#fuckability index

[tiggymalvern]

So what is it about guys like Michael Westen, Tony DiNozzo and Doug Ross (if you watched ER) that makes us go all weak in the knees?? It's certainly my "tv" type but in real life not the man I married...except for the snarky sense of humor.

Heh, sorry, but you're asking this question of the wrong tumblr XD

I spent the first two seasons completely neutral on Michael - generic white male action lead, whatever. I fell in love with Sam in season two - hard. I fell in love with Fiona in season three. And as a consequence of that, in season three I LOATHED Michael for some of the crap he pulled with Sam and Fiona. And that continued into season four with the way he treated Jesse (Fiona was right, if they were going to bring him in, they shouldn't have kept lying to him).

I softened somewhat on Michael in season seven, because the guy went through absolute hell, and not even he deserved that. And when I watched the whole show through a second time (and then a third), that softer attitude stayed, and I came to appreciate his good points as I saw him more through Sam and Fiona's eyes. But I'm still nope-ing out on him.

I'd screw Sam in a heartbeat. I'd happily screw Fiona. Both of them would be a lot of fun as a quick fling (though definitely not to live with). I wouldn't touch Michael with a fifty foot pole XD

Same goes for Doug Ross. George Clooney can be hot in some things, but not in ER. And I don't know who the other guy is.

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

I love how we're getting some of the insanest lore a smash or pass blog can have. The Megatron roleplaying. The Scourge war (and the pornstar moustache war following). The Vehicular Orgy. Spider Fucker John Cena. The Longarm pickle plague. The vehicon fucker. The Objectum Guy. The Statistics. The Mpreg. The Thunderwave. The Artificial Insemination Optimus. The Transgender Poll. The Dreadwing Fucking. The Soundwave poll. You know what? Someone needs to make an iceberg.

In all fairness, some of this is just existing staples of the tf fandom at large. And the mpreg is just baked into the canon.

That said the idea that we've gone far enough to warrant an iceberg when this blog has only existed for like a few months makes me slightly scared of how weird we're gonna get after like. A few years. When we've finally run out of transformers characters. When every robot, organic, and fuckable object has been given a verdict. When every horny war has been waged, every plague of lust spread. The carnage. The Chaos. All documented in an encyclopedia of how fuckable each and every entity is, stored within Megatron's personal archives aboard the nemesis so he may study how odd the preferences of the flesh creatures are.

[zerokissingbooth]

what if i was an eldritch horror and haitham was the researcher who looked upon me

[cheolhub]

PLS DO DOM YEONJUN WITH NOONA READER I BEG U 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

SLXT! — CHOI YEONJUN ࿐

summary. jealousy makes you say some things you don’t really mean. good thing yeonjun is kind enough to teach you a lesson or two.

wc. 1.4k

warnings. MEAN DOM!YEONJUN, sub f!reader, heavy degradation, use of the word slut, face and throat fucking, light praise, throat pie (?), teasing cuz it’s yj, jealousy & possessiveness (v brief), light dumbification (?), yeonjun is sooo condescending :( — MINORS DNI 18+

note. heyyy, i didn’t proofread this at all and the ending kinda sucks, but ty for requesting this <333 i don’t write honorifics in any of my works, but i still hope u enjoy this :) it’s all over the place lol. p.s. if i miss anything in the warnings lmk!

yeonjun can be so mean when he wants to. :( don’t get him wrong, he loves you and is borderline obsessed with you– which is exactly the reason why you shouldn’t be talking back to him. or calling him names. or threatening to fuck his friends just because you’re jealous.  

now he has no other choice but to use you as his own personal fleshlight for the night. 

“so much to say now, huh?” yeonjun grunts as his hands push your face into his pelvis. you gag over his cock that is now lodged in your throat. “c’mon, lemme hear it, baby. what is it you called me again?” he pretends to think, humming in a near condescending manner. “an asshole? a piece of shit?”

his grip in your hair tightens, pulling you off him. you’re gasping, coughing, spluttering over your saliva– which also seems to be dripping and bubbling around your mouth and chin. he smirks at the sight of you, biting back a mean laugh. 

“why don’t you tell me the last thing you called me, sweetheart.” he coos, a soft hand cupping your mascara streaked cheek. his voice and ginger actions nearly deceive you, but as soon as you lean into his hand, he taps your cheek twice with a laugh, reminding you that he is anything but your sweet, loving boyfriend right now. “i said, tell me what you fuckin’ said, baby, or did sucking me off make you stupid again?”

you whine at his words, squeezing your thighs together as the dull ache in your cunt becomes unignorable. “called you a slut…”

“that’s right. and why did my pretty baby call me that?” he feigns innocence by showing you his infamous mock-pout. 

you frown remembering, “‘cuz…”

“‘cuz what?”

“‘cuz… i thought you were flirting with the bartender.” you mumble, eyes averting from his. 

yeonjun hums, “and instead of talking to me you went off and tried to get beomgyu’s dick wet–”

you object, eyebrows furrowing in anger at the accusation, “i didn’t!”

the hand tangled in your hair pulls harshly. he bends to where his face hovers right over yours. “don’t fucking lie to me. you and i both know there’s only one person here dumb enough to believe that lie ‘n you know it’s not me.” he spits. 

you barely remember it, honestly. the entire encounter prior to the moment you were in now was a blur. you were tipsy after two shots, and maybe you made it up, but after leaving the bathroom and seeing yeonjun laughing at the young, beautiful, giggly bartender, you may have… jumped to conclusions. 

you weren’t sure what to do, blood boiling at the way she looked at him as if he were the most fuckable man on earth. you (poorly) decided to spend the night with beomgyu and soobin instead. flirting, laughing, leaning into beomgyu with the most innocent smile and calling him all types of pretty names. 

yeonjun, if it weren’t already blatantly obvious, was angry. why had you given all of your attention to his best friend and not him? he knew something changed in your demeanor once you’d come back from the bathroom, but he wasn’t sure what.

“babe, what’s wrong with you?” he’d asked, pulling you outside the bar even though you’d told him you didn’t want to. “you’re acting weird.”

“and you’re an asshole!” you emphasized, poking him in the chest with your index finger. you know you’d never act like this if you had been closer to the right state of mind.

“what?” he asked, confusion filling his face. “how am i an asshole?”

“you’re such a piece of shit, i can’t believe you! you’re always flirting with other girls like a fucking slut,” you snapped, a deep scowl and red hot eyes over taking your features. 

“me? i’m the one who was flirting?” he scoffed. “sweetheart, need i remind you that you were two seconds from sucking beomgyu’s dick if i hadn’t stepped in.”

you laugh sarcastically, eyes rolling, “well, maybe i should go in there and do it!”

you don’t think you’d ever seen him so mad in your entire time of knowing one another. his hand gripped your smaller bicep and pulled you to the car, muttering “we’re going home,” under his breath. you immediately sobered up in said car, bringing up why you were so jealous and going as far as apologizing, but he told you to “save it.”

that’s how you ended up on your bruised knees on the hardwood with yeonjun fucking your face with his stupidly nice cock. 

“i-i-i was jus’ mad, junnie, ‘m sorry.” you try to excuse, but he just chuckles. 

“awww, you’re sorry? my stupid girl is sorry now?” he coos once more. “you call me a slut and then act like one with my best friend and now you’re sorry?” with every word, his tone grows harsher and so does the grip in your hair. 

you nod dumbly, his words making you shift slightly for the tiniest bit of friction. “please forgive me…” you plead softly, tears filling your eyes. 

“make me cum and i’ll think about it,” he hisses, standing to his full height and guiding himself back into your warm, wet mouth. he doesn’t even give you a chance to adjust before he’s shoving his cock down your constricting throat. 

he can’t even help but groan, because, fuck, is your mouth a godsend. looking down makes him even more vocal, seeing your eyes screwed shut as messy tears escape you and your swollen lips wrapped around his girth– you’re fucking gorgeous like this. 

yeonjun knows he’ll have to forgive you because he’s already so close with his hard cock twitching inside your throat. the fact that you’re taking him so well despite your inability to breathe properly is also sending him. 

your blunt nails dig into his thighs as you continuously gag and moan around him. your pussy is beyond soaked at this point and the pain from being untouched is unbearable. you’re so aroused by his dominance and roughness that you’re compelled to get yourself off on his shoe.

you decide against it, though, in attempts to salvage any dignity you have left. you go for rubbing your thighs together as roughly as possible instead, broken, high-pitched whines erupting in your throat and vibrating yeonjun’s length. 

“look at my little slut,” he pants, a smile adorning his face. “trying to get off while she sucks my cock. that’s cute, baby, really.” 

you sob, digging your nails deeper, sure to leave a mark in his delicious thick thighs. you manage to get your eyes open to see the beautiful sight of him before you. his hair sticking to his forehead, his mouth hanging open as he lets out his pretty moans, and his eyes screwed shut in pleasure. 

you choke on his cock again, yet he has no mercy, fucking your face through everything. you gag and moan and make the lewdest sounds and it brings him all the more closer to his highly anticipated release. 

the icing on the cake for him is one of your hands leaving his thigh to hide in between your legs. you’re so desprate you can’t even wait and he finds it so fucking hot. 

“fuck, baby, ‘m gonna cum…” he moans, actions becoming even rougher. when you whine, he chuckles breathily. “yeah, you want that? want me to cum in this tight lil throat?” 

you attempt to nod your head, but it proves to be challenging, so you just eagerly gargle out, “mhm!”

your affirmation vibrates his entire body once more and he can’t seem to hold back.“fuck,” he mumbles, growing closer and closer– endless swears slipping from his mouth. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” he nearly cries, pushing in and out of your throat, one, two, three times before he stills with a whine. his cum fills your throat and you do your best to swallow without choking, but your body betrays you. as soon as he pulls you off, you cough up his cum, letting it spill out of your mouth and dress your already-messy chin and neck. 

you’re panting for breath and your throat is sore, but he smiles. “did so well for me, pretty…”

your voice is hoarse and meek when it comes out, “am i forgiven?”

“‘course i forgive you. you’re all mine and i’m all yours, pretty girl, don’t forget that.”

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[anjelicawrites]

Warnings: nipple play, nipple piercings, nipple weights, overstimulation, a bit of pain play.

A/N: the two requests came one after another and they complement each other perfectly, I had to mash them: they're *chef's kiss*

NSFW and 18+ only please!

The light chain is dainty in his hands, small rings so light he can barely feel them against his palm; the weights as well, two small beads he can attach to his nipple rings.

"Are you sure?"

You let your chin rest on Aemond's shoulder as your eyes focus again on the elegant jewelry in his hands. He doesn't immediately respond, his eye still caught by the play of the light against the shiny metal.

"I am." He, then, answers, turning his head to kiss your cheek.

He's been given the full green light by the piercers, to do whatever he wants with his nipple piercings, since they're fully healed.

"Shall we?"

You can see the way Osferth is vibrating in his own skin with excitement and you'd be lying if you said you don't feel the same: Aemond 's chest area is so responsive, almost to a ridiculous degree. With the addition of the piercings his responses have skyrocketed, even when you three couldn't play with them too roughly because his nipples were still healing; now you're curious of what his body could do.

Your hands idly caress Aemond's tight abs, he's so ripped it is almost unreal how the cords of muscles play under your fingers, you can feel the excitement coursing through his body as Osferth, slowly, attaches one weight on the right nipple, and the twin on the left; the moan that leaves Aemond's parted lips runs through you, adding fuel to the fire of your desire.

"How does it feel?" Osferth asks.

Against you Aemond moans again and rolls his hips, his cock already hard and leaking obscenely against his tummy.

"You're so pretty, sweetling, all bejeweled of us." You murmur in his ear, feeling the shudder coursing through his body. "You just need one little thing to be perfect."

On cue, Osferth's index finger curls in the hoop of Aemond's collar to support his already lax body in a sitting up position, while you crawl in front of him with the long chain dangling from your fingers.

Aemond's chest rises and falls fast, torn as he is between pleasure and excitement, the weights on his nipples stinging deliciously; because you can, you pull on his nipple, forcing the small ball downwards, only to let go suddenly, letting it bounce against Aemond's chest as he whines, his long back arching at the sudden painful sensation.

"Good boy." You drawl.

Seeing him so raw and needy ignites the darker part of your brain, the one that wants this beautiful, intelligent man, reduced into a moaning, screaming mess that lives for pleasure only.

You kiss his forehead after you've finished attaching the chain to his nipples, the silver now dangles against his chest, enhancing his beauty.

He looks so fuckable, ready to be taken, naked as he is, and hard, the black leather of the collar in contrast with his alabaster skin, his nipples a darker shade of pink adorned with silver: he's such a sight to behold, his whole body trembling with desire, his cock leaking delicious precome all over his abs.

He keens when Osferth tugs on the chain again and again, putting more weight with each pass, testing how far he can go before he has to stop. You're not idle either, you pull on the weight again, your eyes glued to the way Aemond's hips push upwards, fucking nothing as tears stream down his cheeks.

"You know the fun thing, sweetling?" You can see the way Aemond is desperately trying to focus on your words. "Those little things will dangle and move, no matter the position we fuck you, or you us. They're gonna pull and pull, and move with each push. I bet you'll come within seconds, and stay hard like a good boy for us."

Your words, the heath and desire they hide, the pleasure that spreads from his chest with every pull on the chain and ball, everything flies to his cock, liquefying his upper body strength: he wants to fall on his back and be taken, but he's not allowed, not with the way Osferth is grabbing the chain, keeping him sitting up, pulling at his chest with increasing strength. Aemond doesn't even realize there’s tears streaming down his cheeks, or that his hips are pumping against nothing as you take one bead between your teeth to suck and bite on the delicate skin of his nipple, all he feels is pain that morphs into pleasure, that blurs everything in his mind: his words, his desire, his control.

He's painting, saliva dripping from his open mouth, small sounds of pleasure escaping as the band of need in his belly tightens and tightens as you both suck and tug on the weights and the chain as his cock slaps against his abs with the force he's fucking the air.

His muddled brain knows what you two want, spurred on by the lewd encouragement you two are murmuring against his chest, the pleasure rising like mist that muddles his mind, the pain when Osferth lets go of one bead, only to pull at it again, never giving him the chance to catch his breath, your tongue flicking the nub of his nipple, moving the weight around as he cries and keens and cants his hips like a desperate dog. Everything comes crashing down, his seed exploding against his abs as you two keep playing with him, forcing his orgasm to continue, until you two let him fall on the bed, his tears streaked face red and hot.

Aemond's hips jump when Osferth's calloused palm curls around his erection: he's still as hard as diamond, as if his balls haven't drained themselves until it hurt.

"You were right." He hears him say. "Still ready, like a good boy."

Aemond's lonely eye roams the room as Osferth lazily jacks him with a loose fist, the pleasure now a simmering warmth that makes him want to curl up and doze in it until you two deem him ready to go again. He hiccups a moan when he sees you adjusting the strap around your hips, selecting one of the dildos.

"You did so good, Aemond, my sweet boy." You say with a smile. "Now go on all fours for your reward."

His whole body shudders, for a moment he can't move, can't breathe, imagining all the ways you two are going to have him: his body yours for the whole week end.

"What's your color?"

Osferth's hand stops playing with his cock and travels to his chin to cup it tenderly.

Osferth's chapped lips find his forehead in a tender kiss and then travel to his eyes to drink his tears away gently, in such a different way from how he has mouthed and bitten his nipples, Aemond melts against him, the love he feels for you two overcoming his senses.

"Kasta, kostilus. Green, please." He babbles.

"I'm so proud of you."

He lays pressed between you two for minutes, soaking up in your shared affection, deaf to the world outside.

He burrows in your combined embrace a tad longer, dozing in the love you're giving him. Perhaps five more minutes, a bit more of this tenderness and then you can make him cry and beg again, until his body gives out. He’s fair game until he uses his safeword anyway, isn’t he?

"Sir. Gūrogon nyke sir. Now. Take me now." He murmurs against your chest, his voice dreamy and distant.

"Are you sure?" You ask, he's falling into subspace, you realize.

"Kessa. Jaelan ziry. Yes. I want it now." He whines.

"Spoiled baby." You answer with a smile.

OG!Poly taglist : @fan-goddess, @notyour-valentine, @aegonx, @darylandbethfanforever9 @20thcentwriter @peachysunrize​

Ewanverse taglist: @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @zaldritzosrose

[amored-core-hotties]

ARMORED CORE SIX: WHO IS THE MOST BANGABLE NPC?

Hello, independent mercenaries. You are likely familiar with the arena ranking system. This will be a similar exercise.

Every mercenary in our database will be able to receive votes. Please vote on which mercenary is the hottest, most fuckable, and/or attractive pilot. Please share this survey so we can sample as many mercenaries as possible. ALLMIND looks forward to seeing your input. For more information:

There will be a list of all the named characters, each numbered. We will pick two numbers at random, at which point, you may vote on which you would most want in your bed. Here is the current list of candidates: 1. C-Pulse Wave Mutation Ayre 2. Handler Walter 3. "Cinder" Carla 4. "Chatty" Stick 5. "Invincible" Rummy 6. Nosaac 7. "Honest" Brute 8. "Father" Thumb Dolmayan 9. Index Dunham 10. "Uncle" Middle Flatwell 11. Ring Freddie 12. Rokumonsen 13. Gun One Michigan 14. Gun Two Nile 15. Gun Three Wu Hua Hai 16. Gun Four Volta 17. Gun Five "Mistake" Iguazu 18. Gun Six Red 19. V.I Freud 20. V.II Snail 21. V.III O'Keeffe 22. V.IV Rusty 23. V.V Hawkins 24. V.VI Maeterlink 25. V.VII Swinburne 26. V.VIII Pater 27. Augmented Human C4-621 "Raven" 28. Raven (Branch) 29. Raven's Operator 30. Chartreuse 31. King 32. Augmented Human C1-249 "Sulla" 33. Planetary Closure Administration Enforcement System 34. Kate Markson 35. Coldcall

We assure you that though you have not heard of the independent mercenary Kate Markson, she is very capable and quite attractive.

Please submit any individuals we may have missed.

The tournament will begin shortly.

[theaveragejamaican]

Warning: suggestive, 10 percent profanity. Don't hate me @pileofmush , this was not my choice to write, my fingers have a mind of my own I swear.

Fuck.

Smooth, succulent whiskey makes it's way down the hollow of your throat, like it does when your day sucks.

And, oh boy, does today suck. Why else would you be in some random run-down Tokyo bar at ten o'clock, as opposed to the ever-giving warmth of your flat? Why would you be downing drink after drink in purple heels that make your ankles sore, looking around to get laid?

Easy. You've been fired ("We truly appreciate your years of hard work, but we have found a more suitable employee," aka the manager's nepo baby, which still used her thumb and index to tell left from right), your sister is pregnant (again, you love that she and her husband have a healthy sex life, but jesus fuck) and your phone's in a sewer somewhere, rats playing Candy Crush on the already shattered screen.

(Your fault, really, the bars had a sign to be careful, your dumbass just didn't want to pay attention.)

By now, you've drank half your weight in alcohol, and can barely feel your heartbeat, or anything, you feel light as a feather. The bartender's golden eyes give you a once over, (or twice over because, well, you must look crazy) and pours you another Long Island. Confused, pissed, and really sad, you down the potent drink in one go.

Your downcast eyes scan the pretentiously-lit room, until you lay your eyes on some blonde guy (platinum or gray would be a better fit, actually) and he looks happy, his bright blue eyes flitting around the crowd, his-

Fuuuuuuck.

Why does he look so hot?

Why does a random man look so hot? Why does a blonde man look so hot? Why does a man, a blonde man, a light-haired man, look so attractive?

Surely you haven't drank that much, not enough to make a potentially insane man look potentially fuckable. Surely, no amount of Everclear could make him look so- so-

Fuck.

And your ankles feel as uncomfortable as ever when you stumble your way over to him.

[cuddlesomeone]

so since it’s becoming increasingly obvious the raditz/chi-chi fic is gonna win the poll here’s a lil preview :3c

lightly nsfw w/ some mouthy language and suggestiveness

“Kakarot has good taste,” Raditz says.

Chi-Chi gives him a suspicious look, one hand submerged in dishwater and the other poised to put a clean plate away. He could very well be referring to the dinner he had just finished, but something in his tone makes her sure he isn’t.

As with every other piece of furniture in the house, Raditz looks comically large sitting at her dining room table. Between his height, muscle mass, and hair, he takes up far too much space. He leans his cheek against one hand while he drags his free hand through the ponzu sauce on the plate in front of him. The high voltage shock collar around his neck is courtesy of Capsule Corp. It seems to glow in the orange light cast by the sunset outside.

“What do you mean?” She isn’t sure she actually wants the answer.

“Dark hair, dark eyes… nasty temper.” Raditz studies his sauce-covered fingers. “If he insisted on mating with a lesser life form, at least it was with one that resembles a Saiyan.”

He licks his fingertips, then shoves his index and middle finger into his mouth. The suggestive gesture and subsequent hum of pleasure has Chi-Chi’s face hot.

“You tryin’ to compliment me?” She grinds out, groping for another plate under the water. “You’re no good at it, so just cut it out.”

He pulls his saliva-shiny fingers free and points at her. “You’ve got a fair amount of muscle, though you could stand to bulk up some more. And you’ve got a nice bit of fat on you. Great levels of fuckable and cuddly.”

Chi-Chi considers marching over and smashing the dirty plate she just secured on his head. Instead she does what she usually does when she has problems: yell. Loudly.

[courfeyracs-swordcane]

Saint Coram of the Thousand Healths (part one)

Regular name Geram Gall-O’Sing, he/him, First Circle, 6’

Gender: bear. sexuality: YEAH BABY. execution status: so no head?

Battle saint! Drinking saint! Guy who just really loves his daughter! Top ten guys who could have fixed Beremuntena if she hung out with him after getting back from the war instead of Pazco! The last of the og three guys in the relief effort that became the saints, aka Anje and her war buddies (even if his depictions wear his husband’s face)(long story) He’s literally just here for a good time. They call him of the Thousand Healths bc fuck dude he sure will drink a thousand healths to everybody he’s ever met and more, and he lives every day as if it’s his last (very literally)(not really a good thing but he’s vibing with it). Family man to the extreme— he’s got his young daughter and his husband and his wife (both unrelated to his daughter) and his wife’s baby brother’s memory (important) and he has pictures in his wallet and will show you at any given opportunity.

Pros and cons below the cut!

Pros:

Massive fucking bear who’s nice to you and also just generally really fun to be around

Will drop everything to be there for you in your hour of need

Hands down top of the S Tier on both the dateability and fuckability indexes

His spouses are both also very cool

Somebody in the household WILL buy you dinner and make you breakfast and send you home with lunch

Dilf with a nice damn house

Cons:

Kind of an alcoholic

Little bit of war trauma probably? The relationship he has with his own mortality is. Not normal.

He is very much married if you’re not into that

Very loud all of the time

Will drop everything to be there for anyone who needs it at any time, which maybe gets inconvenient

[sugarcherriess]

Ghostface Hyunjae with a knife... trope... bimbo caught in a horror? Smut ofc please 😁

You’re so sexy for requesting this, my eyes acc had an orgasm reading this 🫦

Bimbo Caught in Horror with Lee Hyunjae:

cw - smut, horror-ish?, getting ‘kidnapped’ from an alleyway, knifeplay but not too gore-y, non-explicitly mentioned blood, use of degrading words but since mc is a bimbo it doesn’t really offend anyone ❤️, coochie eating but i used neutral pronouns, partly inspired by my favourite cinematic dialogue “please don’t kill me mister ghostface, i wanna be in the sequel 🫦😩,”

Everyone and their mama has always warned you about going out at night alone, in your skimpy clothes, especially through random alleyways that you’re not even sure are safe.

But what do they know? You’re so pretty! Why would anyone ever try to hurt you?

Everyone has always been so very nice to you.

Throwing smiles your way and so many compliments like how hot you are and how incredibly fuckable you look!

There’s no wonder that you don’t notice a masked man following you in the alleyway you just figured you should explore.

Who cares if it’s midnight?

The streets are empty so no danger could ever come to you. Right?

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out so late?” He asks in his raspy voice that sends chills down your spine for all the wrong reasons.

“Um… I just wanted to see what’s in here,”

You turn around to face him at the entrance of the alley, the stranger’s ghostface mask startling you a bit

It makes him look so very frightening but then again, people love you!

“In an abandoned alley?”

The masked stranger has a lovely voice though

“But it’s pretty! I think I smelled flowers somewhere here!”

Had he not been so perversely staring at your useless skirt leaving nothing to the imagination, Hyunjae would’ve found you talking to him so innocently endearing.

Maybe if the circumstances were different and he didn’t follow you for the past twenty minutes trying to eat you up

Figuratively or literally? That’s for you to decide because he certainly isn’t gonna confirm

“Oh? I also smelled a pretty flower and followed it all the way here,”

You can’t see who the man is behind the mask and it should raise all your alarms.

Instead you giggle at he insinuation

“Do you mean me mister?”

By the time you finished giggling and hiding behind your hand, Hyunjae has already strode towards you and backed you into a wall

“Won’t my precious flower let me smell them properly?”

You immediately bare your neck in submission. I mean, he asked so nicely so why wouldn’t you?

Hyunjae chuckles at your wide, clueless puppy eyes looking back at him

“No, you stupid slut, open your legs,”

“I’m not a slut!”

You talk back but you still open your legs wide, letting the masked man slide down the length of your body and fondle with your useless panties.

Hyunjae momentarily shoves his mask up his face but angles it in a way that it blocks your view of him.

He takes your panties off and immediately shoves his face at the apex of your thighs

“No? Then why are you letting me sniff your leaking cunt, hm? And in the open like this?”

Your head hangs in shame

But is it really shame if you bite your lip and shove your cunt in his face even more

Hyunjae separates your folds with his index and middle finger, attacking your clit with his tongue.

He licks it up and down and side to side, your thighs shaking in his peripheral vision

Then he’s detaching from your pussy too soon and shoving his mask down

“Show me your tits,” is his order from between your legs.

“I’m– I’m not supposed to do that for strangers,”

You don’t know when and where he brings out the knife but he does

And then the blunt end is digging into your thigh

“It wasn’t a suggestion,”

Your eyes fill with tears at the betrayal. You thought he was a friend!

“No no no no no,” you’re almost hysterical in an instant, “P-please don’t hurt me,”

“I wont. If you keep being good and do as I say,”

You nod your head as fat, silly tears slip past your face

And then you grab your top from the neckline and pull it down until your tits pop out, your nipples erecting instantly because of the cool air

“Open your pussy for me,”

You do as he says, the action considerably hard since your pussy lips are drenched in your own juices and his spit and slipping away from your fingers

Hyunjae slides the knife from your thighs up your belly while you whine at the dangerous action

Your croptop gives him a perfect view of your unblemished skin

He clenches his jaw and slits you right at the bottom of your abdomen

Its a short cut but still it burns, making you hiss

Then this is his next view:

“You said you wouldn’t hurt me 🥺”

God he could just eat you up

“I’m not. I’m just leaving my mark, dummy. Gotta claim your perfect body somehow right?”

Then the knife is on your neck, being used to push your chin up to the sky

Feeling the knife so close to your jugular makes you shiver and cry harder

“Please don’t kill me mister,” you beg, hands clasped behind your bag to keep them out of the scary masked man’s face

The scary masked man only laughs

He slides the knife down again, the sharp edge slicing your skin every time he puts pressure, blood dripping down your skin in pathetic drops

He teases your hardened nipples with the pointy end, playing with them

His wicked self rejoices in your fear

In the meantime his fingers gather up your slick and push them inside you– three at once

You gasp through your sniffles and shudder at the delicious fullness of your cunt

The stranger intimidates you more by bringing the knife to your pussy, pressing the flat side to your clit

Not your fault that your pussy pulses at that okay!

Regardless of your fear, you open your pussy lips even more, shoving your exposed clit, like, right in his face

Then what else is there to do for the scary stranger than to start tapping your engorged clit with the same side of the knife while your greedy pussy sucks in four of his fingers now

You start erratically bouncing on his fingers to help him with the pace the closer you get to your orgasm

Until you squirt right over his hidden face in a stream that seems to last ages, only driven more as he digs the dull end of the knife on your thighs; dangerously close to your cunt

The cocktail of emotions changing in nano seconds makes your silly little head spin and you pass out in the scary strangers arms </3

“Please don’t kill me, mister,” you plead when you come back slightly

“Kill you? I don’t kill things I own darling,” is the last thing you hear before you truly pass out

You don’t even notice that you’re hanging over the strangers shoulders as he takes you home with him for safekeeping

Of course, a dumb toy like you can’t be left alone in a world full of monsters right❤️

[the-berf]

Aegosexual Carmy has some fun alone

Vaguely, Carmy was aware that he perhaps wassn't the typical hot blooded man that seemed to be portrayed as the epitome of masculinity. Thankfully he wasn't really fussed by it. The whole sex thing seemed to pass him by and he secretly suspected it wasn't such a big deal to anyone and they just made it up. Not that it bothered him, he didn't really think about his dick and it's uses beyond pissing all that much. Maybe it was broken because it rarely got hard nowadays, even morning wood was a rare and inconvenient thing. Dealing with it had never brought him satisfaction or clarity the way others seemed to describe it. Perhaps it was stress or permanent exhaustion or diet or whatever, Carmy didn't much care. He didn't wander around thinking about the people around him and whether they were fuckable. No, he kept his head down, cracked on with work and breathed a sigh of relief each night when he was home that he'd survived another shift.

Insomnia had a knack for going hand in hand with restless boredom for Carmy. Sleep was eluding him, he wasn't in the mood to do anything other than mindlessly flick through the channels. He wasn't even looking, pressing the button for the next one without taking in just what he was seeing. Films, series, adverts, news, music channels, radio, home shopping all flowed on from each other. By the time Carmy's thumb was getting sore from the button, he had probably gone through several hundred channels yet nothing caught his mind. Stopping, he let out a grim huff as the screen was filled with bare flesh, some kind of bad porno playing.

Casting a critical eye at the scene, Carmy had to wonder whether it was all a great con. He had never really cared about the gender of people, they were all equally unappealing in their own way. But his mind was curious. Surely having a couple of fingers up the ass couldn't be all that pleasruable. According to the man on screen it was and he needed more.

Cooking was all about experimenting and Carmy was not in the mood to cook but he was craving trying something new. He had nothing to lose except a bit of time and some curiosity. Mind made up, he became focused and determined. There had to be some lube somewhere in the bedside table, hopefully it wasn't unuseable. Lube didn't go off, right? Bottle successfully located, Carmy made his way to the bathroom. It was the best place for such an experiment, easiest to clean up.

Naked and standing in the tub, Carmy hit the first stumbling block; what position was the easiest. On the TV, the man had been on his back but someone else's fingers were in him. That didn't appeal to Carmy, he didn't want anyone else near his ass.

One leg on the edge of the tub, Carmy spread lube on his index fingers and reached behind himself. It didn't feel especially enthralling, probing and sliding around without any preamble. Still, it wasn't like Carmy could exactly pamper himself with foreplay, right? Wine himself, dine himself then surprise himself with some tender cuddles and slow stripping. He snorted at the idea.

Finger pressing into himself, he breathed through his mouth. It wasn't unpleasant as such but it didn't incite moans of ecstacy either. Mostly it reminded him of being poorly as a child and being given medication via suppositories when nothing else was an option. Determined to see the experiment through despite the rather underwhelming start, Carmy tried moving his finger. Then angle was all wrong, it was more of a strain on his wrist than anything else. So he tried a new position. Hands and knees only worked until he lost his balance and his shoulder connected with the tub with a loud and painful thunk. Another pause and another position.

This time Carmy squatted and his finger slipped in with relative ease. Still not seeing the appeal, he tried wriggling his finger. Other than feeling like he might need to go to the toilet, it wasn't particularly interesting. Resigned to giving up, Carmy shifted a little and his finger nudged something. A small tingling jolt had him pausing. If that was it, he was certain he'd never understand the appeal of sex. So he tried again. It was on the edge of something and, as he probed to find what it was, he managed to press down on it with more force and accuracy than expected. Whole body convulsing in sudden pleasure, Carmy let out a moan and a bit of dribble plopped on his chest. Cock still soft, he watched the pool of come that was collecting.

A little more braced for the sensation, Carmy pushed down again. It was on the verge of too much and he blinked hard as his cock merrily spurted again. Pulling his finger out, Carmy flopped to sit bonelessly in the tub, gasping to catch his breath. He understood. Well, he partly understood. Muscles in his pelvic region pulsed gently in the aftermath as he pondered what it all was. The kind of sudden, almost forced pleasure was enough to jolt his mind into silence. Sleep was courting his conscious and he wanted to succumb.

Such pleasure wasn't one he wanted to share with anyone or have it given to him by hands outside of his own. The first experiment was a surprising success. Next step, Carmy was going to have to broaden his range in terms of width and depth. He was going to explore this even if it was the last thing he ever did.

[rintoki]

just thoughts on pillow prince mikey.. i want to hear him so badff just waking him up in the middle of the night like whispering to his ears n pulling him up ur lap, hes all tired, half asleep ☹️ Wanna bite his neck n bellow his ears or pull his shirt up to lick everything hed sound so cute omgj. Hes all whimpery n shaky slowly moving his hips AAAKWNNBBBS

partial somno pillow prince mikey i hear ??? ohohoh

hmmm imagine just coming back from a tiring day and all you want is to play with your cutie, but he’s all fast asleep. mhh maybe you might have left him alone any other time but this time he just looks so cute i bet. wearing a pair of booty shorts and his shirt is riding up to show his tummy, looking so fuckable right then.

starting off by waking him up a little with some kisses; first around his neck, and then going down to his chest where he begins to stir. waking up to feeling his nipples sucked is a sure fire way to get him hard and leaking. mikey’s already whining, voice still hoarse and heavy with sleep. his arching his back, pushing more of his tits into your hungry mouth. he lets out the cutest whimpers when you press a hand to his cock, rubbing him through the fabric and it’s clear he isn’t wearing anything underneath, a dark spot forming wear his tip was.

you pulled back to admire your handiwork; his shirt pushed up to his neck, chest littered with reddish marks sure to turn purple. his nipples are swollen and slick with spit from your mouth, his own fingers reaching to tweak them, rolling them beneath the pads of his index finger. legs naturally coming up in an M shape, mikey makes space for you between them as you pull his shorts to the side, pressing a spit covered finger to his hole.

wasn’t long before you could easily pump two fingers into him, scissoring and prepping him to take your strap. and all the while he could only whine and gasp, hips stuttery as the wet spot on his shorts only grew. he watched with half-lidded eyes as you pulled on your strap, rubbing his tip through the cloth while he waited. the way your hands lubed up the cock, rubbing and stroking it thoroughly makes his little hole clench, already anticipating how good it’ll feel.

finally shuffling back between him, you pulled him up by his hands, positioning him with his back to your front as you pulled his shorts aside once more and pressed the tip to his hole. and all the while mikey let’s you handle him like a doll; obediently biting down on his shirt when you pushed it into his mouth before you grip his hips and push him down on your strap, only letting out muffled whines at the stretch. his little shorts soiled from precum now, he rolled his hips slowly; getting lost in the feeling of being filled up.

kissing his neck from the back, licking the spots that make his body tingle while your hands find their way back to his chest, toying with his nipples as you slowly thrusted up into him. slow but deep, hitting all the right spots inside him, mikey feels like he’s losing it. still drowsy from sleep, his mind was not ready to process how good this felt. his senses overwhelmed with you, neither of you even noticed mikey’s first orgasm. just a quiet shiver and cum dripping through his shorts and staining onto the bed, but you kept going, completely unaware.

your cock stroking his walls so fucking good, massaging all the spots that make his body tremble, uncontrollably mewling as his second high build embarrassingly quick. mikey laid limp against you, letting you pleasure him to your hearts content, make him whimper and sob, his every orgasm belongs to you after all. your whispered praise into his ear making his belly heat up unbearably. that’s right, he takes you so well, he’s body is yours to use, to pleasure and make cum again and again, until you were satisfied.

mikey loved it, every time you used him, it made him feel loved. his body throbbing so terribly, he could only cry out, tears dripping down and hiccuping as his senses burned with intense pleasure. his second orgasm so much more mind numbing than the first, his body trembling like a leaf against yours body as even more cum leaked through, his shorts now soaked with cum and the sheets below as well.

so so sensitive after, clinging onto you and not even letting you pull out. he’s very much content with cuddling and falling asleep with cum filled shorts, despite the fact that mikey is sure to complain in the morning. even so he doesn’t want you to leave, wants to feel filled to the brim with you, keeping him warm through the cold nights.

[christinebloodwrittings]

Just like a spell

Jötun Loki x Reader (Fluff)

Warnings: None

“He’s tall as fuck” Darcy, one of your friends, made the obvious observation, but you weren’t paying any attention, no. Your eyes were wandering over his long locks of hair falling off his shoulders, his crimson eyes watching over the tiny people around him, and how careful he was by making sure he wouldn’t crush someone with his heel. His bare chest, his big hands…everything.

You tried to think something, but you were absolutely mesmerized, the only thing creeping in your mind was how much you would love to sit in his shoulder like a parrot, that made you giggle.

Although it was your first time seeing aliens, you weren’t afraid, if anything you trashed every single evidence you had on your theory that “Aliens are not fuckable”, you realized your mistake rather quickly.

“Jane! You came” The god of thunder himself ran towards your scientific friend, “Yeah, uh, Thor this is Y/N, Y/N this is Thor prince of Asgard” she introduced both, as the prince looked down on you and smiled, “Nice to meet you, and thank you for coming” you simply nodded and smiled to him, briefly because he quickly directed his complete attention to Jane, which you thought was very cute.

“She force us to come along with her, and now she dich us for that beach boy himbo?” Darcy spoke watching how Thor took Jane away, you decided to stop your friend, putting your arm in front of her, gaining no more than a look of confusion and resignation. “Let them be, have you ever seen her that happy?” you pointed out.

Later, Darcy met a duck, so she went away too. Alone, you decided to step out of the party, it wasn’t really your thing, and when you were about to do so you got distracted and bump with something, or someone.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention” you looked forward to get a better view on whatever you came against only to realize you hit the Frost Giant’s calf, “It’s ok little darling, are you ok?” his velvet voice roam through your body like an electro shock, “Yes, thank you” and he smiled, kneeling a little to be more or less at your level, fearing that perhaps because of his height he could not hear you.

“Are you having a good time?” He asked never taking his eyes off of your body, which made you blush a little, “I was about to leave actually, my friends are a bit busy” you looked away from him to point at Jane dancing with Thor.

“Are you sure? I mean, you could spend the evening with me if you’d like, like the Midgardian say, hand out with me?” you chuckled which he thought was very cute, “It’s hang out, and yeah I would like that”.

After you corrected him he extended his hand prompting you to climb on it. You realized that he wasn't as big as the distance made him seem, although your entire body fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. He was very careful not to press his fingers too much against you, since he knew how fragile humans are, and admiring at the same time how much fun you had seeing the sights from a new perspective.

Leaning against his index finger you were drifting off, the warm weather made his cold skin very comfortable, and also was all the alcohol making its effect on your body, you were sure (and hoped) that the pain in your stomach was due to the laughs you shared with him, earlier he was telling you war stories and all sort of adventures.

“I just realized I haven’t caught your name yet” he pointed out, pulling you out of your trance, “Y/N, and yours?” you turned your body on his hand so you were facing him, “Loki” he said wholeheartedly, he felt so comfortable around you that he unintentionally forgot to mention his title.

“You look tired little darling, how about if we move this to my room?” you tried to snap out of your tiredness, to try and convince him to let you go, but you ended up just looking at him suspiciously, “No need to worry, I’ll take good care of you” he used his finger to lift up your chin and spoke in a very reassuring way, “I promise” you saw no malice in his eyes, so you let him carry you to his chambers.

The bed was enormous, obviously to support big people like him. He settled himself in the middle as he put you down on the mattress, “Thank you Loki” you said after letting out a yawn, he chuckled and before you could lay down he swiftly put you on top of his chest, fixing the covers enough to cover his bottom half and your body comfortably.

“Thank you, Y/N” your name on his lips was a heavenly sound, his heartbeat lulled you to sleep. He dreamed to kiss you, but he had promised not to do that, yet.

Since he wanted to seize every minute that he was close to you, seeing you asleep so comfortably on his skin filled him with happiness, in his life he had experienced such a pleasant feeling.

"I don't know what spell you have on me, but for Ymir’s sake, I beg you to never take it off" he whispered resting his finger on your back before falling asleep with a smile.

[babylonhockey]

hello, blondie ✿⚤

pairing: chris evans x reader

warning/notes: female pronouns, smut, nsfw, kinda rough sex, use of the word ‘daddy’, slight domination, degrading sexual language, slight anal play, explicit language

summary: Y/N surprises Chris with her new exotic look.

prompts/request: ‘imagine the reader colours her hair from brown to blonde and surprise Chris with hot lingerie and her new look’

word count: 1.5k

MASTERLIST

The gleaming reflection of the mirror stared back at you. Fresh golden locks falling loosely down your neck. It was new. You loved it, and you were absolutely positive Chris would too. That’s exactly why you decided to pair your brand new hair with a brand new set of white lace lingerie.

He was going to love it, you were sure of it.

Sliding the sheer white stockings up your freshly bathed legs, you spin yourself around while glancing in the mirror. You spray the perfect amount of favourite perfume onto your bare neck, rolling it back as you imagine the pleasure you’ll be receiving tonight.

Almost as if it were clockwork, you hear the gentle yet distinct ‘thud’ of your front door in the distance as you stood in your shared master bedroom. He was here.

You lay yourself on the bed, propping yourself up onto your elbows as you face towards the door, soon to be met with your naive boyfriend.

“Baby, i’m home”, he echos through the house after arriving home from an ASP meeting. You stay silent, anticipating his reaction to your new-found confidence.

The door knob makes a slight jiggle before it opens to reveal you spread out on the bed. The new you.

Chris’ jaw falls slack, he truly is at a lost for words. Blinking a few times, he manages to form a coherent sentence, “Well hello, blondie” he smirked in awe, “Jesus Christ, you look so beautiful”, he chuckles to himself in disbelief.

You bite your lip, pressing your legs together in a teasing manner. “Do you like my new look? I knew you would” you answer for him.

Chris just stands there, still shocked and memorised at the sight of his love looking completely and utterly fuckable.

You smirk at his demeanour, “Well, what are you waiting for, Daddy?” you blink in faux innocence.

That was all it took.

Chris immediately stripped himself of his white button up shirt, soon followed by his suit pants, wasting no time as his rock-hard erection becomes visually evident through the thin fabric of his boxer shorts.

He approaches your joint together thighs, running his delicate finger-tips over the virgin-white lace of your lingerie. He follows the outline gently, looking into your eyes lovingly before speaking, “How are you so incredible”.

You smirk, ignoring the slight hot flush against your cheeks, “Don’t flatter me” you tease.

Chris pulls back, reciprocating your facial expression. He grabs hold of your ankles, tugging you towards the edge of the bed.

He grabs harshly onto a fistful of your freshly dyed blonde hair, pulling your head as far back as possible.

“I like it” he simply explains before sticking two fingers of his free hand into your mouth. “Open” he demands.

You obey.

He hovers over your open mouth for a moment, then spits his saliva onto your outreached tongue, refusing the release his grip on your golden locks.

“Such a good whore, you always have been” he breathes into your mouth before taking your tongue into a sloppy and rough open mouthed kiss. You moan into his mouth as Chris begins to rub his free hand against your clothed pussy, although it is evidently soaked.

Chris chuckles as he pulls away, “Look at your slut, your absolutely soaked, huh?”

He kisses down your neck, travelling through the nape of your breasts, stomach and ultimately the mound of your clothed cunt.

He pulls back for a moment, visually admiring the lingerie set as he twirls the waist strap of your panties on his index finger.

Chris pulls off the white panties with ease, face-to-face with your dripping pussy, admiring every the scent of your wet cunt. He dips his face into tight hole, teasing by entering and exiting as he pleased.

You find the locks of his brown hair, by habit, and tug against the soft strands in desperation.

“Oh, Chris” you moan breathlessly.

He slicks a long stripe amongst your moistened folds, diving into your clit as his tongue laps against the sensitive bud. He sucked and twirled his tongue around the bud, before entering two fingers into your slick pussy.

You moan in pleasure, arching your back off of the freshly made white sheets.

Chris hummed against your pussy in response. In encouragement.

“Oh my god,” you groaned as he began to pump his fingers faster, hitting your sweet g-spot instantaneously

“Fuck, Chris i’m gonna cum” you squeeze the strands of his hair as you bunch your fist in euphoria.

You could practically feel his asshole smirk as you came around his fingers and he slurped up every last bit of you into his desperate mouth.

Feeling yourself in a state of bliss, you barely acknowledge Chris flipping you over onto you stomach, exposing your ass into the cool air of the bedroom.

You shudder at the feeling.

“So gorgeous, baby”, he rubs his palms around your bare ass cheeks, squeezing his finger tips into the slightly flushed flesh. He reaches his hand back in order to place a firm and dominate slap your right cheek, before grabbing hold of both and spreading them apart, looking straight into your dripping pussy.

You hear Chris sigh in admiration as he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to your untouched and puckered hole, only slightly dipping his tongue in for a second before freeing his hard cock as it slaps itself onto your pussy.

“Are you ready for Daddy’s cock? You tight little whore…” he murmurs more to himself than you.

You moan in response, arching your ass further into the air, pushing it back to rub against his uncomfortably hard cock.

Chris dominates your figure, pushing your back down against the bed, your face now engulfed within the white sheets of the mattress.

“Stay down” he demands as he pumps his dick slowly before lining up his hard member with the pleading hole of your cunt.

He licks his lips in hunger, hanging his head back as he swiftly enters your clenching walls.

“Fuck,” you drag out as you feel filled by his dick.

Without warning, Chris grabs hold of your hips harshly, sure to leave a bruise and begins to pound his cock ruthlessly into your walls, searching wildly for your g-spot.

The sounds of slapping skin corrupt the room as your wet slick pulls his cock in with every thrust.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers, continuing his brutal attack on your hole, “For a slut, you’re so, fuck, fucking tight” he struggles to finish his sentence as your walls clench around his pounding member, refusing to let go any time soon.

You grab a fistful of the thin sheets, overwhelmed with pleasure. “Fuck, Daddy. Oh my god” you drag out your moans in a sinful way.

Chris delivers harsh smacks to your bare ass cheeks, repeatedly slapping each cheek with authority.

He spits onto his fingers, rubbing the saliva onto his thumb as he teases your pucker hole, drawing circles around it as it pulsates in pleasure.

“You love that don’t you?”, he pants, continuing his pounding attack as the sounds of his balls slapping against your clit echo throughout the spacious room.

“Yes, Daddy, yes yes yes” you moan like a porn star.

Chris pushes his thumb into your tight asshole, slightly feeling around the hole as he continues his movements without a missed beat.

You’re close now, and you know Chris is too. Your walls clench his thrusting cock in an attempt to milk his release.

You feel yourself begin to come undone, the familiar heat forming in your lower stomach as your legs begin to shudder and become weaker.

Chris feels your cunt clench around him as your orgasm washes over you, he thrusts his hips faster, chasing his release as he fingers your hole with his thumb.

“Oh, i’m cumming! Oh my fucking-” you scream as your thighs begin to shake violently, you fall completely against the mattress and euphoria takes over your being.

He smirks, removing his thumb and placing his hands on both of your ass cheeks, planting them into the bed as he pounds harder into your sensitive cunt.

“You take, take me so well, don’t you? Y-you little whore” he stutters as he pants, his thrusts becoming overwhelmingly sloppy as you lay limp against the bed sheets.

Chris growls animalistically as he spills his seed into your pussy, your walls clenching around his cock as he stills in bliss, milking his member of every last drop.

He removes his hands off of your ass and places them on either side of your head as he dips his lips down to your bare back, placing gentle kisses against the flushed skin, panting and sighing in relief.

You inhale sharply, coming back down from the euphoric climax and slight overstimulation. Chris pulls out of you gently, yet it still causes you to hiss in sensitivity. He smirks at that, of course.

Ignoring the obvious mess now spluttered onto the freshly washed sheets, Chris admires your freshly dyed hair, cuddling into you and he runs his hands through your golden locks.

“I love it, and I love you” he smiles genuinely, pulling you into his chest and he lays a delicate kiss upon your forehead.

Maybe going blonde was a great decision after all.