#god i need him

[angelbambisworld]

He shouldn't be so sexy and yet here we are, dear Gene fangirls and fanboys.

[in-som-niyah]

i want a gentle jason

Jason who kisses his way up your body when you're coming down from your high. He whispers a hushed 'you okay ma?' in your ear because he cares

Jason who cleans you up with a soft towel against your delicate skin with eyes burning with just how much he loves you

Jason who will shower with you if you're up for it, constantly kissing your neck, your shoulders, anywhere his bitten lips could reach as his hands lovingly spread suds around your body

Jason who brings you a warmed and fluffy towel and wraps you up in it, making you look like the most adorable burrito he's ever seen

Jason who rubs you down with expensive oils, creams and butters, making sure your skin stays soft for the next time he's itching to devour you

Jason who helps you back into your (his) comfy clothes, while whispering all of the million and one reasons he'll love you forever

Jason who massages your hips, back and thighs, while also smoothing his lips over his previous bites he left on your heated skin and maybe leaving some more

Jason who rubs firm and gentle circles into your lower tummy, the place where he felt his length protruding from mere minutes ago, to soothe the ache he must have left

Jason who kisses you to sleep with his limbs wound tightly around you, mentally praying for your touch to never leave him

Jason who leaves your sleeping body only to make you breakfast the next morning: french toast with fluffy pancakes with syrups and jams of your choice

Jason who battles with his own mind about his self worth and weather or not you should be with someone better. But he would rather (literally) die than have you thinking the same. You're perfect. End of story.

Jason who would burn the whole world down if misfortune ever dared to reveal itself to you. Nothing will ever hurt you. Nothing will ever stop him from looking down and seeing those bright, sparkling eyes and sheepish smile. He swears on his next grave.

[rxdidz]

hiii 🙈 can i req zoro getting into a fight over reader? either someone said something about her/flirted with he, doesn’t matter. thank uuu i love your work <3

˖ ݁ ˓ — he gets in a fight

ft. zoro roronoa

a/n : thank u ahhhh 😽😽 this was cute to write

he groaned as you dabbed the alcohol-soaked cotton ball onto his forehead, “that hurt.”

“well you should’ve thought about that before getting into a fight, he was only saying that to get on your nerves.” you stated, reaching behind him to grab more supplies.

“what was i supposed to do y/n?” he sighed.

“don’t punch the dude! we were supposed to be—”

“he said things about you once you left.. it was a pussy thing to do.” he muttered, you let out a frustrated huff. “i know, thank you for defending me, but i don’t care about what other people say about me.”

he gritted his teeth at the sudden pain “plus, we were supposed to have fun tonight. there was no fighting! but you let that guy ruin it.” you stopped to look at his reaction for a moment.

“y/n.” he pauses. “i’d do anything for you. even if it means fighting some guy, i’ve fought worse than him” he laughs but your still serious.

“c’mon, im sorry.” he sounds desperate. your breath hitches, you don’t know what to say because you want to be mad at him but how could you be? he was so caring.

“thank you. all better.” you smile at him before sitting beside him and leaning your head on his shoulder.

a comfortable silence fills the room, he eventually leans his on yours and you can hear the rest of the crew on the top of the deck. your thoughts wander. “zoro?”

“yeah?” he meets your gaze. “what did he look like?” you question, a small grin spreading across your face. even if you were upset about it, you knew he won.

he chuckled at the look on your face, “worse than me, he definitely has something broken.” your jaw drops and you playfully slap him. “zoro roronoa! are you kidding?”

“hey, i did what i had to do.” he shrugs. “and you only got hit in the face?” you question.

“well..” he repositions himself so he’s facing you more, “the one on my lip really hurts.”

you smile, “really?”

“yes, i think a kiss will help it.” he glances at your lips before his hand cups your cheek, finally closing the distance between you two. your lips meet an you close your eyes, leaning into him. one of his hands slid down to your waist to hold you even closer to him, feeling the warmth of each other.

[goldencithaerias]

Unexpected Intervention

Bully!Miguel x Reader

tw: dirty talking, semi-public sex, fingering, p in v smut, enemies to lovers if you squint, mean miguel o’hara, soft miguel o’hara at the end

(author note: first off, this is my first miguel fic after a few weeks of being down bad for this man, second, this is PURE FILTHY SMUT. nothing hardcore and more focused on reader’s pov if anything tbh, but maybe it’s just me projecting. anyhow, enjoy.)

(smut under the cut)

It was supposed to be just a small break.

You were simply tired and wanted to take a breather from all of your classes. So, as any rational student would, you skipped fourth period to go up to the rooftop, hoping that some fresh air would help boost your mood.

Unfortunately for you, Miguel O’Hara, the bane of yours and pretty much everyone else’s existence, was also there, smoking weed on a Tuesday afternoon. He was the stereotypical mean jock that picks on others with a hot body to die for, the kind that makes people both want and fear. In other words, a hot bully.

And that’s how you find your skirt hiked up to your stomach, back pressed against his chiseled body as his two thick fingers pump in and out of your abused cunt. This has to be at least the 4th orgasm that he had pulled out of you, and just from his mere fingers alone. His lips were pressed against your ear, his other hand fondling your tits as he whispers the vilest of words that make you whimper.

“Needy slut, eh? So desperate for attention that you need to wear that tiny skirt everywhere you go, hm? Need the whole world to fuck your pussy out before you’re satisfied, isn’t that right?”

You could only respond in loud and desperate moans, body bouncing up and down on his fingers as your arm clings behind his neck, brain too fucked out to come up with anything actually cohesive. Your juices have covered his entire hand white by now, legs spread wide as the man you swore you despise with your entire being hitting that gummy spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back over and over again.

It took so many illegible pleas and mind-blowing orgasms for him to actually unzip his pants, ripping your skirt off and filling you up to the brim with his girthy cock after pressing you flat onto the dirty floor. Hell, you were pretty sure the door to the rooftop wasn’t locked, and that anyone could walk in any moment now, yet that didn’t stop him from fucking your senses out like a madman. His grip on your hips was so tight that you were sure there would be bruises afterward, but the thought only made the lewd noises that escaped your lips louder.

This is it, you decided; Miguel O’Hara has ruined your experience with any other man from now on, as you were sure no other can ever fill you up as good as he does. You made sure to memorize each and every vein of his cock, taking note of how thick and warm his dick felt around your walls as you took him in as the good girl you were; his words, not yours, and tucking it in the deep corner of your brain for safekeeping.

You both were there until half an hour after fourth period ended, panting and out of breath from the intense sex that left you completely brain fucked. Miguel takes in your form, inspecting how your pretty eyes glaze over with so much bliss and with drool rolling down the corner of your mouth. All because of him, the person who has been bothering you ever since the beginning of time, the one you had cursed out so many times that landed you in enough after-school detention to last at least half the school year. He chuckled at that, chest swelling with pride as he picked up your helpless form in his arms, pulling your panties up and covering your lower half with his jacket like the gentleman he was. You nuzzled your head into his chest, which earned you a huff from Miguel, who then leaned down to you while halfway through the door.

“Why don’t we finish this at my place, muñeca? Gotta make up for your ruined skirt, after all.”

[clemleur]

tell me rn hobie wouldnt be the type to tap your cheek with his sexy ass fingers when you start to lose yourself on his cock. "Ya 'ere, luv?" oh okay OH OKAY🤭🤭

OKAY

you can feel his cock deep inside you and with your legs over his shoulder, he can tell from the little bulge in your stomach that you’re feeling it too

he starts to notice your hold on his arms go slack and your eyes roll farther back while your moans become more broken and fucked out than they were before

“cmon love you were talking all that talk before, take it the way you said you would” he’s taunting at you, gently slapping your face and holding it in his hands to keep you focused

[scribe-of-hael]

Me seeing Starscream for 0.003 milliseconds

Meme template

[gravehags]

how does he look so polite and quiet yet gives off monumental freak nasty vibes? the duality of mountain ghoul

[nana-au]

Big Brother’s Best Friend!

(or BBBF for short)

Suguru Geto♡

MDNI

 ₊˚ପ⊹ Summary: You’re Satoru’s little sister with a hopeless crush on his best friend - Suguru. He knows this too, and promises you won’t be anything more. (You’ll just have to work harder).

₊˚ପ⊹ Warnings: unrequited love (at first), reader laying it on thick, slight age gap (4 years - adults!!), slight possessiveness, little lamb/big bad wolf metaphor, wet dream, size kink, semi-public sex, cock warming, making you watch in the mirror, m! receiving oral, breeding kink - is this list filthy enough?

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 2.4k

 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ

BBBF! Sugu who has known you forever as his best friend’s little sister - nothing more. He’s been aware of the special place in your heart for him for ages now. It wasn’t that he didn’t have one for you - his was just strictly platonic. 

BBBF! Sugu who treated you better than any boy when the two of you were in grade school. He walked with you in the lunch line, preferring to hold your tray for you. He lent you his jacket when you accidentally bled through your pants - promising he wouldn’t be upset if you stained it. He even punched a guy in his grade for making lewd comments about you - the suspension was no big deal. “He needed to be taught a lesson on respecting women,” he informed the principal. 

BBBF! Sugu who texted you every day when he went off to college, leaving you like a lamb thrown to the wolves. He listened to you rant about your school work and every minute detail of drama between your friend group. Instead of fully appreciating his kindness you often cursed him, blubbering over Facetime about why he had to be so attentive. If he didn't like you, he needs to ignore you! It was too much for your sore heart. 

BBBF! Sugu who set a boundary when he caught wind of you turning guys down for him. You were basically his little sister. Precious and fragile. He only ever wanted to protect you - but it was his job to protect you now from your delusional ideas. It was hard - but the remainder of High School you went without hearing from him. 

BBBF! Sugu who spends the summer of his senior year at his friend’s mansion. He forgot how lavish it was. The shower head hung from the ceiling, his guest bedroom fit a couch, and the outdoor pool must’ve been olympic size! He spent his days poolside with Gojo, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the cool mojitos that slid down his throat so effortlessly. 

BBBF! Sugu who chokes on one of his many mojitos seeing you in your little two piece. You just arrived back from your study abroad trip in Spain. Your skin was sun kissed and your hair was parted differently from what he remembered. That was among the respectful differences he noted about you… but the disrespectful ones? The ones that would have Satoru smacking him upside the head? Those were plentiful. Your plush breasts filled out your top, your pebbled buds visible through the thin material. And your ass? Your swim bottoms were swallowed whole by your plump cheeks. You grew into your form to say the least. 

BBBF! Sugu who after all these years still turns you down. The two of you are sitting by the firepit outside, waiting on Gojo to grab the graham crackers and marshmallows. Your voice is hardly above a whisper when you ask Geto if you were still just his best friend’s little sister - trying to play it off like a joke but you can’t hide the fat tears at the edge of your eyes when he promises that’s still all you’ll ever be.

BBBF! Sugu who maintains his composure even when you turn up the heat. He didn’t know it was possible for clothes to cover so little. How could they possibly try to sell that as a skirt? You probably weren’t helping the clothes look proper when you dropped your phone in front of him. He was sprawled lazily across the couch, manspreading while enjoying the movie playing on the big screen mounted on the wall when your phone slipped from your grasp. You were just checking if the two of them wanted any snacks for their movie when your small hands lost grip, bending down to pick it back up. You must’ve forgotten how to pick things up like a proper lady - you bent completely forward, feeling the cool air on your backside. Silly you! You stretched your arm, taking your time to check for any cracks before standing back up straight. Your phone survived the fall! Isn’t that great? Geto’s throat felt constricted as he hummed a response to you, “How fortunate.”

BBBF! Sugu who deserves an award for how good of a friend he is; Who else would turn down your advances time and time again? He looks at you deadset - your doe eyes unblinking and plump lips frowning, glossed over with a pink shimmer - as he tells you he won’t help you put away the laundry. Recalling the last time he agreed to fold your cute little panties and roll your ruffled lace socks you decided the shirt you were hanging up would look much better with your current shorts. You wasted no time plucking the shirt right off your body, exposing your bare chest to the raven haired man. He didn’t have the strength to look away and he would be cursing himself the rest of the day for allowing you to trick him.

BBBF! Sugu who doesn’t like the stupid fucking guy you brought over. He was handsy and unabashedly groping your ass while you straddled him on the couch. He was completely brazen to be doing this while Satoru was in the bathroom just down the hall - and entirely disrespectful to give your cheeks a firm SMACK! 

BBBF! Sugu who throws the guy out, dragging him through the house by his ear - Giving the back of his head a firm push out the door before slamming it on him. He turns to you, “If I ever see that asshole here again he won’t be able to walk himself out.”

BBBF! Sugu who is rocking his hips into yours as you helped him through his bad dream. You didn’t mean to join him in bed, you just heard his soft cries down the hall and came to comfort him. Your hand came down on his chest, trying to shake him awake but instead he pulled you down on top of him. You immediately felt his hard on pressed against your thigh, his hips rutting into you. You noted his face was free of tears - it wasn’t a bad dream at all. His words were slurred by sleep but his moans were incredibly clear. His breath was shaky and Gosh his dick felt big. Your mouth watered at the thought of seeing it in front of your eyes. “M’pretty lil lamb,” his sleeping form murmured. You understood that clear as day. You held your breath as you waited to hear more, “Feel s’good,” Lips forming an ‘o’ and cock twitching. You wanted him so bad, wanted to pull down his sweats and suck him off right then. Have his thick cock twitching in your wet mouth. You were drooling - but you knew better. He was asleep and he would be deeply disappointed waking up to your mouth. You hated the girl he was dreaming of. Why wouldn’t it ever be you? You stayed with him until his dick stopped twitching and his body calmed. Kissing his forehead before stumbling out of his quarters. 

BBBF! Sugu who woke up with wet briefs every morning. He felt like a hormonal teen all over again - cumming in his sleep over the lewd scenes that plagued his dreams. 

BBBF! Sugu who was a very, very bad friend. You were the subject of every one. His best friend’s little sister. He was a sick puppy.

BBBF! Sugu who didn’t understand why you were ignoring him. Was this your new strategy? Give enough spank material for a decade and then cut off all contact? Because, fuck, was it working.

BBBF! Sugu who couldn’t take it anymore! He stopped you at the door before you were able to leave to get a drink from your favorite cafe. “What happened?” his eyes intense as he asked you. You - who played dumb. “Don’t make me sound crazy, baby. I do something?” you shake your head and shrug your shoulders. “You don’t like me. Thought I would finally leave you alone,” you sounded defeated. That made him mad. This wasn’t you. 

BBBF! Sugu who wanted to punch himself seeing you cry. You couldn’t help pounding your fists into his chest and crying aloud at how this was all he ever wanted - You swallowing down your pathetic little crush on him no matter how much it hurt. How dare he act offended over something he nearly begged for. How dare he ignore you for three whole years - blocking your number. You were doing him a favor. The sound of the door you slammed in his face echoed through his skull. You were entirely right to be upset with him. He was a jerk. An asshole. Absolutely the worst. But at least he knew what he wanted now. 

BBBF! Sugu who didn’t have to try too hard to convince you to sneak around Satoru with him. You took him so good anytime that obnoxious white haired idiot wasn’t looking. In Suguru’s guest suite, the hot tub next to the pool, even the couch while the three of you watched a movie. Gojo snorted at the comedic scene, pointing at the tv and turning to look at you to see if you also found it funny. Your lips were tight as you feigned humor, trying not to make what was happening obvious. You were sitting in Geto’s lap, warming his cock during the movie. Neither of you had any idea why he just accepted the fact you were in his lap, with a blanket covering the two of you. Satoru wasn’t really known for being a critical thinker after all. The earlier experience in Suguru’s bed was accurate - his cock was massive. Your tight hole clenched around him, wanting so badly for him to move.  Even just a little! You wouldn’t be picky! Your slick coated his thighs, his girth making you impossibly wet. “I haven’t even moved yet, little lamb,” he teased in your ear, “S’wet.” 

The first time you saw it was in his room a day after your fight. A few words were exchanged, him admitting you were right. He was an asshole - but he wanted you now. 

“You’ll finally get exactly what you always wanted,” his eyes concentrated on yours. You were overcome by joy. Fighting every bone in your body telling you to jump up and down, to scream and cry out in celebration. Instead you put your mouth to good use, immediately falling to the floor and popping his dick in your mouth. You weren’t new to blowjobs or sex - you wanted to be prepared for when Geto finally caved. You wanted to impress him, to make him obsessed with how skilled your tongue was swirling around his cock. Impressed he was too, his head falling back and letting out a sweet groan. “Do I even want to know where you learned this from?”, he was devastated at your precision. How many undeserving losers did you practice on for your mouth to feel this good? Your tongue pressed flat against his vein, running it up the underside before kitten licking his tip. His pre cum was delicious, salty and bitter and perfect. “You really didn’t hesitate getting right into tasting me,” he chuckled to himself, obsessed with how you immediately began to suck his cock the moment he reciprocated feelings. “Did I make my lamb wait too long?”

BBBF! Sugu who pounds your pussy all throughout the night. He loves you in every position. He teases you in missionary, going impossibly slow and watching your eyebrows furrow as you beg him to pick up the speed. Your ass jiggles perfectly as you take backshots, your hair in his hand as he slaps his balls into your clit again and again. He loves the way you fold in half as he traps you in a mating press, listening to the sweet sounds of your sopping pussy taking his cock. It wasn’t long for you to be completely cock drunk. You would lose yourself the moment he fucked into you and would become incredibly lost the moment he pulled out. 

His favorite thing of all was lifting you up and down his cock, using you like a fleshlight. He was obsessed with how much bigger he was than you. How he was able to effortlessly glide you against his cock, his meaty hands holding you up by your thighs. Sometimes he forced you to watch in the full length mirror in the corner of his room, “Eyes open, beautiful. You don’t get to cum unless you’re watching it.” Some days he would take pity on you, it was so hard to keep your eyes open while he was sooooo deep in you. Your cunt was abused day in and day out by his cock bullied deep into you. “You take me s’good. Wan’ you to have my babies - fuck. Always look so good with my load dripping out of you,” his words were filthy and animalistic. “Gonna fill that tight pussy with my children, gon’ have you looking plump n cute,” it was all you ever wanted from him. He was the perfect gentleman, even now. You didn’t have to lift a finger with him around. You would do anything to keep him obsessed with you, even if that meant carrying every child he gave you by fucking deep inside of you. It wasn’t hard to accept when it felt so good feeling his hot cum coat your walls, him not letting up even when he finished cumming. “Gotta make sure you take it all. Have ‘ta fill you completely full. You can take a few more of my loads.” His loads were huge. He emptied enough into you each orgasm you would think it was the first time he ever came. 

BBBF! Sugu who made sure you were alright after every intense session. “I have to make sure I didn’t hurt my little lamb. If I did, I would be no better than the other wolves.”

[aesopsbaby]

He's such an ass but I love him :((!!

[bby-deerling]

all shook up (zoro x afab!reader nsfw)

zoro knows exactly what buttons to push to get you where he wants you. reader is an artist, franky built her a studio on the sunny!

fem afab!reader, mdni, 18+, wc: 1.2k masterlist

Tiny wisps of white gently drifted through the bright midday sky; today was a peaceful, beautiful day to be at sea.  However, you found yourself cooped up in your small studio after lunch, determined to place the finishing brushstrokes on a painting you were finishing of Chopper at work mixing medicines.  Zoro had joined you, sitting on the couch in the corner, watching you while he sharpened his swords.  You’re so entranced by the process, lost in your mind, that you don’t notice him stand up and walk behind you.

“Fix your posture.” he whispers in your ear, running his index finger along the back of your spine.  Completely snapped out of your focus, your back snaps upright, and Zoro smirks at the way your blood rushes to your cheeks.

“Much better.” he says, making his way back to the couch and returning to sharpening one of his swords.  The look on his face is increasingly more smug each time he catches you glancing over at him in between brushstrokes, and it becomes nearly impossible to concentrate on anything besides the growing heat spreading through your body. 

Allowing your mind to drift and fantasize, you can almost feel him pressed up against you, mouth on your neck as it had been so many times before.  The rhythmic metallic scrape of his blade against the sharpening stone only reminded you of his slow, deep thrusts, that left you feeling dizzy.  The bottom of his shirt was riding up, exposing part of his midriff—it hadn’t been the last time you looked.  He was working you up on purpose, and it drove you nuts that it took so little to completely unravel you.

When he finally sheathes his sword and sets it to the side, leaning back into the couch with his hands behind his head, you set your brush down.

“Been looking at it too long.  Think I need a break.” you say with a deep exhale, turning to face him.  The satisfied grin on his face lets you know he sees your neediness written all over your face, despite your attempts to not seem so desperate for him.

“C’mere then, pretty girl.” he says, patting his thigh.  You lock the door, and take his invitation, straddling him and pressing kisses to his jawline, starting outward and slowly moving towards his neck.

“You’re a tease, Zoro.” you mumble in his ear, kissing and nipping the skin on his neck, salty and sweaty from his training session earlier than morning,  “Sitting here and showing me your slutty little waist—”  Gasping, your words are cut off by the rolling of his hips into yours.

“Slutty little waist?” he asks, amused, “What do you call this then, huh?” he says, squeezing the bare, exposed skin of your sides, before letting his hands drift further down to your hips.  You moan softly against his neck as his calloused fingers dip below the waistband of your harem pants and grab your ass.

“You’re the one running around in these pants that you know drive me nuts.  Shame they’re gonna have to come off.” he says, voice husky with lust as one of his hands reaches to tease your clothed slit through your panties, breath hitching as he feels how soaked they are.

“Please, Zoro…” you whine, craving the feeling of his fingers inside you and squirming against his touch.

“You fall apart for me so easily, pretty girl—" he muses as he slides his hand down your panties and slips two fingers inside, eliciting a needy moan from you, “—not that I’m complaining.”

Needy beyond comprehension, you whine as he starts to curl his fingers inside of you.  Already lightheaded, you’re drowning, suffocating in a haze of pleasure.  He smirks at the wanting, dirty moans and gasps you let out as you soak his fingers, hips squirming under his touch.  Eager for more of him, you grab the side of his face and pull his lips onto yours.  He continues the slow thrusts and curls of his fingers as his tongue melts into yours, leaving your senses messy, clouded, and unaware of where your body stopped and his began.

When he breaks the kiss to admire how much of a wreck he’s turned you into, face red, eyes darkened and pupils blown, the wanting sigh you let out makes his cock twitch.

“Lemme ride you—” you try to say, but it comes out a mangled mess, unable to focus as his fingers stroke your sweet spot.

“What’s that?” he asks slyly, knowing damn well what you were trying to say, but wanting to get it out of you again.

“I wanna ride you, Zoro—" you plead, gasping at another deep pump of his fingers.  He smirks as he withdraws them completely and squeezes your thigh.

“Hop on then, lil’ demon.”

He marvels at how fast you’re out of your clothes as he springs his cock free; the fabric pooling at your feet is quickly abandoned as you straddle him and grind your naked core against him.  The strangled moan you let out when he slides into you is muffled as he smashes his lips against yours.  Overwhelmed by need, your hips grind into him, head feeling dizzy as your clit rubs against him.

“You’re so hot when you’re needy like this.” Zoro mumbles against your lips as he grabs onto your hips and pulls them closer, increasing the friction on your clit as you grind against him.  Your response is incoherent and fades into the choir of other lewd sounds that fall off your lips and onto his.  Zoro finds this entertaining, and a muffled chuckle vibrates against your mouth.

“Having fun?” he whispers, pulling away from your lips; a string of saliva still connecting your mouths together.

“Mmhmm—” you hum, too clouded in pleasure to form anything resembling words.

“Good, because you’re not going anywhere until you come all over my cock.” he growls in your ear.

 His words send tingles straight to your core and your hips begin to snap against him erratically.  He groans as the grip on your hip tightens, nearly sending you over the edge as your clit rolls against him just right.  You bury your head into the crook of his neck and pick up the pace, letting out a whine as you get impossibly close.  Delirium overtakes you and you feel weightless when you finally come hard, walls fluttering around his cock.

“Fuck—” Zoro gasps, his thrusts deepening as you go limp in his arms.  Electricity buzzes in your cheeks as he grips your waist and fucks you hard, desperate to feel every last bit of your orgasm and its aftershocks around him.  He was the one losing his mind now, more drunk on the feeling of being inside of you than he could ever be on sake.

“Gonna cum…” he rasps as he grabs the back of your neck and deepens his thrusts even more, speeding up until he finally spills into you, leaving both of you panting and shaking.  You both stay there a moment, enjoying the gentle afterglow of the moment and pressing soft absentminded kisses wherever you could reach, before finally emerging from the haze of lust.

“How’s that for a break?” he teases as you both clean up.

“Feeling better now.” you smile.  “Might need a nap now, though.”

“Me too.  C’mere, pretty girl.” he says, laying down on the couch and pulling a blanket over the two of you.

“Love you Zoro.” you mumble into his chest with a yawn as he snuggles you close, entangling your limbs together.

“Love you more.” he says, kissing your forehead as you both succumb to the comfort of each other’s arms.

[chrollohearttags]

still thinking about the idea of reiner fucking affirmations into you…dear god.

making certain that you were satisfied in all aspects was Reiner’s one and only goal in life. Farming aside, loving on you was the only thing he wanted to spend his time doing. Sometimes, he’d place all other obligations aside and devote his entire day to attending to your needs. Whether it was gifting you a shopping spree, taking you out to dinner, or just spending quality time together. Especially when you’re having an off day and he catches wind of it. You’ll try your hardest to hide it but your husband can always sense your energy, good or bad. So even if he fills the backseat of your Benz Truck with shopping bags, takes you to get your nails done and or even treats you to Benihana, he knows what it is that you really need…

“That’s right, darling..you’re doing amazing. Breathe with me, okay?”

Ah!—Rei..”

after making it back home, and just in time to beat the impending thunderstorm. But it made for the perfect scenery to the sweet lovemaking that ensued behind the bedroom doors. Candlelight flickering around your naked bodies, soft music playing and him spanking further inside of you. Feeding that sweet little sex deep, gentle strokes..ensuring that you feel each one and just how much he loved you. His large, slightly calloused palms clasped with your own fingers. It felt so magical…so amazing, as if you were being taken to new heights. Fucking you so good with immense passion. All the while, he never took his eyes from you, even when he began to feint and feel himself becoming weaker from the constant pounding; overwhelmed by your warmth. But his desire to feed and pour into you was greater!

“You’re so beautiful, sugar. You know that, don’t you? Do you know how much of a gift you are?…to me, to everyone?..”

muttering those words whilst moving that plan to your forehead and glaring into your tear filled eyes. Kissing away those tears with a smile on his face. You’d nod your head but he needed you to truly believe it. Believe that you were every bit of the amazing woman he knew and loved. To reciprocate the feelings that he felt; to share the same obsession he had with his beloved (y/n). “You’re so perfect, sometimes I can’t even believe you’re real.” Grunting amid his thrusts. “You deserve this..you deserved to be fucked this good every single night..you deserve everything you want in this world, sweetheart. I love you so much..”

all of which prompted you to sob tears of joy. Gasping and hyperventilating as you felt yourself nearing your peak. He’d continue filling your ears, mind, heart and soul with all sorts of loving, kind and gentle words. Including how he was thankful that he got to one with you..that he was blessed to have you as his wife and sharing the rest of his life with you. And he’d ensure that you not only understood those words but agreed with each one before he allowed you to reach your climax..”Are you hearin’ me, darling? Do you understand?” getting a nod from you before he planted a sloppy peck to your lips.

“Good, now come f’r me, sugar. Come for me, and let it all out..”

[martiniluvr]

oscar winner cillian murphy as jonathan crane aka scarecrow in the nolan-directed dark night trilogy you will always be famous to me.

[noirgl0w]

Rafe Cameron having a good relationship with your father.

For as long as your father could remember, he had had a friend: Ward Cameron. They had both grown up in the same area of the Cut, they had done everything together, They had gone to school together, in the summer they hooked up with girls who were friends so they could continue hanging out together, They skipped classes together, they were pogues, they lived like pogues and your father never thought that could change.

But his friend was greedy, Ward asked your father for help to form a company at the time, but he didn't want to, your father was a conformist, he always had been and he preferred the life of a pogue, working as a mechanic earning a pittance and being able to enjoy the carefree life.

This was a sentiment Ward did not share, and it caused the two to grow apart. Your father watched as Ward began to treat the pogues who had once been his friends badly: everyone except him. But your father was a loyal guy, and he didn't want anything to do with kooks with a superiority complex, so he cut off his friendship with Ward, Even so, he went to Tannyhill from time to time to work, he fixed Ward's yacht or car engine because Ward paid him good money, and he and you needed it.

But your father and Big John were good friends, so you grew up totally estranged from Ward Cameron, or his family, totally unaware of the fact that Ward and your father had once been friends.

John B was always your first and best friend, your brother, and after that came the rest of the pogues.

Your father always hoped that you would take down one of the pogues, not John B, because that would be strange since he was like your brother, but I do hope that one day you would introduce him to JJ or Pope as your boyfriends. Once he even asked you if you were a lesbian because he saw how you spent too much time with Kiara.

Speaking of Kiara, her kook year came around, and she introduced you to Sarah Cameron, before the two of you fell out you became very good friends.

At Sarah's birthday party, while you were waiting for Kiara to arrive (she never did) you ran into a boy with baby blue eyes who introduced himself as Rafe, Sarah's brother.

And believe me, you tried to get away from him once Sarah and Kiara argued, because Sarah was still your friend, and you knew the things she said about him, Rafe couldn't be a good person at all.

But he managed to fall in love with you, and you two started dating after Kiara and Sarah became friends again and left you aside, the big bad Rafe taking care of you and taking you for a tour of the island club, the place you swore you would never go.

Everyone could see how he was different with you, how his gaze softened every time he saw you, every time you gave him a shell that you had found on the beach and that had reminded you of him, every time you held his hand or you kissed him on the cheek when people were around because you're too embarrassed to kiss him on the lips.

Your father almost fainted when he found out you were dating Ward's son, because there was no way Rafe was a good influence on you.

And being one was not, he often took drugs, got drunk or got into fights in front of you, but every time you hinted at wanting to do something like that his answer was a resounding no.

When you introduced Rafe to your father, at a bonfire that your father's group of pogue friends had organized and where most of the partygoers from Kildare were present, he tried to do everything he could to make your dad like him, and surprisingly it worked.

A couple of conversations about how Rafe worked at Ward's company were enough for Rafe to discover that your father didn't like his, so he changed strategy.

Talking to your father was like talking to Kelce or Topper, only he was more blunt and a little more foul-mouthed. They spent the entire day talking about engines, the last national surfing competition, the next beach party. So much that you even got jealous that your dad and Rafey got along so well, because you also wanted attention from both of them :(

So now, every time Rafe comes home you have to drag him to your bedroom, because once your father and him start talking there's no one to stop them and you had to sit on the couch petting your dog because the two of them were talking about 'boy things' that you don't even care about!

You never meant to say that, but you're definitely jealous of your father.

[blue-potchii]

Been too long; have a Harvey sketch that i've had for months now 💚

> my farmer is fr just a self-insert, but anyways her name is Marilyn 💙

>> good god to have a man like Harvey,,,

[thewalkingdilf]

save a horse ride a cowboy, or whatever that saying is

[redhead1180]

Photo of Rudy from this weekend. Holy Fuck he looks good. God this man makes me feral.