. He wants to understand. He needs to.

Step three: Repair

The hexcore responded well to gold. That hadn’t been useful information back in his first experiments- they could never afford it with the Kirammans' money- but it’s useful information now as Jayce goes into the shoddy piecemeal wiring Viktor had replaced with whatever the hell he could get his hands on– mostly copper stripped from Piltover’s electrical systems, if Jayce had to guess– and replaces it with gold. He welds and he replaces and he works around the hexcore powering Viktor’s suit, still humming with life, because removing it feels like a final act of disrespect. Jayce doesn’t touch it, doesn’t pull out Viktor’s heart to hold it in his hands. If the suit was going to be Viktor’s final resting place, than Jayce was going to make it worthy of him. Of his best friend. Of the man he’d been once before he gave it all up and put himself through so much for Piltover, and then for Zaun. He had built the city of progress and then gone home and tried to undo his own work, and at first Jayce hadn’t understood it.

Oh, Jayce understood breaking down. Jayce understood backbreaking labor, but he’d done it for himself. He’d done it because he had to. He’d believed in the city, sure, believed in progress and innovation and the whole nine yards, but he had been working for ideals more than for people. He was very good at inventing life-saving technology and not very good at comforting crying children. Did one matter more than the other? He was starting to think that he’d been wrong to think so.

Viktor had understood the details and missed the big picture, sometimes. Viktor had invented technologies with the most heinous possibilities and not understood, because he was a good man. He wouldn’t misuse them. Viktor had been excellent with children.

Jayce is still not entirely sure what he’s doing, even as he does it, or maybe he understands perfectly, and there are simply a hundred different reasons and explanations. He wants to do one last thing for his friend. He wants to soothe the ache of the years they’d spent apart. He wants to heal the wound that’s just as much in his own heart as it is in Viktor’s chest, as he uses gold to repair the cracks in the armor, just because he can.

He’d never much liked the Machine Herald armor. It wasn’t because there was anything wrong with it, but because he missed the face underneath it so much.

When he removes the top layer of broken amber glass, he gets a shock.

Through a clear layer of something too strong to be just glass, he can see Viktor’s eyes.

They’re closed, but that’s not the shocking part. There’s... no decay. No sign of injury, no cold pallor of death. He looks like he’s simply asleep.

Jayce half assumes he’s hallucinating, numbly replaces the amber lenses with a brighter shade that matches the gold through the cracks in the armor, and he tries not to think about it.

The more he avoids the thought, the more it bothers him. There has to be something. He removes the chestplate again, does what he said he wasn’t going to do, takes a closer look at the hexcore.

It’s.... cracked.

Without fully knowing what he’s doing, moving again in a daze, Jayce removes the hexcore from his hammer. Piltover switched to synthetic over a decade ago– it’s one of the few remaining. He’s quick and careful as he reaches into Viktor’s chest, pulls out the core, and replaces it with the one from his hammer.

The cracked one in his hand sparks and fizzles, and Jayce realizes a second too late that Viktor’s armor was definitely designed to keep it stable, and he is almost certainly about to die. He has just long enough to think that this is almost poetic before there is a very bright blue flash, and then Jayce is being hit very, very hard, and there’s an explosion and he’s on the ground but he’s not dead and he blinks the spots out of his eyes and–

And Viktor is on top of him, shielding him.

“You fucking idiot.” he seethes. “What did you– why are you crying?”

Jayce realizes that he is crying, and that he can’t stop grinning. “You’re alive.”

“You–” Viktor seems to be trying to find the words, but he reaches up for his visor, and he pulls it up.

His eyes are gold and black, now, but his skin is the same, the same moles under his eye and across his chin, just a touch of black metal at the corner of his jaw, on the side where it used to give him trouble.

“What did you do?” Viktor asks, reaching up to touch the visor and Jayce doesn’t answer, just throws his arms around Viktor’s neck and kisses him, and Viktor is kissing him back, and he feels the cracks in his heart gild over. They wouldn’t be the same. But they’d be alright.

[junicai]

hotel coffins.

| summary | donghyuck has a nightmare, and can’t get back to sleep. aria helps.

| word count | 1.6k

| warnings | nightmares, mentions of suffocation

| era | february 2019, the neo-city tour 

| request | requested by anon, prompt number 30.

30. "Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real."

The light in the hallway flicked on silently, illuminating the doorway's outline in an artificial glow. It was quiet outside, the night's still air a calm shadow that was ushered away by the overhead lamps.

Aria rolled over in her bed with a groan, muffling the sound into the hotel pillow that she had pushed to the side earlier that night. They were a cotton-polyester mix according to the tag on the inside of the pillow case, and it was too scratchy for her to lie comfortably on, so she has chosen to sleep on a balled up jumper instead.

Her bedroom door was gently pushed open by a tentative hand, light flooding into the darkened room without permission.

With her face still buried in the cotton, Aria waved a languid hand behind her, mumbling out, "If you're coming in, shut the door behind you. Some of us are trying to sleep."

There was a distinct lack of answer, the silence in the room growing more self-conscious each second.

She could feel herself slipping more into awareness with each passing second, and mourned the restful sleep she'd just been tugged out of.

With a deep breath, Aria sat up rubbing her eyes, watching in despair as the last vestiges of sleep slipped away from her.

She squinted in the bright light to try and make out who had broken into her room so late at night.

Donhyuck's small form came into a back-lit view, his shoulders hunched down and hands tucked into his sleeves.

"Hyuck?"

"I can't sleep." Donghyuck mumbled, dropping himself unceremoniously onto the ground beside her bed. He landed with a thump, and Aria winced slightly at the loud noise in the otherwise quiet room.

Rubbing at her eyes again, she peered at Donghyuck through half open eyes. He had closed the door before making his way over to the bed, and now the only light in the room by which she could see him was the small little drips that spilled in underneath the doorframe.

"Why? Did you have coffee or something?" Aria asked, words blurred together by sleep.

"No, I didn't- I just- I was trying, but I can't-" Donghyuck cut himself off with a huff, taking several deep breaths in to try and calm himself. His hands snaked up beside his head, twirling with his hair to tug loosely at the roots.

It was coarse beneath his fingers, courtesy of another recent round of bleaching. The sandy-blond strands sent pinpricks of pain to his scalp when he yanked on them, the pain grounding him in a dark room that left him feeling untethered. 

The darkness felt suffocating, and Donghyuck cursed himself for letting the door swing shut behind him. It had closed with a click that had felt oddly final, and had he more sense of mind, he would wonder if he was going to suffocate to death in the shadows of the room; a dark coffin constructed of a hotel room’s furniture. 

Hands unfurled his tight grip on his hair, clasping them in a tight grip instead. “Hey, no no. Don’t do that.” Aria had shifted from her bed to the ground beside him, holding his hands fast in her grip. 

Donghyuck glanced at her, sleep still hidden in the corner of her eyes, and fell into her embrace wordlessly, burying himself into the sleep shirt that she wore. 

She ran a hand over his head, soothing the aggravated scalp as she felt the first tell-tale signs of tears dripping onto her clothes, dampening the fabric. When she pressed a hand to his back, she felt bare skin beneath his rucked-up shirt, the skin sweat-soaked and warm, like he’d tossed and turned before seeking her out. 

“It’s okay.” Aria soothed, not stopping the movement of her hand on his head or his back. “It’s okay. You’re here, I’m here. Everything’s okay.” 

The room fell back into silence for a moment, only the sound of Donghyuck’s soft sniffles filling the air until he broke it with a quiet whimper. 

“It doesn’t shut up.” He whispered, emotions cloaked by the darkness that enveloped them. 

“What doesn’t?” 

“My head.” 

Aria’s arms tightened around Donghyuck’s body at that. “What happened?” 

With his face still hidden from her view, she had a hard time hearing his mumbled answer.

“Nightmare.” 

Ah. “The same one?” 

He nodded.

Perhaps she should have been expecting that one.

Aria was no stranger to the sleepless nights that seemed to follow you like a bad habit - when you were so utterly exhausted, right down to your bones, but your mind keeps spinning at a million miles an hour. 

There’s always an ache, she’s come to discover. A little hole in the back of your mind that tells you you’re not good enough, that you’ll never be good enough, that you shouldn’t be in bed, but instead sweating in an empty practice room until the mirrored-walls fogged up. 

Normally, the best way to escape that ache, was sleep.

But when sleep evades you, nightmares always find a way to take it’s place. 

Aria supposed that it was unfair to wish that Donghyuck was exempt from this thing - this ache that she knows permeates the days of most, if not all of her members - just because he didn’t deserve it. 

There’s a perpetual fear that follows them all, of never being enough, and it’s a story that runs on replay through your mind if you’re not careful enough to quieten it quickly. It’s oddly similar to a black hole, one that looms threateningly, eternally on the horizons of peace.

And even Donghyuck, the brightest of them all, can’t escape it some days.

It’s been a while since he’d come into Aria’s room in the dead of night for this reason - most of the time it was because of noisy roommates, or just simply for the company - and Aria had been foolish enough to hope that perhaps his nightmares had passed.

She thinks nothing of her own, they’d become a sort of a necessity to her routine at some point in time, but that is a different tale entirely. 

So, when Donghyuck’s tears come steadily, and his shoulders shake in silent cries, and his hands grip tightly at Aria’s for fear of what they’d claw at if they didn’t; Aria holds him twice as tightly, sat on the floor beside the bed. 

She coos lightly at him, soothing each shudder as they come, and counting the seconds in between each quiet sob to keep herself both quiet and calm in the meantime. 

“Shh. It was just a bad dream.” Aria whispered into the darkness. She could feel his body tense at the words, as if rejecting the reminder that it wasn’t the truth, that whatever hell his mind had conjured up for his own personal punishment wasn’t real.

“Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.” Aria refuted the words running through his mind without needing to hear them. 

“It feels real though.” Came Donghyuck’s whisper after a moment of quiet. His cries had petered off after a while, only small sniffles and the occasional cough filling the air.

If it weren’t for the fact that his voice was hoarse and still wet with tears, Aria would have questioned had he ever cried in the first place. But she knew Donghyuck better than anyone. And it was because she knew him so well, that she knew exactly what he was doing. 

“Stop that.” She softly chided, pulling Donghyuck away from her chest gently so she could look at his face.

He made a sound of protest at the action, only pulling back when he was guided by Aria’s hands. 

His face was pale, red blooming high on his damp cheeks, with a rosy nose. “What?” He coughed.

Aria only looked at him. “If you’re going to come in here, sit on the ground and cry in my arms for ten minutes, and then try and act all tough again, I’m going to kick you out.” 

Donghyuck let out a wet chuckle at that, and Aria could feel the tension in her shoulders loosen; just a little.

“You’re allowed cry with me. You just have to allow yourself to cry with me.” Aria poked his forehead with a finger. “Stupid.” 

With a sniffle, Donghyuck scrubbed at his face with his palm. “Sorry.”

“Stupid.” Aria hissed, pulling him back into a hug. He laughed this time - not as bright as usual, but closer, as close as she’d probably get until the sun rose to chase the shadows from the room - and Aria tightened her arms around him, Donghyuck’s own coming around her waist in return.

They sat there, for minutes. 

The room no longer felt suffocating, like the shadows had receded for the moment. They’d return, Aria knew. They never left for long, but Donghyuck had her.

Donghyuck had Aria, and if she wasn’t a dorm room down, then she was a phone call away. 

There would be no coffin made of the legs of the table, nor a veil made of the cotton-polyester pillowcase. 

Donghyuck would be alright, if Aria had anything to do with it. 

[holykillercake]

Barrels, Bets and Balls

pairing: Zoro x Drunk!Reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: The Straw hats are presented with millenary rum from an Ancient Giant Tribe and, well, no one is giving you that anymore. 

higlight:  ¨And then you said ¨maybe I should wear your underwear.¨

warning: Don´t read and drive. 

notes: HOLD MY BEER! Hi, guys! This was a lovely request from @roronoatrash for a drunk s/o! I have to say this is my first time writing a drunk character so I´m a bit nervous hahaha I really really hope you like it! Have fun and drink responsibly! <3 @vemuabhi​

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊!

¨Agh!¨ you mumbled when you tried to lift your head from the pillow. It felt like the Thousand Sunny had run over you a thousand times. 

¨Hm?¨

¨Regret ... mhbeh ... thing...¨ your mouth was so dry that talking became almost impossible.  

¨What´s that?¨ Zoro asked, definitely amused by your deplorable state.

¨Hmmm... I don´t... regret... anything.¨

¨Of course you don´t. You don´t remember anything.¨ he shifted on the bed, making it look like a black hole was opening in the mattress. ¨Here, take this.¨ He handed you something.

¨I don´t need your pity... ma-marimo.¨

¨This is not pity, Y/N. This is a painkiller. Come on, you´re gonna feel better.¨

When he helped you to sit on the bed, you noticed something stuck to the window, preventing the sun from entering and blinding you. The greenette removed a few locks of hair that laid plastered across your face before helping you with the herculean task of taking the pill.  

¨If the stupid cook is not dead he must have made coffee.¨ he stood up, grabbing your slippers and placing them in front of you. 

In the meantime, your mind tried to gather whatever useful information you had to understand what had happened, but everything was a void blank. 

¨You ok?¨ he asked, hand on the doorknob. ¨Do you want me to bring it to you?¨

¨No, it´s ok...¨ you pinched the bridge of your nose, making one last effort to remember at least a crumb of the previous hours. You were fast to give up, though. ¨What happened?¨ 

¨Uhhh, you got drunk and passed out.¨ he said like it was no big deal. 

¨Hmm, ok...¨ you took a few seconds to digest his words ¨but when you say ´you´ you mean ´you me´ or ´you guys´?¨

A chuckle left his mouth ¨Come and you´ll see.¨ 

The sun shone high in the sky, forcing you to wince back into your room like the time you had your shadow stolen. You stumbled and lowered yourself to the floor, crawling away from the light. 

¨You go!¨ you said dramatically, covering your eyes ¨Run away and leave me! Tell everyone... that I fought until the last moment!¨

Zoro scoffed at your poorly performed scene, walking closer to you and squatting, back turned to you. ¨Hop, soldier. We don´t leave nakamas behind, right?¨

Your cheeks reddened with his gesture, and you hid your hungover smitten smile on the crook of his neck. ¨Hold tight, Y//N.¨

Oh, I will. Ouch, my head!

As soon as you reached the main deck, your eyes widened, ignoring the bright sun, and your mouth fell in a perfect O. 

¨Oh my freaking... what happened here?¨

If it weren't for the countless barrels, you would have easily thought that you had been chewed up by a sea king. 

The Straw Hats were scattered across the deck, mixed with garbage, blankets, and rolls of toilet paper. Their unorthodox positions would definitely grant them a stiff neck.

Zoro carried you to the kitchen where you found Usopp and Chopper talking at the kitchen table.

¨... like I fasted in a desert for forty nights, and then I survived... a buster call. And like... all of the battleships were pointed at me. And I was catching fire before that.¨ you heard Usopp whine to the doctor, who wrapped some bandages on him. 

¨Oi, who made coffee?¨ Zoro asked purposely loud.

¨SHHHH!¨ you and the sniper hissed at him.

¨Sanji did.¨ Chopper answered ¨Oh, Y/N, how are you feeling?¨

¨Like my heart is beating in my head.¨

¨At least there´s a heartbeat.¨ the swordsman replied, putting you close to a chair so you could take a seat. ¨Hm, Chopper, I saw the cook dead outside.¨

¨Yeah, he made coffee and then passed out again.¨ Chopper discreetly pointed at Usopp´s bandages. 

¨He passed out and spilled hot coffee on me!¨ he roared, stopping midway to whine. 

¨But you two look pretty good, though.¨ You referred to Chopper and Zoro. 

Not Usopp, definitely not Usopp. 

¨Night watch. I didn´t drink last night.¨ the doctor sighed, relieved. 

¨And I can handle my alcohol.¨ the greenette bragged, placing a steaming cup of coffee in front of you. 

¨What happened anyway?¨ 

¨Oh! You don´t remember too, Y/N? That millenary rum was really strong!¨ Chopper asked, fascinated by the effects of the beverage. 

¨Millenary rum?¨ 

¨Yeah! It was a gift from an Ancient Giant Tribe!¨ 

¨Giant tribe?¨ you kept repeating every word he said, double-checking to see if you were not hearing things. 

¨Y/N, what´s the last thing you remember?¨

¨Hmm, let me see...¨ you rested your elbows on the table, hands covering your eyes. Wow, even thinking hurts.

                                                <~>

¨I swear to God, Tony! When Luffy falls into the water, you can not jump after him!¨ you yelled, panting from climbing back to the ship and soaking wet of salty water. 

He pouted and whined. You only called him ¨Tony¨ when you were upset with him. 

¨So-Sorry Y/N... AaaAgh...¨ his voice trembled, and you couldn´t help but soften a little. 

¨Ugh, forget it.¨ you laid down on the grass and sighed, the reindeer on your belly ¨Are you alright, Chopper?¨

¨Y-Yeah...¨

Zoro emerged a few seconds later, carrying Luffy on his shoulder. 

You had engaged in a fight against some bandits who were causing trouble on an island called Gran Brabados. From what you could understand, they were descendants of the Ancient Giant Tribe who emancipated from Elbaf after years of conflict. 

¨I don´t wanna be rude, but¨ Usopp spoke to one of them ¨I thought giants were warriors. Like Broggy and Dory. Those guys fought for over 100 years!¨

¨Well, most of us are, but some are not. That's why we left Elbaf.¨ the giant said ¨We're not interested in war, we're interested in rum!¨

All of you stopped for a second, wondering if you heard the same thing.

¨Eh?¨ you spoke.

¨We don´t make war! We make rum!¨ he threw his huge hands in the air, chest puffing out of pride.

¨Oi, really? Give us some!¨ Zoro immediately threw Luffy on the floor and ran towards the giant. Next thing you knew, the giant burst into laughter. 

¨Gabababa!¨ he hunched as he laughed ¨Sorry, but tiny people like you can't handle it! Gababababa!¨

You were not sure what offended you the most, he calling you all, who just saved their asses, weak or having to dodge the huge drops of saliva that came out of his mouth. 

After insisting a lot, he ended up giving in, presenting the straw hats with barrels and barrels of millenary rum. Yeah, millenary. Rum distilled for one thousand years, or at least that is what he said. 

The celebration didn´t take long to begin. Because Luffy had decided to set sail that same day, you would all be bathed with a pleasant sunset as you partied.

¨Wow!¨ you shouted after chugging the first tankard. ¨Oooohh, this is good booze!¨ you shook your head, already feeling the kick. 

¨Girl, you should go easy on this. It´s super strong.¨ Franky said, making you scoff at him, possessed by some waspish Viking demon.

¨And here I thought you were hard-boiled.¨ 

¨What?¨ 

¨O-Oi, Y/N...¨ Usopp said, worried, sipping his drink. 

¨Haven´t you learned anything with Tom-san?¨ you clicked your tongue ¨Meh, I guess I´ll be the one making things with a DON around here!¨ you chugged more of the rum. 

The shipwright glared at you with a red beam coming out of his left eye. You remember questioning yourself for a second. Maybe you had said too much, but it was just for a brief second before you insulted someone else. 

Back at the kitchen table, flashes of the events from the last night began to pop in your mind. Guilt and embarrassment gushed over you, making you twist and cringe. 

¨And then you said ¨maybe I should wear your underwear.¨ Chopper shivered as he quoted your words.

¨Nooo...¨ you cried out.

¨It gets worse, Y/N.¨

¨What?! How?!¨

¨Because after that,¨ Zoro started to speak, and you saw him struggle to stop a smile from cracking. That was not a good sign. ¨you said "your balls are so small Robin could have grabbed them with one hand!¨ 

The men laughed and slapped the table as you looked for a place to bury your head or a knife to stab yourself in the heart. 

¨WHY DIDN´T YOU STOP ME?¨ you yelled, pulling your boyfriend by the collar and shaking him. 

He placed a hand on your forehead, a silly thing he did every time you got too nervous. ¨Oi, you´re a big girl. You know what you´re doing.¨ 

¨Noo, obviously I don´t!¨ He smiled. 

He would not be the one to tell you, but he did have to stop Franky from Radical Beam-ing the hell out of you several times. For some reason, you were very keen on insulting the cyborg's masculinity. 

Another thing he wouldn´t tell you was that he didn´t touch the rum in the last night. He decided to remain sober and look after you, making sure you would not kill someone or get yourself killed. 

However, despite all the trouble you gave him, he recognized your strength. Straw hat after straw hat, you managed to defeat everyone in a stupid drinking contest. 

The biggest achievement was to drag Luffy into the game since he dislikes the taste of alcohol. When he denied being part of it, you teased him by saying,¨I think you are just scared, Luffy. You know what, maybe I should be the Captain of this ship! Maybe, I will be the Pirate King!¨

That was about the sixth punch Zoro took for you. Or because of you. 

The darker the night fell, the wilder you all got. And then insults began to come from every direction to every direction. You were arguing, then laughing, then crying and apologizing. If it wasn´t for Zoro, Chopper would have had a heart attack. 

¨Nami, you thief! Give me back my queen, or I´ll be forced to shoot a Bidori Moshi at you!¨ Usopp yelled, holding a bunch of cards in his hands. 

¨Oi, Usopp! How dare you speak with a lady like that?! I´ll kick you in the face!¨

¨Bring it on, Sanji! I eat eggplants like you for breakfast every day! AND IT´S GOD USOPP FOR YOU!¨

¨Zoro...¨ Chopper cried, falling close to where the swordsman was sitting. ¨W-What are we going to do?¨

¨Uh? Ah, sit back and relax. You know these guys, they are ju-¨

¨Y/N-san, may I see your panties?¨

¨Well, too bad for you I´m not weari-¨

¨OI! Y/N!¨ Zoro dashed over, throwing you on his shoulder. 

That was about the first punch Brook took for you. Or, again, because of you. 

And then, as the number of biological hazards began to decline, managing the situation became easier and easier. Chopper took care of the fallen drunken, and Zoro threw blankets over them.

In the end, it was you and Luffy. You were still arguing about the things you said earlier. Both of you were exhausted but didn´t want to give in. The argument only ended when you withdrew your words, saying that he would be the one to become King of the Pirates.

Luffy fell dead asleep immediately, and Zoro took the cue to approach you. ¨Hey, Y/N. Our time, let´s go?¨

You turned to him and nodded, red cheeks and tired eyes. He had to scoop you up and carry you back to your room since your legs were not part of the equation anymore, and you would let go and fall every time he tried to carry you on his back. 

¨Heeey, you´re not drunk!¨ you whined, almost falling asleep. ¨Why aren´t you drunk?¨

¨Cause you drank everything.¨

¨Noo, I can find s´more.¨ you uncovered yourself, trying to get out of bed.

¨I bet you can.¨ he said, covering you again and pulling you closer.

The warmth of his body, altogether with his hand gently rubbing your back, made your system shut down. 

¨You know... I can kick your ass... in a drinking contest...¨

¨Yeah,¨ he chuckled ¨I bet you can.¨

That was definitely not true, but for you, well, for you he could pretend it was.

[bluecookies02]

I’m noticing a lack of Mirio Content ™️ 😤😤 let’s change that! :D Can I please request some Mirio loving and how he would react to his normally shy (and seemingly innocent) s/o suddenly wanting to go down on him? What’s the play by play. We 👏🏽 need 👏🏽 to 👏🏽 know😤✨ Thank you! 💕

Mirio pegging headcanons-NSFW

summary: How would Mirio react to his s/o suddenly trying to go down on him.

-His s/o has to be as bright as him, if not necessarily hyperactive, they would have to be precious and loving.

- Regarding his sex life with you, over the years you guys explored many kinks and scenarios, usually him being the one to introduce them to you.

-Usually, his only goal is to make you feel good, always pushing his pleasure to the back of his mind, your satisfaction being his priority.

-Because of his nature you try your best to spoil him from time to time, edging him on and touching him gently throughout the whole night, wrapping your mouth around his cock as you slowly bob your head up and down. Your usual shy demeanor slipping away once your task is at hand.

-His balls were heavy in your palm as your spit slid down them, your hand squeezing then from time to time each time he seemed to finally relax into your agonizing pace.

-The first time your fingers slid over his hole his breath hitched in his throat, his eyes widening as you slowly dipped the tip of your finger. You were nervous to see his reaction, the bold move taking all of your nerves as you bite your lip.

-He would make no attempts to stop you, but naturally, he would be nervous since it's the first time your hands wandered there.

-It was all apart of your plan, introducing the idea to him step by step, firstly making him cum as you finger him, your lips wrapped around his cock as he bucks into your throat and grips your hand tight, not letting you pull your fingers out as he coats your throat white.

-Then one night you would eat him out, your hands plastered over his thighs as you push then further apart.

-You would guide his hand to his own cock, making him jerk himself off as you lap at his ass.

-He's fucking into his own fist as he slowly nears his high, his thighs closing together , pushing your tongue flush into his walls as you struggle to breathe.

-He's painting his chest in thick cum, his eyes rolling back into his head as moan against him. Each time you would get more and more confident, the obvious pleasure evident on his face.

-Some time passes by, he's bussy with work and you are also on frequent patrols, bearly having time for eachother.

-In the meantime you have it all ready, a perfect yellow strap with a bottle of lube perfectly hidden inside of your bedside table, along with a silky ribbon that you plan on making his little gag toy.

-As soon as you guys are in bed, he's head is buried in your pussy, fingers pumping in and out of you as he swirls at you clit.

-He makes you cum rather quickly, his movements always expertly pushing you over the edge.

-He’s ready to sink his cock into you, yet you make him lay on his back as he grins.

-"Well then, take a seat sweetheart" .You reach for your bedside table, opening the drawer as he stares at you. A large dildo in your hands as you smile down at him.

-"Y/N, you're not serious right. It's too-" he gulps down as you reach for the remaining items in your drawer, placing them on the bed.

-"Be good and take it hero". You're hovering over him as you dip a finger in his mouth, opening his jaw and pushing the cloth into his mouth, tying it around his head.

-You tie the strap securely around your hips, stroking the rubber to feel it up, getting used to the additional part.

-You pour a generous amount of lube over your fingers, pouring a bit over his leaking cock, the mess dripping down onto the sheets.

-You're working him open with care, watching his body tremble each time you give a particularly hard thrust with your fingers.

-He's taking it so well, moaning over every praise you give him, struggling to say "thank you" around the gag.

-He's not the one to believe in toxic masculinity yet he does feel kinda weak once you line up the strap with his hole.

-He tries to swallow around the cloth, spit rolling down the corner of his mouth as he waits for you to push in.

-You're slow, waiting for his walls to accomodate to the stretch, your hand wrapping around his flush cock, trying to distract him as you finally bottom out.

-You're in awe as you watch the dildo disappear into his ass over and over again, his groans filling your ears each time you decide to pull out completely.

-It's good, too good, the new burning senzation coiling up in his tummy. He's got a handful of bedsheets, his cock painfully twitching in your fist as he tries to hold on, his tip twitching each time your hand glides over it.

-He's cumming hard, clamping around the toy as he struggles to moan out your name. You're fucking him through it, his cum pooling in your palm as you milk him dry.

-He makes the most beautiful face as he shakes, his head falling back onto the pillow. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you watch your boyfriend squeeze his balls with his hand, one final thrust into your palms as his cock stills.

-He's untying his own gag with one hand, the cloth making a sinful sound as it detaches from his mouth.

-He's shy, pulling you to his chest as he hides into your neck.

-"Damn Y/N, God spared humanity by giving you a pussy" you chuckle, tickling his sides, his strong arms pinning you down as he tickles your face in kisses.

-"Just wait until my muscles remember how to work properly and it's over for that little pussy of yours"

Here you go sweetheart, your food😋, hope you enjoyed.

link for pegging Hawks is here : peghawks2020 /obviously I'm exposing myself by these, damn.

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commission:open (1 slot)

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[nashibirne]

Relax!

At first I wanna say THANK YOU for the many likes an reblogs I got for “Hands on”! and “Hands off!” This means so much to me and I’m very grateful!

This is the third Imagine starring Inspector Henry Cavill. You can read the first part Hands off! here and the second part Hands on! here. Part 4 Get off! can be found here

Part 5 Long Slow Kisses is here

I hope you’re going to like “Relax!” too. Please let me know what you think.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: Pure smut, PWP, 18 + only, NSFW, Sex, oral sex, bad language, unprotected sex, half public sex / sexual actions (somehow...),

Unbeta’ed! English is not my mother tongue...so please be lenient with me.

I found the pictures for the collage on pinterest. If I violate any copyright, please let me know and I’m going to remove the picture(s).

tags: @hell1129-blog​ @inlovewithhisblueeyes​ @wolvesandhoundshowltogether​

Now let’s go!

Imagine

After a night of hot sex Inspector Henry Cavill has finally taken you out on your first date. You have dinner in a fancy but cosy restaurant and afterwards you visit a very cool retro style piano bar. You're both in a sexy mood and things escalate quickly.

"You have to stop this, y/n" Henry said with a desperate frown.

"Stop what?" she asked, smiling innocently.

"You know what." Henry whispered.

"This?" she looked him in the eyes, slowly running her naked foot along his inner thigh under the table. Her toe rubbed his dick gently through his jeans when she reached his crotch. He was rock hard.

"Yes, this." Henry said with a muffled moan.

"Why? You seem to enjoy it." She was an innocent angel above the table but a devil underneath. Her foot was lightly pressing against his boner now, stroking him slowly.

"This is called torture. It's illegal."

"I don't think so, Darling. Relax." She moved her foot in circling motions with a big grin on her face.

"Y/n..." The sound escaping from his mouth was something between a moan and a growl, vibrating through the air, making her pussy throb instantly. She dug her teeth into her lower lip, looking him deep in the eyes, her foot still on his dick, hidden under the linen tablecloth.

"Am I in trouble, Inspector?" She batted her lashes.

He smirked, running his tongue over his lips, looking at her like a hunter at the prey. Before he could give her an answer the waiter interrupted their little flirtatious game, placing a beer in front of Henry and a Vodka Lemon in front of her.

She was just about to continue teasing him, when she suddenly felt his foot in her crotch. He had slipped off his sneakers and was now stroking her between her legs, the woolen fabric of his sock rubbing against her silken panties gently and rough at the same time. When his toe met her clit it sent shivers down her spine.

"Ooohhhh." She couldn't help but moan. "God, Henry...you have to stop."

He looked at her, cocking his head, a satisfied grin on his attractive face.

"Really? Why? You seem to enjoy it." The lewdless, dripping from his voice, in combination with the sly smile he was giving her turned her on way too much.

He moved his food in tiny circles all over her pussy. Her panties were soaking wet and she was quite sure his sock was too.

"I do. It feels great." she admitted which caused him to increase the pressure on her delicate body parts and her to sigh with pleasure.

He looked at her and it was obvious that he was horny as hell. And so was she.

"Babe...if you don't stop now, I'm going to come right here." she whispered out of breath, closing her eyes for a moment.

"That's exactly what I want." Henry's voice was rough and deeper than usual, his tone beyond sexy.

The ringing of his phone startled both of them, destroying the moment. He took away his foot and looked at the display. "Fuck. It's Wendy. Sorry, but I have to answer this." he said smiling apologetically.

"Sure. I'll go visit the lady's room in the meantime" She got up, straightening her clothes, taking a deep breath to compose herself.

When she was on her way back to their table a few minutes later, she suddenly felt a tight grip on her arm. She turned around and saw Henry standing in the dark of a long corridor that led away from the hallway which connected the restrooms and the bar. Before she was able to speak a word he pulled her close to him to kiss her feverishly. They took some steps back and disappeared into the shadows of a dark corner behind a massive pillar where they continued to make out hungrily. Henry started to kiss her neckline while his hands pulled up her dress, sliding underneath the smooth fabric, caressing her breasts. She wore no bra. He let out a long moan when y/n started stroking his dick through his trousers.

"Fuck....I want you. Now." he whispered in her ear.

"Here? We're gonna get arrested if someone catches us red-handed." She started fumbling with his belt, desperate to open it. Desperate to touch his cock. 

Henry took a look around. 

"Come with me." he took her by the hand, leading her into a room that turned out to be a small storage room, filled with shelves.

They started kissing like crazy again as soon as the door was closed behind them. Y/ n finally managed to open his belt and the buttons of his jeans. She slid her hand into his boxers and touched his rock hard dick.

Henry groaned loudly, grabbing her by the ass, lifting her up just to carry her across the room, putting her down on a table that was placed in a corner. 

"Henry...what if someone walks in on us." She was out of breath, her voice raspy. 

"I locked the door."

"The waiter is gonna miss us. He might think we left without paying."

"We left our stuff at the table.” He gave her a reassuring smile. “Relax, Baby."

Looking her in the eyes with a smirk, he kneeled down.

Her dress was wrapped up around her waist and he had a perfect view on the pearl white satin panties that covered her sweet pussy.

"You're soaking wet." He whispered.

"Yes. All for you." She looked down at him, placing her hands on his head, running her nails over his scalp.

To her big surprise he suddenly ripped off her underwear with one quick motion, tearing it apart effortlessly.

"Sorry…" he smirked.

"Fuck...Babe..." She gasped, throwing her head back in anticipation.

"God...I love your cunt. Waiting for me... so pretty and tight. Dripping for me...so needy and horny. Can't wait to taste you."

He buried his head between her legs and licked her pussy eagerly, running his tongue through her folds several times, enjoying the taste of her juices. When he started to kiss and suck her clit she let out a deep sigh.

"Henry...fuck...."

He grabbed her by her ass, pulling her closer, driving his tongue deep into her hole now. The way he licked and sucked on her got her close to the edge quickly.

He moved his mouth to her clit again, working his magic there while fingering her wet pussy, stroking her g-spot which made her cum hard almost instantly. She cried his name out loud, convulsing with pleasure, shaking and moaning through her orgasm.

Henry rose to his feet, shoving down his jeans and boxers. His erection pressed against his belly, his dick was shining with precum.

He didn't speak a word but the look on his face said it all. He wanted to fuck her, wanted to come inside of her. He looked like a hungry predator which was a great turn on for y/n. She moved a little closer to the edge of the table, spreading her legs obscenely wide, presenting him her throbbing cunt.

"Fuck me, Henry. Fuck me hard."

He didn't need another invitation. He stepped forward, pressing his dick onto her entrance, thrusting in without a warning.

She gasped when she suddenly felt him inside of her, stretching her pussy to the max. He fucked her fiercely, not holding anything back, thrusting hard and deep. His lustful sighs turned into loud, aroused moans soon. His eyes were closed, his head bent back, his mouth half opened. The sheer sight of his passion, his arousal, turned y/n on in a way she'd never experienced before. In combination with the way he fucked her, rough and reckless, just like she had told him to, it soon led to her second orgasm, that was even more intense than the first one. She shrieked and moaned so loudy when she came again, Henry placed his hand over her mouth to shush her. That was the moment he came too. Throwing his head back, he let out a long, deep grunt, moaning her name, his dick balls-deep in her pussy. He took her in his arms afterwards, hugging her tightly, kissing her neck.

"That was exciting." he mumbled, still a little out of breath.

"Yes, absolutely. I never knew that I'd like that kind of thrill." she said.

Henry chuckled, pulling out of her to get dressed. "Me neither. But I could get used to it."

"Oh yes." she agreed getting up from the table with a smirk. She straightened her dress before picking up the remains of her panties from the ground. "I think I'll have to walk out of here without underwear, your cum dripping out of my vagina." She didn't seem too happy about it.

"Are you okay with that?"

"Honestly? Not really. My inner slut has the tendency to disappear post-coital as fast as she appears when I'm turned on." 

"I like your inner slut. She's hot as fuck." Henry grinned and gave her a wink before he placed a very sensual, tender kiss on her lips. "But it's not a problem, Darling. You go to the restrooms to freshen up your... lady's parts...and I go pay the bill and get our stuff. Meet me at my car in ten, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan, Inspector." she said, hugging him relieved.

Later that evening they were cuddling on his couch, Henry dressed in his pajamas, y/n wearing one of his Def Leppard band shirts, watching "The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring", both of them feeling very, very relaxed.