#dont @ me if he has pecs in the second

[ferumeruderu]

Hi hi hi hi all my L art is in twt but I wanna bring it here hehe hav some (andtellmewhatyouthinkbutbeniceaboutit)

I dont actually know how to use tumblr why are there two sections for captions

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

corrupt!Toji

A/N: this is obviously a bit dark seeing as that's who Toji is. Can only imagine what corrupt!Toji would get into..

corrupt!Toji is whole different species. Not really a vessel per se.. The curse wasn't strong enough to posses him; Toji completely consumed the entity. But clearly it didn't agree with him. Fuckin guy was more abrasive and aggressive than ever. "Toji, stop! Let em go. He didn't mean it that way and you know it!" You yank at Toji, who's currently got his son pinned to a wall outside the school. He looks at you, large hand locked round Megumi's throat squeezin as he dangles him a few feet from the ground. "Yeah? Is that what I know? Think I only know what I can see.. And what I saw was this lil spit fucks hands wrap round your waist. My waist." Toji turns back to Megumi, who's gasping for air and clawing at his hold. "Now in my opinon, sounds like someone has a fuckin death wish, but.. I dont think y/n would ever forgive me if I killed my own spawn." The way he sneers the last word sends shivers up your spine. Toji slams his fist into Megumi's gut before tossin him to the ground like a rag. "So a warning will have ta suffice: hands off on what belongs to me or.. Die." Poor boy's left gasping in the dirt, clutching his stomache as Toji drags you away by your arm. "And you.. I think you love pissin me off. Gonna teach you some fuckin manners, y/n."

corrupt!Toji only loves one thing as much as he loves you: money. He'll do anything for it but ofcourse usually just sticks to assassination. And Toji doesn't care what you think about his line of work. "How long will you be gone this time?" In nothing but a silk robe, hands on your hips, watchin him pack to leave on yet another murderous voyage. "Don't fuckin start, woman." Doesn't even bother lookin up from his duffel as he growls at you. "I'm not startin anything. Just wanna know when you'll be done slicing up innocent civilians." That makes your deranged ass man toss his head back, laughing way too fuckin hard. "I don't kill civilians, y/n. Where's the fuckin fun in that?" Your eyes narrow at his back. "You're a fuckin monster." He stands before he's nose to nose with you in half a second. "And yet.. You don't leave." He makes you so nervous yet arousal starts to creep through, pussy clenchin once at the way his eyes trail from yours down your body slowly. "Can't leave is more like it. Think we both know you'd never let that happen." Toji kneels, lifting your leg to his shoulder. You fist at his hair, robe falling open as he grips your waist to hold you steady and hums in agreement at your words. "Tomato, tomato." He says before suckin your clit between his lips.

corrupt!Toji is a master manipulator that takes pride in your submission. Loves to trick you into thinkin you've wronged him so he can put you in your place: Waking up from your nap startled from a pressure over mouth; a muscled arm scoops you up and turns you on your belly, unyielding pecs plastered against your back and holding you to the bed. He's naked and hard against you, precum formin a wet spot on the back of your skimpy satin black nightgown. "You think I forgot what you did? What you let him do to you?" Toji"s snarl at your ear is just as disorienting as his misdirected anger. He's been gone on his trip for almost two weeks and you had no idea he'd be back today. Definitely didn't know Toji would come home upset. It's you who should be angry at how he's behaving but apologies bubble from your lips instead, even before you know what's going on. "Shut the fuck up. Not gonna let you play that innocent shit with me this time." Toji's hand leaves your mouth to reach around and squeeze your throat. Cock twitchin against your ass listening to you pant and whine. "Fuckin let him hug you y/n. What's next? Gonna let my son fuck you? Hm?" You shake your head no, scratching at his grip and gasping for air. "Lying fuckin slut. Know you want him. And there's no way he or any of those weaklings could ever resist you. So how bout this?" Toji's free hand slides over your ass, slapping each cheek before dipping lower to play in your slit. Your moist, and more importantly.. Hating yourself for starting to get wet. "I'm gonna fuck you in front of my son. Show him that he'll never get a taste of the best pussy that's ever gifted this wretched world. Then maybe I'll think about forgiving you." He leans back, using his grip on your throat to toss you on your back. It's then your able look upside down at see Megumi, bruised and gagged, tied to a chair. He stares at you, completely incapacitated. You know instantly he won't be able to esape himself. "Toji! Y-you can't! He's your-" Smack! Your head snaps to the side from the impact of his slap, tears welling up in your y/e/c eyes. Toji grabs your jaw and forces you to look back at him. "I can do whatever I fuckin want. You really got some nerve." He stands up and walks to the foot of the bed, snatching you up by your hair. Points his dick at your red cheek as he strokes nice and slow. Megumi weakly struggles to break free, wants to save you but feels so helpless. "Tell me your sorry- mmmfuck.. And I might not kill your little friend." "I'm sorry Toji! So sorry. Shouldn't have l-let anyone touch me.. Know better.." Toji speeds up his short firm strokes, moaning and pullin you closer to his cock. "And why is that?" "Cause I'm yours. Tojis p-property." "Good giiiirl!" Toji groans, slipping the head of his dick between your lips and cumming with a grunt of your name. Thinks he might've cum more than usual when he notices how hard Megumi is. Wonders if you notice. Then again, how could you? You're too busy pressin your thighs together, clit throbbing as he spurts across your tongue twice. Then Toji"s pullin out, huffin as he finishes nuttin on your face. Three strong blasts that shower you in thick white drops. Both men groan at the sight, the latter leaning to kiss and lick at your lips. Megumi is so torn: wants to save you from your vile boyfriend but so entranced with your absolute submission. You on the other hand are burning with shame, cum dripping from your face to the sheets. Not at all surprised when Toji's nasty ass sucks some up and spits into your mouth. "Hold it. Lemme see.. Good girl. Now, before I fuck you.. Go give your BFF a nice sweet kiss." He's pure evil, smiling sinisterly when you get up without a word and make your way to Megumi. He's lookin up at you with wide eyes, swallowing hard as his gaze drops to you cum slicked mouth. "Sorry, Gumi." You whisper, holding at his shoulders as you bend to press your lips to his gagged mouth.

[loveshotzz]

you reblogged your whatta man masterlist🤨 dont play w my heart rn idk if i can handle it

I did reblog it! but not cause it’s done :( I was manifesting a good writing night which I think it might be! It’s not done yet, but hopefully within the next weekish. I’ll give you a lil snippet since it’s taking so long 💗

God you hated when Eddie was right.

Hazel eyes and freckles trail along his neck leading to small moles placed like the stars above you on his sun kissed skin and stubbled jaw. His chiseled nose runs down a narrow line with lips tinged pink like his cheeks, the expression on his face going from irritated to flirty in seconds flat.

“I’m - oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’m running late and no one is ever sitting there and I - Are you okay?” Talking a mile a minute, you silently scold yourself for acting like you’ve never seen a cute guy before.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Raising his hands up to stop you, the press of your thighs is instant when you see the silver band wrapped around the thickness of his middle finger. “No apologies necessary honey, it was an accident.”

The endearment that leaves his mouth followed by the smirk that tugs at the corners of his lips makes you dizzy. Bending down to grab the stool off the ground a matching chain slips out from under his shirt, the glow above giving you a glimpse at the patch of thick chest hair hidden from sight.

“Besides, it’s not the first time a pretty girl has knocked me on my ass.” Folding his arms across his pecs, he leans against the brick of the bar crossing his legs at the ankles. The black boots that cover his feet look big and menacing despite his disposition.

Biting your bottom lip into a smile,you look up at him through shy lashes and you swear you hear him sigh at the sight.

“Well as long as your okay-“

“Steve.” He offers his name with the kind of smile that shows the whites of his teeth, a spark lighting in his eyes when he sees the way you react to it.

“Well you’ll probably see my face around here a lot.” you start to say doing your best to ignore the way your cheeks feel like they are on fire.

“I sure hope so.” Pulling a toothpick out of his back pocket, he slides it between his lips, jaw clenching when he bites down on the wood while his eyes roam your curves unashamed before offering you another grin.

Giggles bubble past your strawberry flavored lips making his grin widen. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, the muscles in your face hurt from how hard you’re smiling.

“I was gonna say, 'cause I live upstairs.” Your voice comes out sweet despite the teasing roll of your eyes as you point to your open window above.

He only breaks his stare to follow the path of your finger before all his attention is back on you. The tension growing thicker when he kicks off the wall. The soles of his boots are loud against the pavement when he closes the distance between you with two long strides. Getting close enough to smell the cinnamon on his breath, and the expensive cologne that lingers on his clothes, you forget all about your date waiting for you inside.

“Eddie’s told me all about you.” Using the tip of his tongue to push the toothpick to the other side of his mouth, his smirk tells you all you need to know.

“That’s funny, Eddie’s told me about you too.” Tracing your tongue over your top lip, you taste the fruit of your gloss as you look up at him from under hooded lids. “Steve.”

[thomase1]

Neigbors and headaches

Pairing: Loki×Fem!Reader (other than some thirst, platonic)

Warnings: intense pain, some thirst, touch of angst and lots of fluff/comfort.

Word Count: ~1.700

Thank you @tessathechild for proof reading and helping me! 💙

What, Sel has actually managed to finish and post something once?! Its a good day!! Yes, this one story made it out of my 22!! drabbles and WIP's I've got.

Just a little thing I wrote, thinking of my migraines I sometines get. Saying that, I have written this based on my experiences with a few extras sprinkled in. So this is a cofort/hurt fic.

Loki has been your neigbor for over a year, but you never really spoke. The occasional 'hello' but that was it. Sure you know who he is, would be hard not to, considering he and his collegues are all over the news. Saying that, you are aware of his powers, his heritage and title, to you that just meant there was somebody in the building able to help in case of a robbery or shooting. Other than that, he was just another neighbour on your floor.

Which brings us to the problem. Youve got a migraine, the worst one youve ever had. Normally its located to one side, but this time its just your whole head, pain thundering against you skull. Three days it plagues you already, which is also the amount of time you barely slept. You got about four hours in total, every time you did fall asleep when the pain let off of you for a while, you got violently ripped from slumber again. It never went away for long. Which only made the sleep deprivation worse. Working in this state has been a challange, actually getting your work done impossible. To your horror, your boss noticed today, threatening to cut your payment short would you not 'change your work ethic'. As if you deliberetly got a migraine keeping you off sleep for days.

And you cant go to the doctor either since you got them on your toes already. The sheer amount of pain medications you get perscribed is, understandably, a red flag. The dosage and intensity of them, an even bigger red flag, but what are you surpossed to do?! They just dont work, none of them did.

Which leads us to you, currently knocking on Lokis, or how you adress him, Mr. Laufeyson, door. Its almost 10pm and the lack of sleep let all your pride melt away. You did not want to bother him, but you just cant bare it anymore. Your job is on the line for crying out loud! After a short time, the door opens; an annoyed Mr. Laufeyson peeking through the gap.

"Can I help you?", he beats you to it, irritation etched in his features.

"I'm sorry to bother you at this hour, but I have a strange request." Your heart is beating in your throat, maybe this wasnt a good idea after all, he does seem pretty annoyed.

"What is it?", he sighs, opening the door a little more.

He is wearing forest green pyjama bottoms and to your delight or horror, you arent quite sure yourself, no top. He looks like a marble statue you would see in renown museums and galleries. His chest is on eye level with you, makeing it difficult to not stare at his neatly trimmed black curls there. Your eyes wander to his perfect pecs, his well defined ribs leading down to his chiselled abdomen. That V-line made your breath catch in your throat for a moment, the small trail of hairs leading back down to that, sinfully, low hanging silk. Your eyes linger on the impressive bulge of your opposite for a second, a cleaning of his throat ringing in your tormented head, makeing you wince briefly. But also, you snapped your eyes up to his face again, your eyes blown wide in shock.

"Is it not a little rude to knock on my door at this hour, just to stare when I ask you a question?", his words seem displeases, but his lips are curled into a knowing smirk.

Now you clear your throat, a blush dusting your cheeks pink "What were you saying again?".

He gave a low chuckle, shakeing his head, "I was asking to what I owe your visit, Miss       L/n.".

"Oh, yes, sorry. I- Ive got a bad migraine and could not sleep for three days now. I was wondering-", you stutter but get stopped by him.

"I see. Migraines are quite the torment for midgardians I have heard.", he lays a pointer finger to the bow in his upper lip, thinking.

"Yes. Mine arent affected by pain medications either, I would not bother you if they were.", you tell him earnestly, your eyes dropping to the floor.

"It is rather fine, shall we get to your apartment so I can figure out a way to help you?", he asks with a soft smile that calms you down like a weighted blanket.

"Really? Yes, that would be so nice of you, thank you so much." You sway a little, pulling at your sleeve.

"Let me just get a shirt and some shoes and I will be right there.", he tells you, leaning the door closed.

A moment later he returns, now wearing a basic grey v-neck shirt and some brown slippers. "After you.", he gestures with his hand.

You nod enthusiastically, which you instantly regret, your pain reigniting like pouring gasoline to an open flame. You groan in pain, holding onto the nearest wall, your head feeling like it is sinking and rising repeatedly.

"Are you alright?", he grabs your upper arm, holding you stable.

You groan a "yes".

"I dont think you are, lets get you home, come on.", he hooks an arm around you waist, helping you over to your door.

You dig out your keys, trying to open the door, but your vision is playing tricks on you. He grabs them from your hands, "Allow me.". He quickly has the door open, nudging it open with his foot. Finally inside, with your shoes off and seated on your little two-seater sofa, you look at him. The pain eased off a little by now.

"Thank you, Mr. Laufeyson. I'm very sorry for the trouble.", you twiddle your thumbs.

"No trouble at all. Call me Loki please.", he sits down next to you, a friendly smile playing on his lips.

"Y/n.", you smile back at him. There is a comfortable silenence for a bit, until another groan of yours breaks it.

"Its worse again?", you hear his voice through cotton balls, thats what it sounds like at least.

"Yea.", you whimper, unable to explain it further. He waits until your eyes open again and you take a deep breath.

"So it comes and does in waves?"

"Its always there, but I can function with that pain. But then there are these sudden intense pains that just have me helpless.", you explain to him, noticing you are a bad host, "I'm sorry, would you like something to drink? Tea perhaps?".

He waves it off, "You were barely able to speak a momemt ago, let alone brew tea. I am just fine, thank you. And those pains, are they pulsating, throbbing, stabbing,..?".

You think about it, "The normal, bearable pain is pulsating, the sudden ones are throbbing, like a jackhammer.".

He humms his confirmation and thinks for a moment. "I think I have a spell that could help with that, though only temporaryly I'm afraid.", he looks at you a little sad.

"That sounds good, please just make it stop for now at least.", you beg him, the desperation clear in your voice.

He nods, "Make yourself comfortable.". You lean back into the cushions, to which he whispers, "Very well.".

He turns to face you better, giving you direct view of his jaw muscles. "You will feel a tingling first. After that you will alternately grow cold and very warm. Do not worry, that is totally normal.", he explains to you calmly.

"Understood."

He lays his hand on your head, palm flat against your forehead. You look at it expectedly. "Close your eyes?", he suggest, you follow, "Lovely. Now just stay calm and breathe for me.".

Just as he finishes what he says, you feel your skin tingle, growing warm after a brief moment. Very warm and then suddenly cold. Then warm again, but it stays at a soothing temprature, like a heating pad.

The pain subsides, almost like a wave washing it into nothingness. You smile and humm at the peaceful release from your torment. You havent even noticed in how much pain you were for the last thee days straight, until it was gone.

"Better?", he asks you.

You leave your eyes closed, savouring this moment of peace, you confirm his question with a 'mhhm'.

You hear his low timbre of voice tell you something, but you cant grasp his words. Your exhaustion kicked in right away, sleep taking you in a matter of seconds.

"Should it come up again and bother you or if you have any side effects, come to me at once.", Loki tells her but doesnt get an answer.

He feels her body growing limp. "Y/n?", he asks her in a whisper, only getting her even breath as confirmation.

She fell asleep. He smiles to himself, 'Poor thing is exhausted.'.

He gets up to leave, but as he's stood in front of her door, he glances over one last time. 'She would rather sleep in her bed, I guess.', he thinks as he sees her beginning to slump over to the side.

He walks over to her bed, drawing back the covers and then goes to collect her into his arms. Carefully as not to wake her, he walks over and sets her down. He makes sure her head lays comfortably and drapes her duvet over her.

He conjures a piece of paper and a pen, writing her a little message.

Dear Y/n,

you fell asleep, so I took the liberty of moving you to your bed, ensuring you sleep comfortable.

I did lock your door by magic, but you can unlock it as usual.

Just in case you ask yourself how that took place.

I hope you are well rested and pain free when you read these words.

Loki.

He places it on her nightstand and leaves her apartment, locking it as he told her in the letter. That night, he, too, had a peaceful sleep, feeling a sense of pride of being able to help this sweet neighbour of his.

When you woke up, you were confused at first, but quickly found the note Loki left you. You are so ashamed for falling asleep on him, not even thanking him for helping you. How embarrassing.

You defently owe him one.

[onepiece-polls]

Best Man-Tits of One Piece - Battle for 3rd place!

Submitters' motivations under the cut.

Motivations for submitting Kid:

oh captain my captain~ huge honkers. bad attitude. love of my life.

They are so fun king massive, they need more recognition

He could crush me and I’d say thank you 🙏

Okay but like he’s such a manwhore! Dude got them fine pecs on display 25/8! He knows how delicious his looks! Wanna squeeze ‘em! And the scars he gets after the time skip are just *chef’s kiss*

I’m at Sabody and i want you to know. Thoughts obliterated when he came on screen

He has the manliest and biggest hunky titties a man could ever dream of!!

Motivations for submitting Zoro:

110cm. Do I need to say anything more?

This man’s tits are super natural. He has big thick tits!!! Even bigger then Robbins tits. You can recognize him from his tits alone.

His massive honkers are one of his most talked about features

Hhhhhhh tibbiez 110cm am looking with sooooo much respect i swear 😳😳🥵🥵

His tits are so perfect, even Toei couldn’t help but dedicate a scene to them. Wano has been especially kind to his boobs, giving them all the love and plumpness they deserve.

I dont think Oda realized how fucking massive 110 cm tits are. I don’t think he realized what he said on that fateful sbs. Not that it isn’t 110% accurate to the way he draws Zoro, but 110 is an insane measurement. Those are the second biggest set of naturals on the Grand Line. 110. How am I supposed to fit them in my mouth.

Second biggest canon tits. 110cm people, 110cm!

Booba….

I wanna bury my face in them. They look so big I wonder if I can just melt into them.

Look at his tits!!!!! holy shit they look so amazing, i just wanna bury my face in them and squeeze. sahkdhaksj everytime i see him come on screen, i want to squeeze like a stress ball. plus oda said his tits is 110cm 😋 so squishyyyy

THEY TWITCHED

Because Oda said so. Don’t fight God

They even made them dance in the anime

[an-animagi]

christmas time!! this is my gift for @honeyblockm for the @mcytblrholidayexchange!!

i wrote a fic (which i put below the cut, and the ao3 link is here) and i was really excited to write this!! originally i planned for it to be longer but my brain switched up on me partway through, so hopefully you still enjoy this!!

ive had a lot of fun writing this actually, considering ive read one wedding fic, have been to two weddings i dont remember and all of c!quackity's experiences when it comes to engagement and marriage, and i hope you are satisfied with what ive created :)

this has rolled in at 1040 words, just in case anyone is interested (i dont usually post fics on tumblr ehe i have no clue what im doing✨✨)

ALMOST FORGOT!!! its called 'me and my husbands (we're sticking together)' stolen inspired by 'me and my husband' by mitski (i have just made the lyric plural lol)

-=~=-

Quackity almost expected to be left alone at the altar. Again.

Between the shit-storm that was his relationship with Schlatt, and then the failed wedding attempt a few months back, he hadn’t had many positive experiences of being stood at the concrete table, waiting for a time that no clock could reach.

Or, more correctly, he hadn’t had any, so sue him for setting his standards low. Maybe this time he wouldn’t have to hold back tears after the second hour. Maybe the tissues he wore as armour would protect the open wound in his back from the inevitable knife that kept getting rammed between his ribs.

But that wasn't the point. The point was, that when the heavy doors creaked open again, Quackity didn't nervously glance at them. He didn't restlessly readjust the veil covering the back of his head. His wings didn't shuffle awkwardly behind him.

(He was getting better at lying to himself.)

The door slammed shut with an echoing bang, startling the avian. Usually, anyone entering or leaving did so quietly, slipping in or out of the small hall awkwardly. Instead, when Quackity turned to face the door, his shoulders slumped and he released a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding.

As the seated guests began turning their heads in alarm at the sound, Sapnap started his confident march down the aisle, hitching the skirt of his dress up part way through with a huff. Feeling his cheek feathers begin to fluff up, Quackity used all of his willpower to force them to lie flat.

God his fiance was hot.

Quite literally, too, if the faint smoke coming off his fingertips was anything to go off of. With a quick lick of his lips, the avian admired the way that the white dress accented his fiance’s features, watching the demon hybrid walk between the rows of chairs towards him.

White fabric exaggerating his pecs, Sapnap ungracefully dropped the bunched skirt as he reached the altar. If they hadn't been surrounded by both of his fiances’ family members, Quackity wouldn't have hesitated for even a second. As it was, his hand twitched with the urge to squeeze. He thanked God for giving him enough self control to not start groping his fiance’s chest at their wedding altar.

Wings twitching, Quackity met Sapnap’s eyes as they traced his body, smirking at the familiarly hungry look in his fiance’s eyes. Striking his right hip to the side, the avian suppressed a shiver at the wispy fabric of his own dress brushing past his legs and instead wiggled his eyebrows at the black-haired man.

Making a show of flirting like this made it easier for Quackity to ignore the doubts still present in the back of his mind, ignore the whispers of Karl forgetting again, ignore the slight tremble to his hands that had persisted for days and made painting his nails a much more tiresome endeavour than it should have been.

There were two of them now. Quackity could not be alone anymore.

Then, the door creaked open once more and this time the avian let himself look towards it. Sapnap turned as well, both anticipating the final member of their trio to enter the hall and join them. And neither were disappointed.

With the door falling shut behind him, Karl sheepishly grinned at the pair already at the altar. The dress he wore was the only one which reached the panelled flooring, trailing slightly behind him as he walked down the aisle towards the stone table. In his hands sat a small bouquet of flowers, yellow tulips and daffodils wrapped in a white cloth and cushioned by his palms.

A classical song Quackity couldn’t remember the name of played in the background, his thoughts fully consumed by the sight of his fiance in a pristine wedding gown rather than the odd musical choices one of the men he was marrying had made. 

If asked, each of them would answer that it had been Sapnap’s idea to wear the dresses. In truth, it had been Quackity who had jokingly offered to wear a dress to their wedding, a smile tugging at his lips as the brunette of the group turned to face him and determined that he would wear the dress, that he wouldn’t mind the white and his hair would clash against it less than the other’s black.

Then Sapnap had declared that they were all wearing dresses, and it had snowballed into looking at renting or purchasing prices and deciding that weddings were expensive.  The odd looks upon entering stores which sold dresses and instead being directed towards suits would likely take a while to stop staining the avian’s mind, but in the end the throuple were going to get married.

It ended in their meeting at the altar. Then something new would begin.

Soon enough Karl reached his two fiances, standing between them both with a shining grin on his face. A soft look crossed Sapnap’s face, and Quackity smiled in response, his heart beating wildly as he took in the sight of both gorgeous men in their dresses. God he loved these two so much.

As they all stood, watching each other with smiles on their faces, waiting for the ceremony to start. His stomach fluttering, Quackity couldn’t help the tears that brimmed at the corners of his eyes at the thought that after that day, nothing would be the same. 

Most people would call it a new adventure but Quackity hated that. He hated the uncertainty that threatened to taint every moment and the lack of warmth, a comfort that should fill his chest, at hearing the word and the idea of there being a risk. He could lose everything all over again.

But with the adoring look in both of his fiance's eyes, the avian knew that wouldn't happen. They wouldn't let it happen.

So this was it, the start of something new.

And maybe it sounded less exciting or romantic, but Quackity liked the security. He liked being sure that the fears running wild in his mind would never form in the real world. He would never be alone again.

Not for as long as he had Karl and Sapnap.

[normalpeopleconfuseme]

You know the photo I’m thinking about when asking this.

Twins (sep) s/o shoving their face into their man’s chest and squeezing them titties.

I live by the tits I will happily die by the tits.

- noodle

I do indeed know the photo very well!

Now let me set the stage for you.

CW: gender neutral reader, fat tit submas, suggestive themes.

You grumbled as you walked home from your job.

Today has been a no good lousy, bad day all wrapped up in one.

First you didn't wake up to the love of your life because he has an early meeting, second you spilled coffee on yourself which made you late to work, third, you've had to deal with your flirty coworker just wouldn't get the hint that you weren't interested in him.

Your day has just been terrible! Now all you want is to bury yourself into the comfort of your husband.

🔲 Ingo

Ingo was in the kitchen when he heard the door open. He was aware of how bad your day was with how short your texts were during lunch so he thought he would take care of dinner for the two of you.

All of the pokemon have been feed and tucked away and all the chores in the house have been done so all you have to do is realx!

"Darling?" Ingo called out as he shut the oven off and walked over to the front door.

As soon as he saw you, he became worried. You're not a violent person but he could sense the anger coming off of you.

"Beloved? I already made dinner so you can relax for a moment"

He didn't like how quiet you were being and it made him more worried.

You looked at him with clear annoyance on your face, he knew it wasn't for him but the daggers in your eyes didn't stop the slight fear.

Suddenly you stood up and marched over to him.

His eyes were filled with worry as he looked into yours, he was worried about even saying something to set you off until...

You rested your head against his chest very gently.

Oh...you just wanted a hug!

Of course that makes sense after having such a hard day you would want cuddles!

He would be a terrible husband if he-

Suddenly your hands squeezed his chest hard the plush of his pecs puffed between your fingers.

Ingo was still for a moment as his face turned bright red as his brain try to restart.

The shierk he held in left his lips as you squeezed harder even pinching his nipples and pulling them hard.

"D-darling?!"

He squeaked out in surpise, you gazed up at him from his chest.

"Its been a long day...and I need my stress balls"

🔳 Emmet.

Emmet knew from how hard you open the door how upset you were.

You had called him during lunch to vent about your coworker constant flirting despite the ring clearly on your finger.

It took ingo and half of the deport agents to stop him from marching down to your work and give that homewrecker a piece of his mind!

But now he's happy that your finally back from work.

Now he can finally brighten up your day with some love and rest that you need!

And what kinda of husband would he be if he didn't provide it?

"Sweetheart! You're finally home! I missed you verrrrry much!"

He stood there with a bright smile waiting for your response as you took off your shoes.

He got grumpy when he didn't get a response.

"Deeearist! I know you had a rough day but please dont-"

He was interrupted once you rested your forehead against his chest, you hands resting on his shoulders.

He smiled brightly at your position. His beloved wants a hug!

He happily wraps his arms around you hugging you tight enough to where you feel engulf.

"Oh my sweet beloved! I'm so sorry your day has been so hard but! You don't need to be grumpy anymore your dear husband is here to-!"

He jumped a bit once he felt you squeezed his pecs and buried your face deeper.

Emmets smile turned into a smirk as you grip tighten.

"I believe I know exactly what you want~"

[littlemessyjessi]

Bts reactions: P3gging : plus size reader

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Rated M. I mean, heck. Female reader uses a strap,yall. .Don't like, dont read. Hell. I feel like a twat when I have to put warnings. Wtf, lol.

Jin:

Two words. Pillow prince. This man will let you do whatever you want to him. No questions asked. As long as you promise to wreck him, he's down. Bonus: He likes it best when you add a little choking in there as well but he's down for anything. Nothing is off the table.

Yoongi:

Yes, please. He'll wiggle that little butt right in your face or simply sit in your lap. He loves it and he wants it. Man, has a little trouble with eye contact from time to time but he loves missionary. He loves being flat on his back, the back of his thighs over the tops yours. Pin him down with your hands in his. Fingers laced together. He'll definitely be a blushing mess but he thinks you look divine and powerful over him like that. Bonus: if you gently hold his hips while you're thrusting up into him, he will damn near cry from happiness.

Hoseok:

Honestly, a bit of a power struggle. He loves it but it's a damn fight to get him to submit. Tries to power bottom you. You will literally have to flip his ass over, belly down, with your entire front pressed against his back and rail him prone bone style. It's the combo of being filled up and you literally fucking him into mattress. His dick rubbing against the bed while he's being dicked down turns his brain fuzzy.

But after that, homeboy is putty in your hands. 10/10 loves that position because he feels completely dominated by you. Bonus: whisper that he's yours and he'll damn near nut right there.

Namjoon:

Oh, Namjoon. Another one where it's a bit of a power struggle. He's used to being the one in charge. However, once you show him the pure bliss of giving that up... there's no going back. He proudly wears the title of your bitch. His words, not yours. He'll take it any way you'll give it to him honestly. But he does like spooning style. It really boils down to the fact that he likes it when you hold him. Big spoon and the strap? He's all for it. Bonus: Make him cum without touching his dick and this man will fucking marry you.

Jimin:

This mother fucker. He is a damn brat. He will never not try to power bottom you. It is a battle every damn time. That being said, he rides it like it's the wild west and he's a cowboy. He likes this position because he still feels like he's in charge. However. shit gets real when you hold him still and thrust up into him. That brat is a whining mess within seconds. He fights you for power every time but secretly wants you to snatch it away. When you do, he falls apart. Bonus: hold his ass down after and overstimulate his dick. He hates it but he loves it.

Taehyung:

Well, Tae is interesting because truthfully he doesnt much care about the position as long as you are giving him deep, hard strokes. He wants to feel that shit in his brain. Doggy, missionary, prone, lotus, whatever. Just as long as you get him hard enough that it makes his brain fuzzy, he's good. However, he is always down for doggy style. Bonus, if you put a collar and leash on him and choke him a little bit while you rail him.

Jungkook:

Jungkook, being the athletic and ambitious soul that he is, is down for anything. He wants to try it all. However, he's also passionate and sensitive and therefore he loves the intimacy of missionary. He likes when you push his legs up and apart. He likes the feeling of your hands on his thighs and your mouth on his chest. He likes when you lean down to kiss him. He likes being able to stare into your eyes while you completely destroy him. Bonus points if you massage his pecs and suck on his nips. He's sensitive there and it will drive him crazy every time.

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[cantsaythetword]

hi, i dont know if you're still writing the mini fics so i apologies if not lol, but maybe prompt 30 with bucky and steve. again so sorry if this is not happening still :)

I wasn't sure if you wanted Lee Steve or Lee Bucky but I went with my tried and true formula of Steve being the lee hehe.

And I'm alllllllways up for mini fics haha anytime send the prompts my way ^^.

Also just like before I wasn't sure which prompt list you wanted so I tried both. Hope it's ok!

Also it's kiiiiiiinda like a fic I wrote a while ago but not exactly. It different. Enjoy!

30. “Can you… tickle me?”

30. “I’m not ticklish, who do you think I am?”

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"I could definitely beat the Loch Ness Monster in a fight!" Steve said indignantly, gesturing to his laptop.

"With your asthmatic breathing ability on land I doubt you could hold your breath long underwater..." Bucky smirked, not taking his eyes off the television for a second.

Steve had found himself down a rabbit hole of '___ vs Captain America' blogs. Sites rating different creatures on how they would fare fighting America's favourite hero.

"Hey, they superjuiced every weakness out of me!" Steve justified. "I could take anyone."

"Ok first of all, please never say the phrase 'super juiced' again." He shuddered as he said it. "Second, I know for a fact you have one very big weakness."

Steve's cheeks reddened slightly.

"And thiiiiird~" He winked. "We both know you can't take me."

Steve scoffed. "Of course I can."

"Riiiiiight." Bucky rolled his eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean??"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Captain Giggles."

Steve could feel his face burning up. "I don't think I do."

Bucky moved closer, head craning to look at the laptop. "Is the tickle monster on that list? Cause there's a creature you'd lose horribly to."

“I’m not ticklish, who do you think I am?” Steve grumbled, a smile twitching at the sides of his lips.

"Oh bullshit!" Bucky guffawed.

"I'm nohot!"

"I thought I was the one with memory loss. You getting old, grandpa?"

"It's child's play. I'm not a child."

"Yeah. Like I said. Grandpa."

Steve glared, before returning to his list.

He let out what could only be described as a *MIRP*, before slamming the laptop lid and staring at the wall for several seconds.

"What was that?" Bucky gave him a weird, questioning look.

"Nothing!" Steve responded a little too quickly.

Bucky lunged for him, grappling for the laptop.

"Let me see!" Bucky grinned.

"No!"

"Come onnnn!"

"No!!"

The pair wrestled for a while before Bucky finally got a solid grip on the device and opening it up.

'Captain America vs Tickle Monster - Cap Loses'

"Ohhh." Bucky smirked, chuckles bubbling from his chest. "They called you out HARD on this one buddy."

"Shut it Buck..." Steve groaned shyly, hands moving over his eyes.

"Though our beloved hero has more strengths than we can count," Bucky said in his best announcer voice, "He has to have a least one weakness. And look at him, there is no doubt those rock-hard abs are adorably ticklish."

"Shut up shut up shut up!" Steve shook his head back and forth.

Bucky continued. "This would be a completely one sided fight, Tickle Monster reigning victorious, and poor Cap giggling on the floor."

"They don't know what they're talking about."

Bucky let out a bark of laughter. "Oh they don't do they?"

Steve shook his head.

"Let's prove it then."

Bucky launched on top of his best friend, swiftly pinning one arm above his head and using the other to poke and prod in Steve's poor armpits.

"NOHOHOHOHO BUCKY!" He screeched, wriggling as best he could under the weight of the supersoldier.

"I'm not Bucky!" He grinned. "I'm your greatest nemesis, the Tickle Monster!"

"CUHUHUT IHIT OHOHOUT!" Steve squealed between sets of giggles.

"Do you submit?!" Bucky grinned, using his fingers to hook the inside of Steve's armpits and his thumbs to rub circles on the side of his pec in a relentless tickle grip.

"NEHEHEHEVER!"

"Okaaay!"

Bucky continued his merciless attack on Steve's upper body, transitioning to tickly massages up and down the superhero's ribs.

"You know buddy," Bucky smiled endearingly at the mess beneath him, "Ya kind of have to *fight* back in order for this to count as a *fight*."

"I CAHAHAN'T!" Steve begged, his free hand doing it's best to cover his armpits, ribs and face all at once.

Spoiler: it wasn't working.

"Alright, I'd say that's a pretty clear victory for one T. Monster." Bucky beamed heroically.

Steve huffed in gallons of glorious oxygen, before giving his friend a playful glare.

"You're a jerk."

"Oh please, you love it when I tickle you." Bucky said offhandedly.

Steve's body froze up, a flustered smile breaking out on his face. "I do nottttt."

"Right." Bucky smirked. "The fact that you barely tried to stop me definitely backs you up on that."

"I tried!" Steve gave him a playful shove, and not a very powerful one due to Bucky still sitting on his hips.

"And the way you get all flustered and smiley when tickling is even mentioned means nothing huh?"

"It's embarrassing!" Steve groaned, hands covering his now beet-red face.

"The way you absolutely light up when I do cave in to your taunting."

"I never ask for t-... those things!"

"And I know you love how up close and personal it is. Like a giggly cuddle, huh pal?"

"Shuhut up Buhuhucky..." Steve was half curled up by this point.

Bucky chuckled, ruffling his mate's hair. "Alright I reckon I've teased you enough."

There was a pause.

A silent moment.

Then;

“Can you… tickle me?”

Those four simple words from a very flustered Steve was all it took for Bucky to break into an unbearably teasy grin, almost endearing in nature.

"Of course, you punk."

[mypoisonedvine]

Hii!! First, thank you for letting us enjoy your writing, I absolutely love it!. And for tonight's sleepover (sorry if it seems a bit off, I'll understand if you dont want to write it) but... What about one of Daniel's characters discovering a knife kink, like they love the way reader can defend by themselves, he admires that and can't help but thinking about reader being so dominant, slashing his clothes or their own clothes teasing him. How would they react once reader notices that?

this just SCREAMS sub!zemo at me and hhnng you know I can't say no to that! knife kink obviously but no blood, oral m receiving, premature ejaculation, mention of anal, and lots of teasing c:

Say what you will about EKO Scorpion, but you were a dedicated unit of soldiers. Maybe it was because most of the squadron came from intelligence first, but there was a discipline a lot of other boots-on-the-ground seemed to lack. While they spent their leave in bars and brothels, you were working; all of you were. Training, specifically. Some of the others were training with weights, a few more with guns; but you and the Colonel were on the other side of the barracks, running drills with a much more ancient weapon.

He was there first, you saw him sparring against a dummy with his sabre and you stopped to admire his form for a moment before he caught you watching.

"What a sad little blade you've got there, Lieutenant," he smirked, "it's nothing compared to my broadsword." He waved the weapon in question just for emphasis, and you had to admit he looked pretty good holding it like that.

"It is little, isn't it?" you admitted as you observed the dagger in your hands. "I'm just using it to compensate for my huge dick."

He scoffed but you knew the comment threw him off a little bit. He did a better job than the other men in the unit at ignoring your female-ness, but apparently thinking about whatever was in your pants-- huge dick or otherwise-- wasn't how he expected this conversation to go.

"Spar me?" you suggested.

"Sure, where's your sabre?" he asked.

"No, I'll use this," you clarified, and he seemed both shocked and amused (again).

"Against this?" He waved the sword again.

"Yes! Now will you just get back into form? And try not to stab me too hard?"

He cleared his throat quickly and squared himself up. "No promises," he mumbled.

You made the first move, and though his sword started to come down over you, you were able to catch it in the divot of your dagger's hilt, blocking him so swiftly that he never had a chance to stop you from twisting around and pointing your weapon at his neck, just under his jaw.

He dropped the sword and raised his hands, taking a step back and pressing himself against the wall as you followed him with a raised brow. "Well, that was a bit anti-climactic, huh?" you smirked.

His wide-eyed expression made your heart swell for no good reason at all: here was your Colonel, your commander, someone you looked up to and obeyed without question, looking uncharacteristically submissive-- and not just in general, but to you. The thought hadn't even crossed your mind before, but you liked the rush it gave you.

His gaze glanced down for a second, at himself, and you instinctively followed it; you weren't sure what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn't an obvious boner pressing up against the inside of his uniform trousers. That's what it had to be, right? What else would have that shape, with the ridge of his head visible through the dark green fabric? It looked thick, too... were you drooling already?

"Okay, maybe not anti-climactic for all of us..." you mumbled.

"Exciting, sure," he awkwardly countered, "but I wouldn't quite call it 'climactic'... yet..."

You grinned and stepped even closer, delicately running the blade over his jaw; he had just enough stubble that you were more likely to give him a sudden shave than to actually cut him. Not that you'd ever want him to shave the stubble, because you secretly loved it. "I can fix that," you whispered. "What was it that got you excited, then, Colonel? The blade, the fight, the way I casually walked in here and kicked your ass?"

"A little bit of everything," he decided after swallowing thickly. "H-how sharp is that, anyway?"

"Really sharp," you promised, moving the blade down lower to run over where his neck met his shoulder. "I could cut you. I should stop then, right? You don't want me to cut you."

"Don't stop," he whispered.

You moved the dagger lower again, this time to the collar of his shirt where you slipped it underneath and started to slowly slice your way down, right through the standard-issue cotton fabric. You mainly just focused on your work but caught a glimpse of his mouth falling slack above you.

You'd seen him shirtless before, you end up seeing your comrades in various states of undress when you're in the field together this long, but it looked different with his chest rising and falling every time he panted, with a thin layer of sweat over the highest point of where his pecs were dusted with blonde-ish-brown-ish hair.

You dropped to your knees in front of him, ghosting the side of the cool metal over his fly and watching him tense up. "Y-you're not gonna cut me there, right?"

"No," you answered, suddenly sliding the shining tip of it right between his legs, where his balls must've been turning blue waiting for you to stop teasing him; he started to creep up onto his tiptoes to avoid getting pricked as you continued, "not if you behave."

You looked up at him expectantly.

"You're going to behave, right?"

"Yes, Lieutenant," he nodded quickly, and it was so odd to hear him say that as if you were his superior. You liked the feeling, though, it made you want this more than ever.

You sliced the button of his fly clean off; you hooked the tip of the blade into the end of his zipper and carefully pulled it down.

"Fuck," you heard him mumble as his cock was freed, looking so lonely and achingly hard. You couldn't even stop yourself from leaning forward and swallowing up the tip of it, hearing him moan and feeling his hands grab at your hair right away.

"Hands to yourself, Colonel," you stopped to correct him quickly, and he slammed his hands back against the wall with all the desperation of a man who would do anything to get you to keep sucking his cock. Thankfully for him you did, running your tongue up under the base of it before suckling at the head once more, going just a bit deeper with each bob of your head.

"Oh god," he groaned, "s-so good, it's so good... please don't stop."

It was the sadist in you that had to stop right then, though you gave him a little mercy by stroking his cock slowly with your free hand while twirling the knife with the other. "How long has it been since somebody got you off, Colonel? Other than yourself."

"Can't even remember," he admitted with a sigh, "even just by myself. You know we can hardly ever get a moment alone in a unit like this. But I know the last time I got off, I was thinking about this."

"This?" you repeated, bewildered.

"Exactly this," he confirmed.

"That's funny, cause the last time I got off, I was thinking about you, too," you grinned.

"Really? You thought about me when you touched yourself?" he smiled.

"I never said I was alone the last time I got off, Colonel," you reminded him. "No, I was with somebody... and while he was fucking me I was imagining how much better you would do it."

"Oh, fuck," he sighed as his head fell back against the wall; you kept stroking him as you started sucking again, bringing the side of the blade up against the crotch of his pants again just to see how he squirmed with his cock still in your mouth. "I'd fuck you so much better, Lieutenant, you know I would... let me show you."

You had to pull off of him before you smiled too hard to keep going. "Oh, Colonel, I don't think that's a good idea. I think I should just keep sucking you off until you come-- shouldn't take you very long, you're already trying not to come all over my face as we speak-- and then leave you be. Keep it simple, you know."

"N-no, I need more, fuck," he hissed.

"No, you definitely don't," you chuckled, "you can come right now, just from this. Is that what you wanna do? You wanna come down my throat right now?"

"No, I wanna see you," he explained, "wanna touch you-- I need to make you come, Lieutenant, it's all I've been thinking about for months."

"Okay, let's make a deal then," you offered. "I'm going to keep sucking your cock and if you can keep from coming for fifteen seconds, you can do whatever you want to me. You can fuck me right here on this floor, you can eat my pussy until I pass out-- you can put it in my ass, if you really want. Whatever you're into, whatever you've been thinking about when you get yourself off."

His eyes were so wide as you said that, you worried they'd just fall out onto the floor.

"But if you come, all you're getting is the memory of this afternoon as material for your pathetic little spank bank of fantasies. Deal?"

He could only nod weakly as he stared down at you.

"Count for me, Colonel," you demanded, hearing him start with 'one' the moment you wrapped your lips around him again.

He almost lost count right away, because clearly he hadn't been expecting you to pull out all the stops-- you sucked hard, you bobbed your head and twisted your hand over his spit-slicked length, you trailed the blade slowly down his thigh through his trousers. "Two, th-three, four, five..." he breathed, whimpering a little when you looked up at him and made a moment of eye contact. "Fuck, uh, six, seven..."

You pressed your tongue against his slit and felt his hand jump up to grab your hair instinctively. You kept sucking and stroking as you circled it with the tip of your tongue, moaning around him even though you hadn't even really meant to.

"Eight, f-fuck... ni-- oh, god!" he groaned, and even you were surprised as you tasted salty, warm come beginning to coat your tongue. He held you down with his grip on the back of your head, cock twitching as streams of come shot to the back of your throat. You almost gagged, but managed to keep it together until he was done, at which point you pulled back and showed him your full mouth before closing and swallowing it in one go.

"Not even ten seconds, Colonel, that's a shame," you grinned, loving how embarrassed and flustered and exhausted he looked, "I was really looking forward to being all yours, however and whenever you wanted me... oh well."

You shrugged and stood up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"You don't last very long in a sparring match, huh?" you chuckled, tossing the blade to him and seeing him fumble but managed still to catch it. "Better luck next time."

You left without another word, though his dumbfounded expression proved he had plenty to say, just no wherewithal to do so. You could only hope that he'd find a chance sometime soon to get his revenge on you, because you were really looking forward to losing your next bet with him.

[luckyasfuck]

maybe i just wanna be yours [k. bakugou]

A CAMBOY AU SERIES - PARTS 1, 2, 3, 4, [5]

pairing // katsuki x female reader

tw // cussing, smut

warnings for this part // oral (m and f recieving), hair pulling, face-fucking, exhibitionist kink, spanking, praise, dacryphilia

theme // enemies to lovers au, camboy!katsu au, college student!katsu and reader au, no quirk au

keys // y/n

words // 1.8k

a/n // IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG I DONT DESERVE YALL. pt 6 at 250 likes and 20 reblogs btw!

previous part

y/n has been alone in the library for about an hour now. she didn’t notice katsuki’s absence until she had to change subjects to study, too indulged in the textbook to look up. no messages were given by katsuki about him being late and she grumbled, rolling her eyes. she writes the name of the textbook on top of the page in her notebook and the library door swings open. 

a calm katsuki walks towards her, ash blonde hair kinda messy and his black hoodie all over the place. with an eyeroll, y/n went back to writing on her notebook while handing the textbook she just used to him. “you’re la-”

“why’d you block me?”

the sentence made the girl look at him with a glare. her hand stops writing, her body stiffens and her hands start to sweat. “what the fuck are you talking about?” she avoids his strong gaze, looking back down on her notebook. katsuki fumes at this, pulling out his phone as she started to write again.

the notebook is closed harshly, a phone being slammed down on it as it displayed her account and the block message. she looked up at the fuming boy as he gripped his phone tight, gazing down at her. “none of your fucking business.” she replied, putting the cap on her ballpoint pen. about to glare at him again, a gasp erupts from her throat when he grips the collar of her shirt, pulling her towards him.

“why’d you block me?” katsuki’s breath fanned right on her lips, his eyes locked right into hers. she sends a death glare his way, grabbing his wrist and detaching it from her collar. “it was the right thing to do and you know it.” the blonde rolled his eyes as y/n dusted her shirt off, fixing her collar. “great, now it’s loose.”

heavy steps make the h/c turn her head to the sound, only to be grabbed by the shoulders and sat down harshly. katsuki towered over her, “unblock me now.” 

“i see no reason to.” stray students walked inside the library and y/n is quick to shove katsuki away from her, they chatter and sit on a table near the front. they don’t acknowledge the two students who were here before them as they laughed loudly. 

y/n sighs, mood completely ruined by the dumb blonde and class skippers. speaking of the dumb blonde, he eyes the students as well, dragging a chair and sitting down beside y/n right before she got up to return the textbook. vermillion eyes stare right into her ass before they’re torn away by her voice, “go get a fucking textbook.” 

the math section is where it all goes downhill.

hands show up either side of y/n as she’s reading through the contents of the math book. about to turn around, she stiffens when a warm, sculpted body presses up against her back. 

katsuki’s crotch brushes up against her rump, his pecs right against her back. “what the fuck are you doing?” the pressed up girl returns the textbook to its original place, trying to even out her breaths. the blonde moves back a little, a hand gripping y/n’s shoulders to turn her around. “will you stop pushing me around?! you- mhmp!” 

a pair of lips slams against hers mid-sentence, a tongue instantly prodding against her lips asking for entrance. the hands encaging her roam her body, one staying put on her hips. “don’t you ever shut the fuck up?” katsuki slurred against her lips as y/n put her hands on his chest, “says you.” 

the next thing the blonde knows, he’s pinned to a shelf. the shelf falters slightly but this doesn’t bother y/n, instead she presses herself against him while connecting their lips once again. 

now that was definitely unexpected. 

“you want it or nah?” katsuki pulls away, hands disappearing underneath her shirt. “i’m afraid you’ll be too loud.” he smirked, groping her left boob. “me? too loud?” y/n tilts her head to the side, her hand traveling downwards to squeeze the males evident bulge, making him whine out quietly. “says you.”

“i’ve watched enough of your stupid lives to know how loud you can be.” the students chatter loudly in the distance, making the both of them aware of their presence. for some reason, the librarian wasn’t here to check up on the shelves every now and then. perfect, y/n thought as she got on her knees, grazing her fingernails along the side of katsuki’s bulge. his cock twitches under her palm as he covers his mouth, breathing heavily. 

his cock was pretty. of course, she’d seen it on multiple lives, but seeing it right infront of her, his pink tip leaking and his veins throbbing. it hit different. without warning, her lips encage his cock head, licking at his the pre-cum dripping down his slit. a beautiful moan escapes from katsuki’s parted lips as he threw his head back onto the shelf filled with books. chatter and footsteps approach the both of them, growing louder by the second. 

“hey, sto-” katsuki warns, trying to push the girl away from his cock. the students walk to the section of shelves right behind them, laughing about getting a book named whatever that was. ignoring the statement, y/n pushes his cock deeper into his mouth, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue around. the weight of it felt amazing against her tongue as she slowly fit all of him in, struggling and gagging. she pulls away, a thin string of saliva connects her to his cock. 

“oh don’t stop now.” katsuki glared, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her back. “fucking suck it, so these students right behind us knows whose cock you’re choking on, yeah? it’s my cock.” for reasons unknown, the students behind them didn’t hear a thing, probably too busy being idiots. y/n only nods, continuing her job, stroking the places she can’t reach. “poor girl, you need help?” 

a harsh grip on her hair and she gags audibly again, hoping the idiots behind katsuki didn’t hear it. slowly, he started fucking himself with her mouth, admiring the way she looked up at him, saliva drooling down her jaw and onto the floor. the tip of his cock hits the back of his throat and he groans. “did you hear that?” a slightly muffled voice asks and the laughter and noise ceases. y/n and katsuki’s hearts drop, but she can’t stop now, could she?

with a faster pace, she starts sucking again, looking up at katsuki with a smirk. “we should go check.” they hear and y/n’s heart pace picks up, licking at the prominent vein of the blonde’s cock. “fucking filthy exhibitionist.” he mouths as the group of students start to investigate. right about to catch the dirty doings of the duo, they’re called by the remnants of their friend group to go get food. “too bad,” he threw his head back, hard footsteps and chatter slowly disappearing in the distance until the library door finally closes, leaving the room silent. “they didn’t see me fill your throat with cum.” he says, finally shooting his load into your mouth. 

the library consists now of katsuki’s moans and y/n audibly gagging here and there. “your turn.” the next thing she knew, she was bent over the desk they were studying at. “we were supposed to study, weren’t we? okay.” he let out a deep chuckle, opening the textbook she used to study. “page 357, what is knowledge?” the cold breeze of the air-conditioned library made her shiver as he hoisted her skirt up, groping her ass and thumbing her clit. “i... i haven’t gotten to that page ye-”

spank.

“ow, fuck!” the slap stung, and katsuki chuckled, kneading her ass cheek with the same hand he used to spank it. a thumb grazing the wet patch in her panties. “page 17, what is psychology?” y/n gulps, legs quivering. “scientific study of... of mental process and behavior...” the tension is thick when he doesn’t speak, she tries to look back at him to see what he’s doing only to be cut off by a moan when one of his fingers dig inside her, slowly moving in and out. “the more correct answers you give, the faster i go. the more wrong answers you give, the slower i go. understood?”

“u-understood.”

“page 137, when was behaviorism introduced?” fuck, y/n didn’t like numbers. katsuki stops moving his fingers and she whines, trying to pry her brain for the answer. “1913...?” a sigh leaves her lips when he starts moving again, a little faster now. “good girl.” this went on for ten more questions, her ass stinging, legs giving up, and tears rolling down onto the table. she had already cum twice, mind becoming hazier and hazier with each question. “that’s it baby, one more question. page 270, which theory of abnormal behavior stresses the importance of current experiences and the persons view of themselves?”

y/n felt his cock prodding at her entrance and she whines, thrusting back to try and get it inside of her. katsuki puts the book down, gripping her hips and pinning her wrists above her head. “nope, answer the question first.” he teases, rubbing her slit up and down with his cock. “existential theories.” she answered proudly, a small oh, yes leaving her lips when he slowly bottoms out inside of her. “good girl, you like being fucked out here? when anyone can walk in and see you?” 

the size of his cock was amazing, it felt amazing. the females eyes lull shut, gripping down at the table with her fingers as katsuki picked up his pace, heavy balls slapping her clit with each thrust. y/n can only nod, face contorting in pleasure as skin slapping, her whines and his grunts bounced off the four walls of the library. “good girl.” he says for the millionth time, bending over to give her shoulder blade a kiss. “fuck! g-gonna cum again!” she warns, legs shaking and sobs leaving her lips. 

“so pretty when you cry,” katsuki whines out, thrusts growing sloppier and faster. “so. fucking. p-pretty.” a loud moan escapes both of their lips and his hips stutter, shooting his load inside her. he thrusts a few more times, prolonging their orgasm. soon, he pulls out and they’re both panting. with a swift movement, he spanks her ass one last time before pulling her panties up, keeping his cum inside. 

y/n is still fucked out, drool and tears all over her face as she got up from the table. katsuki grabs a chair and moves it to her, slowly sitting her down. “you hurt anywhere?” he tried to act cool while snatching her phone, offering her his jug. “fuck off, i see you taking my phone. unblock yourself if you want, i don’t plan on watching your stupid lives anyway.” she choked out, wiping the thin layer of sweat on her forehead. katsuki rolls his eyes at this, unblocking himself and unfollowing all the other camboys you had. 

“we’ll see about that, pretty face.”

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Something New: Titanic

A/N: fic based on this position. Never seen it before, thought it could be fun to try with some of our fave jjk men.

Choso

"Choso! Yes, like that.. Keep fuckin me just like that. Uh! Uh! Uh!" SMACK.. SMACK.. SMACK.. Slow deep thrusts in missionary that make you arch, nipples scraping across his hard pecs. "Gonna make me cream, baby! Oh fuck, don't stoooop." You're most definitely wailing now, nails dragging down his back creating the dark red marks he loves so fuckin much. "Yeah? Am I.. Does it feel good?" Choso's genuinely asking, cheeks flushed as he tries to hold back his nut. He's still so shy when you guys fuck. Always asking if he's doin it right or what he can do to make it better. He doesn't have a lotta experience, but he'd sell his soul just to make sure you're satisfied in every way. "Course baby, you're so- Chosoooo!" His name bursting through your lips when he starts to tap his thumb against your clit. You're man dedicates commiting this moment to memory: how your eyes flutter shut, plump bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you cum vigorously on his cock. Quivering hard, arms so tight round him; embracing Choso just as tight as your pussy clings to his cock. Your breath is racing, heart pounding but you dont waste a second sitting up. He pulls back, hard cock pulling out as you push him onto his back. "Wh-what? I do something wrong?" You simply shake your head, thinking how cute your man is as he needlessly worries. "Then what are you-" He's stumped when the glory of your backside comes into view. Choso's swallowing hard at the sight of your luscious brown ass. You look at him over your shoulder. "Kness up, baby." You tell him sweetly. He complies, letting you make room so you can sit on his cock. You bite your lip to muffle your moans just to hear the deep groans coming from his chest "Fuuuck, your choking my dick baby." Big warm palms locking around your ankles when you lean forward and start grinding on his dick nice and slow. Just like he likes. "Y/n! Ahhhh, shit.. What are you- oohfeelsogood! Chu doin to me, baby?" Choso can't take his eye's off your ass ploppin up and down on his abs. Flawless brown skin rippling like water as you stare over your shoulder breathlessly. "'M fuckin you, Daddy." Your man's hips stutter.. And then he pours his nut into you with out warning, dark eyes open wide in shock. "Sorrysorrysorry. 'M so sorry.." Choso chokes on apologies as he fills your cunt till you leak.

Toji

"..so what chu tellin me, woman? You goin back on your word?" Toji's eye brow raised as you sit atop his unyielding abs. Piercing gaze holding your own, making you unable to look away. He's still got his shirt on, only naked from the waist down, but you still feel every single ridge of each pec as you grind on him. Your stark naked ofcourse, dress and panties shredded thanks to your husband. "Toji, please. Know I can't.. I don't know how. Never done it before." His hands, rest on your thighs, grippin tight at your words. Fuckin dick taps sticky at your ass, equally interested. It's becoming painfully obvious that you're a lil pillow princess thats probably only ever been fucked on your back. Toji's gonna have so much watchin you take his dick that way. "Now, don't you think you shouldn't make promises you can't keep? Sorry baby. No take backs." Your eyes actually tear up at your mean ass husband. Yet your hips dont stop rubbing your horny lil pussy all over him. Know for a fact he's just being an ass; that no matter what position he fucks you in, he'll be sure to breed the fuck outta you and have a good time doin it. What you can't possibly predict is your pretty teary face pulling at Toji's heartstrings. He sighs, giving you a heavy eyeroll. "Fine, y/n. Such a crybaby. We don't have to do it that way.. This time." But he has something else in store for you. He lifts you up by your hips, forcing you to turn around and face the opposite direction. Lifting his knees, he commands you; leaving no room for argument. "Sit on my dick." Your knees clench his sides nervously and you don't move right away, attempting to look at Toji scowling face. That earns you a sharp POP! to your left ass cheek. "I didn't tell you to turn around. I said: sit on my dick." You whine back at him but obey this time, using his knees to lean foward as you hold his cock and slide down. "Fuuuuck Toji.." You stop halfway, trying not become overwhelmed. That unfortunately gets you another smack in the same spot, the sting so sharp you jerk and dig your acrylics into his knees. "You think I'm fuckin playin, huh?" Toji snatches at your waist and slams you down to sit on the rest of his cock. You breath whooshing from your lungs at the pressure in your tummy. Mouth open in a silent scream as you lean forward, grippin at his calves to help you pull off his dick. Toji doesn't even notice your escape attempts. Feet planted into the mattress, fucking up into you as he bounces you on his cock. "Damn, best pussy in the fuckin world." His head dipped back into the pillow, eyes shut as he absolutely basks in the feeling of your lil pussy sucking him in. "Toooji.. Toji l-lie." Your jumbled accusation makes him chuckle as he opens one eye,peeks at you struggling to take him. "No, said you don't have to do it that way. Still gone ride this dick baby." To prove his words, your husband picks up the pace, laughing as you cry and clutch at him desperately.

Suguru

The water sloshes around the two of you, your high pitched moans flowing freely as you fuck Suguru sensually. You're in public at a spring, but neither of you give a fuck about that. Whoever comes along its about to get a free show. One of his hands hold your damp waist, the other grips onto your ass. He's addicted to watching you, every part of you. Just so completely engrossed with the way you rotate your hips against him; is goin crazy that he can't lick the drips of water off your plump chocolate ass cheeks. "Damn girl, shit is to much for me. Slow down." His words make you giggle, seeing as your already doin just that. "I am goin slow, Guru." You're doin so much more than that: keepin his sensitve cock so warm, so much warmer than the water licking at his sides. Damn, you're always the fuckin best at this, fucking him so good he's damn near delirious with the pleasure. "Shit, baby. Aint never.. Where you learn this shit from?" His dark brows pinch together as you spread his knees just a bit, gettin that leverage so you can pop that pussy on him over and over. "Porn." Your matter-of-fact answer makes him laugh a bit, quickly melting into a moan as you speed up. Waters so crystal clear, Suguru stares as it cascaded down your pretty brown skin. 'Fuck this is so much better than fuckin in the tub' he thinks mindlessly, since the clean ups usually a bitch. But then he suddenly can't be bothered to give a fuck as you toss your head back. Your hair freshly done, long y/h/c/ wavy tresses damp and sticking to the curve of your spine. Suguru doesn't know why the sight fucks with him so much. Without a second thought he's leaning forward to wrap his arms round you, holding you in place as he cums viciously. "Suguru, what the fuuuuck! Can't believe you! Are you seriously cumming already?" Your pouty whine would usually make him feel guilty but he can't even see straight at the moment, pussy's so phenomenal. He tucks his chin into your shoulder moaning lowly, his dick refusing to cease shooting his nut between your gushy walls. "Ahhh, fuck. Suck on ya lil pussy after y/n- mmmm.. Shit, you feel so damn good! Ohfuck! So so so gooood. Look at me, baby. Come on, lemme see those pretty y/e/c eyes." You roll them first before looking over your shoulder, gazing into his eyes as he pumps thick streams of cum into you. Cant help but smile a little listening to your boyfriend whimper, mouth open wide humpin you like a puppy. Neither of you notice a certain white haired sorcerer hiding nearby; dick softening in his fist, the globs of cum splattered across his knuckles cooling as he watches his best friend kiss you tenderly. Wishes to God he could switch places with Suguru right now.

[quietmyfearswith]

sparse sleep ; syverson x fem!reader

status — completed oneshot

word count —1,972 words

summary — in which syverson has trouble sleeping.

warnings —swear words, fluff?? mentions ptsd and war things, angst?? insomia, implied smut, sleeping (literal sleeping) with strangers (thats dangerous please dont do that)

pairing — syverson x fem!reader

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“Shit! I’m so sorry,” Sy apologized as he accidentally spilled his drink on a woman who was sitting by the bar; his eyes lifted from the stain his drink made on her velvet dress to her eyes. Wow she looks beautiful, he thought as his mouth hung agape and he struggled to formulate words. “It’s alright,” She reassured him and chuckled at his panic, “I trust it was just an accident?”

It took him a few seconds before foolishly nodding his head, “It was, I’m sorry,” He pointed to the gathering crowd behind him that were rushing to get out to the balcony, “I was being pushed around by all these people.” It was a mere ten minutes before the new year approached them.

“Ah, well I don’t know about them but I’m not too keen on the fireworks,” She stated as she paid her bill. This lured Sy in as he hasn’t met a lot of people who disliked fireworks like he did, “You don’t like fireworks too? How come?”

She shook her head as she stood up from the chair, “Well just one of the reasons is that it bothers a lot of dogs.”

“My dog hates the fireworks too!” He said, too excited and he had to clear his throat as he began to walk along with her, “‘Tis the reason why I chose a hotel room with soundproof walls, or so they say.” Waiting for the elevator, she cooed at the mention of his furry companion; she was too excited that she couldn't help herself from asking, “Do you mind if I see your dog? Only if it’s alright, of course.”

The elevator let out a soft chime, Sy gestured for her to step in first and she did, “Sure!” He entered his own floor number and smirked smugly at her, “You sure this isn’t some devious plan of yours to lure me in and seduce me?”

She could feel her heart beat increase as she shook her head and slapped a hand to his pec, “No! Excuse you I just happen to love dogs so much, okay?” The former captain could feel the nervousness start to sink in as the elevator didn’t play out instrumental music; shifting his weight between his feet, he took a good look at her face as she was looking on her phone with a slight frown.

“What got you pouting over there like a heartbroken child?”

His Texan accent was thick when he said that sentence that it had her laughing softly as she chucked her phone into the back pocket of her denim jeans, “Where’s that accent from?”

“Texas; you from there?” She shook her head as she told him where she was originally from. The soft elevator chime informed them they were on the Captain’s floor. Taking charge, Sy exited first and his one hand pressed against the elevator doors, giving Y/N enough time to step out of the cold box. “Are all Texans a gentleman like you? Or is it just you?”

A deep chuckle erupted from his chest as he reached for his hotel key card in his back pocket once they were in front of his hotel room door, “Some are as dastardly as they come, while some clean up their act only to impress the ones they’re courting.”

As he opened the door, he gestured for her to enter first and she did with a smile; upon closing the door behind him, they both could hear Aika’s excited  barks coming from the bathroom. “You might want to sit first on the bed, I’m gonna get her out.”

“Taking me to bed already? Naughty Texan you are,” Her flirty remark had the both of them laughing, but she happily skipped and sat on the bed as she patiently waited for the dog.

“And this is Aika,” Sy announced as the German Shepherd patiently and in a disciplined manner walked beside him; it was impressive to Y/N how the cute pooch was, despite her excitement — which was visible with her wagging her tail vigorously — she was still staying beside him before being given permission to approach her.

“You can go ahead and pet her,” Sy nodded as he sat on the floor beside Aika. With that signal, she knelt down and proceeded to scratch the space between her ears as she greeted, “Hi Aika, how are you?”

Sy looked with adoration as the girl giggled out loud when her face was being smothered and licked by Aika’s tongue, “Alright easy now, girl,” He tried pushing Aika to him; but to no avail the female dog seemed to have preferred his new found friend more as she plopped herself onto her lap and nuzzled to her.

“It seems like she might have chosen over you,” She observed as she stroked her fur with a smile; “I can’t blame her for doing so; I would have chosen you too, you know?”

His remark had her eyes widening and shock and she could feel the heat rushing up to her cheeks, “I don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you on my lap, Sy.” It was the first time he heard say her name and he felt this tremble inside him — due to all his years in the military, he mistook the feeling for something of fear while he was out in the battlefield — but really it was just butterflies floating around in his stomach.

“Well doesn’t have to be sitting on your lap, you could sit on mine you know?” He threw in a wink to mask his nervousness. Biting her lip, she gently jostled Aika off her lap and moved to sit beside him, until the outside of both their thighs were grazing against each other, “Let’s start off like this first and see where we go from here, yeah?”

“I’m fine with that,” He grinned at her, he checked on his wrist watch and noticed how they were a minute away from welcoming the new year, “Last sixty seconds of this year and it’s giving me a gift as a way to end and start the new year’s.”

Loving the sound of that, she took a bold move to sit on his lap, he tilted his head up to look at her as she was caressing his bearded cheek, “How ‘bout we welcome the new year with a kiss then?”

Instead of verbally responding, he took charge and slanted his lips with hers; pleased with what he did both her hands ran across the short trims of his hair while his large, warm hands circled around her waist.

The loud countdown by the people counting down the last ten seconds could be heard, but both of them could only focus on the feel and taste of each other. As their lips danced together, they both could feel the rumbling sound of the fireworks, they felt a dog snuggle in between them.

Breaking away from the kiss they both turned their attention to the sweet furball; Sy cooed at her while he was rubbing her head lovingly, “It’s okay, girl. We’re here, we won’t let the fireworks harm you okay?”

It was abordable to see how snuggly the pooch was, they giggled among each other while they brushed her fur lovingly. Sy moved her body around so her back was to his chest, whereas AIka settled her head into her lap; it had only been less than a few hours before they had met each other, they both felt safe and at peace with each other.

“She’s so adorable, how long has she been with you?” She found it odd how the collar she had did not contain a name tag. “Been together for almost three years now, she’s an army dog.”

With that information, she turned to face him, “Are you a veteran?” He nodded with a tight-lipped smile. Her hands left Aika’s fur and turned fully to hug him, rubbing the wide expanse of his back, “Thank you for your service, Sy.”

Part of him found her reaction quite silly, but at the same time no one has expressed such sincere gratitude to him and the fact that it came from her warmed his heart even more. “Well I had to make the world safe for you now, don’t I, love?”

Removing his tight hug around him, she jokingly shoved his shoulders but smirked otherwise. “So what are your plans now that you and Aika,” She pet the dog once more to remind her that they were here for her, “Have retired from active duty?”

“Gonna be training newly recruited soldiers — gives great pay and benefits, so I thought why not?” She pouted and tilted her head as her fingers ran around the hair that was by the nape of his neck. “Maybe try to get some sleep for once.”

“You have trouble sleeping? Do you have nightmares?”

Sy nodded sadly as he bit his bottom lip, “Not really nightmares, moreso flashbacks of all the explosions and killings.” He took a deep breath before continuing his recount of his sleepless nights, “Part of the reason why I don’t like fireworks, really. They remind me of when I was back in Iraq.”

The feeling of the pad of her fingers felt great along his skin, prompting him to open up more and let down his walls. Disconnecting his gaze from Aika and onto her eyes allowed him to see orbs of hope and love. “I’m sorry to hear that, Sy. You’re so brave for having to get over the terrors that keep you up at night.”

“Maybe if I had someone to hold me, I wouldn’t have trouble sleeping.”

The captain was only joking, but she didn’t hesitate when offering, “Well I could hug you to sleep at night, test that strategy of yours?” He looked at her with bewilderment, “You’d sleep — not the euphemism — with a man you just met?”

Shrugging her shoulders, she pursed her lips, “I’ll take my chances with you, Sy. But I don’t think you’re the type to lure women and kill them in their sleep now, are you?”

He chuckled and pecked her lips softly, “Well damn am I glad that you’re taking your chance on this Texan captain. I can lend you some clothes so you can dress up?”

She nodded and stood up, offering her hands to him which he gratefully took as he stood up. Silently, he handed her clothes and guided her to the bathroom, allowing her to dress and freshen up first. Once she was done with her routine, she then exited the bathroom and told Sy it was now his turn to change. As the captain was changing into more comfortable clothes, Y/N had been petting Aika and humoring her.

“Are you ready to sleep now?” He smiled as he leaned against the wall as he was watching the lovely scene in front of him.

“I am, and I do hope you get to sleep well.”

There was the warm feeling in his chest and stomach again; instead of addressing it internally, he just picked Y/N up from the floor and laid them both down on the wide bed. “Show off,” She remarked as she cuddled up into him — her arms wrapping around his wide frame as her legs tangled with his.

“Happy new year, by the way,” She said after a few moments of silence after they were cuddling. Nodding to himself, Sy pressed a tender kiss on her shoulder before greeting her back, “Oh it will be, love.”

And that night did prove his theory right, that he does sleep better with someone holding him. But that wasn’t the only reason as to why he wanted to keep her in his life for a long time.

[enhashoney]

Imagine Sunghoon taking you skating…

(fluff stuff)

Sunghoon gives me the vibes that he would want to go skating with you for two reasons: 1. To see how you handle skating, 2. Just to show off with his deep talents in his old professional career that he used to train for… Skating with sunghoon would be nothing less than cute torture for a lack of a better term. You and Sunghoon would approach the skating rink while your stomach twists and turns in nervousness knowing that your boyfriend is a professional skater that will be watching you. For you, this is your first time skating in a little while and you dont want to mess up in front of him. As you rent out skates for yourself, you and sunghoon walk to the benches to put them on. As you tug ruthlessly at the strings, you can’t seem to get them tight enough. Sunghoon peaks over at you and giggles at your slight struggle and makes his way over to help you. It took him only a few seconds to fix the shoes and you smile in awe looking down at him tying your laces in a cute bunny loop. Now it was time… time to step on the ice… You take your first step and almost immediately slip and fall but your body doesn’t hit the ground. You feel the arms of your boyfriend around your waist as he catches you from falling. He is giggling at how cute you are and decides that he will guide you around the rink for the first few circles just to ease you back into the world of skating. After a few falls, trials and errors you finally feel confident on your feet on the rink and decide to let go of sunghoon’s hands. You start moving on your own and you can feel the smile creep up on your own face because you are so happy that you finally got it. As you keep moving you turn your head slightly to see a proud sunghoon watching you and blushing uncontrollably. After you were extremely comfortable, sunghoon decides to play around with you a little bit. He skates up behind you and scares you a little bit, making you fumble. After a bit of struggling you managed to regain your balance and you look at him dead in the eye sticking your tongue out at how he did not succeed in making you fall. He takes this as a challenge as he skates close up to you trying to tickle you while you are both moving. After some skating around each other he catches you to tickle you but you both fall in the process lightly landing on your butts on the ice laughing and tickling each other. After playing around you decide to go get some hot chocolate for the two of you and as you come back from the cafe booth you are greeted by an angelic sunghoon skating his heart out. You decide to just stand there watching your boyfriend as he pulls some gorgeous spins and twists and glides on the ice. You thought he didn't see you but then out of nowhere he looks straight at you smiling as he points at you and then nails a triple axel. You blush cutely at him dedicating a move for you and at the slight cocky sunghoon you see after he nails the move. He finishes skating and then the two of you leave with your hot chocolates in hand walking in your neighbourhood. You are holding your drink with two hands bringing it close to your mouth when sunghoon puts an arm around your shoulders. You arrive at your house when you turn to him thanking him for the date and he leans in kissing your forehead saying, “no, thank you!”. You two look each other in the eye and he leans in a gives you a cute pec on the lips. “Goodnight sunghoon!” you say sweetly and he says goodnight back as you take a step into your house blushing endlessly at everything that has happened today.

[mythiica]

Reader x Mammon {Obey Me!} - To Indulge a Demon

Title: To Indulge a Demon Fandom: Obey Me! Character: Mammon Genre: kinky kink  Kinks: breeding kink, master, dirty talk, hard sex, fingering, marking, internal cumshot, mild possessiveness, etc Warnings: hah , many ^ Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience  Word Count: 1352 words POV: second person Other comments: dont mind me writing fanservice for myself; this is a breeding season x butler event crossover (?) 

Mammon grinds against your leg in desperation, hoping that you’ll respond to his yelps and whines by praising him. You smile at the sorry state he’s in: his butler uniform is stretched at the chest from having pulled it down over his broad shoulders (to expose his nipples), his face has flushed a lovely shade of cherry red, his tousled hair sticks up in different directions, and the most delicious part of it all is his throbbing cock fighting hard against his tight pants. You want nothing more than to touch Mammon, but he does so much better when he’s been denied pleasure first. 

          “Master!” 

         You shift and pay him no attention, but Mammon huffs in the cutest way and sets his hands on your lap. The charm from his necklace clinks and draws your attention to the hickeys hidden underneath. 

         “Master... fine I’ll say it- I’m hard... so hard it hurts.”

         You know this - it’s quite obvious from his still growing bulge and the pained expression he wears. Mammon slips his hand down his chest and lifts his shirt, exposing the bite marks you left on him earlier. “I want more-“ 

         Mammon is greedy, not only for money, but attention and pleasure. You learned to edge him by gifting him a little bit at a time. Although the markings are a few hours old, your saliva still shines in the dim light. 

         “Master... are you wet?”

         You’d lost yourself in thought and didn’t notice mammon looming over you. His voice is heavy with desperation, so you yank him forward by his makeshift collar and drag your tongue over his lips.

         “You’ve been such a good boy, Mammon, you’re so cute too!”

         You didn’t think he could blush more, but Mammon tries to look away for a moment before you catch his chin with two fingers. “What reward would you like?” 

         He doesn’t dare hesitate: “Ride my cock–”

         Your fingernails press against his skin. “Ride your cock....?”

         “Master-“ he corrects himself. 

         This makes you smile. “Alright, Mammon, I’ll indulge you.” Before you can stand up, he’s got you pressed against his chest and is pulling you to the bed. Mammon’s lips trail down your neck and back up the other side. Saliva drops from his tongue, but you return every hot, open mouthed kiss with the same fierceness. 

         Truth be told, he had made you wet, and you want to fuck him just as badly as his instincts demand.

         His uniform lands somewhere on the ground, you have little patience for more foreplay now, and you trace over the bruises left on his chest. The crescent moons of plum are so beautiful and, after tucking your hair back, you lean down and kiss each on slowly. 

         Mammon releases a low moan and works at his trousers to kick them off before he rips off your dress. Sitting up, Mammon takes a handful of your thigh and wraps his other arm around you. He returns the favor by circling his tongue around your pert bud, coaxing it to harden. 

         Mammon can barely contain his excitement. He bounces energetically and humps you, barely able to concentrate on one thing at a time. When Mammon gets carried away and bites sharply on your nipple, you cry out and pull his hair back. 

         “Owww! I’m sorry Master.. you just taste so good. I’ll be more careful.” 

         “Thank you, Mammon~” 

         He beams at the praise and returns to suckling on your mounds. There is no limit to his dedication, and Mammon dips his fingers between your legs, only stopping when he’s found your clit. The gloves never made it to the pile of clothing, and you squirm at the sensation of his warm fingers rubbing against you (save for the one covered digit that annoys you). 

         As he dips his middle and ring finger into you, wetness coats his fingers and the smell of sex seems to set him off, sending Mammon into a frenzy. He holds you down firmly and presses his cock against you until it fits inside. The breeding season comes with an increase of hormones, and seemingly a larger endowment as well. Mammon stretches your walls more than usual, and he immediately begins thrusting upwards with incredible strength, giving you little time to adjust. 

         You have no choice but to bounce on him and lock your arms around his neck to hold on – nothing you say would draw his attention away from the need to fuck you senseless. “Mammon, baby, you feel amazing- your big cock is fucking me so well!” Compliments about size and performance always urge him more, and he’s (of course) greedy for more. 

         “I know- I know- and you’re so soft.. you smell so good... fuuck-“ Mammon tips his head back and smiles devilishly, canines glinting before he buries his face against your neck. He’s surely left a hickey there, and you should punish him for it, but you have little energy to do so. After the initial sting of pain, Mammon rolls his tongue over the skin to soothe it. “Master, you’re mine now, see?” 

         The maroon has already set in and you beam at Mammon. “Yes, I’m yours…” 

         Every thrust sends you closer and closer to an orgasm. You know that Mammon will power through it and keep fucking you until his energy is gone (which, in your experience, takes a while). He whines against your skin – a wordless way to ask to hear your voice. 

         “M-Mammon! I’m going to cum at this rate!” 

         “Do it~” he coaxes, leaning back and taking your hands in his. The stitching of his left glove has split from flexing his muscles, so you slow down and roll your hips to take it off. With the edge of the glove between your teeth, you pull it back and let it drop onto the bed sheets. 

         Mammon nearly drools at the sight and runs his hand through his hair seductively. When he goes to kiss you, you press your palm flat against his pec and hold him there. 

         “Do you love me?” 

         “Yes!” 

         “More than Goldie?” 

         There is no hesitation in his voice. “Yes.” 

         “Show me, Mammon,” you beg, “show me how much you love me…” 

         The demon does not need to be told twice and he flips you before you can yelp in surprise. His hips pin you down to the mattress, and Mammon revels in fucking you until your eyes roll back with pleasure. Every moan that falls from your lips is a delicious reward that only makes him twitch more against your tightening walls. 

         You lose track of time, but Mammon maintains his stamina and shows no mercy with his animalistic thrusts. The knot in your abdomen suddenly explodes, and you arch your back with a loud cry of his name. Too weak to claw at his shoulder blades, you cup his face gently and ask Mammon for kisses. 

         He continues to thrust into you as you ride out the powerful orgasm. You can only hear the string of profanities coming from his mouth and the I love you’s peppered throughout. Finally, Mammon tenses, signalling his incoming climax. 

         With the little energy left, you lift yourself and grind against his body, fingertips gripping tightly to his biceps. Mammon throws his head back to release a groan before filling your cunt with his release. He lingers there for a moment before nestling against the crook of your neck. White pools at your inner thighs, you can feel it wetting your skin before Mammon pulls back. Shifting around, he holds your legs open and laps at your folds, kissing and teething every so often as he enjoys you. 

         Your clit is numb, but you still feel his wide tongue against you and shiver at it. 

         Mammon whispers, “You’re beautiful,” against your thigh before climbing over you and wrapping you in blankets. You free your arms from the cocoon and pull him against your chest. 

         “You did so good, Mammon!” 

         “Thank you, Master.” 

         He’s wearing that smirk again to remind you that there are many more rounds to come– 

[etherealeeknow]

ASHFDJKJKLKHGHJ wait!!! imagine tho. one random day you find a bra in jisung's room that ISNT yours and you're like "ummm what the fuck is this??". but it's also han jisung. and he's a clown. so you know there's probably a different excuse besides him cheating (but if he is, he's DEAD).

so you go up to him and are like "jisung why do you have this bra in your room?"

"um...it's yours?". and you just look at him with an eyebrow raised like 'try again mf'. so he goes "okay, okay. it's mine."

and you just blink at him for a second before going "i know you have big pecs babe but i dont think you need a bra for them. unless there's something else you wanna tell me..."

"what? no. not that". he takes a deep breath and musters all the strength he has to admit it to you without recoiling into himself like an armadillo. "i bought it....to practice......."

it takes you a good few seconds to register before you start laughing and then you're like WAIT WHO WORE THE BRA FOR U TO PRACTICE ON?!

and jeongin who was walking by just goes "he tried forcing all of us one by one but it's mostly chan and changbin"

"no, it was just changbin."

"wdym? you literally begged chan hyung two days ago"

"YEAH WELL HE RIPPED THAT ONE IT WASNT BIG ENOUGH FOR HIS SHOULDERS"

THAT LAST PART I DID NOT EXPECT!!! 😂😂😂

and changbin 😭 idk why but he does totally seem like the member who would do it for hannie sldkdkdkd i can’t stop smiling—you have no idea how wonky my brain is today (i even sent the wrong chat to my clients, tWICE!) and reading this is like a refreshment istg. thank you for this!! ily uwuwuwuwu 💞