#he is not even realizing that you just wanna kiss him

[latenightdaydreams]

Recruit who openly shows interest in Colonel König. Poor guy doesn't know what to do with this bright-eyed, eager to please recruit who openly says to Horangi and Nikto they'd gladly sit on his lap all day if he'd let them.

I just wanna give best boy so love

Baby girl König deserves a soft girl that goes out of her way to care for him💖

Love At First Sight (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, love, fluff, minor dirtiness

1.0k word count

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The first time König saw you was when he was walking to his office. You walked past him and gazed up at him as if cupid struck you with his bow and arrow. You stopped walking and waved to him. König looked around and realized you meant him. He raised his giant hand and waved back to you. The mask on his face hid his confusion.

Later that day, when König went to get himself a coffee from the break room, he saw you there. You turned and smiled brightly up at him again.

“Hello Colonel.”

“Hallo.” He walked past you to the coffee machine.

“How are you doing?”

She’s really trying to make small talk with me? “I’m doing well. You?”

“I’m doing great. I just wanted to say you have really beautiful eyes. They look like a summer sky.”

He stopped what he was doing and just looked at you. “Oh, Danke.”

“Do you need me to make your coffee for you? I don’t mind. I’m on break right now.”

“I—” He looked down at the cup not even halfway filled with coffee.

You slowly take the cup from his hand, your soft delicate flesh coming in contact with his. König looks down at you and feels his heart skip a beat. He steps back slightly to give you room, watching in amazement.

Ever since that day, he seems to see you everywhere. You’re always smiling brightly at him and eager to talk to him. Confusion consumes him. Do you like him? No, you’re too sweet; especially for him. Then today he sees you talking to his best friend Horangi and Nikto. He hangs back, wanting to see if you’re speaking about him. Yes, you are.

“So, he’s single?” Your voice is so hopeful.

“Uh, yeah. The dude is so awkward.” Nikto says. König narrows his eyes.

“He is a good guy.” Horangi defends him.

“I feel like he just needs someone soft to love him.” Horangi and Nikto look at each other and then back at you.

“When he has free time. He’s always doing paperwork.”

“I’d sit on his lap all day then.”

König could feel his ears burning as he heard you say that. So, do you like him?

“Well, his birthday is coming up soon. Maybe give the poor guy a lap dance.” Nikto says, and Horangi laughs. This gives you an idea, though.

“What’s his favorite cake flavor?”

“I- I don’t know.” Horangi admits feeling a little bad.

“Wow, what a great friend,” Nikto nudges him.

König walks away, his heart beating in his ears as he rushes to his office. You see him walk past, your heart fluttering in your chest, and you imagine being held by him.

A week passes and now it’s König’s birthday week. He goes about his day as usual, hoping slightly that you’ll do something for him, but he doesn’t hold his breath. That was until there was a knock at the door. He stands and walks over.

Opening the door, he looks down and sees you with a handful of things. The bags are not festive like he expected from you.

“I came incognito just in case you don’t want people to know about your birthday.” You giggle as you speak.

A smile tugs at his lips as he hears that. The fact you considered his privacy makes him feel truly seen by you. “Come in, please.”

König steps aside and you enter, placing the things on his desk. You place the two gift bags down and then open the Tupperware to show 24 cupcakes. He looks at them and then up at you. The look in his eyes softened. No one has celebrated him since his mom passed away seven years ago.

“I don’t know what your favorite flavor is, so there is white, chocolate, red velvet, strawberry, lemon, and carrot cake.” You bite your lower lip and gaze up at him. What you wouldn’t give to see his face and kiss his lips.

“That’s…a lot of work for just me.”

“You deserve it.”

König looks away from you, not wanting you to see how vulnerable he is right now.

“Do you want to open the gifts?”

“Sure.” He walks closer to the desk, grabbing one bag. Opening it, he sees a Build-A-Bear wearing an army uniform, and he laughs. “This is very cute.”

You laugh with him and hand him the other bag. He reaches in to see a bunch of sweets. His favorite candies, cookies, and chocolates.

“This is all very sweet, y/n. I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to make sure you know you’re appreciated.”

“You did a great job.” His voice lowers as he looks at everything. “Will you stay and share cupcakes with me?”

“Yes!” You can hide how eager you are to spend time with him.

He sits in his desk chair and you begin to walk to the other side when he grabs your waist gently, he is terrified for what he is about to do.

“Do you still want to sit on my lap?”

“Of course.” A small blush forms on your cheeks as you fall back on to König’s massive thighs. His arm wraps around your waist to hold you steady.

König lifts his mask, knowing you might reject him once you see that he isn’t a handsome man and that his face is scarred. You look at him and smile instead. He watches as you reach over for a cupcake.

“Which is your favorite?”

“Lemon.” His hand begins to caress your abdomen.

You grab a lemon cupcake for him and peel it. Holding it for him to take a bite. His gaze lingers on you for a second, feeling hesitant, but then leans forward and takes a bite. Your fingers gently wipe away buttercream frosting from his lip and lick it off your finger.

König watches intently. He tries to ignore these feelings, but his body betrays him. His cock slowly gets hard. The look in your eyes tells him you feel it. You lean in to feed him another bite, this time locking eyes. As he chews, you press a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I really like you, König.”

He swallows and nods. “I know…why?”

“Just look at you.” You caress his face with your free hand. “I just want to make you happy.”

König brings his hand to the side of your face and brings you in for another kiss.

[bkglovergirl]

· ͟͟͞͞➳❥First kisses

Characters: Denki Kaminari and Katsuki Bakugou

If people are interested, I’ll write more.

Word Count; 777

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➷Denki Kaminari

You are sprawled out on his bed, your head down near his as he sits on the floor, his legs out and his head resting on his bed. You both went through trying to pick out something to watch for about half an hour before you settled on some random romcom. The popcorn bowl next to Denki’s leg was empty when you both finally settled and got comfy. Not even a couple minutes into the movie, you had already closed your eyes; Denki’s bed was very comfortable and made you understand why he sometimes showed up late.

“Y/N.”

“Don’t talk during the movie.”

“You aren’t even watching the movie.” You open your eyes to see him facing you, and his face is too close for your liking.

“My point still stands.” You close your eyes again.

“Have you ever had your first kiss?” And your eyes are back open again. 

“What are you talking about? Have you?” Denki blushes and points to the TV.

“Well, they kissed, so it made me bring it up! What is it a weird question?!”

“Yes!” Denki rolls his eyes, and you speak again, “No, I haven't had my first kiss.”

“Well… I haven't either.” Denki looks at you and stares. “What?!”

“What do you mean what?!”

“I’m just...” he glances at the TV and then back at you, moving his leg and accidentally hitting the popcorn bowl. “Surprised?” you turn, lying on your back and staring at the ceiling.

“Why? It’s not that surprising.” Seeing the look on your face, Denki moves and gets on his knees, and You glance at him. “What are you doing?” He gets closer to your face.

“Yes or no?”

“Yes or no to what?!” The TV illuminates his face, and you can see the slight blush on his face.

“This could ruin our friendship, so yes or no?” getting the clear hint, you nod your head yes, and Denki leans down, a little too slow for your liking, and kisses you. Seconds goes by way too fast, and he moves away from you. He leans back on his knees, and you sit up and look at him, your heart beating so fast you think it will jump out of your chest. You go to say Denki’s name, but he beats you to it. “Wanna do it again?” he says with a smile. You nod, and he quickly jumps onto his bed.

➷Katsuki Bakugou

After your fight in class, you and Bakugou are assigned cleaning duty. It has been an hour of silence, with him glaring and you smirking, “I’m done sweeping.”

“Don’t start talking now.”

“Shut up and come with me to the storage closet.”

“Why are you scared?” You smack him with the rag you were also holding and he grumbles following after. Bakugou unlocks the closet and opens the door for you. 

“Aw, you do have a heart.” He mumbles some swears your way and follows you, letting the door shut. “Wait, hold the-.” the door slams shut, and the closet is pitch black. “You mother fucker, I don’t know where the light switch is; open the door again!” you hear movement and a door knob shake.

“I can’t.

“What?!”

“I FUCKING CAN’T!” he groans. You drop the stuff you were holding carefully and move around; you bump into something. “Are you really that scared?” You blush, realizing you were pressed against Bakugou. You go to move back, and you feel him grab you.

“Oh fuck off.” he brings his hands down to your hands and brings them up to his face, and kisses the palm of your hands. “Stop fucking around.”

“I’m not.” he brings your hands back down. “I’ve been waiting for a moment like this.”

“A moment in the closet?”

“You know what I mean!” You laugh, and Bakugou rolls his eyes even if you can’t see, “Bring my hands to your face... Please.” You blush, doing as he says. “I would like to be able to see you while I do this but let me kiss you.” 

“Do it.” He leans down, trying not to bruise his ego and miss your lips. He kisses you softly, but once getting comfortable, he wraps his arms around you. You don’t know how long you guys were kissing before the door opened.

“Guys, did you get stuck… oh!” You two quickly separate and see a smirking Mina.

“Don’t you dare say anything, raccoon eyes!” Mina runs off, and Bakugou grabs your hand and chases after her, with you following, laughing.

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Addiction

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: smoking, kissing, cussing, penetration, oral(female receiving), fingering

18+ Minors DNI!

Thinking about that post I made about Mattheo accidentally getting you addicted to nicotine because he would kiss you after smoking. I know this is way off my schedule, but I cannot stop thinking about this.

When you became Mattheo's girlfriend and spent more time with him, you realized just how often he smoked. In the morning, after classes, even at night when you guys were together in one of your dorms or up in the Astronomy Tower. It almost seemed like the only times he wasn't smoking was in class and during meals.

It was obnoxious, but it didn't stop you from kissing him. It didn't make you protest when he shoved his tongue in your mouth right after finishing a cigarette. It didn't make you stop him when he had you open your mouth and spit into it when he was fucking his cock into you.

No, you never could seem to get enough of kissing him, even when the smell of cigarettes clung to him. You never got tired of his lips on yours or the way his tongue explored your mouth and tangled with your tongue.

In fact, you even seemed to get cranky and frustrated on the days you couldn't see and kiss your boyfriend. It was almost like a drug to you.

The holiday break back home was hell, you were short tempered and antsy, like you couldn't wait to get out of there and back to Hogwarts with Mattheo. When you saw him at the train station to get back to Hogwarts, you immediately wrapped your arms around him and kissed him. It didn't seem to help your moodiness, but he was quick to try anything to help. 

Eventually, you knew it was bad for him to keep smoking. You pleaded with him to quit. Promised to be there with him the whole time and help him through his withdrawal. He finally gave in, letting you and Blaise clean out his dorm for any cigarettes and threatening Theo if he gives him any, you were throwing him off the Astronomy Tower.

The next week was, well, rough would be an understatement. He was cranky, way more short tempered, he got in fights a lot more, even had one with Theo at one point.

You weren't doing too hot either. You were moody and jittery and you just chalked it up to Mattheo being cranky and getting into more fights.

You almost contemplated giving up when you saw the fights, but the biggest thing that stopped you was Mattheo using you as a replacement.

“I just need something else to busy my hands and mouth.” He'd say as he was fingering your poor cunt relentlessly for the 3rd time that day before kissing you again until your lips were swollen.

“Maybe I should've just done this all along.” He'd say with his head between your thighs after forcing your umpteenth orgasm out of you.

“You're a way better addiction, princess.” He'd groan with his hand wrapped around your throat as he bullied his cock into you over and over while tears streamed down your face.

You were successful in getting him to quit in the end. He just seemed to replace it with you, making out, eating you out, or full on fucking you. That was his new addiction.

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[divine-donna]

body talk

seeing challengers was a mistake guys because all i can think about is challengers and how much i love challengers and how cinema is back after people declared the death of cinema like three years ago and how much i wanna go see challengers again—

anyways uhhhh did challengers make me hop onto the mike faist train? yes. because i love a man that clearly worships his wife and kisses boys.

character: art donaldson

for vibes: "physical" by olivia newton-john

context: stanford university. 2007.

if you had a choice, you wouldn't be working as a receptionist in the gym. instead, you'd work in the infirmary. it was more in line with your desire to pursue sports medicine.

your father himself was an athlete who sustained a career ending injury and went into sports medicine. you wanted to follow in his footsteps.

but for now, you were working as a receptionist at the gym for your federal work study. college wasn't going to pay for itself unfortunately and your parents could only provide so much support.

art donaldson recognized you while you guys were at a party. "you're the person at the desk in the gym!" he sounded so excited. almost like a puppy.

"yeah..." you look down at your red solo cup. "you're like a regular. with tashi duncan."

"you know her?"

"well, i've talked to her a few times. she's great." who wouldn't like her honestly? you weren't the biggest fan of tennis but whenever tashi duncan played, she always managed to make it magical.

"you're also in my bio class, right?"

"you're in my bio class?"

"oh don't tell me you didn't notice."

you shrug. "i didn't. you're not very...noticeable, i guess."

art took personal offense to that statement.

okay not entirely. because to some extent, you were right. he wasn't as noticeable as some of the other people in class, like the lacrosse player on the guys team or the girl from the basketball team, both of whom you seem to be close with.

growing closer to art was just a matter of being in a lot of classes together, something you didn't realize during the first month of college.

to be fair, it was a lot.

but the good thing about having a lot of classes with him was that it meant you always had a go to person for group projects. and god were professors adamant about assigning group work.

at the very least, you had a workout buddy when you guys were free. sometimes, you were even joined by tashi duncan. so it was cool to be able to work out with a famous tennis player.

perhaps the gym is where you started to notice art's...physicality.

he wasn't entirely imposing, aside from being quite tall. but he had a surprising amount of muscle. perhaps the tank tops he wore didn't help much. it left little to the imagination.

because of your familiarity with the body and your desire to go into sports medicine, art called you when he was feeling a bit sore.

he opens the door with a smile, seeing you with your bag and clementines. "what's the fruit for?"

"just in case you get hungry." you step in and remove your shoes. "just lay down."

"bed or floor?"

"whichever you prefer. the bed might be more comfy. we'd have to move stuff around if you were on the floor. oh and take off your shirt."

"what?" he could feel his cheeks beginning to heat up.

"take off your shirt. a massage won't be that effective with your shirt on."

"alright. umm..." art just does what you ask of him, taking his shirt off and setting it aside on his desk chair. he gets on the bed and lays down, front side down.

you pull out a bottle of lotion and crawl onto the bed, straddling him at his waist. you are unaware of how red he is feeling you against him.

you feel around his back for bit, asking him where in particular is tight. once you got a good idea, you squirt some lotion onto your hands, rub it a bit, then begin to massage.

art would be embarrassed from the sounds that came out of him. but he was craving for the relief from his overworked and tired muscles. he could feel just how deep your hands went in, twisting and rubbing. your hands felt so good. they glided smoothly and your touch soothed him greatly.

"damn dude. when was the last time you massaged yourself?"

"don't know." he mutters, burying his lower face into his own pillow. he could feel himself growing warmer all over his body.

your palm pressing into him, dragging itself through his muscles, rubbing baby lotion into his skin so he's soft.

your hand reaches a part of his lower back, your palm rubbing through the muscle. and he moans.

you stop for a moment. "something wrong?"

"no...nothing's wrong..." he mutters.

"you sure?"

"yes. keep going."

he enjoys the way your hands move lower, and lower. he wants them to sneak to the front. massage him a different way.

your hands linger on a particular spot of his back though, feeling the defined muscle. there's something particularly...satisfying, about running your hands over his body. you were tempted to feel more. especially his arms.

art's arms were utterly gorgeous, as if sculpted out of marble by a renaissance artist themselves.

"i think you're all good."

"all done already?" he smelled like baby lotion. whatever that mean.

"unless you want me to massage elsewhere." you get off of him and he turns on his side to look at you.

the tank top you were wearing was a little bit tight.

art gently grabs your wrist. "magical hands you know."

"it's beneficial to learn how to massage. for your own betterment and health. though i will happily help you with the spots you can't reach."

he rubs circles into your wrists. "are they tired?"

"a little. it was because i took an exam yesterday. writing in those blue booklets is absolute torture."

"that's fair." his eyes flicker up to yours. the room was warm, the atmosphere right. "do you...like my body?"

"it's nice. you're very beautiful." you smile.

art pulls you forward, your legs hitting the wooden bedframe of the shitty college provided furniture.

"do you want to feel it?"

you bite your lip. "i think i do."

[togament]

omgggggg togame with a breeding kink i 🫣 if he can take care of choji of course he could take care of a baby

hello, anon! first off, holy shit thank you for planting that idea in my brain. togame with a breeding kink is making me THINK THINGS.

" togame didn’t realize he had a breeding kink until you put the offer on the table. now it’s all he wants to do to you. "

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : BREEDING KINK TOGAME TIME HOLY FUUUUCK, slight praise + degradation combo if you squint, fem! reader, mating press, slight choking, reader is kind of a brat but togame can manage, crying over how good it feels, togame’s going feral, togame’s breeder ballz, togame’s horse cock, togame.

you know the drill. MDNI under the cut. if you’re under 18, shoo shoo now please and thank you.

“I kinda want a baby,” you say as your sunk into your plush couch, sounds ranging from 2 second long clips of popular pop songs to ridiculous soundbytes emanate from your phone while you mindlessly scroll through your instagram reels. your eyes don’t meet togame’s but you can just feel him staring at you with eyes larger than saucers.

you feel the couch dipping when he moves to see you clearer. “woah, babe. where’s this all comin’ from?” he purred with a light lilt to his voice, already set to tease you about it. he’s placing his phone down on the coffee table to face you fully on the couch.

you got his attention.

“I mean… you can handle choji right? if you can take care of him, then you can definitely take care of a baby,” you follow suit, placing your phone on top of his on the table, mirroring him as you face him too. “just thought you’d be a great dad and all.”

‘—a great dad…’ he echoes in his mind. that… sounds appealing to him somehow.

“babies don’t beat people up senselessly, do they?” he jokes. it’s his own silly way of lightening up the mood because huh? that was such a serious subject to open up about. but then he’s met with silence and you reaching out to take your phone back from the coffee table.

oh. oh you were serious about it.

he fucked up there.

you feel his larger hand cover yours before you even touch your phone. with a chuckle, his voice lowers into a soft drawn out tone. it’s like he’s cooing at you. “hmm. ‘a baby’ or ‘our baby’, bunny?” a smile ghosts his features, an eyebrow raised at you with his head angled towards you. while he’s waiting for you to cool down (it doesn’t take long), he’s raising your hand to his lips, he presses kisses on the back of it without looking away from you for a second.

he wants you to know he’s serious too. albeit a bit more… eager than he’d hoped he’d seem.

“…you know what i mean, idiot,” you add with a roll of your eyes. pulling your hand away, you effortlessly pivot yourself to straddle his lap on the couch. he lets out a small hum with his large hands squeezing your ass cheeks. you can feel his thumbs digging into your hip bones, guiding you to move on his now hardened cock through his gray sweatpants.

“i wanna hear it from your lips though,” he guides you to circle your hips, earning a soft sigh from him when you wordlessly comply. “let me ask it again,” his thumbs reach into your shirt to rub at the skin of your hips. your hips seem like they got a mind of its own. staring down at your boyfriend, you swear there’s a different type of glow to them.

he already knew what you wanted to do when you placed your phone over his and not beside it.

“you want me to take care of ‘a baby’ or ‘our baby’?” he purrs, feeling you soak through your panties. his sweatpants have two darker spots on them now, right under where you’re grinding and one just above it. already succumbing to the pleasure, you shamelessly, deliciously start grinding harder, your hands behind you and steady on his knees. letting go of your hip, he thumbs your clit while you continue riding him. you let out a yelp.

“hm? well, baby? you just gonna ride me dry and leave me hangin’?”

a beat.

“o-our baby.” you moan, throwing your head back while you continue soaking through your shorts, your panties. “our baby, togame- fuck-“

withdrawing his thumb harshly from your clit, he purrs. “good fucking girl.”

expertly maneuvering you so he could have you underneath him on the couch, his hand yanks your panties so they’re just hanging from your ankle. dipping lower, he presses kisses along your clothed chest and down, down towards your sopping wet pussy. licking and gently biting on your inner thigh, he looks up at you to speak once more. “Imma need you to scream that shit later, alright doll? I want the neighbors to know yer getting a baby put in ya.”

"so we throwin' the condoms away now?" he teases, motioning over to the side of your bed where you leave boxes upon boxes of condoms. you're both on the bed now, clothes haphazardly shed around your apartment. he's prepped you on the couch earlier, eating you out until you were an absolute quivering mess. your thighs are littered with hickies, bites and small crescents from his nails from when you tried to move away -- you were sensitive but he knew you could handle it.

he's hovering over you, staring down at you so lovingly you almost want him to cuddle you instead. his fingers caress your cheek softly and you lean into it, staring back up at him. FUCK. OKAY. gotta keep your head in the game.

you're trying to get bred and your boyfriend is more than willing to do so. "just shut up and fuck a baby into me already-" you groan, hooking your legs over his waist to pull him closer to you. he's painfully hard right now and he so desperately needs that hot wet warmth envelop him but.. what's this? attitude when he's giving you what you want?

he knows your little game. he's gonna play into it like the great boyfriend that he is.

"okaaay, okay. jesus, baby. tryna let me fuck that attitude outta ya?" his hand ghosts along your neck, caressing it before giving it a light squeeze. your smaller hand caresses his forearm.

"should I just get up and leave?" you add, squeezing his forearm, making him squeeze just a bit harder. "I said what I said."

he huffs when he feels your ankles digging into his lower back. "bossy," reaching down, he pumps his cock a few times before painting the pre on your folds. he's licking his lips now, loving the slick that's coating his thick, mushroom tip. "but that's why I fell in love with you." dripping lube onto your pussy and his tip now, he moves.

no prep, no easing in, no whispered assurances. he's fully sheathed inside of you now; he's curved upwards and to the right so he's definitely, definitely pressing up against the spongey part, moving slightly just to caress it from the inside. his pubes pressing tightly against your core as he stills for a brief moment, breathing in through his teeth with a 'hsssss'. "hhhaaa-! god, you feel so good-" gripping your hips and guiding you to place your legs on the insides of his elbows, leaning closer to you, pressing deeper.. deeper. "i think i'm boutta bust-", he's managed to sneak another teasing jab at you before you slap his chest with a soft thud.

"don't you fucking da-Aah~!" you attempt to nag him before he has you folded into the mattress, held into a mating press with his larger and steady frame. his thick member fucks into you and you yelp, digging your nails into his shoulders. you're sensitive, extremely so. after cumming on his tongue thrice earlier, how couldn't you be? y

ou can feel his balls slapping against your ass. "s-good!!!!" your voice goes unheard, already cock drunk while your lover's fully concentrated on give you what the both of you so desperately want. he doesn't respond. he's moving so harshly the bed shakes and creaks. the headboard rhythmically bumping against the wall above you. his thrusts are far from how he usually fucks you though. it's like he's a different demon now.

it's like he's on a mission.

of course he is. he's out to breed you, remember?

with every thrust, every roll of his hips, you can feel he's been holding this back. how he never asked to take you without a condom on, always waiting for you to speak up first. he's savoring it. sweat drips from his curly black hair and down to your chest, naked bodies writhing on the clean sheets of your bed.

it'll no longer be clean when he's done with you.

"i fuckin' love you," he mumbles against your neck, licking a line up to your ear and he whispers hotly, "i love fuckin' you. yer cunt's droolin' fer me, bunny. want that baby so badly?" his voice grows hot against your neck but then you feel his hand snake between the both of you, pinching and rubbing your clit until you're tightening around him even more. "ye-yes," you whimper quietly, meeting his emerald eyes before he rubs faster, FASTER. "remember what I asked, sweetie? i need you to scream. need the neighbors t'hear y--" "fuck-yes!! put a baby in me togame please, oh fucking PLEASE..!!" you scream and beg, earning a satisfied togame.

"that's my girl," he coos, rubbing your clit and thrusting into you deeper and harder, his fat tip pressing kisses on your cervix.

with the mixed sensation of your pussy clenching around him and his throbbing length buried inside you, he feels like he's about to-

"c-cum.. I'm gonna fuckin' cum. where d'ya want me, baby?" he says between thrusts. he stops rubbing your clit for a moment to spit on his hand to rub you again. "fuckin' scream for me."

"inside! cum inside me please!" you do as you're told. he's rolling your clit between his thumb and forefinger to coax out another reaction from you. his eyes never leaving your sweating and writhing form. "l-look at me when I'm cumming-filling this tight pussy up-- put that baby in y-" his thrusts grow sharper, sloppier, you keep your eyes trained onto him, digging your nails into his shoulders. "sh-it!! I love you-uughh!" a groan escapes his lips as he fills you for the first time. his hand stills on your clit while he's steadily sheathed inside you, spilling and throbbing. the warmth is addicting. you follow suit, squirting and tightening around his thick length, back arching from the bed. you tremble underneath him while you both come down from your high.

with a sigh, he barely holds his weight up on his elbows, hovering over you. he leans down to press a loving, sweaty kiss on your lips though.

"happy?" he asks, still breathless.

the brightest of smiles paint your lips before you respond. "let's do that again." "idiot." ♡⋆˙

a/n: hhehegreehhehe togame. send tweet. tysvm for reading through this and extra tysvm for anon ;v;

p.s: landlord fucking hates you and togame btw lol constant noise complaint after noise complaint. iykyk.

[4drianaaaa]

You should do a cutsie thing about y/n and hamzahs anniversary going on a date and maybe some nsfw 🫶🏼

omg this so adowable 😙, also I was looking at my posts about Hamzah and I just realized it's mostly smut LMFAOO. YOU HORNY MUTHUFUCKAS (I have no problem with that 👅)

nsfw! 18+ | fem reader!

🎀 | It has been a year since the boy who asked you out in the most puppy love-type way. Bringing a bouquet of tulips and a big poster that you checked 'yes' on to be his girlfriend. Now the two of you live together in his small apartment with his cat peter.

You dabbed on some blush at the apple of your cheek as you saw your boyfriend through the mirror as his warm hands wrapped around your waist "How did I get with someone so beautiful?" he kissed your cheek, "Careful Hamzah I'm gonna stain your shirt" you placed the blush powder on the counter of the sink as you shifted your body to his as he sat you on the counter "So your not gonna answer my question?" he huffed as you kissed his soft lips "Maybe cause' your so hot? I don't know?!" you ruffled his hair.

You wore a simple short black dress pairing it with a small white bag, the both of you were now on your way to the restaurant he has reserved a week prior. You both went to a small booth as the place looked like nothing but rich. You looked at shocked “Hamzah this looks so fancy- where did you find this place” you took a sip of the white wine in front of you prepared at the table once you walked in “i dunno’. I searched up ‘expensive, fancy, romantic restaurant on Google and this one popped up!” He replied as he smirked “just get what ever. It’s all on me baby” he set his hand on top of yours as his thumb rubbed on the sparkly diamond on your ring he gave you in the morning.

The two of you chatted as you both ate the most delicious dinner enjoying your self’s company and laughing about memories of you two.

“I remember the first day I moved in with you, there was a big mess.” You teased as he huffed “alright babe. May I remind you that I barely moved in as well and I was so overwhelmed! Not to mention I was raising Peter too.” He spun the wine in his cup as he took the last sip “and you act like it wasn’t a mess in my bedroom when you barely got here…bra on my floor-“ you cut him off by stepping on his shoe “Hamzah! We’re literally in public” you turned as red as the wine you were sipping on as he couldn’t help but bust out laughing. His thoughts grew as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. “what?” You tilted your head as lustful memories filled his mind. The way he’d roam his hand all over you as you squirmed under him, “nothing” he said clearing his throat as the waiter ended his thoughts “here’s the bill” Hamzah placed his card on to the receipt as the waiter took it off with him.

“Thank you so much baby for the dinner, i enjoyed every second of it” you kissed his cheek as he said nothing. Your eyebrows furrowed. “So you’re not gonna tell me what’s on your mind? Was it because I stepped on your shoe. Crybaby?” You said closing the car door “Fuck, I just need you so fucking bad- I don’t know how I contained my self over there.” He exhaled as you smirked “so that’s what it is hm?” Your hands roamed down his chest as you kissed his lips “I have a surprise back at home too” you whispered into his ear that sent a cold shiver down his spine. He sped through the night Toronto streets as you made it to your shared apartment. His lips not even trying to leave yours as you struggled to open the door

“Fuck” he panted licking his lips as he opened the door shutting it behind him as you walked to your bedroom as your hands wrapped around his neck as he removed his black blazer throwing it onto the floor. Your lips parted as he sat at the edge of the bed “wanna show me what’s under this gorgeous dress princess?” He laid his hands around your waist as you turned your back to him “find out” you said moving your hair to the side as he slowly zipped down your dress as the cold air hit your back causing your breath to hitch. His eyes widened at your white lacy lingerie with little bows everywhere. He practically drooled as you spun back around to him as you smiled as he pulled you into him “your so beautiful baby” he grasped “yeah?” You hummed as he nodded his head twirling his fingers around your lacy panties biting his lip.

He unbuttoned his pants leaving him in his boxers as he laid you onto the bed. As you began removing your bra he immediately grabbed your hand stopping you, “I want to fuck you in this pretty set baby- please just leave it on” he whined as you nodded. His hands palmed his hard dick as you opened your legs just wanting him inside you already. He bit his lip as he pulled down his boxers revealing his erected member as pre-cum coated his tip, “fuck Hamzah please!” You begged as a smile creeped onto his lips. He rubbed his tip against your clothes panties as you cursed under your breath. He looked at you as you moved your pantie to the side begging for his dick to be inside you already, he slowly rubbed his member around your aching clit as small whines escaped your lips. He slowly inserted him self into you as you grabbed onto the white sheets of your shared bed “fuck baby, your soaking” he moaned “just fuck me Hamzah” you squirmed around as he held onto your hips as he entered in and out of you. Your hand flew on top of your mouth as skin slapping against each other and small moans and whimpers escaped both of your mouths filled the room.

He leaned down kissing your neck as your hands gripped onto his hair tightly “fuck Hamzah I’m so close!” You moaned into his ear as he nodded “yes baby” he whined as you felt your self at your highest as you panted, his mouth found your chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck before coming all over him “holy shit.” He grunted as he quickly thrusted into you as your body shook from the over stimulation. He pulled out before coming as he pumped his aching member on your lingerie set.

“Looks so much better coated all over my cum” he teased as you chucked “how about a warm bath? Cause I know you can’t stand” he joked as he noticed your shaky legs “sounds good” you kissed his forehead as he laid next to you.

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I feel like this was so short omg 😣

[digitaldiarystuff]

Fatal Attraction Pt.2

please don’t hate me cause of how bad i write smut, idk what it is but i can’t write it to save my life hope it doesn’t suck🫣

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pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Y/N

genre: smut

summary: you were childhood best friends with Fermin which resulted in meeting Pedri since they got close, you couldn’t deny he was dreamy but he had a bad reputation so you try your best to steer clear of him but can you succeed?

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“You know Y/N, all you have to do is ask.” you could basically hear the smile he had on as he spoke, you cursed yourself for not being more calm and being as wet as you are.

“This is… just a misunderstanding.” you tried to argue but his hand on your waist was already drawing patterns on your back and it made you sound so vulnerable.

“Oh, I’m sure it is. There must be another Pedri.” he teased you.

“Well, there isn’t.” you fessed up and looked up at him. Damn he had an intense gaze. “But I don’t wanna sleep with you.”

“Okay” he replied biting his lip to not laugh. You were extremely frustrated because he just knew what he was doing to you.

“I really don’t.”

“I believe you.”

“No you don’t.”

“No I don’t.”

“Ughh” you groaned and tried wiggling out of his touch because suddenly, it became too much but he kept you still steadying you with both his arms and moving to stand right in front of you.

“I’ll believe you on one condition.”

“What?” you hastily asked hoping whatever he says could rescue you but to your absolute shock he remained silent as his left hand started inching lower. Your breath hitched and your whole body froze, including your brain because why the hell would you let Pedri do this whilst your best friend was sleeping in the next door. But a part of you was so excited about what’s happening that you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“You can tell me to stop at any moment.” he whispered against your lips as you realized how close he got to you. All your focus was on his fingers at the waistband of your jeans. You knew he meant it but it was too late to stop.

His hand swiftly lifted the band and reached your underwear, you didn’t even know what kind you were wearing but hoped it was something sexy. Once he finally reached his destination his face broke into a big smug smile, he just proved to both of you that you were dripping without him having to touch you.

“Okay, fine” you raised your hands knowing you couldn’t lie now. “You caught me” you figured he’d just retreat his hand and go about his day gloating to Fermin tomorrow but he gently started to rub your lips which made you moan out loud. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment but just couldn’t control it.

“Pedri” you whined and held his forearm.

He waited for you to say something but you couldn’t muster a single word as his fingers worked their magic. If you weren’t so turned on, you’d be so embarrassed because of the sounds you were making.

“We’re just starting, do you want me to stop?” he fake pouted and brought his lips to your neck leaving open mouthed kisses. You were a whimpering mess by now but Pedri looked calm as a cucumber like he was just doing mundane things. When you didn’t answer him, he pressed his fingers down to your core harshly making you moan.

“I said, do you want me to stop Y/N? Or do you want me to fuck you while Fermin’s right next door?”

You couldn’t even think straight, just whispered yes, yes, yes and Pedri wasted no time pushing you to one of the guest rooms next to Fermin’s bedroom just like he said. There was something about doing it while he could hear you that excited both of you even though he was probably knocked out by now.

He couldn’t even wait until you reached the bed and slammed you against the door. If it was anyone else you’d be annoyed but you were so desperate for Pedri that you didn’t say a word and reached for his face. He understood perfectly and kissed you for the first time, if you were in trouble before, you were absolutely fucked now because as soon as his soft lips touched yours you were gone. His hands were still going at a steady pace and you both could hear the sounds coming from you, you felt a little nervous about being this enthusiastic but Pedri made sure to tell you how much he enjoyed your excitement.

“You sound amazing, cariño.”

“Pedri” you couldn’t do much and just whisper his name over and over again. “Take me to bed”

And he did just that. He laid you down and got rid of every clothing item you had on starting from your jeans. Yes, you had black lace underwear on.

He kissed every inch of your thighs but you were growing impatient quickly so you pulled yourself up and toyed with his hair before pulling it hard. He moaned and you could’ve sworn this was the prettiest sound anyone can make.

“Are you going to do something?” you asked annoyed.

“Like what?” he leaned back and smirked, it was evident he enjoyed this game more than you.

“Like this.” you said and pushed his head between your legs and Pedri happily obliged. He was licking and kissing for what felt like hours and when you finally came, you had multiple dried tears on your face from how much pleasure you felt.

After the mind blowing sex Pedri finally stopped his movements and laid down next to you, panting. You also had to take a minute to catch your breath but that was when the panic started. You felt the clouds around your mind scatter and you realized the situation you were currently in, you and Pedri laying naked in Fermin’s guest bed. It was a heartbreaking revelation, you just became his latest conquest.

Your mind went into panic mode and you quickly stood up, Pedri looked at you confused.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah” you replied while trying to fit your legs into your jeans.

He didn’t say anything else, what was he going to say ‘oh please stay with me Y/N I’m madly in love with you’ You cursed yourself for falling into his trap but had to act nonchalant to gain back some dignity.

You walked over to the mirror and fixed your hair trying to look less disheveled. Your plan was to walk out without giving him any attention but he just couldn’t shut up.

“Uh, you sure you’re okay? I thought this was what you wanted.” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

You walked over to the door just to make a dramatic turn around and smirked as convincingly as possible hoping his judgement was clouded post sex and he couldn’t tell it.

“It was and now I want to go.”

[luvfy0dor]

“Your Handprint's on my Soul ♡⁠˖” BSD men x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol

warnings; established relationship (Fyodor only), first interactions, kisses, Dazais can be platonic or romantic

description; aus/tropes with BSD characters, inspired loosley by my old post about book types/tropes

A/n; CHAT IM SPEEDRUNNING THIS AS I WRITE THE A/N IM ONLY 2/3 OF THE WAY DONE W NIKOLAIS AND NO ONE ELSE IS DONE EXCWPT DAZAIS BULLET POINT AND ITS 2 HRS TILL POST TIME GOTTA LOCK IN ALSO TYSM FOR 700 💖💖💖

⑅ Osamu Dazai ⑅

• There was only one bed when Dazai appeared on your doorstep one evening. You don't know where he came from and he wouldn't tell you, but he would certainly tell you he wasn't letting you sleep anywhere but the bed, even if you wouldnt allow him to either.

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'Knock knock knock' was the first thing you heard when you woke from your slumber in the middle of the night. You felt a little unsettled, but still tiptoed out of bed to the door, peering through the peephole only to see the big head of your coworker and friend on the other side of the door. You huffed and unlocked the deadbolt and opened up. "What are you doing here this late at night?" You asked, rubbing your right eye with the palm of your hand and yawning. "Oh, nothing much, just here for a stroll! It's been quite the long time no see, no?" He says, letting himself in and taking off his shoes at the door. "I saw you..." You peered over at the digital clock on your nightstand table down the hallway. "Like, 7 hours ago. And you texted me 3." You sigh and pull up your pajama pants. "Can I sleepover?" Your brows furrowed at his question.

"Can you sleepover- Osamu, we have work in the morning and- ugh, you know what, yeah, you're already here and it's raining, isn't it? How are you completely dry? I...I have so many questions that I'm not gonna ask right now. You can sleep in my bed, just don't touch anything else in my room, especially nothing in or on my nightstand, got it?" He shook his head and steered you towards your room with his hands on your shoulders. "Oh no, that'd be rude of me to take your bed! I'll take the couch." You shook your head and yanked him gently by the wrist. "No, you're taking the bed-" "why don't we both take the bed?" You were silent for a moment. "Yeah, sure, I don't want to keep going back and forth with this." You say with a sleepy shrug. He walked in front of you to your bedroom like he lived here on the regular and tossed his coat aside. You crawled back into the bed, pulling the covers up to your nose and feeling the bed dip beside you when Dazai crawled in too. He also took his fair share of the blankets, but you soon realized that Dazai was a blanket hog. "Oh my gosh, I'm gonna kick you if y'dont stop stealin' all the blanket!" You groan, yanking the soft material back towards you. "I am not stealing all the blanket, you're very dramatic." He says, rolling over and scooching closer so that he can still be completely covered by the blanket without yanking it back. Each time you moved, you bunched up more of the blanket and pulled it closer to yourself, leaving Dazai uncovered from his right foot to his knee. "And you call me a blanket hog." He starts to steal some of the comforter back, but you toss it over him and roll over to press your front against his, cuddling him. "You come to my house unannounced and steal my blankets..you can just be another source of heat if you wanna act like this." You sleepily say, eyes still closed as you slur out your words. His face was one of surprise for a moment before it melted into a smile. He put a hand on your head and pulled you closer. "And you know what? That's fine with me."

⑅ Chuuya Nakahara ⑅

• Chuuya reminds me of that one soulmate au where whenever you get marks on your skin, they appear on your soulmates too. Small scars, ink scribbles, and bruises would often appear on Chuuyas, but never because of his own doing.

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Earlier in the morning, Chuuya had noticed a new doodle on his forearm, this time it was one of a cat. Usually it was partially colored-in hearts or imperfect stars, but he always found other drawings of yours to be more amusing. He was currently relaxing on his couch after a long day of work, shoes kicked off and pajamas put on. He'd gotten bored of whatever nonsense he was watching on the TV and decided to examine the kitty on his arm a little more before picking up a pen and deciding to draw one next to it with a little heart in between them. He rolled his eyes at himself, Chuuya Nakahara, the best martial artist in Yokohama and port mafia executive was doodling kitty cats and hearts on his own arm to appease some soulmate he didnt even know. He sighed and leaned back again. It didn't take long for you to notice and quickly scribble a reply that read "Wow, finally. [poorly drawn eye roll emoji] took you long enough to actually interact w/ me! Started to think I didn't have a soulmate." You felt giddy over the whole thing. Yeah, it was stupid, but he drew a cat in love with the cat that you drew! This was the interaction that you had been waiting for since middle school when all the other kids were writing back and forth with their soulmates so much that they'd make frequent trips to the bathroom to wash off old pen ink since they had no phones to text with yet. Teachers hated it, but everyone was already willing to put their education on the back burner for these, essentially, randos. Not Chuuya, though. Chuuya never liked writing on his skin, the way the ballpoint dragged across his pale flesh made him shiver, and so he never replied to you. His focus on other goals also contributed to that ignorance.

After many years though, he finally decided to entertain the whole idea. Chuuya didn't care about who his soulmate was, if he found someone that wasn't them and he loved them, then that was that. He didn't think the universe should decide the only person he could truly be with, so he dated on his own accord. He checked his arm for your reply as if he was checking a watch and he watched the ink appear on his arm, letter by letter and stroke by stroke. He smiled a little and grabbed his pen again. "I never really cared to, no offense." You scoffed when you read that, crossing out the no. "Full offense taken. Anyways, where you from?" He thought on whether or not he really wanted to tell you, so he decided to play it safe. "I'm not telling you that immediately, what are ya, crazy? How old are you?" The number 21 quickly appeared. "And your name?" You started writing out letters, but the ink quickly faded. Chuuya raised an eyebrow and went to write out a couple stray question marks, but the writing came back in a different color. The ink was blue this time. "Y/n." "Okay, y/n, not that you couldn't be lying, I live in Yokohama, Japan. Can I get your number to make this easier?" You smiled and fist pumped. "Yeah, it's ---/---/----." You received a message about four minutes later. "This is better, I have work in the morning and I don't want to have to scrub off any more ink than this tomorrow." You laid in bed, perpendicular to the mattress with your arms hanging off the edge of the bed as you typed out a reply. Your conversation went on for another hour getting to know eachother before he told you that it'd be best for him to go to bed. You wished him a goodnight and he did the same. You knew it'd take a while to build a strong friendship and maybe even relationship, but the thought made you excited nonetheless.

⑅ Fyodor Dostoevsky ⑅

• When I think of my own highschool academic greatness (I'm failing algebra2/trig) I think of Fyodors geniusness and how much highschool/college aus remind me of him. I don't know if he'd try to juggle a relationship and school, but if he did he'd help you be the best student possible while securing that valedictorian title for himself.

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Fyodors slim hand gripped his pencil loosely and moved it acrossed the paper he was given for a written assignment. His hair was pulled back in a super small pony tail and his eyes flickered over to the clock every now and again, waiting for the bell to ring with each passing second. He promised to meet you in the library during lunch to study for your AP Bio test you had coming up at the end of the week. He never minded helping you study, it'd help him retain the knowledge anyways. Finally, the familiar 'ding' sounded throughout the school and he packed up his stuff and left. He walked through the hallways and down the stairs to the library where you were already waiting for him. You smiled and waved him over, opening your school-loaned laptop. "Hey Fedya. I know we always spend lunches together but like, thank you for helping me, I'd be screwed otherwise." You say with a small laugh. He smiles and sits down next to you. "No problem, I don't mind, I did really well in that class anyways." He said while watching you type in your password and pull up an assignment. "Yeah, it's just about- oh! You kept the ponytail in?" You asked him with a smile. You had put his hair up that morning while waiting for the first bell. "Ofcourse I did. It keeps my neck cool." He tells you, tracing shapes on the small of your back with his thumb as he read over the assignment. "This is easy, Myshka, what's the trouble?" "I can't grasp ecology." You say, feeling yourself start to nod off. He raises an eyebrow and hums. "Well, do you sleep during your class like this?" He grins a little. You hum in denial and open your eyes again, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. "No, I just stayed up late last night cramming and stuff..." You say, resting your head against your fist. "Well that's probably why you're having trouble, you work when you should be sleeping."

You knew he was right, you had other classes that you were doing work for and you had put AP Bio on the back burner because you, a) didn't want to do it, b) didn't think you could do it, and c) saw that you'd feel more successful seeing all those 0's in other classes turn into grades. "I know, I know." You groaned. "But maybe we can just get this one done quick since my laptop is already open." You reaffirm and lean your head on his shoulder. He nods and re-reads the question before asking you what answer you'd pick first and why. You told him and he told you if you were right or wrong, briefly explaining why you were incorrect if that was the case. You were only 5 questions in before Fyodor realized you weren't answering him. He looked to his side and realized you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He smiled and closed your laptop for you and let you sleep against him for a little while, knowing he'd finish it with you later, very determined to help you get all of your work finally done so you could relax. You clearly needed it.

⑅ Nikolai Gogol ⑅

• Nikolai would be a great, flirty barista, which is why I think coffee shop au would be perfect for him. His ability would be of great use winning over a couple cents in tips as well as your heart.

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When you walked into your favorite, local coffee shop, the first thing you noticed was an unfamiliar face behind the counter. A tall man with long, braided white hair stood with a shaker in hand, clearly working hard to perfect s customers drink order. His eyes literally up when he saw you walking towards the counter, quickly pouring the liquid into a scribbled-on cup and capping it. "I'll be with you on one minute!" He says with a toothy grin, handing the drink to the lady waiting on the far side of the shop. He quickly returns to the cash register to take your order. "Hey! How can I help you?" He asks you and straightens out his apron. "Hi, uhm, can I have a (favorite drink), please?" He punched some stuff into the cash register and the visible screen in front of you showed you your total. "Anything else?" His eyes stared back into your own, making your heart race in your chest when you noticed just how beautiful he was. His differently pigmented eyes and sharp jawline along with the way his pointed teeth flashed when he smiled had your cheeks heating up pretty quickly. Not to mention his hair and physique.

As he was about to point out your staring with a cheeky expression, you muttered a 'yes.' He nodded. "Okay, your total is $4.20." You pulled out the first bill that wasn't a $1 from your wallet and handed it to him, Nikolais eyebrows raising when you put a $20 in his hands, but he stuck it in the register and counted up your change. "Okay, $15.80 is your change, can I get a name?" He asked you while giving you your change before grabbing a cup and sharpie. "Y/n." You quickly said, dropping all of the $15.20 in the top jar. "Ohhhh, wow! Y/n might as well take me on a date with a tip that big~!." He giggles and turns to make your drink for you while you wait with a warm face and stomach full of butterflies. "I don't think I'd mind taking you out on one." You say with a sense of confidence. "Hm, I might have to take you up on that." It's not long before he has your drink made, using a glowy portal to grab the sharpie on the counter relatively far away and scribbling something in your cup again. "Alright, here ya go! Have a good one!" He hands the drink to you, smiling a little bit when he feels your hand brush against as you take it from him. "Thank you, you too." You call back, turning around and walking away. Once you're out of the café, you rotate the cup 360° to figure out what he wrote on it, only to find ten digits acrossed the plastic. You smiled and your heartbeat picks up ten fold. You make sure to take a picture of it in a good lighting to ensure the visibility of all of the numbers, you might just have to arrange a date with him now.

A/n; AHHHHHHHHHHHH next time event post <3

[themysticaldrumstick]

O author, who art in TumblrSpace, hallowed be thy handle

I beseech you in the name of smut 🤣

Pretty-pretty please with a cherry on top, can you write a breeding kink piece for a M!E and F!MC?

Think of all the thirsty fans! 🥵

MINORS DNI. Run away as fast as you can.

DON'T BE TEMPTED, alright? I see you ALL.

I was kind of surprised when I saw that no one wanted smut, but also kind of relieved because my knowledge in erotic fiction is just.. nah. This ask had me shuddering in my boots and researching as if I was writing a thesis. And my god, did I find some depraved shit, winding down the dark rabbit hole. Off to horny jail.

Anyways, without further ado-- 🥁

Content Warnings: Pure filth. Elliot with a breeding kink, rip. This can be read in a positive or a negative way-- and you'll understand what I'm talking about once you read it. It's not great, but I tried.

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You're positive that the world has never looked blurrier-- and well, hotter. You were sweating after all, feeling the delicious weight of Elliot's body encapsulating yours.

You groan in need, feeling the rich slide of his cock past the bundle of nerves as his hips thrust against yours. Without his glasses, you can see just how affected he is-- from your touch, his pupils dilated to the point where his blue eyes seem almost dark. It's impossibly different without the usual rubber over his dick. It's been so long, since he's felt someone raw to the point where he almost feels like an inexperienced teen.

He's overstimming both you and himself and you realize that-- however, you think he doesn't or at least, in this moment, he seems so lost and so.. profoundly dazed from the way your walls clench so tastefully around him.

He seems like he's gone in his own world, brain short-circuited. But, his movements are feverish and quick, his kisses across your breasts, full of fevour.

Hell, you've lost track of how many times you've cum, by now.

However, your cramped bed and damp sheets somehow keep you grounded to reality-- the faint creaks from the bed reminding you that you do live in a shitty rented apartment, with the thinnest wall known to mankind.

"Elliot--" You moan and his fingers squeeze the soft fat on your hips, his teeth sinking into his lips, brows stitched together.

"God, you feel-- you feel so good." He almost babbles.

"Now, he says I'm good."

"Oh, shut up." He huffs, his hips snapping against yours, hitting spots deep within you, that you're pretty sure you didn't even know, existed. You let out a hiss of pleasure.

He heaves, his hands coming up to your mouth as he pounds furiously into you. He looks almost feral-- wrecked. "You're so.. so beautiful, you don't even know it. Just wanna breed you."

Your breath hitches and you almost groan, clenching around him. The prospect of a baby-- something you two had been discussing lately amongst yourself that had lead to.. well, this-- had you nervous yet excited. Perhaps it was stupid to wish for a child so young, but you both wanted it and.. the whole idea of a family awakened something in you that you weren't even aware of.

His head falls back, his hips stuttering-- he's close, you can feel it, but his breathless rambles don't stop, the sweat trickling down his body. "Gonna make you a mother, just want to see you filled with me. Just me. Just mine."

Just his.

Being the mother of his child?

You'd hate to admit it, but the idea sounds too good to resist. And before you know it, he's plunging his fingers back inside you-- eyes dark with need.

Just to be sure, he says.

And you can't help but agree.

[garbinge]

Shot To The Heart

Tim Bradford x F!Nurse!Reader (turned SWAT/TEMS) 30 Day Fic Challenge (13/30)

Word Count: 1.3k A/N: Just something small for this wife reader/Tim universe I occasionally write for. Looking forward to season 7, and hopefully a Chenford reunion lol.

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of violence, gunshot wounds, ptsd, wat flashbacks, hospitalization, light angst. The Rookie Taglist: @simrah1012 @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @kmc1989 @afuckingshituniverse Other fics with this reader: Clean Cut - Tim Bradford x F!Nurse!Reader Earthquakes and Promotions - Tim Bradford x F!Nurse!Reader

“Hey I was just about to call you, I’m wrapping up my shift but the team is heading to get drinks, figured you could meet us there? We’re going to that spot that has those mojitos you like.” Tim had a smile on his face as he answered your phone call. He was walking through the station towards the men’s locker room, ready to change out of the stench of a long patrol day.

“Before you freak out, I want you to know I’m okay.” Your voice was completely opposite of his. It wasn’t shaky for what happened, but you were solemn and still in your delivery. It was honestly silly to start your conversation this way, Tim wasn’t one to freak out, but he was one to think the worst first. 

“What happened?” His voice immediately matched yours. Very typical for people that held the positions you did, to be calm under crisis. 

“I got shot on shift today. I’m at the hospital.” 

“You what?” Tim had stopped in his tracks immediately waiting for more information. 

“My thigh, it’s not a big deal. It missed my artery but protocol is for me to be here for the next couple days.” You didn’t exactly want to get into details but you knew you had to give him some information. 

“Why am I just finding this out?” Tim was now rushing to the exit doors. 

“I told them not to call you, I wanted you to hear it from me, not some random SWAT member.” 

“You do realize they’re not random, they come to all our barbecues, we’ve been to their weddings…” Tim was starting to argue with you. “Not to mention, I should’ve heard it on the radio.” 

“Really wanna argue with me right now, Bradford?” You sighed despite the smile on your face. 

“I really wanna know what happened.” 

You could hear his truck engine start in the background and from that you knew he was going to be at the hospital in minutes. 

“We got called in on some cartel tip, it was off-channel, stealth.” You explained knowing he wasn’t going to let it go. “I was applying aid to a hostage and it just happened.” 

“I really hope you didn’t write your report that way.” Annoyance was dripping off his tone. 

“Tim.” You said with the same amount of annoyance. 

“No, you don’t get to be mad at me for being mad.” He was on the highway now, you could hear the change in background noise. “I’ll be there in 5 minutes.” 

With that he hung up, and was in front of you within minutes. It made you wonder where he left his truck and who he talked to before getting to your room. 

“Jesus.” He was at the edge of the bed looking down at you. “How you holdin’ up?” 

“I’m fine, I just wanna go home.” You brushed him off. 

“What the hell happened out there?” His voice didn’t sound angry like it did on the phone, he was genuinely upset. 

“I told you, it happened fast, I was applying aid and then the next we were under fire.” You shook your head, not able to look him in the eye. 

At that motion he walked over to the side of the bed, quickly engulfing you in a hug. “I know when you’re lying to me.” He mumbled into the top of your head before placing a kiss there. 

You leaned into him, despite all his gear from his belt making it rather unpleasant to be in his embrace, it was the most comfortable you’ve felt since everything happened. You leaned into him more, gripping him closer to you when you let out a little sob. 

He gently scooted you over, making sure he didn’t aggravate or even touch the leg with the bullet wound. It was just enough so that he could sit next to you in the bed and shield you from prying eyes outside. 

“It’s alright.” He hummed as he rubbed your back up and down. A nurse had entered at one point and Tim just politely smiled and asked if the two of you could have a couple minutes. 

The tears you let escape you were some that you hadn’t shed in years. It was buried down deep, being in your field, being at war, it did that to you, it bottled everything up and left you to deal with it at another time, and each time being more inconvenient than the last left for it to overflow now. 

As you calmed down, you took a deep breath and wiped your face before looking at Tim. 

“You went back.” Tim said not needing you to say anything in explanation about what happened. 

“It was like I was right back in Afghanistan.” You nodded. 

“Protocols are different here.” Tim tilted his head to look at you, wondering if he pushed you into this too soon. 

“Yea, they got me on probation. Seeing the shrink tomorrow where they’ll figure out when I’m cleared for active duty.” 

“You know, if you wanted to go back to work at the hospital, no one would hold it against you.” Tim offered up a solution that was more for him than it was for you. 

“I was doing fine up until now, I think all the dust from the desert we were in, my hands wrist deep into this guys abdomen, brought me back to when you were bleeding out in front of me. Getting shot brought me back to the moment, it was like the shake back to reality I needed.” You shook your head as you thought through it all. 

“Yea the shrinks gonna have a ball with you.” Tim teased you before getting serious. “You’ve always been self-aware. On top of your shit, you’ll be back on active duty in no time.” 

“You sound worried.” It was obvious to notice the hesitancy in his voice. 

“Just can’t help but feel like I pushed you to this.” Tim sighed deeply. 

“I chose this.” You began to argue with him. 

“But I planted the seed.” He argued back. 

“You give yourself too much credit.” You laughed and squeezed his hand. “Remember when the Chief’s daughter came in, and I took her on as my patient, he saw how I handled everything, when they checked out, he mentioned how I might be good in TEMS. I brushed it off, but when you brought it up again, it just was harder and harder to brush it off. It just made sense.” 

Tim looked down at you shocked that you never mentioned what his boss said to you. 

“I’m just saying, don’t give yourself the credit for this.” You shrugged and teased him. 

“I just want to make sure you’re good.” Tim got serious again after letting out a laugh from your tease. 

“I’m fine, and after I see Dr. Shrink tomorrow I’ll be even better.” 

“You’re not opposed to it, which is already how I know you’re fine.” Tim joked as he brought you closer to him as both of you relaxed in the bed. 

“That’s that machismo stigma, I love talking to people about my problems. Which, speaking of, you didn’t take the trash out this morning.” 

Tim let out a belly laugh, “I’ll be sure to take it out tonight.” 

“No you won’t. You’re staying with me, Sarge.” And with that you cuddled into him as best as you could and closed your eyes so you could get as many minutes in the the most comfortable sleep you’d get while being in the hospital. 

[icycoldninja]

What's keeping you up? (Dante x Reader angst)

You and Dante lay in bed, surrounded by darkness and thick blankets that formed a cocoon of warmth and safety. Despite this, neither of you could sleep. Dante just lay there on his back, arms behind his head, blue, bloodshot eyes staring up at the ceiling wearily. You could feel his unease; his tension. It made you worry about him, and that concern kept your mind from shutting off, thus keeping you awake. After an hour of pondering, you eventually gathered the courage to speak.

"Hey, Dante, what's keeping you up?" Dante let out a low groan and rolled over to face you, though you could barely see his face in the darkness of your room.

"Everything."

His voice sounded so tired, so done with life. You quickly realized that right now, you were getting to see a side of him no one else had ever seen before, a broken side that was more depressed than he let on. Exhaling softly, you shifted your position so you could reach over and cup his cheek, gently stroking the rough skin.

"Talk to me." Dante heaved a sigh, exhausted eyes blinking slowly a few times before he answered.

"Just...memories, you know? Bad memories...of Mom...of Vergil....of every shitty thing I've seen in my life. I've tried to forget, but I jus' can't. I can't get them out of my head. Then they come for me late at night when I'm tryna sleep..."

Dante's voice trailed off as he let out another, miserable sigh. You smiled encouragingly at him and gently pulled him closer so you could plant kisses on his forehead and run your fingers through his hair.

"It sucks," He mumbled into your shoulder, voice uncharacteristically brittle. "It...really...sucks. Sometimes I feel like I deserved all this, like I'm worthless. Sometimes I don't even wanna be here...sometimes I wanna die..."

"Don't say that," You said, tightening your hold around him. "Don't ever say that, Dante. You...you're perfect, you're amazing, you're legendary."

You felt Dante's arms snake around your waist, clutching at you like a scared child holds his teddy bear.

"Am I really, or are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

"You are!" You insisted, feverishly kissing the top of his head. "You're strong, smart, funny, charming, handsome as hell and the love of my life. You've been through a lot, but you never deserved it. You never deserved any of that trauma. You're not worthless, you're priceless. You're the dearest thing in the world to me, and that will never change."

You said all this while rubbing your palm up and down his back, occasionally tangling your fingers into his hair or gently squeezing his shaking shoulders. Seeing Dante like this broke your heart, but it also sparked a dormant urge to protect and care for him like no other. You just wanted to wrap him up in blankets, hide him away from the rest of the world, feed him pizza and just smother him with love and affection until the end of your days. That's how much he meant to you, and you weren't afraid to show it.

When he broke down and started sobbing in your arms, you were even more compelled to coddle him like he was your baby, regardless of the fact that he was a grown man. You pulled the covers up over his shoulders and covered his tear-stained face with kisses, all while assuring him everything was okay, and that he would always be loved and you would always care for him, no matter what.

It took a while, but eventually, Dante fell asleep in your arms, tears finally dried, a content, genuinely happy smile on his face.

[venturelovebot]

A/N: Haha caregiver!Venture make dopamine go bbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr so I made some head canons in between working on requests again because cope. I also started this at 2:00 AM and finished it at 7:00 AM wwweeeeeeeeee!!! *spins around* I am so tired!!! My wrists and fingers hurt!!! Send help!!!

Premise: GN!Reader keeps their small side a secret– but apparently not very well.

Warnings: No warnings! Just fluff! *twenty confetti cannons all explode at once*

✎ᝰ Opening up about something that's private is hard.

✎ᝰ Opening up about something that's stigmatized is even worse.

✎ᝰ It wasn't something that you particularly enjoyed talking about, either.

✎ᝰ 'Oh, I'm shopping for my niece/nephew. I'm too old for toys... duh!'

✎ᝰ 'Lots of adults color, is it really that weird?'

✎ᝰ 'Even adults watch Bluey, it's just a cute show!'

✎ᝰ People still gave you looks– but it's not a lie. Whenever life was giving you a hard time, sometimes you colored.

✎ᝰ Other times you blew bubbles and watched them drift in the wind like dandelions.

✎ᝰ Sometimes you make a little hot cocoa in a cute mug and rewatch Bluey all the way through.

✎ᝰ Everything you did now was so much better than the destructive habits you had back then.

✎ᝰ You had crawled tooth and nail out of hell and you had no plans on going back anytime soon. Or ever again.

✎ᝰ And yet, you felt embarrassed whenever someone asked you about it.

✎ᝰ You were no stranger to being misunderstood and misinterpreted.

✎ᝰ So when your beloved walks in the middle of your Bluey marathon, you were low key terrified.

✎ᝰ "Uh, I can explain–" You reach for the remote from underneath your blanket.

✎ᝰ "Oh! Nice! I love Bluey!" They flop down on the couch beside you.

✎ᝰ Bullet dodged, for now.

✎ᝰ "What made you wanna watch Bluey?" They ask.

✎ᝰ You tense up again, casting your gaze away from them.

✎ᝰ "No real reason." You reply. You really couldn't think of a better excuse.

✎ᝰ They softly chuckle at your response. "That's why I call you bebé~!"

✎ᝰ You can feel your heart leap in your chest, partially out of nervousness and partially out of joy.

✎ᝰ They reach over to nuzzle your face, rubbing your noses together to give you bunny kisses.

✎ᝰ "You're just so cute!" They begin to pepper kisses to your face. "Mi conejo~!"

✎ᝰ They reach to move your stuffie so they could cuddle up to you.

✎ᝰ "Wait–" You involuntarily take it back out of panic. "I need him–"

✎ᝰ "Him...?" They question.

✎ᝰ "Never mind." You try to backtrack and save yourself, feeling shame burn a light shade of pink onto your face.

✎ᝰ "Does he have a name?" They play along.

✎ᝰ You're quiet for a moment. You realized never named your fluffy friend when you bought him.

✎ᝰ "I never gave him one." You explain. "I guess I didn't think about it."

✎ᝰ "Hmm. How about Pompón, because he's nice and soft! Señor Pompón!"

✎ᝰ You hold Señor Pompón close to your chest before nestling into his fur.

✎ᝰ "Does Señor Pompón mind if I cuddle with you?" They ask.

✎ᝰ "Of course not!"

✎ᝰ Their arms wrap around you, making sure to include your stuffie in their embrace.

✎ᝰ You instantly melt into their touch before placing your head on their chest for comfort.

✎ᝰ Their hand softly rubs your back and they place a kiss on top of your head.

✎ᝰ "Mi amorcito..." Their voice is gentle like milk and honey.

✎ᝰ "... are you feeling small?" They ask.

✎ᝰ All the color drains from your face and you feel your heart leap into your throat.

✎ᝰ "N-no!" Your voice squeaks in horror. "Why would you think that?"

✎ᝰ They grin. "I had some suspicions."

✎ᝰ If '?!?!?!?!?!?!' made a noise, then that's definitely the one you made.

✎ᝰ "Mi conejo, you don't have to hide yourself from me. It's okay. I'm happy that you're happy. That's all that matters to me– okay?"

✎ᝰ You blink anxious tears from your eyes.

✎ᝰ "I love you when you're big, and I love you when you're small. It makes no difference to me as long as you feel safe."

✎ᝰ You look up at your beloved with starry doe eyes. You could not believe what you were hearing.

✎ᝰ "I've seen you on your worst days. If being small makes you feel better, then be small, mi bebé. I won't judge you. I'll be here with you if you want me to be."

✎ᝰ You're dumbfounded, near speechless. "I– You–? Please stay–" You lean into their body and they hold you tight. "I–"

✎ᝰ "Shh. I'm right here." They reassure you with the same silky, smooth voice.

✎ᝰ You feel your heart start to soften with their words, moving your arms from around Señor Pompón and now returning the hug from your beloved instead.

✎ᝰ "Te amo, mi bebé!" They place more kisses to your bright pink face. "Cutie!"

✎ᝰ You lightly giggle from all the affection before you feel yourself running out of breath. All the fear you felt lessen with each laugh.

✎ᝰ "Mi bebé feliz~! Mi bebé feliz es tan mono~!"

✎ᝰ In between the laughter and kisses you feel tears dripping from your eyes– but not from sadness.

✎ᝰ They reach up to wipe your face dry with their sleeve.

✎ᝰ "Can we color later?" You wonder, eyes bright and filled with joy.

✎ᝰ They playfully ruffle your hair. "Of course, conejo. Will you color a picture for me?"

✎ᝰ You feel a fuzzy warmth filling your body from head to toe. "So! Many!" You exclaim. "All the pictures! For you!"

✎ᝰ "Oh? I don't think we have enough room on the fridge for all the pictures!" They point out.

✎ᝰ "Oh. Maybe just one for now then–" You start to reach for the drawers on the coffee table and pull out your coloring supplies.

✎ᝰ "Wow. You're already prepared." They watch as you get to work doodling with your crayons.

✎ᝰ "Coloring is serious business." You reply.

✎ᝰ You sketch yourself holding hands with your beloved.

✎ᝰ They watch as you carefully mark the blank sheet of paper with various shapes and colors, creating your masterpiece piece by piece.

✎ᝰ "You're so talented!" Their hand slowly strokes your fluffy hair as you color away with content. You feel a smile forming across your expression.

✎ᝰ You draw an arrow pointing to yourself and write your name in your favorite color.

✎ᝰ You draw a second arrow pointing to Sloan and write Nini in yellow, finishing it with a cutesy heart surrounding the letters.

✎ᝰ They reach down and place a kiss to your head. "I love it so much, conejo! Actually, can I keep this one with me?" They ask.

✎ᝰ "Of course." You look up at them with a look of pure felicity.

✎ᝰ "I promise I'll take good care of it!" They delicately fold it just enough to fit it inside of their wallet before placing it back into their pocket.

✎ᝰ "Now– can you color me a photo for the fridge?" They request.

✎ᝰ You don't reply. You simply look back down, grab your crayons, and get back to work.

[queer-n-here]

Hi lol I’m just here to request Tachihara again (i was the one who requested him before haha). I saw that you wrote the fic and that’s awesome and I’m super grateful, but I wasn’t able to finish it bc I can’t read noncon (just a personal thing).

But yeah! I’ve been loving your other works and I was debating even sending this cuz i didn't wanna sound entitled or anything but if you’re up for writing another Tachihara fic, I’d be stoked to read it! The other options on the poll you put out all sounded really good so maybe one of those? Up to you! And feel free to shoot down this request, no hard feelings :)

Bro 😭 I'm sorry the fic wasn't to your taste. Also, this is for other people who wanna send asks, too. If there are certain themes that you're not comfortable with, please specify! I don't want to make y'all uncomfortable, and I think I remember you saying that you were okay with anything, anon *accusing side eye*.

Hehe, no worries though, and you didn't come off as entitled at all. In fact, you sounded so polite I was like damn I need to do this hahah (dont worry, I took no pressure, as you can probably tell from the time it took for me to dish this things out, I'm sorry brooooo 😭😭)

Also, I'm glad you like my works! ☺ Thank you for reading, and I hope you like this one, too!

In the poll that I did for Tachihara, the second place was taken by 'Edging+Overstim' so imma do that one!

Contents: Edging 'Hara and then overstimming him.

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, lil bit of nipple play, one case of degradation, edging, overstim, I'm writing this at 2:24 because my bae just went offline and I'm horny :(

Tachihara was barely even sane about three hours in.

You'd been edging him for so long, he couldn't focus on anything anymore. His eyes were dripping with tears, his hips bucking up to push himself deeper into your cock, only for you to grab his waist with a hiss and hold him in place.

Gods, you couldn't help but admire how sexy he looked like that, eyes glazed over and thighs trembling, hands clutching your shoulders so tight he'd drawn blood a while ago. Another sob shook his bruised chest as you remained stationary in him, so big against his walls but not moving.

"[Name]," He whined, the jut of his throat rolling. "Hhng, p-please..."

"Hmm..." You considered giving him what he wanted.

You raised a hand, letting it trail across his skin, caressing his torso, his waist, his thighs...

Tachihara moved to lean into the touch, his gaze pleasingly pathetic despite his brain having turned to mush.

You leaved down and, surprising the both of you with your gentleness, placed a kiss on Tachihara's forehead.

"Alright, then." You said, your voice husky with desire.

And then your hips started moving again, this time with a ferocity that sent the man underneath you scrambling for purchase, his grip slipping from your shoulders. His hands landed on the sheets on either side of his head and he gripped them tightly, back arching as your thrusts grew deeper and deeper.

The sounds of sex echoed across the room, and each one of your thrusts hit Tachihara's sweet spots at the accuracy of a professional sniper, sending his mind hurling, making him whimper. His moans were growing louder, and his untouched dick was leaking pre-cum onto the sheets.

It didn't take Tachihara long to come. A couple tugs at his nipples had him spilling all over himself, making a mess out of his abdomen. His body shuddered as he panted, body lax under you, till he realized you weren't stopping.

"A-ah! I just... Mmph! I just c-came, [Name], please..."

"Please what, baby?" You drawled, your pace wild and unrestrained, your gaze on Tachihara's body predatory. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

And he just whined, fat tears spilling from his red and puffy eyes as he shook his head, but at the same time his hole clenched around you, making you widen your eyes and then smirk.

"Such a fucking slut, 'Hara..."

You ended up fucking him till he was shooting blanks, till the half-begging expression on his face slowly turned into a fucked-out one, till he couldn't even say your name anymore.

Clean up was a pain in the neck as usual, but after changing the sheets when you laid behind Tachihara in the bathtub, holding him against you, you couldn't help but sigh in contempt.

As long as you had him by your side, you couldn't hell but think that life was good.

[petitoceanid]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ@solere submitted an inquiry ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤI think you need a practice partner for kissing scenes

FIRST OF ALL; No I do not, I have plenty of experience. (Lying). SECOND OF ALL; What experience in acting at all do you have? And not the lying type of acting, I mean acting on a STAGE. THIRD OF ALL: What experience do you have with ROMANCE ACTING? If you truly have any perhaps I will accept tips or pointers on how to make a scene more natural, but I expect you to work hard to prove your talent before acting to be my practice partner.

[liltingoddesss]

filter coffee>>>>

[tiredassmage]

also i promise i'll hopefully. sometime this week [maybe this month. this week is busy. maybe by the end of the month is a more feasible goal. anyway] actually manage to translate whatever the fuck is going on between alucren and tyr [one-sided as hell, btw] out of my dms and into like. a tumblr post but i just. i just need you all to know he's a delight and he's an idiot and he's my hamster running endlessly on a wheel and also he's a bag of m&m's that's stuck in the vending machine and i'm shaking him around. anyway.

you can, however, have this in the meantime.

and my single incoherent, possibly, without context giggle about them tonight is both of them are so fucking imperial sometimes in. usually slightly different flavors of it but also somewhat similar but also. shakes them. [laminated paper wobble noises] y'know?

anyway alucren's a fucking loser and i love him.